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doudouneverte · 5 months

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Flustered swedish

a/n: just a little Idea on my mind...

Pairing: Stina Blackstenius x FRAWNT!reader; Arsenal WFC x reader.

Summary: Arsenal signed a new and mysterious player but it's seem that some of them already know her

Type: Fluffy as f-

Warning: me who give you a surprise fic but don't finish an other 😭

word count: 1746

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Everybody knew Stina was a rather private person, and everybody was okay with this. Things didn't change even when she was transferred to Arsenal.

After the World Cup, she was rather surprised to be welcomed with the news of a new transfer. With Amanda, who signed for the gunners just before the tournament, they were trying to guess which sort of player could be their new teammate.

While the girls were getting ready, they heard someone knock on the door, and all the girls looked at them. You were there with Jonas, waiting for him to introduce you to your new team.

"Girl, this is Y/n, our new recruit. I'll let her introduce herself and get ready for training." He announced to them. "And don't worry, they kind of looked scary, but they don't bite. Well, maybe Katie can." He said to you just too loud to be heard by the Irish girl who protested before he left the room.

When the door got closed, you had all eyes on you, and you guessed it was your time to start to speak.

"Hi, I'm Y/n Y/l/n; I'm a full back. I played for the PSG, and I play for the France national team." You said trying to not stutter and give a bad first impression. The girls didn't have time to say anything before Amanda came to hug you.

"I knew you would follow me. You can't get rid of me." She joked, making you chuckle lightly. After that, the rest of the room came to welcome you. Stina being the last one, everybody noticed your change when you shook the striker's hand.

"Well, isn't that Mrs. Blackstenius?" You asked loudly and the Swedish player rolled her eyes.

"Happy to see you too, Y/n." She replied sarcastically, which made Lina and Amanda laugh quietly.

"Do we have to worry that they will rip each other's heads apart?" Lia asked Lina.

"No, don't worry, they played together back in Montpelier." The second Swedish informed them.

During the training, everyone saw something; you were close to the Swedish players, but even more so with Stina. Sometimes girls could hear you make jokes, to which the striker would just roll her eyes before a smirk appeared on her face.

After training, it was time to go back home. "So can you tell us how you ended up here without us knowing anything?" Amanda asked when the only ones in the changing room were the three Swedish players and you.

"I asked Johanna to pick me up at the airport, and she also drove me here. Which means—" You looked at Stina and said, "We'll have to go to her home before we go to ours."

The striker didn't complain and just grabbed her bag and your hand before leading you out of the room. You stayed there until you reached her car, and she had to let you sit on the passenger side.

"I hope you like your–" You didn't finish your sentence before her lips were glued against yours. She only broke it when oxygen became a necessity.

"I missed you. You don't know how much I'm happy that you finally joined me." She confessed.

"I'm sure you'll have all the time to show me this after we get my things from Jo." You said with a mischievous smile.

The next few days were strange for the Arsenal girls. It was not difficult to talk to you; you were rather open about everything. That helped them learn more about you and how you were so friendly with the Swedish players. But something was still on almost everyone's minds: you said that you had a wife, but some of them heard you shamelessly flirt with Stina.

"I don't think it's a good idea to let Y/n flirt like that with Stina." Steph proposed to some teammates while they saw you telling what seemed like a good joke, judging by your proud face and the laughing face of the Swedish woman.

"Maybe they're just good friends," Caitlin said.

"Friends don't look at each other like they did." Lia said, pointing out how much they saw you do the heart eyes to the blonde.

"You should see how Stina looked at her when we were training today." Viv said as she joined the group.

"See? Even Viv noticed it." Steph said to her national teammate, obviously not replying when the Dutch asked her what she meant.

The girls were about to say something when they saw you walking near them to join Kyra and Vicky, who called you for something.

"It's time." Steph said, and the group quickly stood up to have a little talk with their teammate.

Stina was doing some exercise and entertaining a little chat with her Swedish teammates, and Frida, who joined them just after you left, when she saw the girls stopping in front of her.

"Is everything okay?" She asked when she noticed the expressions of her teammates.

The girls exchanged glances to see who would talk first. When she felt that nobody would, Leah took things into her hands. "Stina, I—no, we think you need to stop what you and Y/n are doing." The captain said, earning a strange look from all the Scandi girls.

"What do you mea–" Amanda started, but she was cut when you came back from your little chat with the youngies.

"Hey Blackstenius, isn't it funny that I'm the French one but Eiffel for you?" You said with a comical wink, which made Lina and Amanda burst into laughter while the striker just blushed very hard. "Okay, now I have to go." You said this before leaving, leaving the girls completely speechless.

"What just happened?" Caitlin asked.

"I think we will need to have a talk with her too. She can't just do that." Steph said.

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This evening, you were cooking when Stina suddenly came to you with an amusing look. You looked at her with a confused expression while she just laughed at something on her phone.

"Hey, what is it?" You asked a little jealous to not be in the confidence.

"The girls came to me today. They told me that you need to stop flirting with me like that. They find it very inappropriate because you have a wife, and it's very irrespective to her."

"Well, too bad. I love to flirt with her in front of everyone, even if they don't know who she is." You replied. The blonde took your hands, wrapped them around her waist, and placed hers around your neck.

"I know you want to tell them, but you can't deny that it's funny to see them freak out." She pointed, making you chuckle.

"Okay, but we will have to tell them soon because I started to feel a little impressed with their bad looks." You said this before pressing a light kiss on her lips.

"Yeah, I know. Don't worry, we will–" She was cut off by the doorbell, making her look at you a little confused. "You waited for someone?"

"I invited Jo, but she shouldn't have been here for at least thirty minutes, I think." You replied while you made your way to the front door.

"Maybe it's your wife." Stina joked.

"Oh, welcome, my lov–oh." In front of you were Steph, Caitlin, Lia, and Leah. "Well, good evening, I think." You said and let them enter, a little unsure of what was happening.

"Älskling (Darling), who is this?" Stina said coming out of the kitchen. "Oh. Well, good evening... I think." She said to the girls.

The girls looked at you, then at her, more confused than before.

"What's happening here? And what are you doing here?" Leah asked you.

"Well, I can ask you the same thing. We were expecting Jo and Zećira, but I think you're welcome too." You replied.

"Wait. Can we please restart it slowly? First, what is Y/n doing here, and second "Jo and Zećira"? Like Kaneryd and Mušović from Chelsea?" Caitlin asked.

"First, we live together; second, yeah; and to finish, what are you doing here?" Your wife was more confused than angry.

"Well, we want to see you, and—wait! Did you say that you live together?" Lia asked.

"Yeah, I mean, it's okay to live with my wife, until there is a law that I don't know yet that says the opposite." You replied with a little bit of sarcasm in your tone.

"Your wife?" They all asked at the same time.

"Surprise," Stina said, showing them her ring.

"Why is it the first time we see this?" Steph asked this time.

"She usually leaves it home when she has to train because she loses things easily." You replied, making your wife throw a pillow at you.

"Since when?" The Swiss woman asked visibly more calm than the others.

"Three years now, but I already told you that last week." You said.

"No, until a few seconds ago, we thought that you were married to some random woman, not one of our teammates." Leah said.

"Okay, it's not that I don't want to talk, but I need to finish cooking, so I let you with her." You said heading directly to your previous location.

From the kitchen, you could hear how the girls didn't stop asking all sorts of questions to the striker, and you were mentally laughing just by imagining the face she should make at this moment. Yes, you didn't really yell everywhere that you were engaged to the Swedish player, but it was never really taboo every time someone asked you what your relationship was with her.

The meal was just ready when you heard the front open and close a few seconds later and heard your wife's footsteps coming to where you were. Being taller than you, she wrapped her arms around your torso and rested her head on top of yours before taking a deep breath.

"Please don't let me reply to those questions alone next time, please." She said dramatically, making you laugh.

"I'm sorry, mon amour (my love), but you nailed it, like always." You replied and turned around to face her. She was about to kiss you, but you gently put your finger on top of her lips. "I think I heard someone ring outside." You said.

"What do you–" she couldn't say something before both heard the ring bell a second time. The blonde rolled her eyes but finally let your body.

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katelynnwrites · 8 months

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All I Know Is This Could Either Break My Heart (Or Bring It Back To Life) | Sydney Lohmann

warnings: angst

word count: 4490

summary: you say sydney isn’t your girlfriend but just your best friend, yet is that all she is to you? part two can be found here

a/n: first time properly writing for syd so let me know how this went :)

‘Hi.’ Sydney meets you at the lobby of base camp with a smile and a tight hug.

You grin, squeezing her tightly.

‘Got your passport?’ She asks and you pout.

‘It was one time Syd. One time.’ You complain.

‘Well I would feel better if I held onto it for you. The last thing we need is for you to get left behind.’

She says the last sentence teasingly and you roll your eyes, handing Sydney your passport. She’s usually scattered brained but you know she’ll take good care of your passport. Better care that you yourself would.

Laura snorts, exchanging a look with Kathy.

Your best friend doesn’t notice but you do and it bothers you.

As you sit next to Syd on the bus, you ask her if she’d notice the look they shared.

Sydney shrugs saying that she hasn’t so you let it go, choosing to instead rest your head on her shoulder and watch a movie with her.

******

You don’t finish the movie on the bus so while sitting beside the Bayern Munich player on the plane, you accept the airpod she offers you and lay your head back on her shoulder to continue watching it.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Lea glance at Feli and the Wolfsburg player laughs in return.

If Syd’s shoulder wasn’t so comfortable, you would get up and ask them what the hell is going on.

******

Sydney gets her luggage from the baggage carousel first.

She holds your hand and plays with the rings on your fingers while you wait.

It’s been a long flight, from Germany to Miami but it hasn’t impacted the general mood of your team. They are loud and cheerful, their bright chatter filling the airport’s arrival hall. You pay them no mind, choosing to instead focus on Sydney.

You give her a smile and she returns the gesture.

Your best friend’s smile dazzles you and you think that she has the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen.

It’s the reason you miss your suitcase coming down the baggage carousel.

Sydney doesn’t though and she easily lifts your bag from the carousel.

She hands it to you and you accept it with another grin.

Laura notices the moment and nudges Sara who shares the same knowing glance all your national teammates have been doing.

It frustrates you enough that you leave a surprised Sydney’s side to go up to the Eintracht Frankfurt players.

‘Okay what is up?’

‘The sky?’ Laura replies and you groan.

‘No. Not that. You guys keep sharing looks and I need to know why.’

Laura laughs, ‘Really? You and Syd are just so oblivious.’

‘What about me and Syd?’

‘There you go again!’

‘What?’ You insist and Laura quietens.

‘You really don’t know? You and Sydney aren’t just friends.’

You frown, ‘What do you mean?’

‘For one, you’re always doting on each other. Syd holds your passport and your hand whenever we travel. Lina tells me that you guys always fall asleep on each other after trainings so I know that’s not only an international break thing.

‘I don’t know what to tell you. We’re best friends.’

Laura pats you on your shoulder, ‘That’s not what friends are. Even best friends.’

******

Laura’s words are at the forefront of your mind as you follow Sydney out of the airport.

Your hand in hers feels familiar and warm but it doesn’t offer you the comfort it usually does.

The knowledge that the rest of the team is watching you and Syd makes you uncomfortable and self conscious.

Every action that you would typically easily do with Sydney now seems impossible with the way your mind is racing.

You’re overthinking every little thing and Sydney notices it immediately.

She doesn’t know what’s wrong but she knows that something is wrong.

Your best friend gives you a small smile but you don’t reciprocate it. It makes her feel uneasy and a little hurt inside.

It gets even worse when you reach the team bus and Sydney starts to help you take your bag only for you to grab it first.

She stares at you in confusion but you don’t have to look behind you to know that your national teammates are exchanging the look. It’s like an endless pressure and your cheeks flush a bright red.

It’s why you half jokingly and half embarrassedly say, ‘Stop it Sydney, you’re not my girlfriend.’

You regret it the moment the words are out of your mouth.

It’s by far the worst thing you could have said and as you watch Sydney’s face crumple, you know that the damage has been done.

Your best friend shuts down right in front of you and she turns away from you with a mumbled, ‘I’m sorry. I was just trying to help you.’

******

Sydney doesn’t sit next to you on the bus. She sits with Laura instead and despite how hard you’re wishing for her to turn around and just look at you, she doesn’t.

You can however feel Feli’s disappointed stare from beside you. She doesn’t need to say that you screwed up because you know it.

******

It’s the longest, most agonising bus ride you’ve ever had.

As soon as the bus stops, you’re out of your seat and trying to get to Sydney.

She seems to know that and beats you to the exit.

Laura stops you from going after her by catching your arm and leveling you with a glare

‘I’m sorry. I need to apologise to her.’

‘Not now. You hurt her badly.’ Laura firmly says.

‘I know.’ You mumble defeatedly and the blonde lets you go.

******

It’s no surprise that you’re rooming with Sydney.

You always room with your best friend.

What’s new is the way Syd feels so distant. She’s not unkind or outwardly angry but just far away.

And it’s killing you knowing that this is all your fault.

If you are being honest, you have seen the way Sydney’s been.

She’s always been more affectionate with you, more caring and protective with you than her other friends.

It’s not a platonic friendship and the feelings are not one sided either.

Lingering touches and longing stares have been becoming more frequent between the both of you and Sydney means far more to you than you let on.

That’s the truth that you have been burying for almost two years now.

‘Sydney…I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.’ You softly say as soon as your best friend closes the door.

‘Are we okay?’ You add when she doesn’t say anything.

‘Why wouldn’t we be?’ She shrugs before dumping her bag on her bed and going into the bathroom.

You stare blankly after her and the sound of the bathroom door closing makes you flinch. Somehow despite Syd’s words, you’re not reassured and feel even guiltier than before.

******

Two days go by and you’re nearing your breaking point.

Sydney keeps her distance, sticking close to Laura instead of you and it hurts. You have a Sydney shaped hole in your heart and it’s making it hard for you to breathe.

You had been looking forward to this training camp in the United States but now you just want to go home.

Especially when you hear Syd laugh with Laura.

Only your best friend would be laughing at six in the morning, in the pouring rain as she sits outside of a Dunkin Donuts.

The stupid fire alarm had gone off twice in your hotel and had resulted in the entire team seeking refuge at the only place open at this ungodly hour.

You are tired and jetlagged, Sydney’s laugh being the only thing making your day better.

As you watch her eat her donut which of course has icing in the shape of a smiley face on it because that is so Syd, you wish she would just snap at you.

The painful silence is unbearable.

Beside you, Sara echoes your sentiments.

‘If she would snap at you, at least it still counts as talking.’

You shrug because what else can you say?

That as far back as you can remember, this is the longest you’ve ever gone with speaking to your best friend?

You texted every day and sent each other Snaps all the time.

But Sydney hadn’t replied to any of your messages or sent you any Snaps since your mistake.

******

It’s an awkward silence in your hotel room.

Sydney doesn’t acknowledge you no matter how hard you try. She is right next to you and yet it feels like she’s on the other side of the world.

You miss her more than you ever thought possible.

‘Syd?’ You softly whisper but she doesn't answer you.

It’s too much and you roll over in your bed to face away from Sydney. Covering your mouth with your hand, you sob yourself to sleep as quietly as you can.

If only you knew that in her bed, the Bayern Munich player is doing the same.

******

Alex pulls you aside after the final training in Miami.

‘You need to fix this.’ Alex states.

Your national team captain had let it go on as long as she could before intervening but with today being the last day before the team plays against the reigning world champions, she needed the team united.

‘I tried Poppi. I’m trying but she won’t even look at me.’

You’re close to tears again and Alex feels for you, she really does.

She hugs you tightly and you cry.

******

Both you and Sydney start on the bench.

You’re not surprised given how the two of you have been. Martina had definitely picked up on the tension and did what would be best for the team.

It is frustrating to be benched though and you wish you were on the field.

At half time, your coach, in her own indirect way, tells you and Sydney to sort things out if you want a chance to play.

That’s how you end up alone outside Germany’s locker room with your best friend who can’t even look you in the eye.

‘We don’t have time for this.’ Sydney tightly says.

It’s the first time she has properly spoken to you since you had said those awfully insensitive words but what she’s said is true.

‘We don’t have a choice.’ You quietly answer.

‘Well haven’t you heard of pretending?’ Syd bites out, already stepping back towards the entrance to the locker room.

‘Sydney!’ You grab her hand and block her path back in.

‘Please Syd…are you punishing me for what I said? Because I’m sorry. I wish I could take it back but I can’t so please please talk to me. What’s going on here?’ You beg.

You’re all too aware of how your voice is cracking and Sydney’s well aware that you have hit your breaking point.

Her hazel eyes soften. They’re sad and affectionate, her gaze always warm on you.

It encourages you enough to squeeze her hand in yours.

‘Sydney please. Tell me what’s happening. What’s going through that pretty head of yours?’

Your best friend sighs defeatedly, ‘If you really want the truth then we shouldn’t do this now.’

‘No. We are absolutely doing this now.’ You determinedly say.

Sydney gently takes her hand out of yours.

Her hands come up to cradle your face and it’s painfully intimate but you can’t look away. Not when her looking at you is all you’ve been wanting for the past few days.

She is so close, close enough that you can feel her breath on your cheeks.

Your best friend brushes a thumb over your cheekbone.

‘You win. I-I’m done. I’m giving up now.’

‘Sydney what are you talking about?’

The Bayern Munich player makes a hurt noise and drops her hands back down to her sides, ‘You know exactly what I’m talking about. You’ve known for a long time and I don’t know who you’re trying to hide from now that it’s only the two of us here.’

Her tone is angry and bitter, making you panic.

Your heart is pounding when you whisper, ‘It was just a joke. Why are you so affected?’

It’s precisely the wrong thing to say, a hated habit that you are beginning to form when it comes to Syd.

‘Because it’s also a fact! You have no idea what it feels like to love you without being able to have you. It is agony to have what you want so close and yet know that it is impossible to get it. I want you and I can’t have you because you don’t want me!’ She shouts and you flinch back.

‘You don’t want me to be your girlfriend? Fine. Message received. You want to shoot me down in front of all our teammates? Go ahead, you’re getting pretty fucking good at it. But let me keep the little bit of dignity and self respect I have left. Let me go.’

Sydney doesn’t wait for you to respond and disappears back into the locker room, leaving you alone in the hallway with tears silently streaming down your face.

******

Martina makes a double substitution, putting both you and Sydney on at the same time.

You figure that Syd must have told her that everything has been resolved.

It’s not like your entire world is crumbling down around you.

Sydney’s eyes on yours snaps you out of it.

She holds out her fist for your usual handshake and as you let muscle memory take over, you will yourself to remember every last second of it.

You don’t know if this is the last time you’ll ever be able to share a moment like this with her ever again.

After Syd had left you in the hallway, you’d stood still for a moment and pleaded with your heart to stop shattering. It hadn’t but you had somehow managed to pull yourself together and wipe away your tears so that you could pretend everything is okay when you walked back into the locker room.

‘Let’s make this count.’ Your best friend breathes, barely loud enough for you to hear her. You squeeze her hand in answer before you’re both running onto the pitch.

******

Germany wins.

Shortly after you and Syd come on, she passes you a beautiful ball that you manage to slot home.

Your best friend runs to you in celebration and you lift her up easily, spinning her around.

You know that she is holding onto this as much as you are.

Her smile is gentle and affectionate, her hands on your waist, a welcome touch.

There’s always been an invisible string attaching you to her, the reason why your connection shines through on the pitch and off it. It’s like you’re always aware of her presence, just as she is with yours.

You compliment her perfectly and she you, everyone can see that.

As the rest of the team joins you both, you focus solely on Sydney, commiting to memory the way the corners of her eyes crinkle when she smiles.

You know that she is doing the same in case everything goes wrong later.

******

After the game, the atmosphere is euphoric. It’s a big win and one to be proud of.

Martina and the staff seem to think so, given that there are coolers of beer waiting in the locker room when the team enters.

It appears that you and Sydney must have assured them that everything is now okay between you two because they pull the pair of you right into the celebrations.

There’s music blasting and Laura’s taking photos of it all. Linda’s had a few drinks and she always gets emotional after.

It’s not hard to predict that she is going to give one of her speeches.

Your older teammate gets up on the table, loudly thanking Paulie for her lovely goals before turning to you and Sydney.

‘And the two of you. What you have is magic. Never lose that. Bayern Munich is lucky to have you both in midfield and we are even luckier.’

Everyone cheers but you feel the guilt weighing on you become too much to bear.

Murmuring that you’re not feeling well to Klara, you brush off her concern and slip out of the too hot locker room.

You hide in the stairwell, nursing your beer alone till it’s time to go.

******

The entire bus ride back to the hotel, you sit next to Felicitas who is thankfully too exhausted to notice your uneven and shaky breaths.

There’s so much fear and pain that you’re feeling and you are barely able to keep it together long enough to make it to your hotel room.

The moment the door clicks shut, you feel a sob escape and once a single tear leaves your eye, you’re unable to stop the rest that follow quickly after.

You rush to the bathroom to splash water on your face, to hopefully wash the salty tears away but it’s in vain. You give up and sink onto the floor, hyperventilating with your head in your hands.

It’s how Sydney finds you, curled on the bathroom floor as you cry your heart out.

She’s kneeling down beside you in an instant, her hands lightly brushing away your tears as she pulls you into her.

‘What’s wrong? Why are you crying?’ Did you get hurt during the game?’ Your best friend rushes out.

She sounds worried and frightened, two emotions that are strange coming from her.

None too gently, you shove her away from you.

‘No. You’re what’s wrong.’

Sydney blinks in shock.

Angrily, you use the back of your hand to scrub away your remaining tears.

‘Me?’ Sydney indignantly asks.

‘Yes you. I’m sorry for what I said and you-’

‘Not this again.’ The Bayern Munich player sighs and you snap at her.

‘No! You did all the talking before. Now it’s my turn!’

‘Calm down-’ Syd tries but you don’t let her say anything else.

‘No! How can you not know? How can you not know what you are to me? Girlfriend? That word doesn’t even begin to cover what you are to me!’

‘Take a breath.’ Sydney pleads.

‘You need to be quiet!’ You yell before doing as she says anyway.

‘You may not be my girlfriend Sydney but you sure as hell are more than that. Soulmate? World? Everything? Those words pale in comparison to what you are to me.’

‘I-I don’t understand. You always refer to me as your best friend.’ Sydney stammers.

‘You are my best friend Syd but that’s not all that you are to me.’ You whisper.

The confession takes all the anger out of you and you’re just left standing there, almost defeatedly staring at Sydney.

The hazel eyed woman takes in a shaky breath, reaching out tentatively to wipe your cheek.

‘You’re crying.’ She softly murmurs.

‘I’m sorry.’ You breathe.

You didn’t know that tears have been sliding down your cheeks without your permission.

‘Don’t apologise.’ She tells you, her voice equally low.

Sydney’s gaze never leaves yours and after a few tense moments you beg, ‘Syd please say something.’

‘What do you want me to say? Because I don’t understand. You’re not making any sense.’

‘What don’t you understand?’

‘You. You’ve always pushed me away when I was too affectionate. You are the first to deny that we are dating when our teammates tease us. Whenever the lines get blurred between whatever we are, you’re constantly the first to pull back.’ Sydney lists, counting on her fingers

‘I know and I am so sorry Syd. I was, I am just really scared.’ You drop your eyes back down and pick at your nails.

You’re too ashamed to look at her directly, choosing to continue wringing your hands.

‘You’re my best friend Syd. We’ve known each other since we were children. We spend pretty much every day together. We have a special connection on and off the pitch. I don’t want to screw that up.’

‘And that scares you?’ Sydney asks.

‘It terrifies me.’ You admit.

‘But you mean it? What you said about us?’ Sydney’s voice wavers, her insecurity bleeding through.

She’s wearing her heart on her sleeve and you know that this is the final chance she is offering you. One last chance to make her believe you.

You’d be damned if you fail.

‘I meant every word.’ You promise.

Gently, you take one of her hands in yours and kiss the back of it.

Sydney shivers.

‘So what do you want to do now? Where do we go from here?’ She whispers.

You pause for a long moment, thinking about what to say.

Eventually you decide that being honest will be best.

Sydney has always made her feelings clear to you. It’s your turn to make the same effort for her.

‘I don’t want us to be together. I don’t want a relationship.’

Sydney’s breath catches but you squeeze her hand in yours.

‘Hear me out please.’

You let out a relieved sigh when the Bayern Munich player doesn’t pull away.

‘We’re only twenty two and our careers are just getting started. We have the Champions League and the World Cup next year. I just don’t think that a relationship is what we need right now.’

Your best friend exhales slowly, thinking over your words.

It’s an agonising wait for you but you know it’s nothing compared to what she has gone through these past two years.

Finally, Sydney squeezes your hand tightly.

‘I wish you would have talked to me sooner. Because I entirely agree with you. I get it, I would have understood.’

‘I’m sorry.’ You apologise again and Sydney gives you a small smile.

‘I don’t want to be in a relationship now but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want you. You’re my favourite person, the most important person in my life Syd. You have me and I am fully committed to you, to us. I need you to know that.’

The Bayern Munich player searches your eyes for any sign that you’re lying and the last of the tension in her body leaves when she finds none.

‘You have me too. I’m yours.’ She promises.

Blinking back tears, you nod and then almost pleadingly say, ‘C-Can I have a hug now Syd? Cause I’ve missed you so much this past week and I-’

Sydney doesn’t let you finish, pulling you into a tight hug. She wraps her arms around you and sniffles.

‘I’ve missed you too.’

You bury your face into the side of her neck and hold her against you.

‘I love you. I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you that.’

‘I love you too but I guess you already knew that.’ Sydney half teases.

The other half of her is completely focused on holding back her tears but a few slip free regardless.

Carefully, like you’re afraid of her pushing you aside, you start to kiss them away.

Sydney melts into you, letting out a soft sigh of contentment.

You press a lingering kiss onto her forehead and then draw back just enough to lightly poke at her cheek until she smiles, revealing her dimples.

‘You’re beautiful.’

‘So are you.’ Syd whispers back.

You laugh and shake your head, ‘Not when I’ve been crying for days. My cheeks are blotchy and my eyes are swollen.’

Glancing at the bathroom mirror, you giggle when you see your reflection because you’re right.

‘Well you are to me. You’re always so gorgeous.’ Sydney firmly states.

You blush and she laughs. Her laugh is music to your ears.

******

Later that night after you finally get out of your sweaty kit and into a clean change of clothes, you lie down next to Sydney in her bed.

She takes you into her arms immediately, pressing a gentle kiss onto your cheek.

‘Hi sonnenschein.’ You mumble and her hazel eyes light up.

‘Hi.’

You play with the ends of her hair and Sydney’s adoration is obvious.

You hope yours is too because there’s nothing that you want to hide from her anymore.

Sydney seems to be thinking though and she voices her thoughts out loud.

‘Will you do me a favour?’

‘Anything.’

‘Can you please stop shooting me down so badly when we’re with our teammates? It hurts and it’s so humiliating when they give me those pitying looks. I’m not asking you to be all loud about it because I know that’s not who you are. Just please, don’t make it seem like what I feel for you is unrequited.’

Sydney’s eyes still hold traces of pain and your heart clenches as you realise that you are the one responsible for it.

‘I’m sorry. I’ll do my best, I promise. I love you Syd.’

‘Love you too.’ She softly responds and leans in close to plant an affectionate kiss onto your forehead.

The both of you talk a little more after that but eventually, though neither of you played the full ninety minutes, the emotional stress of the past few days catches up and sleep pulls the two of you under.

******

You don’t how long you’ve been staring but Syd starts to stir awake.

‘I’ve dreamt of this for a long time, you know?’ She mumbles.

‘Dreamt of what?’

‘Holding you as we fall asleep and wake up together.’

Sydney’s hazel eyes are warm in the morning light and you reach out to lightly brush her hair away from her eyes.

She softens even more than you ever thought possible when you press yourself closer to her.

The Bayern Munich player’s arm slips around your waist and she holds you in a firm and yet oh so gentle grip. It’s familiar and startlingly new all at once. She’s held you near countless times but not like this, never like this.

This is intimate and definitely crossing the blurred lines. Lines that are not so blurred anymore.

‘Is this okay?’ You check and Sydney nods, her gaze entirely transfixed on your lips because of how close they are to her own.

Feeling a bit braver now that you know she approves, you close the remaining distance and tentatively press your lips onto hers.

Sydney lets out a tiny squeak and then she’s reciprocating. Her lips on yours are patient and gentle and completely overwhelming in the best of ways.

��I dreamt of this too.’ She breathes, as if afraid that the moment will disappear if she’s any louder.

Your heart aches for how vulnerable she seems.

‘Me too.’ You whisper and Syd smiles.

It’s a beautiful, radiant smile and you fall even more in love with her.

‘Is this better than what you’ve dreamt of?’ You ask teasingly.

Sydney giggles, ‘By far.’

Then she’s kissing you and everything is right in the world.

Sydney’s not your girlfriend or just your best friend. She’s much more. She is so much more than words can ever convey.

German Translation:

sonnenschein - sunshine

#sydney lohmann #sydney lohmann x reader #sydney lohmann imagine #dfb frauen x reader #dfb frauen imagine #fcb frauen x reader #fcb frauen imagine #gerwnt imagine #gerwnt x reader #woso imagines #woso x reader #woso imagine #katelynnwrites #uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader #woso

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saintels · 1 year

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ᝰ 𝟏𝟖+ 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰. [ smut/brainrot ] ꒷꒦

“been thinkin’ bout you all day, angel.”

she smells so sweet and the familiar, comforting aroma fills your senses to relax the tension you didn’t know was cramped deep in your head. there’s notes of her musky cologne, her hemp cigarettes, soft laces of warm caramel and what you recognise as her favourite fruit-based liqueur. she grazes her thumb over the apple of your cheek as your tipsy gaze breaks a smirk onto her lips.

her nose is brushed by the rosy flush of her high, shading the constellation of freckles that paint her nasal. her eyes are almost matching, the hues dulled to make her green irises pop.

you’re both tucked away in a dark corner of the house party, unmindful to the world around you.

“oh yeah?”.

your voice is a whisper and, in all honesty, you’re not even thinking about what’s coming out of your mouth. your attention is all on her. she’s just so fucking pretty.

she hums, nodding as her thumb drags over your balmy lips until they allow her to pry them apart softly. “mhm,”.

she lifts her thumb and watches as your tongue lolls out. you knew exactly what to do. her good, sweet girl. she watches through hooded eyes as the pink muscle rolls against her thumb, silken under her skin before you take the tip in between your lips.

“thinkin’ bout how sweet you looked in my bed last night, how you’d look there again tonight.” your blown eyes silently beg her. keep going.

“how i had you screaming on my cock, fucking you dumb.”

she doesn’t miss the way your thighs clench, taking her hand from your mouth to rest on your jaw.

“thinkin’ of all the different ways I could have you. creamin’ on my tongue,” she remembers the saccharine taste fondly, “creamin’ on my fingers.”

her hand rests at the base of your throat, thinking out loud.

“maybe i could even get you to squirt again.”

honey drips from every single filthy word that falls from her lips. whines roll and rumble in your throat as you grip the soft material of her flannel, desperation clawing at your skin with sharp nails and butterflies fluttering against the places inside of you where you need her the most.

you’re deaf to the party now and you couldn’t give any less of a fuck about who’s eyes were obsessing over the scene unfolding.

“that sound good, pretty?” she already knows the answer, “wanna go home and let me take care of this pretty pussy again?”.

ellie was a girl of her word, a promise keeper deep in her heart. so in the pale moonlight, on the soft spread of her emerald sheets; she was on her knees, ready to paint visions of stars and moons behind your closed eyes as she took you to a heaven filled with sweet, pearly arousal and blazing, toe-curling, body-tremor filled euphoria.

a message from lina: sorry this became a bit more self-indulgent then I wanted, I hope you enjoyed nevertheless. I promise there’s way better stuff coming soon, I’m just trying to ease back into the swing of it after my little break down lol. signed with a million kisses — L ᥫ᭡

INBOX/REQS: OPEN.

#pretty much just dirty talk with ellie #ellie williams #smut #x reader #f reader #fem reader #┆ 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐬 #br:elliewilliams #female reader #f! reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x reader smut #the last of us #the last of us part 2 #part ii #pt ii #lesbian #lgbtq

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gyuwoncheol · 7 months

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Pair: Joshua x gn!reader

Genre: loss of a loved one

Summary: Joshua’s nightmares are suddenly better than his reality

Warnings: pain, sadness, nightmares, mentions of physical illness and death— Please don’t read if these things trigger you. Your mental health is most important! (No, Joshua does not die.)

WC: 1.5k

Author’s Note: this was so painful to write but also oddly healing after. Special shout out to darling Lina @seokminkisser for reading through this and assuring me I still made sense 💛 THANK YOU!

“Hey, I'll be okay.” Joshua heard you call out faintly before he shot up from the bed, startled, out of breath and a cold sweat breaking on his forehead and back.

He looked at your empty side of the bed and he shuddered in fear before tears began to prickle his eyes

“Baby?” You cooed very softly from the love seat that was positioned right by the window in your bedroom. Joshua blinked once to clear his vision from the tears that threatened, then twice to refocus his gaze. By then you had already stood up from where you’d been adoring the moon that peeked on your window to make your way to the bed.

The way your cold hand cupped his very warm cheek had him feeling a chill down his spine, his eyes stared blankly at yours despite the very dim glow of the moon and the nightlight in your bedroom.

“Another one of your nightmares?” You asked

Joshua was still shaking, his brain still trying to wrap around everything, you saw his lips tremble, his eyes getting glossy again. You let your free hand grip his right one, squeezing gently like you do when you tell him you love him.“I’m here, hun. It’s okay.”

You didn’t bother asking him what he dreamt of, you already knew what it was about. He had it all the time, a recurring nightmare where he loses you. It always started the same way: him running into your hospital room as you gave him a smile full of love. It's weak, but it still reaches your eyes. And he always brought flowers, the most colorful ones he'd see in the shop. It was his way to brighten those 4 walls that always smelled of alcohol and sterilized devices. But his flowers weren't actually the only pop of color in the otherwise very bleak, very white room. You still had your multitude of bright metallic balloons, a handful of stuffed toys, and of course, all the get well soon messages written in very colorful papers that your boyfriend stuck on the wall, some even had glitters. Even though he was the ‘hobbyist’ in his group of friends, it actually really surprised him just how artsy those group of very rowdy, very loud and very tall boys got. Unfortunately for the both of you, despite the rainbow presence everyone tried to bring in, the fact remained the same: you were losing color as you laid in that gurney. He should've gotten used to the image of you with all those machines hooked on your frail body, it had been your 3rd month there anyway.

In soite of having dreamt this almost every night, and he means every. single. night., he still can't remember the part where it all takes a bitter turn for the worst. One moment he's fixing up your blanket, and then the scene completely jumps to you convulsing and then every single machine starts to beep an abnormal amount. He'll literally see you gasping for air and then in the blank of an eye, he sees you take your last deep breath before the notorious green line on the screen completely flattens.

Tonight though felt oddly different, not at all like any of his past nightmares. You didn't die. In fact, it was the first one he had where you spoke to him, telling him you'd be alright. He should be happy, right? First nightmare that actually had a good ending? But he wasn't. He weirdly wasn't. So maybe he did get used to his nightmares, because why was this infinitely weirder than all the others that had you dying.

"Josh?" you called to him again.

Did he really just hear you? So you really didn't die this time? Now it was just all feeling like a fever dream to him. He thinks he felt you brush his hair away from his face, a very gentle gaze in your eyes as you looked at him like he was so fragile. You wish you could change his nightmares, wish he never had it to begin with. But alas, there's only so much you can control. You saw how he shuddered in his sleep, grunting and wincing in pain as he battled his subconscious. You tried to shake him awake, call his name repetitively but neither one worked. So you waited, wide awake— not that you could sleep anyway— knowing he'd eventually startle himself awake.

Your thumb continuously caressed his cheek, hoping it would help him snap out of his daze and bring him back to you. "Baby, I'm still here. Breathe," you coaxed slowly as you saw him close his eyes shut, as if willing himself to listen to your voice. To your dismay, you only saw his lashes get wet before a stream of tears finally flowed down his cheeks. The blanket that was initially strewn when he woke up had now found its way clung tightly to his chest. You felt at a loss with what to do, you just wanted to comfort him, wanted him to know you were there for him. You just wanted him to feel you.

Joshua sobbed quietly, his dream still ingrained in his brain. The words you spoke repetitively rang in his ears, much louder than the ones you were actually trying to say as you desperately tried to hold his body against you.

"Josh, please stop worrying." You repeated a couple of times, increasingly getting more concerned that this particular nightmare had shaken him so much.

It wasn't til after a more violent sob that he finally sat a little straighter and a little bit more composed. You saw him wipe his cheeks hurriedly and you couldn't help but envelope him in a tight embrace, one that had him both feeling a comforting warmth and a sudden chill through his spine.

"I..." he started, clearing his throat momentarily, "I know you're here." The last word faltered as his lips trembled. "I can feel you." He was looking at your side of the bed and god, did you wish he could actually see you cause you are there. You're staring right at him. You needed him to see you because you actually look like how you did when he fell in love with you three years ago in that bookstore. Your cheeks now had color, your hair wasn’t flat, and your normal weight was on. You looked nothing like the skin and bones that you were in that hospital bed in your last three months on earth. If anything, you looked most alive now.

"Why'd you say that in my dream tonight?" Joshua blinked away tears as he continued, "Y-you n-never say you're okay. You never say anything at all. Why are you suddenly okay?" He frustrated. It was your turn to close your eyes, not wanting to see how pained your boyfriend felt. He had that same look he had on that fated day seven weeks ago when the doctors all but confirmed to him his most dreaded news. "Is... Is this…” he paused to inhale deeply, “do I need to let you g-go? Because you'll be okay?"

Your passing had not been easy on him. Even though you were constantly in and out of the hospital and finally resided there in your last few months, he had always held out hope that one day you'd both still happily go home happy and healthy. Ever since you left, he's looked for you day and night, but Joshua only ever saw you in his dreams. And even though he'd see that line go flat every night, he braved through all of them if it meant he could see you.

But tonight, when the all too familiar plot suddenly changed, he feared the worst. He had always worried about you, that you didn't get to live life to the fullest. You both still had that planned trip to Italy after all. He felt you had regrets, worried that you had gone too soon for your own liking. So when he heard you say, "I'm okay," tonight, he was both comforted and scared. Comforted that his worries were wrong, but so incredibly terrified your presence would now be fully gone. That's how it worked, right? Joshua thought. Most souls stayed around because they had regrets, had unfinished business earthside, but when they've finished those and have found their peace with those they’ve left, they’re finally able to cross over to the place where all good things nice and happy exist. Right?

You saw him reach out to your bedside table, picking up the small picture frame of you. His hands ran though your image, the overwhelming feeling of pain and sadness and longing just crushing every bit of his broken heart to even tinier pieces. You did your best to wipe away his tears even though it really wouldn't work, but it was all you could attempt to do. "i love you," you whispered so desperately, a hand on top of his.

"Please don't go." Joshua's voice cracked, "Cause you might be okay, but I never will be."

a/n: i apologize for any pain caused. Pls don’t hate me. Reblogs are deeply appreciated and my inbox is always open for feedback/chat! 🤍

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beanibon · 11 months

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Could you please write something short about Eriks eating reader out? His facial hair is driving me insane.

I've been adoring these eriks x reader short fics and I've been obsessed. Please this man needs more short fics about him.

TW: Oral (f!receiving), slight exhibitionism, reader owns a bakery.

~ Prequel ~ Part 2 ~

Your legs wobbled dangerously, arms struggling to keep your weight. It was hard being quiet especially, as the last customers of the day filtered out of the bakery, waving a final goodbye to you.

You desperately wanted to slam the closed sign against the door, but a strong arm kept you in place, holding you against the counter.

Cursing the man, you squeezed your thighs hard around his face, only for it to backfire as Eriks only mouthed your clit harder. Knees buckling as you faltered, the man beneath you grunting as your weight crushed him somewhat. Yet it didn't stop his relentless abuse of your pussy, hiking your cute dress up a little further to tease you as you quickly pulled it down.

"Bastard! The close sign isn't up yet, quit being a pervert!" You yelped, feeling the prickly sensation of his stubble brush against your plush folds.

"Can't help it, you're so cute when I can fluster you." The vibration of his words were agonising, leaving you to release a few moans you had been holding back.

The bell to the front door rung as he squeezed your ass, jolting at the sight on Lina. Now you two were deep shit.

"Hey Miss Y/N, sorry to bother you but have you seen Eriks? He's been gone all day and the last place he said he was heading off to was here." You swallowed, muffling a particularly loud moan that almost slipped through.

It was hard to think of an excuse, especially while you were still being eaten out by the man in question. But you managed something, despite it being suspicious by the constant stuttering.

"So-sorry Lina, Eriks did come through, but he-" another harsh squeeze of your thighs against Eriks skull, a silently warning to stop teasingly flicking your clit. "But he left a while ago, haven't seen him since."

Lina looked at you suspiciously, but thankfully didn't question you further. She thanked you as she turned to leave, opening the door.

"If you wouldn't mind Lina, can you flip the sign for me please?" She raised a brow your way, obliging as flipped the sign and left.

Sighing, you glared down at the blonde man beneath you, still happily writing his name with his tongue on your bud of nerves. You were going to kill him.

But that would have to wait, as once he got your orgasm crashing over you, collapsing on him as you moaned his name. Eriks yelped, tapping your back to try and get you off him.

Eventually you did shift your weight, leaning against the counter, panting heavily. You looked at him, massaging his neck as he gave you the biggest puppy eyes ever, your cum painted over his face.

"I think you strained my neck." Eriks whined, adjusting his neck until it cracked.

"Not my fault you wanted to eat me out in the middle of work, should've waited until after I closed." The giant man only gave you a childish pout, hugging your legs.

"But I couldn't wait that long, besides I promised Granny I'd be home for dinner this time, I wouldn't have made it if I waited for you to finish." He gave you wide puppy eyes, smiling as you knelt down to wipe his face with your apron.

"I love you, but geez you piss me off," You placed a tender kiss to his forehead, helping him stand up. "Now hurry up, before Lina comes back and catches you."

Eriks smiled, placing several feathery kisses to you face. "Can we do this again tomorrow?"

You shooed him out the door, locking it behind him. Fuck, you felt as if you were babysitting a giant Labrador at times. But you'd be lying if Eriks didn't make your core shiver at the idea of him between your legs, beard scratching against your cunt as he ate you out.

#trigun stampede #trigun #trigun smut #vash #vash the stampede #vash x reader #vash x you #eriks vash x reader #eriks x reader #vash smut #vash the stampede x reader #98 vash #98 vash x reader #trigun x reader #trigun 98 #trigun 1998

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bluegalaxygirl · 3 months

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Celestial Wedding (ZoLu X Reader) P15

Plot: Reader gets taken as revenge for Luffy and Zoro's defiance against the Celestial Dragons, they were just going to kill her to make an example but now theres a wedding????.

Warning: Bad language, PTSD, Panic attack and Making out .

Thank you to @herwritingartcowboy for the suggestion. Reader is Female and a gunslinger, Zoro X Luffy X Reader, Poly relationship, established relationship.

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With night starting to fall you, Robin, Chopper and Nami headed out onto the deck, despite the bath and shower being a little stressful you're glad you did it, with clean hair and skin plus some fresh warm clothes you feet so much better. The island was littered with people from different pirate crew while their ships lined up next to the sunny, lanterns light up the island along with several cooking station and a big bonfire, the air was filled with Music, talking and laughter warming your heart and bringing a smile to your face. "There's a lot more people than i thought" you think out loud stopping at the end of the ramp, Nami takes your hand and rubs your arm "Are you gonna be ok? We can go back if you want" her voice sounded concerned but you smile at her and shake your head "No i'm fine, i'm just really thankful" She smiles back at you but as you look around, you realize someone is missing "Has Sabo turned up yet?" you ask looking at the three who shake their heads making your smile drop, you hope Sabo's ok since he stayed behind to do stuff but your confident in that man's skills, he is Luffy's brother after all and a member of the revolutionary army. You start walking again saying hi to people on the way some of them having to be told off by Nami or Chopper for scaring you when they tried to hug you. As much as you love all the support and their help your still not happy with people outside your crew hugging you at the moment, there is one exception to that though and that is the eight girls you saved.

Rin was the first to spot you before you could even call out to them, she gasps before standing almost stumbling over her own feet "Y/N" she yells getting the other girl's attention away from some Tontatta's their sitting with around a lantern and food. The eight girls run over to you with large smiles and slight tears, as much as you want to let them crash into you for a hug you hold your hands out to stop them from doing so, luckily it seemed they had no intention of crashing into since they all stop just short of you before you can raise your arms fully. You can't help but look them over in amazement, their skin has more color in it now and their wearing warm clothes, they also seem to have more energy. "Thank you so much, for everything, we are so grateful to you and your crew" Sakura steps forward, always the leader of the small group and smiles at you before going to bow. You quickly step closer take Sakura's arms and stopping her from bowing, she looks at you in surprise but doesn't flinch at your touch "You bow to no one now, your free so please don't" You sigh hoping you didn't scare her with your sudden action but her eyes soften and a small smile appears on her face "Thank you Y/N, can i hug you?" Sakura asks but instead of answering you pull her into a hug. "I'm glad your all ok" You sigh in relief while gesturing for the others to join the hug, they jump at the opportunity but are careful when wrapping their arms around you, trying not to smother you.

The girls soon let you go and look over at your other crew mates "Thank you, Miss Nami and Miss Robin" Sakura smiles at them walking over to the two and taking their hands "And don't forget the amazing Doctor Chopper" Rin smiles wide while bending down along with Emi and Lina to start fawning over the blushing and smiling reindeer. Nami and Robin nod at the girls while squeezing Sakura's hands "It's no problem, you girls are fun to hang out with" Nami giggles, as the girls talk with your crew you watch them until something tap your shoulder. Turning around you raise your eyebrow at not seeing anyone there, panic starts to from in you hoping your nightmare hasn't followed you into the real world but then there was a small sweet voice "Down here silly" You jump a little at the voice and place your hand over your heart while gasping in surprise at the small blue Tontatta on your shoulder. "Wicca, don't scare me like that" You let out a breath trying to calm yourself down as the tiny woman rubs the back of her head "Sorry" she looks away feeling bad for scaring you but you soon relax. A buzzing sound catches your attention so you look ahead of you to see Bian flapping her wigs while one of her pink bee's fly's next to her holding none other than their Captain Leo "Hay guys, you both look amazing, how's your pirate adventure going?" you ask with a big smile while holding your cupped hands out for the two to rest on "It's going good, we've seen so much but were glad we could help you, at first we didn't think were were gonna make it in time to help" Leo smiles up at you while still sitting on the pink bee laying in your hand.

Bian pats her bee's head with a proud stance "It was quiet the fight but there's nothing my girls can't handle" You nod at them happy to have their help and to see their ok, Wicca walks down your arm to join the two in your hands as you speak "Thank you all so much, i can't tell you how happy i am to have so many people who care, I'm so glad your all ok, your all truly amazing" You tear up a bit as Wicca does the same going to hit your hand but is stopped by Leo holding her back and listing her up "Stop saying things like that, i don't wanna cry" The blue haired girl yells kicking her legs out as she tried to get out of Leo's hold "Calm down, don't hurt Y/N-land" The Captain of their crew yells out dragging her to sit on the pink bee as Bian pinches her nose and sighs "Sorry about her" You shake your head at them and let out a nervous laugh "I'm sorry I'll stop, I didn't mean to make you cry. I'll leave you guys to get back to the feast, have fun" The three nod at you before starting to fly up off your hands, yelling their goodbyes the four fly off to go back to their crew "Hay Y/n, Nami and Robin are going to stay with the girls so I'll help you find Luffy and Zoro" Chopper runs up to you and takes your hand, you can't help but laugh though at his face covered in pink and red kiss marks, bending down you wipe them away for him knowing he'll hate being laughed at by the crew for it. "Ok, Lead the way doctor Chopper" you stand keeping hold of his hand as the reindeer starts to walk.

Chopper smiles while swaying a bit at you calling him doctor but soon managed to calm himself down, it was hard to see through the large groups of people but luckily there was a path through it all so you just followed that. After a while of walking you stated to get tired and nervous, anxiety growing in your stomach making you feel sick, you couldn't find the two you wanted to be with. Chopper notices your panicked breathes and stops walking helping you sit down on a fallen log that no one is sitting on "It's ok Y/n, just breathe, we can head back to the sunny if it's too much" The doctor states in a calm voice but has to yell a little with all the singing, talking and music around you two. "N-no.. I'm sorry.. I-i just want to-" You grip your chest as it starts to hurt, you didn't know anyone around you but chopper, yes they all helped you but you had no idea who they are, you didn't feel safe, you wanted more familiar faces, you wanted Zoro and Luffy. "Y/N... Your up SUPER" Franky walks over before doing his pose making you snap out of your spiraling thoughts, Chopper looks up at Franky with a big smile happy to see the giant cyborg but the man looks down in slight shock at your teary eyes and tense body "Sorry didn't mean to scare you" He raises his hands in surrender but you shake your head starting to calm down now that someone else you know if finally around you, it's not that you didn't feel safe with chopper its just there were to many unfamiliar face compared to the one you know. "Y-you didn't scare me... I just got a bit overwhelmed" You whisper while gripping Chopper's hand that he holds out to you.

The giant cyborg nods before walking closer and kneeling down "You know what can fix everything? some fresh Cola and some loving company" His big smile and words make your eyes widen "You know where Luffy and Zoro are?" You ask scooting closer to him in hopes that he knows, with a chuckle Franky nods "Yep, i just left to go and check on Robin but I'll take you over there" Jumping up you can't help but hug the cyborg wrapping your arms around his neck making him chuckle a little more and pat your head lightly. "Thank you, Franky, thank you for everything you guys have done, I'm so grateful to have you guys in my life" You smile up at him while pulling away to see the robot rub his teary eyes with his arm, he cry's out making you hold back a laugh at his over dramatics "Oh Y/N, there's no need to thank us you brave soul" Franky cry's making Chopper smile up at him patting the robots leg in comfort, the cyborg can be so overly dramatic sometimes but you wouldn't have it any other way. He soon stops with a sniffle while wiping his eyes "How about i carry you two it'll be quicker" He offers, you wanted to say no and walk but your leg were tired and sore so you nod. He stay knelled down so its easier for you to sit on his shoulder, Chopper jumps up and sits on his other shoulder before Franky stands up and starts to walk to where Luffy and Zoro are. "Oh by the way Robin is with Sakura's group close to the Sunny" You inform hoping to make finding the black haired woman easier for your crew mate, Franky nods as his hand rests on your leg helping to keep your balanced while your on his shoulder.

That familiar laughter soon breaks through the crowd making you smile bigger than before knowing that its Luffy but as you get closer to the group your captain isn't there. Zoro, Usopp and Bartolomeo are sitting on a large blanket with pillows and empty plates littered around them but there was a big gap in the middle for some reason. "Hay Guys, Look who i found" Franky calls out with a big smile soon stopping next to the Blanket, Usopp smile at the three of you before standing but almost gets knocked back by Barto who scrambles to get up. Zoro turns to look behind him and up at the giant cyborg, his smile grows at seeing you. "Miss Y/N, i'm so glad your ok.. You just missed Mister Luffy he went to get more food, but he'll be back soon" The rooster shoots up from where he was sitting and runs over to you almost trampling over Zoro who was about to get up. You scoot back a bit on Franky's shoulder as Barto reaches up for you, He's only trying to help and probably impress your crew but your not comfortable with him touching you just yet, he's too eager and hyper, plus he doesn't know where your hurt. "Here let me help you do-" Barto smiles wide at you only for his face to get grabbed by Zoro who shoves him away. "Calm down and back off" The swordsman growls before looking up at you seeing you start to calm down from your slight panic "Do you need help?" Zoro asks as Franky kneels down letting you and Chopper off his shoulders you nod and hold out your hand which the swordsman takes while his other hand goes to your side being careful not touch the bruises he knows are there.

Usopp sighs and gets up walking over to Barto who's rubbing his head after being shoved to the ground "I did warn you" The sniper sighs before turning to Chopper who runs over to check if the roosters ok. "Thanks again Franky" You smile at the cyborg when your fully off his shoulder "It's no problem, Here, like i said before, a good cola fixes everything... I'll see you guys later" The cyborg laughs handing you a bottle of Cola before walking off, Usopp and Chopper waving him goodbye before helping Barto stand up and walk back over to the blanket. After taking the bottle you wave him off before turning to Zoro and wrap your arms around his waist finally feeling safe in his embrace, the swordsman holds you close one arm around your waist and the other running through your hair. The swordsman lightly smiles placing a kiss on your head before breathing in the smell of your freshly cleaned hair "You smell nice" The green haired man whispers making you tense up a bit as you grip onto him, those words bringing back bad memoirs that you try and push away. Zoro rubs your back trying to calm you down while mentally cursing himself for making you like this "Sorry baby.. I-i don't mean to" You relax a little after taking a few deep calming breathes, looking up at him you lean back a bit to place your free hand on his cheek not wanting him to feel the way he is. "No it's ok, you did nothing wrong. I think i'm still a little jumpy from everything thats happened today" You sigh before leaning in and placing a kiss on his cheek.

The swordsman nods as he guides you over to the blanket "Want to talk about it?" You think for a minute as Zoro helps you sit down before sitting next to you and pulling you into his side, so he can hold you "I don't want you to get angry or anything" He takes a breath at your words calming himself down before giving you a nod letting you know he won't get angry or act out. Barto goes to talk to you but Usopp is quick to place a hand over the roosters mouth knowing Zoro needs time to talk with you, Chopper sighs and shakes his head at the rooster before whispering for him to calm down. Telling Zoro lifted a lot of weight off your shoulders, he didn't think you were stupid or weak for getting scared or having a panic attack in fact he soothed you rubbing your arm and kissing your head as you drank the Cola Franky gave you, the cyborg was right a fresh Cola and come loving company fixes everything. It wasn't long until Luffy came running back with a huge plate of food, his eye light up when seeing you and without thinking he yells out your name. It makes you jump slightly but when you turn to see Luffy a big smile forms on your face as you wave at him "Luffy" You yell back seeing the captain pick up his speed while walking over but trying not to drop any of the food stacked high on the large plate. The captain places the plate down in the middle now making you realize why there was a gap in the first place "Wow Luffy, Where did you get all that?" You ask while looking the pile of food up and down now unable to see the others with how wide and tall it is.

Luffy sits down next to you as the others start to dig in "Sanji and the other cooks are making loads of stuff" The captain wraps his arms around you as you turn to him and wrap your arms around him wanting to get a hug in before he's too occupied by food. You sigh in relaxation while resting your head on Luffy's shoulder "Don't get too comfy, you should eat before i eat it all" The captain laughs as you jump in shock pushing away from him knowing he's not messing around, you may be dating but that doesn't stop him from taking your food. "Luffy, You can't eat it all again" Usopp yells peaking his head out from around the pile of food to glare at his friend but Luffy ignores him just digging into the food as you join him, Zoro wraps his arm around your waist pulling you into his side again wanting you close as he drinks. You happily sit between the two feeling a lot calmer and safer while eating. After you've had your fill you sigh in happiness only for Zoro to reach over and use his thumb to remove some food from the corner of your mouth, a small blush forms of your face as his eyes meet yours, The swordsman brings his thumb to his lips and licks the food off of it before giving you a flirty smile. Your cheeks go redder as your mouth moved trying to form words but can't even when Zoro starts to lean closer. "It tasted good... mind if i have some more?" Zoro asks brushing his lips against yours, the pounding in your chest gets louder and louder but you nod letting a small smile form as the swordsman closes the gasp placing his lips on yours.

The two really know how to make you flustered and normally you would complain but you couldn't in this moment, you felt so loved, so safe as his arm sneaks around your waist pulling you into him as his tongue licks your lower lip asking for more. Normally he wouldn't ask, but he didn't want to make you uncomfortable after everything thats happened, humming in delight you open your mouth for him letting his tongue in to meet yours as your hands run up his arms to his neck, your thumbs running across his jawline. You didn't want it to end, his touch was gentle on your injured area's but firm in your uninjured areas, its like he's studied your body knowing where he can touch you and where he can't while not even looking. Zoro pulls away first not wanting you to get breathless "My strong girl" He whispers against your lips making you smile and pull him in for a hug your hand running through his hair, thanks to nami you actually believe it now, you are strong and it's nice to know others think of you that way. Zoro holds you close to him while rubbing your back and placing kisses on your head enjoying you being back with him. His eyes soon land on Luffy who had stopped eating a little while ago his eyes fixed on the two of you, the swordsman could tell the captain was a little upset although he tried to hide it. "Lu, you want to join?" The swordsman asks holding out one of his hands managing to snap his lover out of his own head, a small smile forms on Luffy's face as he scoots closer.

Moving away from Zoro you pat the area in between you two seeing a bigger smile form on the Captains face, sitting in between the two of you Luffy wraps his arms around you both letting your heads rest on his shoulder as your arms go around his waist. You know Luffy loves to hold you both close like this, placing a kiss on your captains cheek he smiles down at you before pecking your lips while Zoro lets out a small chuckle kissing Luffy's neck a few times. A hum of satisfaction leaves the captains mouth from the feeling before turning to kiss Zoro's head, the three of you sit there enjoying each others warmth and comfort as music and talking fill the air, once in a while you would move your head into Luffy's neck either kissing it or feeling his pulse against your forehead. Zoro drink the rest of his sake before interlocking his fingers with yours that lies on Luffy's chest while kissing his captains shoulder or jawline. Luffy would lean into who ever was showing him affection at the time but if the two of you were giving him affection at the same time then he would lean his head back a bit while his arms hold you both tighter enjoying the feeling. It wasn't long before you noticed Luffy staring at you, looking up at him your eyes lock with his seeing slight sadness, unhooking your fingers from Zoro you reach up to place your hand on your captains cheek "You ok honey?" You whisper letting your thumb run under his eye, Luffy nods while placing his forehead on yours "i'm glad to have you back" He whispers back while moving his nose against yours, knowing what he wants you lean up placing your lips on his.

Before he can ask you lightly bite his lower lip, with a smile Luffy shoves his tongue into your mouth as your lips move together, letting out a hum your tongues meet moving together as his hand wonders, anxiety wells up in you as his hand gets closer to your thigh but it soon moves away making you relax knowing that he won't touch your injured leg, pulling away Luffy peaks your lips "Don't worry, i won't touch it... I'll just have to find a new favorite spot" He laughs with a small smile making your smile drop, you didn't want him to find a few favorite spot "Lu, It can still be your favorite spot. Just once its healed" Luffy's big smile comes back as he buries his head into you neck giving it loads of kisses making you laugh trying to push him away but his grip is too strong. Zoro laughs along watching as his captain attacks your neck "Thank you, Muffin" Luffy calls out before pulling away from your next letting you get your breath back, lightly hitting his chest you playfully glare at him but his expression didn't change making your eyes soften knowing how happy you've just made him. "Speaking of muffins" The captain stretches his arm out, reaching into the pile of food and pulling out a muffin, ripping it in two he hands half of it to you making your eyes widen, its very rare for him to share food. "I have to share a muffin with my muffin" Luffy laughs before biting into his half, you take the other half while kissing is cheek "I swear your sometimes worse than the cook" Zoro comments while looking away with a slight blush, you couldn't tell if it was because of what just happened or the amount of alcohol he's consumed.

Luffy pulls the swordsman back into him crashing his lips onto his lovers, a shocked hum leaves Zoro's mouth making it easy for Luffy to slip is tongue into the swordsman's mouth. You smile at the two while eating your muffin watching as Zoro starts to relax into it while seeming to try and gain control but Luffy had the upper hand. Pulling away Luffy puts his big smile back on while pressing his forehead against Zoro's "You know.. You only say that kind of thing when you want attention" Luffy's comment seemed accurate since the swordsman's face goes bright red as his eyes widen, you don't know how but your captain always seems to know these things. Unable to form words the swordsman growls before kissing the captain again burring his hand in his black hair keeping his lover close. Rolling your eyes at the flustered and needy swordsman you look over at the food pile now being able to see the other side, Usopp and Chopper are laughing and joking with each other while also messing with some food, Barto on the other hand had wide eyes and blushing cheeks while watching Luffy and Zoro make out, it made you realize that he's never seen the three of you together like this. Everyone knows about your relationship but maybe seeing it is a different some how. When he doesn't stop looking you lean closer and wave your hand in front of his face managing to snap him out of it "It's rude to stare" You giggle while sitting back, he gulps and nods keeping his eyes on you even though the swordsman and captain have now pulled away from each other trying to get their breath back.

Barto clears his throat his blush getting worse, but he scoots closer only stopping when the plate of food between you and him touches his knees "I'm sorry Miss Y/N, i didn't mean to state i-i just wanted to urm..." He takes a breath while rubbing the back of his head seeming nervous about something "I'm sorry about before, i-i didn't mean to scare you, i was out of line" The rooster looks down in shame due to his earlier actions, Luffy raises an eyebrow while looking between you and Barto "What? You ok?" The captain asks putting his arm around your waist but you nod letting him know your fine. Zoro sighs leaning back on his elbows "Yea you should be, Think next time" The swordsman grumbles but you reach over and pat his leg trying to calm the man down. " It's ok, He just tried to help me down off Franky's shoulder" You smile seeing your captain nod now knowing you weren't hurt but he still doesn't understanding why Zoro would get so frustrated over it, you turn back to Barto his eye's meeting yours "I appreciate the help but i'm still a little jumpy and some of my injuries still hurt so... Thanks for the help though" You smile at him getting the Rooster to nod with a big smile happy that you've forgiven him "Mister Zoro's right i should have thought before i acted, Is there anything i can do for you?" Barto asks cupping his hands together hoping to make it up to you and Zoro but the swordsman groans trying to ignore the rooster's attempts to please you. "No i'm good" You raise your hands up getting the man to nod and calm down a bit.

Luffy pouts a little while placing his chin on your shoulder looking up at you with slight puppy dog eyes "You could've asked him to get more meat" You can't help but laugh a little as you turn to look down at your pouting Captain "You have a whole plate of food still" His pout gets worst at your words making Barto spring up from where he was sitting "It's ok Mister Luffy, I'll get you some more" Barto panics before running off Usopp and Chopper yelling at him since he almost kicked the two over. "Bring booze" Zoro yells out after the man who weaves through the crowd of people some yelling at him because he knocked into them. "He's funny" Luffy smiles as he pulls away from your shoulder to watch the man, Usopp rubs the back of his head with a sigh "He's something" The sniper comments while letting out a breath and laying on his back to look up at the sky, Chopper nods agreeing with his friend while laying down next to him also looking up at the sky. You can't help but watch the two for a minute happy that their both ok, you can't believe just a few days ago they were fighting vice admirals and guards to help rescue you. "Thank you" You suddenly say making Usopp and Chopper raise their heads to look over at you "Thank you.. for helping me" You say again giving them a smile, the two shoot up with a big smile while rubbing the back of their heads "There's no need to thank us" Chopper sways a little while Usopp wipes his nose "You can always rely on the great Captain Usopp" You can't help but let out a small giggle at their different reactions, Luffy laughs a little to while wrapping his arm back around your waist.

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#lina thinks out loud #hi iva #← experiencing the yuri break #hi mary #← source of yuri break

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❄️ WOSO FICMAS: Dec. 19 - Amanda Ilestedt ❄️

Amanda Ilestedt x Reader (Matildas & Arsenal) | WC: 1029

Dec. 19 prompt - getting snowed in

-> all translations from google!

-> woso ficmas masterlist can be found here!

You were excited to spend Christmas with Amanda and her family in Sweden. You had been dating for nearly a year, having met through Stina before Amanda joined Arsenal in the summer. You figured it would be easier to go to Sweden given it was closer than flying to Australia. Your family understood since you weren’t given that much time off before you would have to return to training after the holiday break.

You and Amanda arrived in Sweden a few days after your game against Tottenham, which gave you ample time to explore your girlfriend’s home. The atmosphere of Sweden was welcoming and you were thriving, despite only knowing a little bit of the language. Even though the little bit you did know was either terms of endearment to say to Amanda or inappropriate sayings you learned from Lina and Stina, so nothing to actually help you converse with the people on your own.

Having spent the past few days out and about, exploring, you and your girlfriend decided to sleep in and have a relaxing day to yourselves. You groaned as you woke up, not ready to get up from the cozy bed. Your eyes fluttered open focusing on your girlfriend who was still asleep. A small smile formed as you watched the blonde, a feeling of love spreading across your body.

You decided to let Amanda sleep in a bit longer, wanting her to get as much sleep as possible. You moved from the bed as quietly as you could before making your way to the bathroom. Once you were done in the bathroom you left the bedroom, wanting to start on breakfast for the two of you.

As you worked on breakfast, you had turned on some music, letting play softly only in the kitchen so it wouldn't wake up Amanda. At least, that was your hope. You felt arms wrap around your body from behind as you worked at the stove, a light kiss was pressed to your cheek.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping in, min kärlek (my love),” you moaned, your surprise of breakfast in bed now not possible.

“The bed got cold without you, älskling (darling),” the blonde purred, giving you a few quick kisses along your jaw and neck.

You smiled at her words as you continued cooking breakfast. Once you were done and the food was plated, the two of you moved to the table to eat. You ate in comfortable silence, enjoying just being with Amanda.

As you were done eating, the defender took the now empty plates back to the kitchen to clean up since you cooked. You made your way into the living room, opting to move the long curtains that hung in front of the sliding doors to let some light in.

With the curtains out of your way, you were now looking at the densely snow-covered ground. Excitedly you gasped at the sight, tempted to go outside in nothing but your pajamas.

Amanda, having heard your loud gasp, rushed into the living room thinking something had happened. “Y/n! What’s wrong?” the blonde all but yelled.

“Babe! It snowed!” you squealed, a bright smile on your face as you turned to face your girlfriend while pointing outside.

While it did snow in Australia, it was very rare in the city you grew up in so seeing this much snow was exciting. You were glad today was supposed to be a relaxing day because you weren't sure if you would have been able to leave, plus it meant you were able to have fun in the snow.

Amanda let out a breath she wasn't aware she was holding when you responded. Relief washed over her knowing that nothing was wrong. Her worried expression was replaced by a look of love at how you were bouncing with excitement. The defender moved across the room to join you at the door, wanting to see just how much it snowed the night before.

“Kom igen älskling (come on baby), let's get changed!” you sang as you reached for Amanda’s hand, pulling her with you towards the bedroom to change into much warmer clothes.

Amanda let you pull her with you, knowing that even if she wanted to say no, there was no stopping you from spending hours in the snow. You changed quickly into warmer clothes and were quick to pull on a pair of boots you stole from your girlfriend. You stood impatiently by the bedroom door, tapping your foot on the floor as you watched your girlfriend tie her boots.

“C’mon babe,” you moaned, though you weren’t seriously rushing her.

The defender laughed at your tone as she stood up from the bed and walked towards you. This time it was her who pulled you back to the sliding doors in the living room. Sliding the door open, the cold hit you the second you stepped outside.

You had your back facing Amanda as you pulled on gloves to protect your hands when you felt something hit your back. Turning quickly, you found your girlfriend’s smirking at you.

“You’re gonna regret that, love,” you teased, a matching smirk on your face as you bent down to gather snow in your hands.

As the snow left your hands, heading in the direction of the blonde, she ducked out of the way watching the snow sail past her head. You lightly groaned as it missed, rushing to make another snowball to prepare yourself.

The snowball continued, Amanda eventually “winning” before you both changed activities. You opted to try and make a snowman, though you were struggling to roll the larger balls of snow for the base of the snowman. You could hear Amanda laughing at your struggles before she came to help you. With her help, you managed to make a small snowman who now sat in the middle of the yard.

You both had been outside for a while, your teeth starting to chatter from the cold. You made the wise decision to call it a day, heading back inside to warm up, hoping that the coldness would keep the snow from melting so you could continue tomorrow.

#woso x reader #woso #awfc x reader #swewnt x reader #amanda ilestedt #amanda ilestedt x reader

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Let’s Start Some Rumors The8xIdol!Reader - Part 3

pairing: The8 x reader genre: idol au warnings: occasional cursing word count: 1594

Part 1 Part 2

“Are you absolutely sure Y/N?” sighed Minghao as he felt your squeeze his hand.

“Yes, and hey, maybe we could have some fun out of this whole scenario. Trolling is your thing, right?” you laughed as you took your hand off his and playfully nudged his shoulder.

“Yes, I love messing around with the press. I can’t wait to see what carats would say too,” giggled Minghao.

“Good! Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow for the whole dating scandal?” you asked with a more relaxed expression.

“You bet! See you Y/N,” said Minghao as you two parted ways.

Tomorrow was going to cause a scene for sure

The next day arrived rather quickly. Seeing the numbers from your comeback continue to dwindle just made you want to do nothing but sleep early. However, you just couldn't sleep knowing that you were going to go on a date with Minghao of all people the next day. Minghao was your friend, right? You had nothing to be afraid of. But why were you feeling so nervous?

Just as the managers had told you, you arrived to the dressing rooms bright and early that morning. The bright lights of the dressing room conflicted with the remaining sleep that harbored your vision as you rubbed your eyes and suppressed a yawn. But what really woke you up was your utterly handsome friend, dressed in nothing but a black tank top and gray sweatpants waiting patiently for the stylists to bring him his outfit for your "date." His long black hair fell messily above his forehead as he raised a muscular arm to brush his hair out of his tired eyes.

How many minutes had you spent ogling at Minghao? You're not quite sure until he notices you, his eyes instantly brightening. You swore you heard him chuckle before he caught your attention.

"Hey Y/N, come over here!" gestured Minghao, snapping you out of your trance.

"Hi Minghao," you uttered, somewhat softer than you meant to, but nonetheless happy to see him. "It's early, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but at least I'm treating us to coffee later today on our date" chuckled Minghao.

"Oh yeah!" you chuckled, feeling your cheeks heat up. That came out way too enthusiastic, oh god! you thought as you mentally cringed at yourself.

Minghao only smiled and was about to say something until you were both bombarded by an army of stylists pulling you in opposite directions. The sudden shift to your curtain snapped you out of your embarrassment as some of the stylists began to lay out the outfit they had chosen for you and the others began to work on your makeup. They had gone with a rather simple look compared to your music video and stage makeup, but it was still effortless and complimented your features nicely. The hair stylist came in shortly afterwards to fix your hair. Like your makeup, your hair was also in a simple style that accentuated your facial features. A cute, simple pastel blue ribbon was also tied into your hair.

You thanked your hair and makeup team before getting up to get changed. Before you, the stylists presented a form-fitting, plain white long sleeve top paired with a frilly black skirt, the length shorter than what you're usually used to. Thankfully, you had the option to pair it with some sheer black tights. The boots were leather and long with a flirty heel. To top it off was a pastel pink trench coat since the weather was colder this season. However, the most important piece of the outfit was the silver infinity sign necklace; the pendant sparkling against the lights was sure to draw attention.

"So, what do you think Y/N?" asked manager Lina, seemingly appealing out of thin air.

"AAHHHH!" you jumped, you scream was loud enough to ensue chuckles among the stylists outside the curtain.

"Sorry! Are you nervous?" chuckled Lina as she nudged your shoulder.

"A little," you admitted, picking up the white shirt.

"Let me give you some privacy!" chirped your overly enthusiastic manager as she stepped out, leaving you alone to change into the outfit.

Sighing, you began to undress and replace your sweats with the flirty outfit the stylists had chosen for you. Once all of the articles of clothing were on you, you looked into the mirror and damn. The stylists at HYBE deserved a raise for making you look so effortlessly hot. The outfit flattered you in every way possible, emphasizing your beautiful body so well. You didn't want to admit how long you had been staring at yourself in the mirror but snapped a full body mirror selfie nonetheless. However, the infinity sign pendant made itself known as it shone against the lights in your selfies. Not going to lie, the necklace really brought the whole outfit together.

"Y/N!? Are you ready? We don't wanna be late!" yelled manager Lina on the other side.

"Coming!" you chirped, this outfit giving you the extra boost of confidence for your date. Wait. Your date. With Minghao. He was going to see you look this sexy with his name practically wrapped around your neck. You were feeling conflicted to say the least.

"OH MY GOSH! Y/N!!?? You've gotta do a sexy concept for you next comeback!" complimented manager Lina as she took in your form, causing you to giggle and feel flustered.

"Ahhh stop manager Lina!" you smiled, hiding your face and turning your body away from her only to bump right into Minghao.

"Oh! Sorry Y/N!" apologized Minghao as he suddenly shut his mouth and took in your appearance.

"Minghao! Sorry I should've paid more attention," you apologized, feeling even more flustered if that was even possible.

"You two are so cute! You look like a real couple!" noted manager Lina. You hate to admit it, but she was right. Minghao's outfit complimented your outfit so well. In fact, your outfits were almost identical. Minghao was wearing a white button up top that was tucked into a pair of black dress pants. He also had a trench coat loosely hanging over his shoulders in a pastel blue shade, which you noticed matched the ribbon in your hair. Then it came to you: the set of your music video was pastel colors. Just like your infinity sign necklace, the shiny flower necklace you wore in your music video was clasped against his neck in an almost obvious manner.

Neither of you knew how to reply, but you swore you saw Minghao smile at her statement. "You look pretty Y/N."

"Oh! Thank you Minghao! Um, you look handsome!" you stumbled but your smile couldn't help but grow as a result of his compliment.

Just as you two were having your little moment, Minghao's manager seemingly appeared out of nowhere. "The matching couples bracelets! We can't forget that!" he gasped, practically out of breath.

The bracelets were simple silver chains with two dangling charms: an infinity sign and a flower, representing the two of you. The both of you promptly slipped on the bracelets, thus completing the visuals to the ultimate "dating" scandal HYBE was about to pull.

"Ah don't they look perfect, Lina?" asked Minghao's manager as Lina nodded.

"The head manager told me to send him pictures before you two headed out! Smile!" she said as she pulled out her phone.

You awkwardly shuffled closer to Minghao and he did the same, maintaining a respectful distance between you two. "Oh come on, you two are supposed to be a couple!" said Manager Lina as she playfully rolled her eyes.

You awkwardly just laughed as you felt Minghao slowly begin to wrap an arm around your shoulders. "Is this okay?" he whispered.

You nodded as his arm rested around you and tried to subtly lean more into him, but just to make the picture look more convincing! In reality, you felt yourself become even more flustered at the physical contact between you and Minghao. Something about him asking if it was okay for him to touch you also stirred some feelings within you as you smiled for the camera.

Nonetheless, you two were ushered into the car that the company had paid for the two of you. As you both sat in the backseat, it felt like you and Minghao were approaching the impending moment that could change the trajectory of your careers. Despite you two being friends, it was still a daunting task.

Minghao noticed how stiff your form was next to him in the vehicle as you fidgeted with the bracelet that represented the both of you. "Are you okay, Y/N? It's not too late, you know," he said softly.

"I know. And I'm as ready as ever if I'm being honest," you replied, still looking down at the bracelet.

"Okay, but just let me know if you are ever uncomfortable," he said, gently patting your shoulder causing you to look into his reassuring and sincere eyes.

"Thank you Minghao," you smiled.

"It's no problem. Treat yourself baby girl, food's on me" Minghao said jokingly, making his voice sound more manly before whipping out the gift card given to him by the company.

You only laughed at his antics. "Baby girl? Oh Hao, I thought you'd be better at pet names!"

"Better? I thought all girl want to be called baby girls?" he feigned offense as you two erupted in laughter.

You're not going to lie, you felt your heart thump at the fact that Minghao called you baby girl even though you couldn't explain why. This man is literally your friend, how come him jokingly calling you baby girl made you flustered? It couldn't be because he was dressed so nicely, matching you and smiling at you, his dimples appearing and his eyes lighting up. But even when you two were joking as usual, he never called you baby girl or anything romantic like that! Your laughter began to subside as the car pulled into the parking lot before Minghao spoke up again.

"Yup, trolling Dispatch and the media and fans is going to be so fun."

Oh. That's right. You two aren't going on an actual date.

part 4 coming soon!

hiiiii sorry I've been missing! I've had school, work, and some major life stuff happen and I felt so bad putting off this series and leaving you guys hanging! I'll try to update more frequently, I forgot how much fun writing is! I hope you enjoy and let me know if you want to be on the taglist!

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#seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #svt x reader #seventeen fic #the8 x reader #minghao x reader #minghao x y/n #minghao x you #the8 scenarios #the8 x you

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Forbidden (A SKZ Family Secret) Part 8 of 8

Read: Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 2.5 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8

Fem reader // Han Jisung // female Aunty Lina (Lino) // Hyuna (Hyunjin) // Suengmin

You are the nanny/housekeeper for Han and Hyuna (Hyunjin), helping take care of their two sons and keeping daily life in order. But what happens when Han and his Sister-in-law Lina take an extra liking to you, and you are caught up in a secret that you never could have imagined?

Chapter Summary: We wrap this story up. A baby is born.

Writer's Note: I can't believe I am at the end of another story. In my head this one was more fleshed out and in depth but I didn't have the skills to really do it justice. I just hope your love of SKZ family and your imagination brought it to life for you.

I now also have a thing for Aunty Lina.

Word Count: 3.7k approx. (part 8)

Warnings: This chapter contains mature themes, childbirth, mentions of trauma and healing (not related to birth but as a family), mentions of sex and kinks.

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Being tied up and used as some sort of breeding slave did tire you out, so after your bath with Lina you took a quick nap for an hour or so. You were woken to the sound of voices in the other room, and decided to get up and say hello and see if you could help with anything. You walked out into the living room to find Suengmin and Channie were just arriving home. Lina was folding clean laundry and Han was on the coach reading a book. Yep, they’d definitely been fucking while you were napping, you could tell.

“We had a wonderful time, didn’t we?” Seungmin said, looking at Channie who he was carrying in his arms. “We went to the aquarium and looked at the fishes, didn’t we?”

He looked like such a father in that moment, and you wondered what thoughts must go through his mind when he spends time with Chan like this?

Seungmin tried to put Chan down on the floor, but he protested and clung to him tightly. “Oh that’s right, you like Uncle Seungmin to carry you? He wouldn’t let me put him down for a second.” He said bewildered. “Must like being up high up. Daddy isn’t quite this tall, is he?” He quipped and danced around the room making Channie laugh. Han rolled his eyes at his brother’s dig about his height.

Just then the front door opened. Binnie had arrived home too. He stood dead still when he saw the scene in front of him. A look of absolute horror on his face. You knew what he was thinking. You’d been thinking it too. That watching Suengmin and Channie together in this way looked just like the sketches Hyuna had in her book.

“Oh, hi Bin!” Han stood up, but Binnie silently stormed off to his room.

“Teenage boys.” Han shrugged.

“Why don’t you show me your cars, Channie?” Suengmin suggested in the hopes the boy would let him put him down. To his relief, Channie was happy to go look for his toys. “That kid’s getting heavy.” Seungmin sighed rubbing his shoulder.

“Here let me help you, Sweetheart.” Lina went and sat down by Chan’s box of toys. “Now which one should we show Uncle Seungmin?”

“LOOK!” A loud, distressed voice interrupted. Everyone paused and turned to see Binnie, standing, furious with tears streaming down his face. He was holding Lina’s sketchbook, holding it open at a page where Suengmin was holding one of his sons up in the air playing airplanes.

Seungmin’s eyes widened in shock when he saw the sketch.

“Look!” Binnie said again, walking further into the room so everyone could see clearly what he was showing them.

The room fell silent except for the heavy panting coming from Binnie as he tried to control his anger. He flicked a few pages and held them up aw well.

“IT’S ALL FAKE ISN’T IT? You’re our father aren’t you? THIS FAMILY IS FAKE!” He screamed and started tearing the pages out of the sketchbook and tossing them into the air.

“No Binnie!” you cried, holding your hands out to stop him. But you were too far away and it was too late. Pages upon pages flew around the room landing all over the floor.

The front door opened once again. Hyuna. Her eyes darted to each person then her gaze fell to the floor, landing on on the pages that fallen. She ran over to a page, kneeling down and took it in her hand. Her other hand covered her mouth in disbelief. She looked up at you with tears in her eyes. “How could you?” she trembled, thinking that it must have been you that brought the book out.

Binnie turned to you. “YOU KNEW!?” he looked at you like he was about to murder you, then he looked around at the room. “YOU’RE ALL LIARS. THE WHOLE LOT OF YOU.” And he ran off to his room and slammed his door. Hyuna ran down the hall after him.

“Binnie? Please honey! Open up.” You could hear her pleas from where you stood in the living room.

You swallowed hard and looked at Han. He bent down and picked up a page that had fallen at his feet, and stood silently looking at the sketch in hand. “Is it true?” he whispered.

“I’m sorry, Han.” Seungmin said softly. Han didn’t even respond to Suengmin. Han was looking at you, shaking. “You knew?” his voice trembled. He looked so betrayed and you hated yourself so much. He took your silence as a yes, dropped the paper to the floor and walked out of the house without a word. Lina jumped up “Han. Please wait.” She called as she chased after him.

That left just you, Seungmin and little Channie in the room. You felt panic rise through you. You thought you were going to vomit. You looked around at the pages on the floor. “This is such a mess.” You sobbed as you got down on the floor, frantically trying to gather all the sketches. “We have to fix this.” You mumbled to yourself. You paused to see Seungmin crouch down beside you to help pick up the pieces. If this whole thing was killing you, what must it be doing to Seungmin?

“You knew?” he asked surprised.

You nodded. “Hyuna told me.” You sucked your lip in. “You know about this, right?” you pointed to your stomach.

“Yeah. You fit right in with our family.” He chuckled sarcastically.

“I’m going to go put these in my room. I don’t want Hyuna to see this destroyed. I’ll see what I can do to fix it.”

“Do you think it can be fixed?” he asked.

You looked at him sorrowfully. “I really hope so.” You whispered.

Neither of you were talking about the sketchbook.

You put the ruined sketchbook and all it’s torn pages in your bedside drawer. You were determined that you were going to put it back together for Hyuna. You sat on your bed defeated. This was so fucked up. Who knew where Han was? You hoped Lina was able to catch him up. But oh God you felt like you had ripped his heart out and stomped on it. You had never wanted to keep secrets from him. He probably felt like his whole world had crumbled in that one moment. You broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. You could hardly breath as your chest heaved and snot ran down your face. You felt like you were hyperventilating. You couldn't get enough oxygen into your lungs. Then you felt a strong pain in your abdomen. Your baby. Your hands clutched your stomach as you tried to calm your breath, but you were suddenly so frightened that you felt like your were having heart palpitations. Something was wrong.

You felt another strong pain. Oh no!

You made your way back to the living room. “Seungmin?” you stumble towards him.

Seungmin looked up from where he was on the floor with Chan with red and bleary eyes. He immediately saw that something was wrong.

“I think I need to go to the hospital.” You managed.

He stood up. “Should I get Hyuna?” You shook your head. You didn’t want to disturb her if she was talking to Binnie. “You’ll have to take me.”

Seungmin’s eyes darted around the room as though he was trying to find another solution, but eventually nodded. “We’ll have to take Channie with us.” He concluded.

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You sat in silence on the way to the hospital, trying to remain as calm as possible. Next week you would be considered full term and so if the baby was to come now you hoped that she had a good chance of being born safely.

Suengmin tried calling Han on speaker phone in the car, but his phone was turned off. So was Lina’s. They were supposed to keep their phones charged and ready in case of a situation like this, but after what just happened back at the house you couldn’t blame them for not wanting to be reached. You didn’t even know if Lina had managed to catch up to Han. Hyuna’s phone was switched on, but she didn’t answer. At least Suengmin could leave a voice message and hope that she called back soon.

Seungmin looked at you empathetically. This was absolutely not the way you envisioned going to the hospital - with Seungmin and Channie in tow.

At the hospital you were taken to a bed and hooked up to some monitors for observation.

“You are two centimetres dilated. You are in the very early stages of labour. Normally you would stay home until things progressed further.” They said. “But you’re heart rate and blood pressure are extremely high. We need to keep you in to monitor you. Then we can decide whether or not you can go home until you’re closer to delivery.” They explained. “You might want to see if anyone else can look after your son, it’s going to be a long wait for him.” They suggested, nodding towards Channie, and left you and Seungmin alone.

Suengmin’s eyes lingered on Chan who was sitting on his lap, then to you. “Are they really thinking of sending you home? You’re in labour. They said so themselves.” He said in disbelief.

“I’m just relieved that they don’t consider this an emergency.” You sighed in relief. “You really don’t don’t have to stay, Seungmin. You should take Channie home. I’ll be alright.”

Seungmin didn’t answer. “Do you really want to give her up to me and Lina?” he said suddenly.

You looked down at your stomach but didn’t say anything.

“Because if you do, I don’t want to pretend I’m her real father.” He said softly. You lifted your gaze to meet his. What was he saying? “I mean, I’ll raise her like she was my own, but I can’t do to this to Han. It fucking hurts like hell to not have your children know who you are.” His eyes filled with tears, and so did yours. “Could you really cope with your baby calling Lina Mummy and not you?”

“But what about Lina?” you looked at Seungmin unsure.

“I know she wants to me a mother, but I know you want to be too.”

The tears spilled down your cheeks. He was right. You wanted to be a mother. You wanted your baby to call you Mummy. You just thought it couldn’t be possible.

“I’m not even sure what’s going to happen now anyway.” You said sadly, thinking about what had happened back at the house. Everything had crumbled.

“Don’t keep this lie up just because I was a coward. You don’t know how many times I wished I had stood up to our parents and told them I was going to marry Hyuna? This whole family is a mess is because of me.” He said solemnly. He squeezed his arms around Channie in a tight embrace.

“Oh Seungmin, it’s not your —”

The door flung open and Han and Lina rushed in. “Baby!” Han wailed. “Oh my God, tell me everything is okay.” He was at your side fussing over you.

“Han?” Seungmin said hesitantly.

“Suengmin?” Lina patted him gently on the shoulder. “Let’s take Channie to our house. Hyuna is…well she has her hands full with Binnie… Come, let’s give them space.” She said quietly.

“I’ll speak to you later, okay, Hannie?” Suengmin tried again, but Han ignored him.

“Come on Channie, let’s go back to Aunty Lina’s.” Lina scooped up Chan and smiled at you kindly with red, puffy eyes and her and Seungmin left the room.

“Oh Han!” You held his face in your hands. “I’m so sorry.” You wiped his tears from his cheeks.

“I was so scared something had happened to you or the baby. I don’t know what I would do if —”

“Shh, Han. I’m okay, and so is the baby. They’re just keeping me in for observation and to see if I can go home. But…” he looked at you with concern. “They said I am in early labour. So we should meet our little girl soon enough.” Han’s expression changed from pained to relieved.

“She’s going to be here soon? I’m going to be dad. Really this time.” He half smiled.

“Han, you’re already a Dad.” You reassured him, squeezing his hand.

He shook his head. “Am I? Binnie was so distressed. I don’t know what I’m going to say to him when we get home. I don’t even know if I should try calling him. I just…” you could see the anxiety taking over. “I’m not really his father!” he choked.

“Hannie,” your tried to sooth him. “Binnie told me he’d always think of you as his Dad.” You went on to explain how you found Binnie with the sketchbook and that he had suspicions already.

“Is that how you knew too? The sketchbook?” he blinked away his tears.

You shook your head slowly.

“Then how did you know?” he asked puzzled.

“Hyuna told me.” You whispered softly. Han dropped your hands and sat back creating distance between the two of you. “She knew everything Han. About you and Lina, me, the baby. She knew it all.” You said bewildered.

“Seungmin too?” he pushed. You nodded. He dropped his head in defeat.

“Is there anything else?” his wounded eyes met yours.

“Yes.” His face couldn’t look any more hurt. “Hyuna… She’s painted a portrait of me…as a gift for me to remember by pregnancy. She thought it might be a nice keepsake when I give the baby up.”

“She did that for you?” you nodded. “ahhh!” you winced as you clutched your stomach.

“Baby?” Han was immediately close to you again, holding your hands in his. You had been keeping the discomfort of the contractions to yourself. They’d been manageable for the time being. But they were getting slightly stronger.

“I think we should focus on you and the baby right now. I love you. I’m not going to be angry at you for keeping secrets. Who am I to do that when look at me? Look at my family.” He scratched his head. “It’s all messed up but we can figure it out later.” He became suddenly focused on the immediate situation. Everything else would have to wait.

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After a few hours the doctors were happy with your’s and your baby’s obs, but your contractions were becoming stronger and closer together, and your cervix was dilating rapidly. You were really about to have your baby.

Lina had returned to the hospital. She quickly updated you on what was happening on the home front, and that Hyuna and Seungmin were tending to Binnie and Channie. Lina seemed to be putting aside the family crisis, just like Han was doing, despite the whole situation being just as much a shock for her as it was for Han. Their world had just been torn apart, but here they were supporting you through the hardest but most rewarding thing you’ve ever done.

At three-ten in the morning your little girl was born. Little baby Yongbok. She was absolutely perfect. As you held her in your arms you promised her that you would never leave her. No matter what was going to happen you were going to be part of her life. You were going to be her mother. You couldn’t imagine any alternative. Not now. The words of Hyuna, Binnie and even Seungmin echoed through your mind. That lies and resentment eat you. That you’d be denying your baby the truth of who they were. That you’d be living a lie to fulfill an expectation of other people. To think about what you wanted. Everyone knew the truth of your baby now anyway. But what about Lina? You’d break her heart.

You looked to Lina who seemed to somehow sense your thoughts.

“She belongs with you, kitten. You’re her mother.” She whispered with tears in her eyes.

“Oh Lina, I need you!” you sobbed. “I need you to be her mother too. You’re part of this - you, me and Han. Our baby…Oh Han!” you reached out for him, pulling him close. The man was a blubbering mess. The three of you cuddled together around your baby. Baby Yongbook. A little ray of sunshine.

For the next little while it was like the four of you had run away. For the next little while nothing else mattered. You looked down at the most precious and perfect thing you had ever seen in your entire life and you felt a sense of calm, and you trusted that everything was going to work out.

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Once you returned home, you’d found that Hyuna had moved into your room so you could have the master room where you could fit a cradle and would have more space for you and Yongbok. She left all of Han’s clothes and items in there, insisting that the two of you should be together, especially in these early days. She’d hung your portrait on the wall too. “Holy shit, baby!” Han said when he saw it. “Yep, I definitely want to keep you pregnant all the time.”

You felt guilty that Hyuna had given up her space like this, but you were extremely grateful. Your room was not big enough to accommodate baby furniture.

Then reality set in. The whole family was hurting. There was tension between Han and Seungmin. Lina felt resentful that Hyuna had lied about the father of the boys. Everyone hurt for Han and Binnie who slowly came to terms with the reality that they weren’t biologically father and son, but still Dad and Son.

Everyone loved little Yongbok though. She was the one thing that brought hope to the family. It was as though whenever anyone held her they’d feel this sense of peace and hope. Everything could be worked out. When they held her they could understand what it was like to be in each other’s shoes. It still hurt and everything was still a mess. But it seemed like everyone wanted to heal and forgive.

Suengmin had said it best. “It’s like everything had to fall apart and crumble, so we can start to build things back up properly. The way it should have been built in the first place.”

Everyone agreed that they felt the same way too. But it was also made clear that no one was allowed to rush each other in their healing. Each person was affected differently, and they had the right to take as long as they needed.

That was especially true for Binnie. It was going to take a long time for him to work through the confusion he felt. He was having an identity crisis and trust issues. His Dad - that wasn’t really his dad - had a baby with the nanny? But, being the insightful and wise young man he was, he tried to remember that he now had an opportunity to have a second father. “Dad will always be Dad, but Seungmin, well, he’s not just an uncle. He’s a second dad. But I’m still going to call him Seungmin.” He concluded.

Han, once he realised that his position as “Dad” wasn’t really under threat, his confidence started to return. Han wasn’t as hurt as he probably should have been to learn that his wife and brother were in a lifelong secret relationship. His view as always was “Why can’t you love more than one person?” and this sentiment applied to his wife and brother.

Lina focused all her time and attention on you and Yongbok. She didn’t really share much about how she felt about the secrets coming out. You were pretty sure that, although she hated seeing Han hurt, inside she was relieved that she didn’t have to keep living her life in secret.

It eventually came time to discuss the inevitable. What was the family going to do moving forward? One thing was clear though. Everyone should be with their rightful lovers. “But who moves in with who?” asked Lina. Han didn’t want to simply swap with Seungmin because he wanted to be with Binnie and Channie.

“Maybe Yongbok and I can move in with Lina, and Seungmin move in here?” you offered. Han looked absolutely horrified. “Wait! And I stay here alone in my bed?” he pouted. Everyone sat in silence racking their brains.

“What if everyone just moves in here?” Binnie suggested? “But I don’t want to see any funny business. That’d be weird… and gross.”

“There’s not a lot of room,” Han sat in thought. “But I think we can make it work.” He nodded like he’d cracked the case. Everyone turned to Han waiting to be enlightened. “We’ll turn my office, because it’s biggest, into a bedroom, and make - now Hyuna’s - bedroom into an office.” He said brightly.

“Who gets the room with the en-suite?” Suengmin said flatly. Hyuna hit him in the arm.

“They do of course. They need a bigger room, there’s four of them. We can just use the main bathroom.” She explained.

Binnie threw his hands over his ears. “I DO NOT need to hear about the throuple sleeping situation.” He cried shaking his head.

So that’s what happened for the time being. Everyone moved into the one house.

The entire family continued to live a lie, but this time it was a facade for the outside world. Inside, however, the family had never been more open and honest with each other than they were being right now. They could start building a new future, bit by bit. They each wanted the same thing. Love and happiness, not just for themselves, but each other too.

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A year or so later… an update, because I want to wrap this up and this was the lazy way. Think of it like those clips you get at the end of a movie that shows you what happened without it taking another half an hour.

* Everyone still lives in the one house. They got too comfortable and fell into a routine that was “good enough”.

*Turns out Hyuna and Seungmin are really feely-touchy touchy with each other and no one saw that coming.

You glued the sketchbook back together.

* Channie calls Seungmin “Daddy” much to the encouragement from Han who decided his brother should be able to claim a son as his.

* Yongbok calls you “Mummy”, and Lina “Umma” and Han “Daddy” (yay!!)… although really, she can’t quite talk (but you’re teaching her who is who)

* Oh, and Lina has morning sickness! (Oh snap!)

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It’s never really the end…

who knows I might write more little side stories, and I’m definitely open to answering “asks” related to this Skz Family universe. 🥰

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fifthpilot · 10 months

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Thought a lot about why they showed Vash playing the piano in his final scene. And I've realized just how much we've been given by the anime that tells us that this is how we know he's definitely thinking about Knives.

Vash looks out of it, he's not responding to Lina either, but there are other ways to show him unresponsive or nonreactive, he could have been literally doing anything else, he could have been shown listening to the radio broadcast about lost July; and that would have implied he was thinking about the people he killed. He could have been shown not eating, or staring off at a distance, and that would have implied that he's broken and depressed. But the piano's implications are so important here.

Because the only other person we've seen play a piano was Nai. it's an object so heavily associated with him, but that's not all. We see Nai play the piano in his first appearance, we see him play the piano in ep9 when he's missing Vash, and he plays the piano before his first confrontation with Vash in Jenora rock in ep3, and before his final confrontation with Vash in ep10 (videos linked here since tumblr only let's you add 1 video per post)

The piano is one of Nai's defining symbols, similar to how geraniums are Rem's. But it's more than that, it connects the twins, Because everytime Nai is playing the piano Vash is brought up too, either in the same physical space as the piano and Nai, or in Nai's mind.

Nai, pianos and Vash are always brought up in union. Which makes the implications of the final scene so loud and obvious, the story has been training us (like pavlov's dog) to associate the piano with the twins, not just Nai.

Everything we see has been carefully measured and decided. Which is why all that has led up to Vash's final scene reinforces the implication that Vash is thinking about Nai. Weakly reaching out to him, to their shared connection.

And it speaks volumes about how Vash is feeling, what he's thinking, who he's missing. Especially when it could have gone a hundred other ways and still worked, but only this way tells us that Vash is thinking about Knives.

#Thank you for coming to my tedtalk where i point out the obvious in the longest way possible #i hope by now you know im on a mission to dissect every single frame of tristamp #Also plantcest is real antis get fucked #plantcest #trigun stampede #trigun #vash the stampede #vash #kni #nai #trigun thoughts

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gagmewitha-spork · 1 year

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Flirt (Klara Bühl x reader)

Warnings: angst. also it’s vvvvvvv long.

Description: Klara has the feels for reader but reader is a flirt and there’s lots of miscommunication.

Notes: requested about 3 months ago, like I started this at the start of november. I think I kinda strayed from the original request a little bit… but hopefully the length makes up for that and the time I took to write it :)

“reader joins bayern after the euros and is English and joins bayern from Chelsea and they get close and develop a crush on each other and they ask each other out in the end”

Word Count: 5117

Your move from Chelsea to Bayern Munich was big, one of the biggest signings of the year in fact. It was no Keira Walsh to Barca level move, but the German club had paid a considerable amount of money to buy out the last year of your contract with Chelsea, and the blues had clung onto you right until the last minute. But in the end, they had respected your wishes to move, understanding that it was what was best for you.

Being at Chelsea was great, you had grown up there, having come up through the academy system at the club, but you needed to play somewhere you could guarantee you would get consistent minutes and a frequent starting position, and with the sheer amount of defensive talent, and just talent in general at Chelsea, it was difficult to get the minutes you were looking for.

You’d had an incredible summer with the lionesses, coming in as a one of the ‘super-subs’ at around the 60th minute every game, taking over from Rachel Daly as LB. You had quickly been recognised as one of the best young players at the tournament and had made a bit of a name for yourself, working high up the pitch on the left wing, sending in crosses that had resulted in quite the number of assists to your name. Your pace and endurance also meant that you could cover a lot of ground and sit high up on the wings while still being able to get back down the pitch into a defensive position when needed, which had come in handy in a few games, especially against the likes of Spain and Germany.

You had now been in the Bavarian capital for around 5 months and had settled in well. Having Georgia there with you made everything a lot easier, plus having had a few German lessons from Pernille before leaving London made things much easier too. You definitely wouldn’t claim you were anywhere near being fluent, but she had taught you most of the basics, including several phrases she had insisted you would be likely to hear on the pitch or during training, and your lessons with the teacher provided by the club were going well.

Both you and Georgia had quickly made friends with the a few of the Germans, most specifically Lina Magull, Sydney Lohman and Klara Bühl. The five of you had become known among the squad for being loud and always laughing about something, though if you were to have a say, you’d put most of it on Lina, Syd and Georgia. The three of them together were a bunch idiots, while yourself and Klara enjoyed sitting back and enjoying the free comedy show they put on, occasionally chiming in to fuel the fire when they would briefly die down.

Your relationship with Klara had gradually become less friendly and more flirty as the months had gone by. You generally had quite a flirty personality anyway, and had developed a bit of a reputation. Fans would often post edits of you on twitter flirting with refs and players, both on your own team and others. You were charming, but Klara had seen the edits, and was well aware of your reputation, so no matter how much her heart would flutter every time you sent a flirty remark or wink her way, her head told her you did it with everyone so it didn’t mean anything.

The way you were looking at her now though, almost made her weak at the knees.

The team were stood in the middle of the Allianz doing a pitch inspection, and you had just joined everyone in the centre circle after having done your usual ritual of speaking to the grass and asking it to be nice to you and your teammates for todays game.

You now stood opposite Klara in the circle, you had caught her looking your way and had immediately sent her one of your signature smirks. Going against everything her body was telling her to do, she managed to maintain some eye contact with you, and as a result she saw a seemingly impressed look cross your face before you broke the eye contact at your name being called.

You looked over your shoulder and instantly a bright grin broke out on your face, a grin that made Klara follow your eye line to find the source of your sudden happiness. Her eyes landed on a group of Barcelona players, but as you left the circle of your teammates and made your way towards them, she was surprised to see that it wasn’t either of your England teammates, Keira Walsh or Lucy Bronze, who you leapt into the arms of. Instead it was Mariona Caldentey, a Spanish player.

A frown formed on Klara’s face as she watched you interact with the Spaniard, your usual flirty demeanour evident to her even from this far away. How did you even know any of the Spanish players, she thought to herself.

Right on cue, two more joined the pair of you. It was Patri Guijarro and Claudia Pina. You hugged them both in greeting, but instead of separating from the youngest of the three like you had the others, you stayed with your arms wrapped around the smaller girls shoulders from behind. You pulled her close into your front, kissing her cheek and saying something into her ear that made her giggle. Klara couldn’t bring herself to take hers eyes off of you. Her heart was thundering in her chest, and she was reminded for the umpteenth time that when you flirted with her, it was no different to you than from when you flirted with anyone else.

“How does y/n know the Barca players?”, Klara suddenly found herself asking Syd. Her German teammate only shrugged her shoulders in response.

Klara kept watching you, how you interacted with Mariona and Patri, and especially how you kept Claudia close, the four of you laughing at whatever you were talking about. Her mind reeled with potential reasons as to why or how you might know any of them. She couldn’t come up with one.

In the end, as you separated yourself from the opposition players, placing another kiss to Claudia’s cheek as you did, and everyone started making their way back into the dressing rooms, Klara concluded several things. 1. She was definitely falling for you. Why else would seeing you interact with another girl like that affect her this much? 2. She was too far gone to stop now, and 3. You were clearly in some kind of relationship with the young Barca forward. Which sucked given her other two revelations.

She masterfully avoided you for the majority of warm ups, and sat beside Georgia during half time. You didn’t seem to notice the lack of her presence by your side. Which only caused her heart to shatter further. She may have avoided you but that didn’t mean she didn’t watch.

You had a lot of habits, and doing an obscene amount of stretching during half time was one of them. In the past she had teased you for it, saying you did it on purpose to show off. Now all she could do was watch and hate the fact that she’d seemingly missed her chance with you. Not that she ever really had one anyway. Why would you choose her over the beautifully tanned perfection of an up and coming Spanish superstar?

Soon enough the team was making their way back out onto the pitch and the second half was under way.

The game ended with Bayern winning, and the team celebrated almost like they had just won the whole competition. Barcelona were a tough side, but Bayern had been the better team and the result showed that.

Klara felt a weight jump on her back as she walked around the side of the pitch with everyone. Without needing to look back she knew it was you, the abundance of intricately linked tattoos on your arms was a dead giveaway, and she wouldn’t admit it, but she had practically memorised the feel of your body pressed against her own.

“Wir sind die meister!”, you shouted in her ear, she laughed, the pronunciation was off, but it was close enough, “we should celebrate”, you continued, remaining on her back, your arms, and now legs too, wrapped around her as she carried you, still applauding the fans as she walked.

“Is that not what we’re doing?”, she questioned you, laughing again at your excited demeanour.

“Nein!”, you shout, a bit too loud for how close you were to her ear, “I mean celebrate properly”, you insist, “go out, eat great food, have a few drinks, it’s almost Christmas anyway”.

“We have a game in three days y/n”, Klara points out.

“I didn’t say anything about alcohol”, you defended, “we’ll save that for the end of year party”, you said, and jumped off of her back, but not before planting a kiss on her cheek. Klara felt a warmth instantly start creeping it’s way up her neck, but thankfully you were too distracted to realise.

The two of you continued your lap around the pitch, your arm stayed slung over Klara’s shoulder for as long as possible, only leaving her side a few times to sign shirts or take photos with a few fans. But you came straight back to her side every time.

So much for avoiding you, Klara thought to herself. The bead of hope that had found a home in her heart was growing again, much to her dismay, but maybe you did like her back…

She shook her head, deciding to just be in the moment instead of overthinking every little thing you did. For now at least.

After about half an hour the team gradually started making their way back inside the dressing rooms. You had disappeared inside a little earlier than Klara, so were already finished showering by the time she got in. She had just finished getting out of her match kit and was about to head to the showers when you caught her arm.

“So we’re going for food tonight right?”, you asked her.

“Oh yeah sure, who else is coming”, she asked, assuming there would be a group of you going.

“Just us”, you replied simply. She failed to keep the slight look of shock off her face, but ended up getting it together and sending you a smile.

“Okay, cool”, she said calmly, though on the inside, she was freaking out.

You let go of the light grip you had in her arm and she made her way into the showers, taking a moment once she was out of sight of everyone to let out some of her internal excitement, before getting on with her shower.

About ten minutes later she emerged from the showers to find you were no longer in the dressing room. She didn’t think too much of it, assuming you were probably just with the physio or something.

“Did y/n say how long she’d be?”, she asked a few of the girls who were still sat around getting ready to leave.

Most of the just shrugged in response, but Lea, with a careful look on her face, spoke.

“She didn’t say, but someone knocked on the door asking for her, I think it was one was the Barca players”, she informed Klara.

Klara’s heart dropped at the information, but she reminded herself that you had asked her to go to dinner, so she relaxed slightly. You were probably just catching up with your friends. She must remember to ask you how you know them, she reminds herself.

She leaves the locker room thinking you’d probably just be out in the hallway somewhere chatting. But when she finds you, well, chatting is definitely not what she’d call it.

She rounds a corner in the hallway, and that’s where she finds you, with Claudia pressed between yourself and the wall, your lips locked together.

You pull away at the sound of Klara’s gasp, a sound she had not made voluntarily, and glance over your shoulder towards her.

She turns and runs back towards the dressing room before you get a chance to say anything, but decides against re-entering a room where a bunch of her friends would be sat, knowing they would know something was up straight away. She really didn’t want to talk about it, all she wanted to do, was go home, and soothe her broken heart.

How could she be so stupid, she thought to herself, she could tell there was something going on between you and the Spaniard when she’d seen you interact before the game. Her stupid heart had gone and gotten its hopes up anyway.

“Klara!”, she suddenly hears you call, “Klara wait”, you say as you catch up to her. In her shock she apparently hadn’t made it anywhere near as far as she’d hoped, “please don’t tell anyone”, you beg, she just stares back at you, still shocked and now a little confused, “it’s not serious, we’re just having fun, but I’d prefer it if none of the team knew, you know?”, god you were so fucking oblivious it was infuriating.

“Fick dich”, she shoves you backwards.

“What?”, you asked, now it’s your turn to be confused. She was angry, over what you weren’t sure, but you were certain you were about to find out.

“Fuck you”, she said in English this time, like you hadn’t understood what she’d said the first time. She shoved you again too and you held your hands up, staying far enough from her that she wouldn’t be able to do it again.

“Ich kann nicht glauben dass ich dachte du magst mich”, she said, mostly to herself.

“Klara I can’t understand you”, you pleaded with her.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about how you’re fucking a Barcelona player”, she spits at you, the venom of her words almost paralysing you.

She goes to move past you, intending to leave, but you grasp her arm, pulling her to a stop.

“Klara, what is going on?”, you beg for her to explain what’s caused her anger to be directed towards you. She doesn’t answer, instead just scoffing and pulling her arm out of your grasp.

“Why are you mad?”, you push, getting annoyed yourself now. She has no right to be mad about this, it wasn’t affecting her, “why are you so pissed about what I do with my sex life? It has nothing to do with you”.

“Well it does now I have to keep your dirty fucking secrets”.

“Is that really what you’re pissed about?”, you exclaim, exasperated, “that I asked you not to tell anyone?”, you’re in shock, “Jesus fucking Christ Klara if I knew it’d be such a problem I wouldn’t have asked, I just thought you’d be a good friend and not go gossiping about my personal life”.

“Fuck you”, she repeats, and it only pisses you off more.

“No, fuck you, if you care so much I’ll just tell everyone myself”, you finish before storming into the locker room where most of the team still sat, “hey guys, Klara seems to think that keeping a secret for a friend is too much of a tough ask for her so I just thought I’d tell you before she does”, you start, gaining the attention of everyone, “I’ve been hooking up with Claudia Pina for while now, it’s nothing serious, but it’s good fun and she’s really fucking good in bed so yeah”, you shrug, turning back to see Klara stood in the doorway behind you, a shocked expression on her face, “happy now?”, you ask sarcastically.

She doesn’t respond, but lets you push past her back into the hallway and god knows where after that.

The whole team stare at her in shock. She feels a lot of things. Embarrassed. Angry. Heartbroken. She wishes the ground would open up and suck her down into it.

She doesn’t see you until you show up to recovery training the next day, barely on time. You look tired, your jaw is set and you don’t make eye contact or speak to anyone while you change, before heading out to the training pitch straight away.

Klara sees a few of her teammates look her way after watching you leave, but she just looks away from them.

Days go by in exactly the same way, you barely talk to anyone, especially not Klara, and you avoid any invitations to hang out in your free time, masterfully really, considering you live in a shared apartment with Georgia.

You play the final league game of the year with a new found fire, and the following two champions league games are the same.

It’s now the day before your flight home to England, and as much as you wanted to, you just couldn’t get out of going to the end of year team party.

You got ready before climbing into the back of a taxi alongside Georgia. She hadn’t asked you about what had happened at the Barca game, as much as she wanted to. But, being your roommate, she was well aware that you had failed to return home that night, and considering what you had revealed before storming out of the locker room, she didn’t need to guess where you were.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could now see her, trying to avoid getting caught looking at you.

“G”, you turn to her, causing her to look away quickly, acting like she hadn’t just been watching you intently, “whatever you want to say, just get on with it, the staring is getting creepy”.

“What happened between you and Klara?”, she blurts out.

You roll your eyes, you supposed you would have to tell someone eventually, you just didn’t think the back of a taxi would be the place.

“She caught me and Claudia, in the hallway”, you started explaining, “I asked her not to tell anyone, I just didn’t want everyone gossiping about it”, you continued, “but she freaked out at me, said some shit in german when I asked her to explain what was going on, which I obviously didn’t understand, and then basically informed me she was a shitty friend and wouldn’t keep a secret for me”, you took a breath in an attempt to get your growing anger back under control, “so I told everyone myself and then went and had some mind blowing sex”.

“Okay”, Georgia trailed off, thinking over what she had just heard, “I can’t see Klara doing something like that”.

“Well it happened so believe it”, you stated bitterly, “I knew I should have just gone to Spain or France instead”, you muttered, mostly to yourself but it was loud enough for Georgia to hear.

“Hey no”, Georgia starts, grabbing your hand, “don’t let this make you think like that, you’re playing well, getting minutes, you just need a break, go home, chill out, forget all this and in January when we go to Mexico everything will be better”.

“You don’t know that”, you say dejectedly, “I though she was my friend, I just don’t understand why she reacted like that, but either way I don’t know how long I can go playing on the same team as her if it’s always going to be like this now”.

“Maybe you should talk to her”, she suggests, “now you’ve had some time to cool off, y/n she watches you like you hung the stars in the sky, I think you should maybe hear what she has to say”.

“If she wants to apologise she can approach me herself”, you say bluntly, getting out of the back of the taxi, as it had arrived at the hotel restaurant the team had hired out for the evening, before Georgia could say anything further.

She sighs to herself as she watches you make you way inside, then thanks the taxi driver before following after you.

Once inside you realise that most of the team is already here, so you make your way to the bar to get a drink. Georgia joins you pretty quickly and you order drinks for the two of you.

You spend a short while mingling with a few of your teammates, you had yet to see Klara and Syd so assumed they had yet to arrive. If you were honest you were quite thankful for this as it meant you could spend some time talking to everyone before you inevitably spent the rest of the evening avoiding standing within a 5 metre radius of Klara.

It was about 20 minutes after you arrived that you heard people greeting both Syd and Klara as they entered. You couldn’t help but glance over towards them and when you did, you were thankful that Klara was too occupied with greetings to look back in your direction.

A wave of sadness passed over you as you looked at her. A sadness for the loss of a friendship you had grown to treasure over the months you had been in the city. And it was a sadness which masked the anger you still felt for what had happened.

Your gaze was pulled away from her by a notification on your phone. It was Claudia. You had told her everything that had gone down with Klara, and she’d been on your side throughout, because aside from being your occasional hookup, she was definitely one of your closest friends above anything else.

You’d met the Spanish players around a year and a half ago, through Erin Cuthbert, one of your best friends from Chelsea. She had dragged you on a trip to Spain during the summer, where you had met her girlfriend Mariona, and subsequently her friends Mapi and Ingrid. You weren’t aware you were being dragged on holiday to be a fifth wheel, so when you had also met up with a few of the other Barcelona players, and Claudia happened to be the only other single person there… it was inevitable really.

Barcelona were also having their end of year party tonight, so Claudia had sent you a picture of herself and Patri, along with a message telling you to have a good night and just ignore Klara. You messaged her back telling her the same thing (minus the ignore Klara part obviously) and said you’d give her a call tomorrow to fill her in on the nights events.

As you put your phone away you look up and immediately find yourself locked into uncomfortable eye contact with Klara. It’s like she knew you were texting Claudia. You looked away and internally rolled your eyes, she had no right to care about who you were or were not texting.

The night went on very much the same, you would occasionally find yourself making eye contact with Klara across the room, but you never found yourself in the same vicinity as her. If you had paid more attention you would have noticed that she was watching you, waiting for the perfect time to catch you.

She had spent the last week or so planning what to say in her apology. She knew it needed to include an explanation, she was just terrified to admit the reason she had reacted the way she did was because she liked you. You evidently didn’t feel the same way, that much was obvious to her, but she knew you deserved the truth, especially if she wanted a chance at rekindling some kind of friendship with you.

She was also scared that if she told you the truth, you may no longer want to be friends with her anyway, that you’d find it too weird. In the end she hadn’t really decided on what she was going to say, hoping that in the moment the right words would come to her. She knew she needed to say something tonight, you were going home tomorrow and she wouldn’t see you until January, and she couldn’t bare to have to spend the holidays with the situation unresolved.

So she had been watching you all night, waiting for the perfect time to catch you, and as you finished a conversation with Maxi and Linda and headed towards the toilets, she took her opportunity to follow.

Some people might say it’s a bit creepy to wait right outside a toilet stall for someone, but she knew she’d need to take you by surprise if she was going to convince you to talk to her.

You stepped out and saw her immediately, she had been waiting leant back against the sinks directly opposite the stalls and stood up straight as you emerged.

Neither of you said anything as you stepped up and washed your hands, but she turned and watched you the entire time, you could feel her gaze piercing the side of your head as she did. You moved to dry your hands, all without saying a word.

It’s like the words were stuck in her throat, she couldn’t get them any further up, which left her staring at you like an idiot. She wanted to smack herself around the face in an attempt to knock herself out of whatever trance she’d fallen into, but she was rooted in place.

You were moving slow, like you were giving her a chance to spit something out, anything, but still she couldn’t think of what to say. Now she really wished she’d rehearse exactly what she wanted to say, because as it turns out, in the moment, she was frozen.

You move towards the door, but before pulling it open you pause, a last chance for Klara to say what she followed you in here to say.

When she doesn’t, you start to pull at the door.

“Wait!”, Klara immediately exclaims, out of instinct more than anything. You stop at her request and turn back to face her, folding your arms over your chest, “I um..”, she trails off, “I’m sorry”.

You don’t reply, she’s going to need to say more than that if she wants to be forgiven.

She breaths out heavily and starts pacing, rubbing her temples. A puzzled frown forms on your face as you watch, you were honestly expecting either more arguing or more pleading, you weren’t sure what to call this.

“Okay”, she starts, “Ich werde es einfach sagen”, she says in German, your frown deepens as you don’t really understand what she��s saying, “I like you”, your eyes widen slightly at what she might be implying, “like really like you, and I thought you liked me too, but obviously you don’t, which is totally fine”, she fills in quickly, “I just, yeah, I thought you did, then I saw you with Pina and I was totally heartbroken and I guess probably jealous and I shouldn’t have reacted that way and I’m really sorry”, she finishes, or so you thought, “and I would really like to still be friends with you but I totally understand if that’s not what you want, if you think it’s too weird or whatever”, she actually finishes this time, now standing awkwardly in front of you, her hand rubbing over the back of her neck as you stare at her.

She couldn’t even start to figure out what the look on your face meant. It was sort of a half frown, half shocked look.

I takes you a second but eventually you speak, “I thought you were straight”, is all you say, your tone as unreadable as your face.

“Oh, um, I mean, I used to have a boyfriend, but I’ve dated girls before…”, she trails off, not feeling the need to explain any further.

“If I’d known”, you say, “sorry I assumed”, you apologise.

“No it’s fine, there was no way you could have known”, she justifies for you.

“No, I shouldn’t have assumed”, you repeated, “if I’d known, god I would have done everything so differently”.

The atmosphere shifts at what you say, and the bead of hope that had always been present within Klara starts to grow once again.

“What would”, she clears her throat, “what would you have done differently?”, she asks you.

“I would have made it all mean something, I would have”, you throw your hands up.

Before you can continue Klara lunges forwards, grasping your face between her hands and planting her lips against yours.

It’s takes a second for you to release what’s happening before you pull her flush against your body by the hips and start kissing her back.

Your lips moves perfectly against each others. Klara’s are soft, but her kiss is hard, fuelled by a desperation you can tell she’s been holding onto for a while.

After a few seconds you pull away, “yeah I probably would have done that a long time ago”, you state, before pulling her back in again.

This time the kiss is softer, sweeter, you both know it won’t be your last.

Klara is the one to pull away this time, “will you go in a date with me?”, she asks, a hopeful tone to her voice.

“Yeah, I would like that”, you reply, and place one last kiss to her lips, “we should go now”.

“Now?”, Klara questions, a little shocked.

“Yeah I mean, I’m going home tomorrow, I don’t want to have to wait until the new year”, you tell her your logic.

“What about”, she pauses, “I mean don’t you need to, you know, probably talk to Pina”.

“I told you it was casual, she’s just a friend”, you insist, she doesn’t believe you, you can tell by the look on her face, “don’t worry about it, she’s got something going on with someone back in Spain anyway, she won’t care, she’s been looking for an excuse to tell me we needed to stop for ages”, you explain, “I’ll call her tomorrow”.

“Okay”, she smiles.

“Okay”, you repeat, and then grasp her hand in yours.

The two of you manage to sneak out of the team party with nobody noticing you.

A little while later Georgia texts you though, asking if you were okay, and if by the off chance you had seen Klara, who had also mysteriously disappeared from the party.

You replied telling her you’d explain on the plane home, but that she didn’t need to worry about you and Klara trying to kill each other anymore.

You didn’t look at her reply, but you would have rolled your eyes at her claim that she was responsible for setting the two of you up.

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materializes on your blog's metaphorical doorstep hi lina :DD

can i get a uhhhh hanji best friends idiots to lovers au (where he thinks they've been dating for a while and get confused when mc confesses) ??

alright thanks lina :DD

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to the person living in my walls: please get out of there. it's really cold. at least let me give you a blanket. or accept this idiots to lovers au as a way to get warm idk it's so stupid and fluffy and everyone is an idiot so maybe it'll warm you up idk I'm rambling hope you enjoy

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Title: Expectations, Complications

Pairing: Jisung x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 2.1k

Genre: fluff, a pinch of angst, best friends to lovers, university!au

Warnings: cursing

The minute Jisung hits play, you know you're fucked.

Okay, no. Backtrack. Rewind. That's not where it starts—it's not even close.

It starts in high school. Senior year, prom. No one asked you out, and no one asked Jisung, so you went with a crowd of your friends and their dates. You drank. You danced. You screamed and laughed and cried at the afterparty, and you ended up on the roof of the party house at four in the morning, drunk and giggly and Jisung's head on your shoulder.

Still one of the best nights of your life, no contest. But it was in one of those moments, when you mumbled something incoherent and Jisung just giggled in response (before the two of you stumbled home together and spent the next morning nursing ridiculous hangovers in your respective houses), that you realized—that Jisung wasn't a friend. Not in the way you'd thought before, at least. That he was something else, something different, a friend and a thousand other things rolled into one—that you were fucked as hell for letting this happen.

But no. Maybe not. Maybe it wasn't then. Not senior year, not prom, but when you finally got your driver's license in sophomore year and drove Jisung out to get boba at your favorite place for the first time. No need to ask a friend for a ride, no need to beg your parents to take you to get your stupid boba fix for the week. Just you, your parents' shittiest car, and Jisung in the passenger seat rolling down the familiar roads to the tiny little cafe, and then sweet drinks in hand with tapioca pearls chewy between your teeth as you watched Jisung laugh loud and hard, his eyes squinted against the afternoon sun. You didn't know, not then, but you did know. Somehow. You didn't but you did, and the image is burned into your mind and it's never once gone away. It never will. And that's how you know you're fucked.

Except—it might not have been then. It could've been middle school, maybe. When someone kicked a soccer ball into your face and Jisung held your hand all the way to the tiny school clinic despite the fact that all middle schoolers thought holding hands was weird and gross. Or it could've been the summer before when you ran to the park together and jumped on the swings, rising higher, higher, higher into the air as the sun burned golden in the sky. Or maybe after the two week long fight you had (the longest one you've ever had, and you don't even remember what it was about) when you couldn't stand it anymore and decided to walk over to Jisung's house to apologize, only to swing open the door and find him on your doorstep first.

It could have been anything. A thousand and one moments in time, spread out over the years that have passed. Elementary school, middle school, high school, your first years of college—boba stores, the mall in your hometown, the neighborhood park—it could have been anything. Any combination. But see, the point is—

It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter. None of it does. Not the exact day you knew, not the immediate second you realized, not the sheer length of time during which you've loved your best friend. Because you couldn't give an answer if someone asked, not to a single one of those questions, because with you, it's always been him. He's your beginning, your end. Your start, your finish. Everything you've ever known and wanted, everything you'll ever need.

And so when Jisung hits play and the song he wrote for you begins playing through the headphones you bought him for his last birthday, you know. You've known all along, distantly, but now—

You know well and truly for certain that you are incredibly, irrevocably fucked.

. . . . . There are tears in your eyes when the song finally ends and for a moment, Jisung's heart stops. Tears—what are they for? Happiness? Sadness? He didn't quite think that this song was—sad, per se, but maybe it was sadder than he thought, or too much too fast because after all you've only been dating for four weeks and five days—barely over a month—and god-fucking-damn-it now he's on the verge of hyperventilating because holy shit what if he just made the biggest mistake of his stupid twenty one years of life—

"I'm so sorry," he gasps out.

You turn around in the chair to face him but he can't meet your eyes. "I'm sorry, it was probably such a shitty song, or like I shouldn't have let you hear it now—it's too early and you probably weren't ready I'm so so so so sorry—"

"No!"

The sheer volume of that single word ends his rambling. Which is pretty impressive given that when Jisung is nervous, he tends to talk. And talk and talk and talk. Which is—bad. At least now. Because you're taking a deep breath, way too deep for you to be saying anything good in the next beat, but all Jisung can do now is hold his own breath and pray.

Dear God, if you can hear me, I know I haven't been the best when it comes to believing in you and I'm still mad you didn't hear my prayers last semester right before my Calc II final, but if I've done even a single good thing in my life please don't make it so that I messed this up, not when it's barely been a month since I started dating Y/N.

"Jisung, I..." You take the headphones off, placing them carefully on the desk. Your fingers twist in your lap, a familiar nervous habit of yours that doesn't do much to quell the anxiety building in his throat.

When you don't continue, Jisung opens his mouth. He can't help it. He needs to say something, anything, apologize again and pray that you'll help him forget this ever happened—

"I'm so sorry," you blurt out.

Jisung's heart drops. Shatters on the ground. I'm so sorry. He messed up, he messed up so bad—

"I'm sorry," you repeat, and your eyes are so shiny with tears it hurts. "I—I can't do this anymore."

He tries to speak. To move. Salvage something of this relationship. But nothing happens. Every muscle in him has frozen.

"Jisung, I—" The tears start to spill. "I'm so sorry. I can't do this. I love you, I love you so much and I—it's not just as a friend—"

Wait.

What?

"The song was beautiful." You're properly sobbing now, hands harshly wiping the tears from your eyes as you hunch over in the chair while Jisung still can't move. "Brilliant and lovely and I just—I can't. Because I know you just think we're friends—"

What the fuck.

"—but I can't keep it in anymore, I can't keep just thinking of you as a friend because I love you, I've been in love with you for so long it hurts, and I—I won't be able to stand it if this song was just about our friendship because I—it would hurt too much—"

"Y/N."

Jisung's mouth moves without his brain telling it to. And to his surprise, you stop talking. He hadn't thought he'd quite spoken loud enough for you to hear.

"I—Y/N." All the fear that's been building up since the start of your spiel melts away into pure confusion because—what the fuck? The two of you have been dating for a month now, four weeks and five days—he asked you to dinner and said "it's a date" and you didn't disagree, just smiled so widely and nodded—and he held your hand and you talked for hours and then he walked you to your dorm and—

"Haven't we been dating for a month already?"

You blink. Once. Twice. Three times. Silence stretches for a moment that seems way longer than just a moment, and then you finally open your mouth and utter a single word.

"What?"

Oh, fuck. Now he's panicking. "I—I asked you out, right, like for dinner? A month ago? And then I said 'it's a date' and I—you said yes, I think if I haven't been hallucinating this whole time, and we got dinner and it was a date and then we kept going out—like to the amusement park last week? Just us? Were they—" And now for all his rambling a couple seconds ago, his voice dwindles to a whisper because his throat suddenly hurts and he's not going to be able to stand it if you say no—

"Were they not dates?"

Your mouth opens and closes. At least you've stopped crying, Jisung thinks helplessly.

"I—I thought you meant that as a joke." Your voice is barely a whisper, hoarse and confused and god fucking damn it, Jisung really wants to hug you right now. "I thought—I mean, we get dinner together all the time, we do all these things together, I thought you were just being…normal?"

Oh dear.

Oh fucking dear.

"But it was just us two!" Jisung bursts out. You flinch. Oh, shit. Too loud. "Sorry," he apologizes, hunching into his shoulders. "But—I—it was just us two, all these times. Right?"

You blink about a million times again. "…Right."

"I meant them to be dates," Jisung says miserably. God, he's such a fuck up—how did he fail at asking you out this badly?

You swallow. Your throat bobs once, twice, a third time. "So we've been dating…this whole time?"

Jisung cringes. "I thought we were."

"Oh." You cringe too now, eyes riveted to your fingers twisting tightly in your lap. "Wow. I'm so stupid."

"No, I am." Jisung squeezes his eyes shut, then forces them open again. "Sorry. I should've been clearer—I mean, uh, assuming you still want to date, it's totally okay if you don't I guess—"

"No!"

Jisung freezes. No as in what? You don't want to date? You want to date? He shouldn't have been clearer? What—

"No," you repeat, voice softer now. "I—I really want to date you, Jisung. I really do." Your words are trembling but this time your gaze is steady. "I really, really want to. I'm just—I'm sorry I didn't realize it when you asked the first time."

Jisung laughs nervously. Scratches the back of his neck. "Well, uh, I probably could've asked better. More directly." He cringes. God, he's such a fucking embarrassment. "Sorry."

"It's not your fault I'm dense." You give him a little sheepish smile and Jisung nearly faints, it's so good to see a smile on your face after he just made you cry with a song. "Does that mean…this song…"

Ah. Yeah. "That was a song about you," Jisung says quietly. His ears are probably so, so red. "About how I…I really love you."

In your seat, you remain still for one moment, then two. Then, just as Jisung's about to start screaming out loud instead of just in his head because what if that was too much too soon too, you launch yourself off the chair and into his arms.

"Oof."

"Sorry." Your lips move against his shoulder as his arms automatically slide around your waist, pulling you closer as he always has—since the day so many years ago when you decided to be best friends on the playground and sealed it with a hug. "I love you. A lot. And—" You take a deep breath, shaky in your throat but not with tears this time, just a little bit of a laugh. "I'm sorry I'm so stupid."

Slowly, slowly, Jisung's hand rises up your back. Comes to stop behind your head, holding you as close to him as he can.

"It's okay," he murmurs, a smile finally beginning to curve his own lips. I love you so much. "And, uh. Don't worry." He cringes into you, but it doesn't feel so bad now. Not when he's pressed against your warmth this time and can feel your smile against his shoulder. "I'm a little stupid, too."

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