A Moment With You (Emil x Reader)

Messed-Up
Emil x Reader

You wrapped your coat around your figure in frustration as you made your way out in the garden. It was completely… Completely…

FRUSTRATING!

Why couldn’t he just see right through you?! Was he really that insensitive?! You thought while kicking the snow off the bush nearby. You’ve been friends with him since forever and you’ve been crushing on him since eternity but no, he just had to be so @#$%ing gullible! And it completely annoys you. Who wouldn’t? All of your hard work and embarrassment gone to waste because of his insensitive-ness!

Who’s ‘he’?

Emil Steilsson. That’s who. The silver haired, violet-eyed Icelandic boy from the Nordics. The insensitive jerk who still couldn’t detect anything despite your moves and attempts! It was either that or… He just looks at you as a friend and nothing else…

You pulled your hat down and sat down in the snow, holding your knees close to your chest. Would you give up into being friendzoned? Well, if that’s how he looks at you then he has someone in his mind then right? Someone other than you.

“_______________!” A voice called as you turned to find Emil running towards you with Mr. Puffin flying close behind. “Why did you run off like that? Was there something I did?” He asked trying to catch his breath when he arrived beside you. You rolled your eyes and looked to another direction. “Why won’t you ask that to yourself?” You answered glaring at the snow as if it was the person beside you.

You heard him let out a deep breath. “Come on.” He sat down on the space beside you as the black bird rested on his shoulder. “How can I know what I did wrong if you’re not going to tell me?” You slightly glanced over to him and rested your head on your knees. “Fine, I’ll answer your question if you answer mine first. Deal?”

The Icelandic boy hesitated at the offer. “Fire away.”  A shade of pink appeared on his cheeks as you looked at him with a serious expression.

“Is there someone you like?”

“Wha- What’s with that question?!” He asked, his face turning into a deeper shade at your question. “As I thought! You’ve been keeping a secret from me! Who is it?!” You leaned in closer to him, seriousness level increasing by the passing seconds. “W-Why on earth should I answer that question _______________?! That’s something personal!” He defended.

Seeing you cross your arms as you went back to where you sat gave him a little relief. “I bet the others know who she is.” You retorted as Emil scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. “Fine… I won’t tell you who she is but I’ll give you hints.” He sighed as you looked at him interested.

“I’ve… known her since... Childhood, I guess…” He mumbled turning away to avoid looking at you. “She may be cold and mean, to say the least, on the outside but she’s really kind and caring deep down… She’s really cute and pretty…” You lowered your gaze to the white blanket below you and continued to listen.

“Mathias and Tino were the ones who made investigations about her so they could tease me but I really doubt that she likes me back… I always see her hanging-out with this guy and she looks like she liked him a lot… They’re always smiling and talking like they were the only ones in the world.” He gave out a sigh of defeat before smiling melancholically. “It made me really jealous.”

You let out a small giggle. “What?” He asked suddenly becoming annoyed at your reaction to his story. “S-Sorry Emil.” You stated, swallowing the giggles back down. He looked like he was serious about that girl. Whoever she was. “Anyway, I already answered your question. It’s your turn to answer mine.” Your smile vanished for a second before returning. “I guess you could tell by now.” You replied.

“Stop it with the riddles and answer me properly.” The young boy demanded as Mr. Puffin let out a noise at its master’s sudden movement. “Your secret. It’s what’s been bothering me. I knew you weren’t telling me something so I thought we weren’t friends anymore.” You replied smiling, not noticing the tint on Emil’s face.

“You worry about simple things too much.”

“It’s what makes me different.” You answered before standing up and patting the pile of snow that began to form on your head and coat. You were right. It wasn’t you. It must have been someone else he knew since his childhood. It wasn’t like you stuck around him all the time like Romania to Bulgaria. “I’m heading back in now.” He looked at you surprised as the bird that was on his head flew up and went to follow behind you.

You took a deep breath after closing the door behind you to hold back the tears. “_______________.” A monotone voice called as you looked up to find Lukas in front of you handing a cup of hot choco to your direction. “How did it go?” He asked as you shook your head as a response with a smile, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. “He likes someone else…” You answered letting those drops fall down your cheeks.

Outside in the snow, Emil placed a hand on his forehead and slid it to the top, causing his silver locks to follow its motion before falling back into a messy form. It would have been better if he just told her who the girl was. It wasn’t like either of you would get hurt.

Fixing his decision, he stood up from where he sat and headed to the back door only to stop at the sight in front of him. The (h/c) haired girl was crying while his so-called ‘Big Brother’ was comforting her with a hug.

He felt completely frustrated. What was it that his brother had that you liked him so much? He just couldn’t understand it. Why would you ask him such a question if you already had Lukas? No longer bearing the scene, he walked all the way to the front porch where he was greeted by the smiling faces of the Finnish and Danish males.

“So how did it go Emil?” Tino asked not seeing the frustration written all over the boy’s face. “She likes Lukas.” He mumbled placing his coat on the coat hanger by the hallway. “What?! _______________ likes Norge?! No way! That’s not right!” Mathias complained as Emil let out a deep breath. “Why won’t you into the kitchen and see for yourselves?” The Icelandic stated a-matter-of-factly to his elders.

Like what the silver haired boy said, the two made their way down the hallway and peeked by the hall. The two of you were there alright, preparing hot choco for everyone while Mr. Puffin looking at you curiously. “Are you feeling okay now _______________?” The Norwegian asked looking over to you as you sniffed with a smile. “Yeah. Thanks for comforting me Lukas.”

“No! This is not how this is supposed to end!”

You looked over to from the counter to find a completely frustrated Dane. “I will not accept this! ________________, who do you like: Lukas or Emil?!” You turned bright red at the question with the words not forming in your lips. “Stupid anoko. She likes Emil.”

Both members of the opposing team blinked. “_______________ likes Emil?” You sighed and rubbed the back of your neck. “Yeah… What made you guys think I like Lukas anyway?” You asked as Mathias did a facepalm making Tino be the one to explain. “Well, you see _______________, you and Lukas look so close.”

That one sentence gave you a blow that was far greater than the explosion of the Olympus Mons.

‘But I really doubt that she likes me back… I always see her hanging-out with this guy and she looks like she liked him a lot… They’re always smiling and talking like they were the only ones in the world… It made me really jealous.’

Of course! Why didn’t you realize it sooner!? Every time you felt frustrated or sad about your progress with Emil, you would always tell Lukas since he was the next person close to you after the Icelandic boy. It wasn’t until now that you noticed the way he would comfort you with hugs and hanging out. Obviously everyone would think you two are together!

“This is completely messed up.” You sighed pressing the bridge of your nose. “What is?” You all turned to the doorway to find a confused silver-haired boy. “Emil! I—!”

“You were all talking behind my back?!

“No! It’s not like that!” Mathias defended holding both of his hands up. “We were just clearing some things up okay?” Emil let out a puff as Mr. Puffin went to his shoulder. “If by clearing up, you mean trying to break those two up, don’t even bother. It’s not worth it. Best to let her be happy with the man she likes, right?” Those words pierced through you. Not to mention the look he had on his face when he said that,

Clenching your fists, you walked up to him and glared. “I don’t like your brother! Try getting that into your thick-head already!” You shouted as his violet orbs widened in surprise. “You stupid idiot! Whenever I try to make moves on you wouldn’t even notice and take it as if I was just joking around! Well here’s the thing Emil Steilsson!”

You placed both of your hands by either side of his cheeks and pulled him in, lips crashing into each other making Mr. Puffin fly out of the room. The three elders looked at you in awe and surprise, save for Lukas who had a smirk on his face. Finally breaking the kiss, you let out a grin. “You’re the one I like, idiot.”

Emil’s face turned bright red as he moved away from you, covering his lips. “A-Are you serious?!” You rolled your eyes and shook your head while laughing. “Even the kiss wasn’t enough to make him believe.” You stated sarcastically while the other three laughed along. Before you could say anything else, it was your turn to have a surprised look when you felt something warm on your lips. The feeling ended when Berwald suddenly stepped into the room, looking at the two of you.

“What did I miss?” He asked in the awkward silence. “Berwald! Emil and _______________ are on!” An enthusiastic Mathias announced as the two of you turned away from each other to hide the blushes that were forming on your cheeks.

Another round of silence filled the room. “What’s wrong Berwald?” Tino asked worried at the look his so-called ‘husband’ was giving you two.

“When’s the wedding day?”