Attack On Titan Final Collection

(F) Somebody to You: Hange x F Reader

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Prompt: (Y/N) is a famous popstar who gets swarmed by fans, and Hange is there to help her. 

"I used to wanna be, living like there's only me. But now I spend my time, thinking 'bout a way to get you off my mind."

(Y/N) took in a deep breath, shaking out the nerves that she felt. It had been three years, yet she still hadn't gotten used to it. Three years since her debut song had been a hit and she had become a famous popstar. It had all happened so fast, so blindingly fast that she still wasn't used to it. Four years ago, she had been a normal girl, spending all of her free time writing lyrics. Where had the time gone?

"You got this."

Hange Zoe, (Y/N)'s best friend and long-time crush appeared behind her. They smiled gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. "It's just like always. You'll go out there and crush it! The crowd will love you. You'll do just fine."

(Y/N) smiled appreciatively. No one else knew about the bouts of anxiety she'd get when doing these concerts. She loved her fans. She loved performing. But sometimes, she needed an extra boost to get out there and strut her stuff. Sometimes, the pressure was overwhelming. What if she messed up? What if she said the wrong thing? What if the paparazzi suddenly declared that she was horrible and influenced everyone to hate her? Living in fame was anxiety inducing and without Hange, (Y/N) would have lost her mind.

"Thanks," she said quietly. "You'll be in the front row, right? Where I can see you."

"Of course," Hange squeezed her hand. For the last three years, Hange had never missed a single one of her concerts. They had always been there, from the very beginning. The two had been friends for ten years now and no one was a bigger fan of (Y/N) than Hange.

"Okay, thanks," (Y/N) glanced over to the makeshift elevator that would raise her to the stadium floor, where her show was about to begin. She could hear the soft rumble of conversation and fan chants from the crowd.

"You'll do fine," Hange said again, pulling her in for a tight hug. Those were her favorites. The tightness of the hug could be suffocating, but it helped (Y/N) feel safe, and it also calmed down her anxiety. Hange had read in a book somewhere that tight hugs soothed the nervous system, and since then, they would always give her one before a show.

"And if you do freak out," Hange pulled away. "That's okay too. I'll be in the crowd. Just send me the signal and I'll tell the crew to stop the show."

"Thanks," (Y/N) repeated for the third time. "I've got to get up now before I'm late for the first song."

"You got this!" Hange cheered, throwing their hands in the air. (Y/N) felt her heart swell. She loved Hange, she really did. In fact, the first song she had ever written was about them. And so many after were about them too. Every single love song in her album...was inspired by Hange.

But (Y/N) would never tell Hange this. She would always harbor her secret within her, terrified to shift the dynamic she and Hange currently shared. What if she confessed and Hange was appalled? What if they didn't want the fame that came with being her partner? She couldn't lose Hange, even if it meant keeping her crush secret as long as she lived.

"Look at me now, I'm falling. Can't even talk, still stuttering. This world of mine keeps shaking, oh, oh, now! All I wanna be, all I ever wanna be yeah, is somebody to you."

The lights took a while to get used to but (Y/N) was able to adjust to them pretty fast. The crowd roared as she stepped onto the stage and she held out a hand waving it with a perfectly curated smile.