#danis writing

YN stood at the door to the Pulisic household, unsure of how to go about this. When they were younger she could just walk into the house, but it had been almost five years since they had really seen her. Would they welcome her back in? What if they hated her because of what Christian told them? What did Christian tell them?

She took a deep breath, ringing the doorbell while she let it out. It only took a couple seconds before the door opened, revealing Mrs. Pulisic, or Kelly as she liked to be called.

“YN!” she cooed, bringing her in for a very tight hug. “It’s been too long!” YN smiled in the hug, wrapping her arms around the older woman. She pulled out of the hug, putting her arms on YN’s shoulders to stare at her. “Oh, goodness, please come in.” She said as she pulled her in for a quick hug again.

YN laughed, hugging her again and accepting the arm around her shoulders as she was ushered in the house. “How is everything here?”

“Everything’s good, glad to have Chris home for a little bit before he’s off to another US tournament.” YN nodded, albeit a little stiffly at the mention of Christian. Sure, they had been talking for the last 24 hours, but things were still awkward. “He’s just up in his room, moving some stuff around I assume, you know how he is.” YN smiled at the woman, knowing that Christian had found something wrong in his room since the last time he was home. 

YN walked up the steps, making her way through the hall to Christian’s room. She stood in the doorway, watching as he shuffled through the things in his room. A small smile was on her lips. She knocked on the open door, gathering his attention. 

His eyes shot to the door at the sound, immediately landing on his best friend. She wasn’t much different than the last time he saw her, hair was lighter than he remembered and a different length, but she still looked like his best friend. He smiled at her, which she returned slowly.

He rolled his eyes and she laughed, leaving her spot at the door to walk closer to him and hug him.

It was a tight hug, one that poured out all the sadness of not being close over the last few years. “God, I missed you,” she whispered into his neck, wrapping her arms tighter around his body.

“Me too,” he whispered back, rocking their bodies back and forth. They pulled away so they could look at each other’s faces. Christian opened his mouth to talk, but YN beat him to it.

“So how about that coffee?” He smiled tightly, something that didn’t go unnoticed by YN, but she didn’t want to hear him say what she thought he was going to say.

They went to grab coffee and to the park, sitting under a tree as they looked out to the soccer fields. “I’m sorry,” Christian finally blurted after sitting in silence. YN didn’t look over at him, instead keeping her focus on the grass she had been picked at. “Please, YN, please look at me.”

She looked up at him, still not saying anything. “I’m sorry I let Maggie get in the way of us.”

She laughed causing Christian to be confused. “Christian, Maggie didn’t get in the middle of us. I got in the middle of us. I let my feelings for you ruin our friendship and then just stopped trying to make up for it.”

He shook his head no, stopping YN from talking. “I went after Maggie because I,” he paused, getting ready to reveal his own life in Europe. “Well, because I gave up on thinking there was any future of us.”

“What?” YN questioned.

“Let me talk please, you did all the talking five years ago, it’s my turn.” YN shut her mouth, ready for his own speech. “Before I left for Dortmund I had a huge crush on you, but as life moved on, I thought nothing would happen between us. I convinced myself I was over you, that I could be just friends with you, but I needed to make it really happen. Maggie came along and she was great, she was like a breath of fresh air. I really did like her."

"Chris, I don't want to hear about you loving this girl and her breaking your heart," YN moaned. 

"No," he stopped her from moving away. "That's not what this is, but I want to be honest with you. I did like her, and we stopped talking like we normally did, so she filled what you left." YN looked away from him, feeling very guilty. "But then we came here and you revealed your feelings and then you left. And things were never the same between me and Maggie. It started with me wanting to tell you something that happened in training, but I couldn't. And then when she did something I thought about how you would have done it. How it would have been funnier or dumber but better and she started to notice. And then she broke up with me."

"Five years later?" she questioned. 

"She broke up with me three years ago."

"Oh, fuck."

"Yeah, probably would have known if you followed any tabloids," he joked.

"Didn't want to see something that made me sad, like a proposal or something." Christian 'oh'ed.

"I want to make things work between us," he said seriously, grabbing her hands and pulling her to look at him.

"Chris," she said sadly, but he wasn't deterred. 

"Seriously, I want to be with you. I missed you so much, you said you missed me. Do you still feel the same as before?"

She looked down at their hands. "You're my first love, Chris, you can't forget that, but-"

"No, buts. Let's go on a date, have things go back to how they were before." She looked up at him, seeing his hopeful face.

"When we were hiding our feelings for each other?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No, when we were best friends. But now we can tell each other everything. Please, I still love you." She gulped but nodded, taking her hands away from his and brought them up to his neck, pulling his head down to kiss him lightly on the lips.

"I want dinner at Friendly's with ice cream sundaes on the roof."

"Only the best for you," he smiled, taking her hand and bringing it up to kiss it with his eyes on her.

whelp, we’re really here at the end. this came about from an overwhelming amount of feels for christian mate pulisic and you guys all came along for the angsty ride. thank you for coming with me to this happy end. i really appreciate all the love and support that you guys gave me with this

YN didn’t do regrets.

She didn’t make decisions that she regretted.

At least until the morning, when she woke up in the bed that she had sworn never to return to. She regretted the moments that led up to that, the ones that she couldn’t quite put together through her hazy memory.

She remembered going to her friends apartment, watching the last episode of the Bachelor with her while drinking through the shenanigans. She remembered whining about the drama and drinking more. She remembered throwing a fit about Colton not jumping the fence again.

But how did she get drunk enough to make a decision that she would regret in the morning.

“Ugh,” YN moaned from her spot on the couch, catching the attention of her best friend who was scrolling through Netflix for something to watch. “I miss making out with boys.”

FN rolled her eyes at YN’s complaint. “Well, you did break up with Maximilian,” FN reminded her with a pointed look.

“Milli,” she corrected, adding a sip of wine after that. FN gave her a weird look at that, which YN ignored. “God, he gave the best massages. Ugh, and the way-”

“I’m gonna stop you before you say something I don’t want to hear.” YN pouted, huffing and looking back at the TV to see what FN had stopped on. “So you regret breaking up with him?” YN hadn’t really opened up about why she broke up with Maximillian.

“No,” YN answered with a slight slur. “It was the right thing to do. I’m like,” she gestured with her fingers to show a very little space between the pointer and thumb, “this sure.”

“That’s not a lot,” FN pointed out.

“Yeah, well. I miss him a shit ton.” YN suddenly had an idea, sitting up straight on the couch. “I’m gonna go,” she said as she stood up and walked over to the door where her coat and shoes were.

“What?” FN asked, getting up and followed her friend. “What are you doing?”

“I told you, I’m gonna go.”

“And do what?”

“Sleep?” YN answered vaguely. Not exactly what she was planning on doing, yet.

“Are you sure, you’re pretty tipsy,” FN pointed out as YN struggled pulling on her sneakers.

“Yeah, I’ll call an UBER.” YN gave her friend a reassuring smile before pulling on her coat and leaving the apartment, opening the UBER app and typing in the familiar address.

It was only a minute wait before her car pulled up and she got in. She confirmed the address with the driver, a feeling of giddy excitement bubbling up in her stomach. Or maybe it was just the wine.

They pulled up to the fancier apartment building, the doorman still standing there as it wasn’t too late at night.

YN got out of the car with a parting thank you to the driver. She walked over to the doorman, sending him a friendly smile. “I haven’t seen you in a while, Ms. LN,” he said to her with a kind smile.

There was a small bubble of guilt in her gut as she shrugged to him. “Sorry I haven’t been around as much.”

“It’s okay, Ms. LN. It was good to see you.” He let her in the door and YN went to the elevators, pushing the up button.

The doors opened quickly and she walked in, pushing the number 5 and waiting for the doors to close before they went up.

They shut slowly, almost taunting a sober YN who was screaming inside her head, knowing that she would regret this in the morning.

No you won’t, said a little voice in her head. It seemed her normal conscious took a break and gave her a replacement that wasn’t used to the job.

The doors opened to the fifth floor and YN walked the same route to the black door of Maximilian Philipp’s apartment. She knocked on the door, starting to feel the nerves that the alcohol had suppressed.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered when she really thought about where she was. “Oh, no. Oh no, no, no,” she repeated. Eyes widening at the door. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck, fuck.” She was about to turn around and run away when the door opened and Milli stared at her.

YN groaned, rolling over in the bed to look at the nightstand where a glass of water and some aspirin stood. She rolled her eyes at the water but took it anyway, drinking it quickly to get rid of the dryness in her mouth. She ignored the aspirin, not thinking she needed it.

Suddenly the door opened and Milli entered in his pajamas, which meant joggers and no shirt. She stared at him, wishing that she could disappear. Go back in time and take back the night of drinking and watching the Bachelor.

“Uh,” he said, staring at her with a weird look in his eyes. “I just came to grab a shirt.” YN nodded as he gestured to his dresser, where he had plenty of t-shirts. He walked over and grabbed one in the middle drawer, pulling it on while YN stared at his back.

“Do you want breakfast?” he asked, turning around to look at her. She didn’t answer, still staring at him with an open mouth. He smiled awkwardly, walking back over to the door. “C’mon, I’ll make you some eggs.”

She nodded silently, following him down the hallway to his kitchen and living area. “You don’t have training?” she asked him. Her first words to him were, ‘you don’t have training?’ add that to the growing list of things she regretted.

“No,” he answered. “We had a game last night and I actually just got home right before you showed up.” She nodded, finally taking notice of the bag next to his door.

“How’d you do?” she asked him with a timid smile, sliding onto the stool of the island.

“We tied,” he answered.

“Did you play?” she continued, trying to make this less awkward.

“Only thirty minutes,” he grumbled. YN gulped, watching as he opened the fridge to grab the eggs. He still wasn’t getting the time that he wanted and she didn’t know what to say.

Thankfully, he changed the subject. Though it wasn’t much better.

“Why’d you come?” he asked, turning around to face her after having broken the eggs to beat them in a bowl.

“I’m not really sure,” she answered truthfully. “I was with FN last night watching the Bachelor and we got a little drunk and I just decided I wanted to come here. So I did. I’m sorry about barging in on you like this.”

“It’s fine,” he shrugged it off, turning around so that he could grab the frying pan and start cooking the eggs.

“It’s not,” YN insisted. “I broke up with you, I don’t really have the right to come crawling back to you like this.”

“This is you crawling back to me?” he questioned, turning around to look at her.

Her response died in her throat as she looked him in the eyes. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, looking down at her hands on the counter. “I should probably just go,” she got up from the stool, ready to go without any of her stuff.

“No, please don’t.” YN turned around this time, looking at Milli’s pleading eyes. “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” YN told him. She saw the slight smile on his lips before he hid it again. “The Bachelor isn’t the same without you,” she laughed weakly, hating that her voice broke in an attempt to keep the tears at bay.

“Nothing feels right without you,” he responded, stepping towards her. “I feel like I’m walking through mud.”

She nodded, this time a few tears slipping out of her eyes. She wiped them away quickly, Milli stepping up so that he was right in front of her, less than a foot of space between them. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered as she stepped closer, lessening the gap between them. “I don’t regret much, but I do regret breaking up with you.”

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tbh i wrote this in like an hour because i couldn’t leave it, it’s also not editted so it’s just raw shit from my brain. this feels like such a milli imagine, i don’t think i could have written with anyone else in mind 

YN wasn’t a party girl. She didn’t do loud music and close sweaty bodies. It wasn’t her thing. But this boy was making it easier to be here. Her close friend, Julian, had dragged her out of her house practically kicking and screaming, citing that he hadn’t seen her in roughly a month because of their conflicting schedules.

So here she was, sipping a drink in front of the bar, making googly eyes at the friends Julian had brought with him. Those said boys had thought that YN was a myth, having never met her or even seen a picture of her. They caught him laughing at his phone sometimes, but he would just shrug it off if they asked about her.

One particular boy was the object of YN’s googly eyes. Jacob Bruun Larson. Something about his hair and eyes had lured her in and kept her. It was probably that he was her type, blond and light eyes, and a footballer.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. That’s Julian Weigl to a T, and it sure is. There was a point where YN had crushed on Julian, but after they kissed each other, it was quickly over. When they were 12, they decided they wanted over with their first kiss, and it was friends from there on out.

YN sighed as she watched the boys, all coupled up with girls and seeming to have the time of their lives. She wished that she could open up like that.

“Hey,” a loud voice said close to her.

“Shit,” YN jerked, accidentally throwing her cup up in the air and spilling the drink on herself. She looked over to see the culprit, Jacob. She hadn’t seen him slip out of the group of boys on the dance floor.

“Damn, I’m sorry,” he looked at her, trying to avert his eyes from her chest, where the drink had gone. “Can I get you another drink?” he asked, turning around to face the bar and signaled the bartender.

“Oh no, it’s o-” she stopped when the bartender came over.

“Whatever she was having before,” Jacob told them and they nodded, turning around to mix YN’s drink. Ten seconds later it was on the bar in front of her, ready to be consumed.

“Thanks,” she said to the bartender before taking the drink and sipping it. She looked over at Jacob, who was staring at her. “Did I get some on my face?” she asked, putting the drink down on the bar to bring her phone out and examine her face.

“No, it’s just, Julian didn’t mention how beautiful you are.” YN blushed, looking away from Jacob to her drink.

“Someone’s a smooth talker,” she said before taking another swig of her drink. “Tell that to all the girls?” she asked after bringing her drink away from her mouth.

“Not really, don’t meet a lot of girls training with the guys.” YN nodded, he seemed almost as shy as her. “You must have guys falling after you. How has Julian not said hands off or something?”

“We’re just friends. It’d be weird to be anything more.”

“So you’re single then?” he questioned. YN snorted, sort of shocked at his openness. “Sorry, was that too soon?” YN started coughing on her drink, Jacob moved his hand so that he could pat her back but stopped for a second and pulled away, thinking better of the movement.

“No, you’re fine. It was just kinda surprising,” she got out after calming down from her coughing fit. Jacob smiled sheepishly, starting to become nervous again. “Do you want to dance?” YN asked, deciding that she would take the lead this time.

He nodded quickly, smiling widely at YN. She smiled back, holding out her hand for him to take so they could walk to the floor together.

They were there in no time, standing in front of each other with smiles on their face as they moved to the beat. YN bobbed her head side to side, closing her eyes and focusing on the music. The pair grew closer together as the songs went on, close enough that Jacob’s hand brushed her own. She smiled at the contact, moving a little more so that their hands were touching constantly.

Jacob looked down at their hands and then to YN’s face, where she was smiling up at him. He took that as a good sign, grasping her hand in his own. Her smile widened and he felt himself move more to the music.

The pair moved even closer to each other, YN moving Jacob’s hands to her hips before placing her own on his chest. His hands were cool against her burning skin, almost startling, but it felt right. Her hips moved slower as she looked up, seeing that Jacob was already looking down at her.

The large grin wasn’t there anymore, instead replaced by a soft smile that made her feel like the only girl in the world. His eyes flicked down for a split second before going back to her eyes. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, but the music was too loud for her to hear what he asked.

“What?” she yelled to him. He blushed, feeling like the moment had passed, but he mustered up the courage again and leaned down to her ear this time so she would hear.

“Can I kiss you?” He spoke into her ear before pulling away to look at her face.

YN blushed and nodded her head while saying yes. She pushed herself up onto her tiptoes, Jacob leaning down to meet her halfway.

Their lips met in a soft and sweet kiss. It lasted for a few seconds, both of them closing their eyes to take in how good it felt. Something clicked between the two.

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