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Florian Wirtz

Florian Wirtz born on the 3rd of May 2003. He plays for Bayer Leverkusen and Germany National Team.

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Blurbs

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OneShots

This is a Thank You ~ You taking care of Florian through his injury and he takes you on holiday as a way to thank you for it all.

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Smuts

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[planetpedri]

Silver lining — Florian Wirtz.

Pairing: Florian Wirtz x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’d locked yourself out of your apartment, your phone was dead, nobody was home, so your only option was to ask your new neighbor for help. Even though that small inconvenience sucked, you were about to be eternally grateful.

Word count: 1.2k

Disclaimer/s: FLUFF! FLUFF! also reader being a little paranoid cuz stranger danger but not really iykwim.

A/N: This plot literally came to my head right before i was about to take a nap so i put it in my notes so i could write later and i’m sooooo. guys. guys this may be my favorite plot.

There was no way this was happening to you. There was absolutely no fucking way this was happening right now! You gripped your purse a little tighter, kneeling to the floor so you could spread it out further. You checked every pocket, every crevice, and they were nowhere to be seen.

You had forgotten your keys at your sister’s house, or in her car, or— You mind was spinning, trying to place exactly where you’d had them last.

Then your brain lit up, you needed to call your sister. She’d bring them over! Grabbing your phone, you tap the screen, but it doesn’t turn on. Your face scrunches as you tappen it rapidly, clicking the side button too. That’s when you’re met with the red battery sign. Great. Your phone was dead, too.

Taking a deep breath, you gather your things and shove them into your purse. You only had one option right now and that was to ask one of your neighbors to borrow their phone.

Not your favorite idea, but the only one that you had at that moment.

Standing up from the ground, you glance around the hallway. Five options. The old married couple at the end who always gave you the creeps, a girl named Julia, who was probably too busy working… the options went on until you landed on the door right across from yours.

The new guy. You’d never talked to him, never seen him, just heard of him from Julia, who was a gossiper through and through.

Red flags flew across your mind as you took timid steps closer. Stranger danger. But, at the end of the day, you weren’t that scared. You always took risks, so there was no reason to be nervous. All you needed was his phone, and that’s it!

Bringing your fist up to the door, you knock. One… Two… Three… “I’m coming! Hold on!” A man’s voice shouts from the other side, not rude or anything, just assuring you he was going to open it soon.

You take a small step away from the door when you hear the lock clicking open and the doorknob turning. It swings open to reveal a confused man, his bleached hair damp as if he’d just showered. Your theories are confirmed when you see water stains on his gray shirt.

Swallowing thickly, you raise a quick hand in greeting. “Hey.. i’m your neighbor! Uhm, I got locked out, my phone is dead, and I was wondering if I could borrow your phone to call my sister?” You speak quickly, suddenly all too nervous. Not because he was a stranger, but because he was.. well. He was hot.

Your new neighbor was hot and he was making you very nervous. This was new. And he looked familiar, though you couldn’t quite place why.

A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he nods his head, opening the door wider to give you a clear view of his apartment. “Of course. It’s on the charger, you can wait inside if you want?”

Stranger danger! Stranger danger! “Thank you! I appreciate that,” you smile, following him inside.

The door falls shut behind you, and you take a moment to recognize this was how a lot of true crime stories start. But, you don’t make a move to leave. Instead, you follow him into the living room area, appreciating how clean it was.

Another thing that surprised you. Most men who lived alone weren’t this neat. Then you feel slightly disappointed, he must have a girlfriend.

The blonde unplugs his phone, handing it to you. “Password’s ten-seventeen.” He nods, moving to sit down on a brown sofa.

Taking the device gratefully, you unlock the phone and move to the calling app. “Thank you, again.” You say before dialing your sister, pressing the phone to your ear.

She picks up on the fourth ring, and you explain your situation quickly. Unfortunately, she was already home, so it would take her twenty minutes at the very least, to get back to you.

Sighing a quick thanks, you hang up. “She’s like, twenty minutes away! Thank you, here’s your phone…” You trail off, realizing you never asked his name.

“Florian.” He nods, taking the phone back. “You’re welcome to wait here…” He does the same trailing off, and you laugh. You tell him your name and a smile graces his lips. He repeats it, lips curling into a grin. “That’s a pretty name, it’s nice to meet you.”

Your face flushes at the compliment. “Oh, uh, thank you! Wow, i’ve told you that like twelve times in the past ten minutes!” You’re in a flustered, rambling state, completely embarrassing yourself.

But Florian just smiles, finding it endearing. “So, how long have you lived here?” He asks, motioning for you to sit down.

You take a seat on the opposite end of the couch, turning your body towards him as you get comfortable. “About… two years now? I originally lived with my sister, but she got married and moved out.” You had no idea why you were telling him random facts you didn’t need to say, but he listened intently anyways. “How about you? I haven’t really seen you around.”

“Just a few months, but I travel a lot, so i’m rarely here.” That’s when it clicks. That’s why he looks so familiar.

Your eyes widen, “oh my God. You’re a footballer.” Now you were extremely embarrassed. Your sister is definitely going to freak when she realizes who you’re with.

Florian rubs the back of his neck, nodding sheepishly. “That I am.”

“That’s cool.” You play it off, not wanting to seem too geeked about it. You had to act normal.

Florian nods, his lip twitching slightly. “Uhm, so, what do you do for work?”

The rest of the twenty minutes goes by smoothly, conversations flowing between you two easily and comfortably. You’d grown to enjoy his company, and he clearly felt the same.

You’d charged your phone while you two spoke, so when you get the notification that your sister had arrived, you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. Florian’s eyes flicker to your phone, his lips forming a thin line.

“Well… I suppose I should go.” You stand slowly, subconsciously trying to spend a little more time. Florian stands as well, taking his sweet time walking you to the door.

He hesitates, his hand on the door knob, “we should do this again sometime?” He suggests, eyes trailing up to your face.

You attempt to suppress a smile, nodding quickly. “Yes!” Too fast. “I mean… yeah, no for sure.” You shrug, lips darting out to wet your lips nervously.

He quietly chuckles, turning the doorknob and opening it to allow you to leave. “Are you busy tomorrow?” He asks, stepping aside to let you through.

Once you were back in the hallway, you turn back around to face him. “I have work till four, but I should be free after that!”

“Good,” he hums, “knock on my door whenever you want, i’ll be here.” After exchanging a quick goodbye, he shuts the door, leaving you with a wide smile on your face.

Forgetting your keys just became the best inconvenience you’ve ever had.

DTS , @halfwayhearted @ar4ujos @spidybaby !

[httpsdana]

omg please write prompt 49 with florian wirtz. there is not enough fics of him🥺😩

Birthday Cake~Florian Wirtz

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49-"How is my gorgeous girlfriend doing ?" "What did you do?"

It was y/n's birthday. And Florian being her very caring and loving boyfriend, he wanted to make her feel special on this special day.

She was sleeping at his house, and in the morning, Florian woke up before her. He pressed a light kiss on her forehead and silently got up from their bed.

After using the bathroom and brushing his teeth he went to the kitchen. He started off by making a pancake batter which was probably the best thing he can do. He wasn't the best chef, but he would always try for the sake of y/n, since she wasn't the best chef either.

He tried shaping the pancakes as hearts, didn't end up looking really good but the shape was there. After that he cut her some fruits, a banana and some strawberries. He added some syrup before he went to do her iced coffee.

When he finished everything, he placed the plate and coffee on a tray. He did himself some coffee and walked to his room.

y/n was still asleep, her arms wrapped around Florian's pillow. Florian smiled and the cute sight

He placed his mug and the tray on the nightstand, leaning closer to y/n. He pecked her forehead lightly, before moving to her cheeks and kissing them a few times too.

y/n started shifting in her sleep, still asleep. Florian smiled and pecked her lips too. Finally, she opened her eyes with a small smile.

She was met with her sweet boyfriend's contagious smile, his messy hair making his morning face just more perfect

"good morning honey" y/n mumbled, her eyes still half open.

"good morning my sweet girl. happy birthday beautiful" he mumbled back, brushing her hair away from her face. She smiled at him, kissing the hand that was caressing her face.

"I made you some breakfast" he said, handing her the tray. She looked at him in an 'awe', kissing his cheek.

"thank you. that's so thoughtful of you" she pouted, her eyes slightly tearing up.

"don't cry baby. enjoy your food" he said, kissing her forehead before she started munching on her pancakes.

"you know... I've always dreamt about breakfast in bed" she said, her mouth full of her boyfriend's pancakes.

He laughed at her words, kissing her shoulder softly.

"I'm glad I was the first one to do that for you" he smiled.

"oh shit. the girls are supposed to be picking me up in a few" she said glancing at her phone.

Florian nodded, sipping on his coffee. He knew she was gonna go out which made it perfect for him. He was gonna try something new.

"enjoy sweetheart. if you need me just text" Florian kissed her before she left through the door.

He rushed to the kitchen, grabbing his phone and opening YouTube.

"how to make cake for my girlfriend's birthday"

The first video popped up was the video he opened.

He first got all the ingredients needed, and placed them on the counter in from of him.

He started by breaking the eggs, which ended up with a broken egg on the floor and some on his hands. He washed his hands quickly and cleaned the floor, before going back to work.

Time Skip

The cake was in the oven, but at what cost? Florian had flour in his hair and on his clothes, he dropped some oil on his shirt and now they won't go off. That's beside the floor and the counter that were messy.

He sighed, checking the time. y/n was supposed to be home in an hour or so. He runned to his bathroom, taking a shower to clean up.

After the shower, he went through his phone on his bed, before he started smelling something... burning?

His eyes widened at the realization, rushing to the kitchen and opening the oven.

It wasn't that bad but also, he had to cover it up. He groaned, his plan for the cake ruined by the burning of it.

He started first by cutting the burnt parts, throwing them away. He learned a fast way of making whipped cream. Which he did and tried covering up the cake.

But now it was all white and boring. He opened the fridge, trying to find something to design the cake. He found some strawberries which he cut and put around the cake. Then he found some M&Ms which he put in the middle. The cake was decent at end, but as soon as he finished the door of his apartment opened.

He rushed to the door, seeing y/n already taking off her shoes.

"how's my gorgeous girlfriend doing?" he chuckled nervously, making y/n look at him suspiciously

"what did you do?" she said, crossing her arms over her chest with a smile.

"why would you assume I did something?" he laughed anxiously, his eyes avoiding hers.

"well first your avoiding eye contact and second the house smells as if it was on fire" she said in a as a matter-of-fact tone.

Florian slammed his hand against his forehead, making y/n laugh.

"okay i tried something..." he mumbled. He walked her to the kitchen, leading her to where he placed the cake.

Her jaw dropped to the ground as she stared at the badly decorated but adorable cake her boyfriend made for her. Tears filled up her eyes quickly as she turned to Florian

"why are you crying? is it that bad?" he said quickly, making her slap his shoulder

"no stupid. I love this so much" she said, wrapping her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

He let out a sigh of relief hugging her with same force back.

"this means so much to me you have no idea. thank you so much Florian." she mumbled into his neck. He kissed her head before she removed it from his neck.

"does it taste good tho?" y/n joked, getting a fork from the drawer. Florian gave her a nervous look, shrugging his shoulders.

She took a bite from the cake, her eyes widening, as she swallowed the piece slowly.

"it's...good" she said hesitantly, making Florian's face drop

"oh god is it that bad?" he chuckled.

"maybe a little bit" she said

He laughed, grabbing her waist and pulling her to his arms. He kissed her lips softly and tenderly.

"happy birthday baby. I'll phone the patisserie next to your house to make you another cake." he mumbled against her lips, making her laugh

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Sidelines — Florian Wirtz.

Pairing: Florian Wirtz x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’d always been quiet and reserved, you had nothing to prove to anyone. Until he came along, and suddenly all you weren’t the shell of a person you once were.

Word count: 1.36k

Disclaimer/s: fluff , reader is a photographer.

A/N: guys im in love w him it’s so bad. also i got sick of this at the end sorry…!

You were always in the background. Always the quiet one, you rarely ever spoke. Florian had noticed that about you when you first met. During a press conference, his eyes had scanned the room looking at the journalists, reporters, photographers.. that’s when he saw you.

Your face was covered by the camera, but you’d caught his eyes anyways. There was a multitude of people in there, all speaking over each other, trying to gain his attention. But you? You were in the corner, eyebrows pulled together as you snapped a few pictures.

The second you realized his eyes were on you, the camera slowly moved away from your face, a small red tint spreading across your cheeks. He smiles at that, his head jerking up ever so slightly in acknowledgment to your presence. He’d never seen you before, but now he couldn’t pull his eyes away from you for more than a few minutes.

The second the room cleared out, Florian was already up and out of his seat, trying to get a final glance at you. You were nowhere to be seen, lost in the crowd of people like you were never there.

The next time he saw you was a week later, he didn’t let the chance fly past him again. He sped toward you, nearly tripping over himself the whole way. He yelled out, “hey! You! Wait!” But who were you to assume that it was directed at well.. you.

Until you felt a hand wrap around your bicep, the familiar face of Florian Wirtz coming into your view. Stopping in your tracks, you blink a few times. “Sorry, may I help you?” Confusion is clear on your face, but Florian find’s himself at a loss for words. His hand drops from your arm, now at his side.

You were even more captivating close up, it’d taken his breath away. Collecting himself, he takes a quick breath. “Hey.” He had no idea what he was supposed to say now that he’d gotten your attention, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he could speak again, “you’re new around here?”

That all too familiar question elicited a small laugh from you. “Actually, i’ve been here for a few months now.” It was sweet though, the nervousness in his tone. After years of observing, you’d gotten used to reading people quickly. Though, it was hard to process that the Florian Wirtz, was nervous around you.

His lips form a thin line, how had he not noticed her before? You recognize the way his eyebrows had pinched together, the way his tongue darted out to lick his lips, he didn’t know what to do now.

Sighing, you wave it off. “Last week was the first time I was in one of your conferences, there would’ve been no reason for you to see me.” Your smile was reassuring, and Florian visibly relaxes at that.

He chuckles awkwardly, “so, what’s your name?”

You tell him, curiosity spiking. “Why?”

“I just thought, if I were to see you again, it’d be better than ‘hey, you!’ y’know?” He shrugs, eyes never trailing far from your face while he speaks.

Your hand comes up to rub the arm he’d once touched. “You.. plan on talking to me again?” Your eyebrow quirks, a part of you still not fathoming the fact that he was talking to you.. interested in you.

“If you’d be okay with that, yeah.”

The next time he saw you, he’d gained the confidence to ask for your number, this time a lot less nervous. His head cocked to the side, a small, subtle smile on his lips as he asked, “so.. since we’re practically friends now, does that mean I can ask for your number?”

Your surprise wasn’t subtle or hidden, it was quite evidente in your face, even as you spoke. “I beg your finest pardon?” Okay. Admittedly, that did sound rude. You weren’t used to anyone ever asking for your number. Much less a famous footballer.

Florian had frowned, wondering if he was reading you all wrong. “Oh. Sorry—was that too fast?”

You’d stumbled over your words, spewing out mindless apologies before you clamped your mouth shut and simply shoved your unlocked phone toward his chest.

He had laughed, finding your flustered state more and more adorable as time went on.

It hadn’t been long after that, that you’d started going on dates. Eventually leading you two to start going steady. With the newfound comfort your boyfriend provided, you had slowly but surely made your way closer to the front of the conferences.

You found you got better shots now that you weren’t confined to the back of the room. This eventually integrated to his teammates press conference’s as well. Everything had slowly became less scary, less anxiety-ridding. You felt a lot more free.

Florian had brought out a side of you, you weren’t sure you’d had until then.

Strangers didn’t matter anymore. You asked questions and slowly made your way up to more important spots in your career. Florian, your now boyfriend, had completely brought you out of your shell.

Even now, as you sat across the dinner table from him, you find yourself completely enamored with him. Florian was talking about something that happened at practice, his smile reaching his eyes as he laughs.

Florian rarely smiled this big before you two started dating, he would only give tight lipped smiles or teasing grins. Now though, he was all smiles and laughs.

“Flo, your soup is going to get cold if you don’t finish it.” You chuckle, “I love your stories, but you still need to eat.”

The bleach blonde huffs, looking down at the bowl. “True.. so, how’s work?” He asks, taking a spoonful of the soup.

“Good!” You hum, “just got a promotion to head photographer, so, that’s nice.”

Florian’s hand stops mid way and he slowly sets the spoon back down. His eyes widen, “what? That’s—why didn’t you tell me earlier? I would’ve taken you to dinner somewhere nice!” You were treating as if it was no big thing, not something to celebrate.

“It’s not that big of a deal, Flo.” You shrug it off, “plus, I prefer our nights in over restaurant’s. Seriously, it’s cool, but not worth all the fuss!”

Your boyfriend slumps in his seat, eyes examining you carefully. “You’re so calm about this, why?”

“I wasn’t calm earlier, i’ve worked for this for so long, and i’ve accomplished it.” You explain, taking a sip of water.

Florian nods in understanding, “okay, okay! Well, i’m proud of you.” His hand slides across the table, taking your hand in his.

You beam, eyes sparkling with love. “Thank you.” You say, giving his hand a quick squeeze, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

For the rest of dinner, Florian seems to be in an especially affectionate mood. During clean up, every time he walked past you, he left a kiss to your shoulder or cheek, or his hand would rest on the small of your back as he passed you.

Once in bed, you roll over, propping yourself up onto your elbow, you look up at him curiously. “Why are you suddenly in such a chipper mood?”

Florian glances down at your face, his arm slinking around your shoulder. “What do you mean?”

“You’re so.. touchy. Not that it’s a bad thing, but you’re never this affectionate.” Resting your head on his shoulder, you bring your hand up to trace his face.

Florian’s eyes flutter shut at the small touch, his lips pulling into a small smile. “I’m just very proud of you, that’s all.”

“Yeah, you said that earlier.” You grin, “but thank you, again.”

“And, I love you.” His eyes are open now, flickering down to your face, watching for your reaction.

Your mouth parts, heart leaping to your throat. “Oh! Oh, I mean, yeah, like—“ pursing your lips, you breathe in through your nose. You slink your fingers around his head, pulling his face close to yours so you could plant a kiss to his lips. “I love you, too.”

DTS , @halfwayhearted @ar4ujos @spidybaby !

[httpsdana]

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77-"are you even listening?" "sorry sweetheart, you were distracting me."

y/n slammed the door behind her, taking off her shoes and dropping her bag. She angrily stomped to the kitchen, already unbuttoning her shirt.

"princess? you're home early" Florian said from the kitchen. She muttered some incoherent words which he didn't understand.

"uh what did you say?" he asked awkwardly.

"I just had the worse day of my life" she mumbled breathing out deeply

She sat down on the one of the stools and covered her face with her hands. Florian gazed at his tired girlfriend with a mix of concern and worry in his eyes. His hand reached out to remove hers from her face, giving her a gentle smile.

"how about you go take a shower and relax while I make you some food to eat. you can tell me all about your bad day yeah?" he suggested, rubbing his thumb against her knuckles.

y/n smiled softly at Florian as she leans into his embrace, feeling his warmth and love surrounding her. He wrapped his arms tightly around her shoulders while she hugged his torso, breathing in his comforting scent. He pressed a small kiss on her forehead before she left to shower, already feeling that her day is getting better

As y/n was taking her hot shower, Florian started working on y/n's favorite pasta. He made the sauce and cooked the chicken while the pasta boiled in water.

By the time he finished serving their plates, y/n came out of the shower, her hair wet and face bare from any make up. Florian always loved to admire her face without make up, because it just seems to be glowing, especially after a shower.

y/n and Florian sat on the stools in the kitchen, eating their food in silence until Florian spoke up.

"so tell me, what made your day that bad?" he asked, dropping his fork and looking at his girlfriend. y/n let out a sigh, dropping her fork as well.

"well first of all I was having a bad hair AND make up day which basically means I looked like shit all day-" she was interrupted by Florian

"I think you looked cute" he said with a small smile making her smile too

"thank you- but that's not the point. I arrived late to class because of the fucking traffic and the professor made me sit in the back of the hall with all the shit students that talk all the time, so I didn't hear anything. during the break, I went to get my coffee but ended up spilling half of it on my..." her voice started fading as it became just a background noise when Florian started admiring her.

His gaze softened as he looked at her, his expression filled with admiration and warmth as he took in her natural, bare face after her shower. The worry lines on his forehead disappeared, replaced by a gentle smile that reflected his mesmerized state by her presence.

"are you even listening?" y/n said, a bit disappointed that he wasn't fully with her

"sorry sweetheart, you were distracting me." he said shamelessly, his smile still on his face, making her blush but look away.

She rolled her eyes with a smile but slapped his shoulder gently.

"shut up. I have no make up on" she said, turning back to her plate

"you don't need any. you have a natural glow when you have no make up on" he said, the soft smile never leaving his face as he still admired her face

"oh shut up and continue eating" she shook her head with a smile.

He laughed slightly, telling her to continue her yapping session even if he didn't hear most of it