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pairings ━ sydney lohmann x 7thmember!katseye!reader
synopsis ━ fans start to love the concept of their favorite katseye member dating a footballer. a woman in fact. in a way it reminds them of the beckhams, and no comment or teasing was going to stop you from loving sydney.
notes ━ I know the timeline on this part does to match up, since sydney would've been in germany on international break. just ignore that!
you step off the tour bus into the damp london air and you swear that london can never have one sunny day, especially when you're here for the first time in so long.
this was the kind of air that clings to your skin like a second layer, and your baggy clothes start to feel hot as you walk into the arena alongside megan.
the crew hustles around, unloading gear, but your eyes scan the crowd barriers instinctively.
it took a minute before you spotted sydney, leaning against a blacked out suv, with her navy blue hood up, hands buried in the pockets of her man city tracksuit.
she drove down from manchester after training, cutting her recovery short just to catch the show.
you don’t wave at her since you just tilt your head instead. it is a silent acknowledgment as she pushes off the car, falling into step to come up to you as security clears a path.
inside the venue, the pre-show chaos swallows you both.
you're already dressed into your black outfit, nearly similar to yoonchae's, as lara’s arguing with the sound tech about monitor levels, while megan’s stretching in a corner, and manon is on her phone live-streaming warm-ups.
you slip past them with sydney’s fingers brushing the small of your back... it is barely there but it is enough to ground you.
she’s not supposed to be backstage since hybe is strict about guests, but you’d texted the tour manager last night with a simple “family pass for s. lohmann.”
no one questions it anymore.
all of your other bandmates have partners, but they understand the deep root of love that you have for your german girlfriend.
finally you find a quiet corner near the dressing rooms with the hum of fluorescent lights overhead. sydney pulls her hood down, blonde hair spilling out, still damp from the manchester rain.
“you look knocked,” you say, voice low as you observe the stress lingering on syd's features.
you're fully dressed, hair done with your makeup on. this makes syd smirk while leaning against the wall, “well I did have a three-hour drive after a double session, but it is worth it since im here now.”
sydney's accent is thicker when she’s tired, the german edges softened by her few months in england now.
you reach up, tuck a strand behind her ear.
“you didn’t have to.” you frown, understanding if sydney was too tired to come see your show.
“i wanted to see you in your element,” she says, “not just on a screen while you're in the states.”
the show starts an hour later.
being the lead dancer and co-leader of the group, the stage lights come over the group as you start off with the debut. you move through the routine on muscle memory, since you've been preforming this song since the start of the group, but your eyes keep drifting to the vip box on the left.
sydney’s there, arms crossed, watching like she’s analyzing a match of hers or something.
when you hit the final pose, the crowd screams in excitement. using your eyes to look over without moving your head, you catch sydney smile.
you move through performing touch, gnarly, and gabriella, and do the interview process at the end before everything concludes.
getting off the stage sweating through your outfit, which to you is crazy because that never usually happens. the girls pile into the dressing room, high on the high.
manon’s already peeling off her mic pack, sophia’s chugging water, and megan is filming a tiktok with yoonchae for the katseye page.
you slip out with hoodie up, hoping nobody notices as you find sydney waiting by the exit.
she’s changed into civilian clothes from her bag wearing black jeans, blue shirt, and a nike black oversized bomber.
sydney hands you a bottle of water without a word as you drink half in one go.
“how was it?” you ask.
“loud,” she says, “but you—” she pauses, searching for the word, “you killed it. I love how engaged your fans were.”
you laugh while breathless, “says the woman who scored a golazo last week.” syd shrugs, but her ears pink.
going back into the dressing room, all of the katseye girls were free to 'go home' (the hotel) for the night. however, some of the girls had other plans while being in london. including you.
so outside, the night air’s colder now as you walk to syd's suv. what you didn't know is how her teammates already inside and were here the entire time... vivianne was in the front, and yui was sprawled across the middle row, scrolling her phone.
“oi, popstar,” viv calls, “you owe us dinner for dragging syd down here.”
you slide into the back with sydney, her thigh pressing against yours.
“i know a place,” you say, smiling despite being super tired from the first stop of the tour.
the restaurant is in the middle of soho, basement level with dim lights and vinyl booths. you’re in a corner table, sydney on your left and yui on your right with vivianne opposite.
the waiter recognizes none of you... a miracle in london... and takes your order without fuss.
you’re halfway through your pasta when yui nudges you.
“you two are so in love it makes me jealous!”
sydney’s arm is draped along the back of the booth, fingers idly tracing patterns on your shoulder.
you don’t move away.
“we’re comfortable,” you say.
viv snorts, “comfortable’s one word.”
the teasing’s light and familiar. you’ve known viv since sydney transferred to manchester from munich. yui’s newer in your life, but she’s got that quiet japanese humor that cuts through your potential bullshit.
thankfully the conversation moves from your life to theirs. man city has an upcoming derby that you're excited to watch, and the absurdity of both your schedules.
sydney’s thumb keeps brushing your neck, a rhythm only you feel.
under the table, your knee knocks hers and syd knocks back.
the dinner went great.
you paid and all of you got ready to head outside.
unfortunately, the paparazzi finally catch you.
flashes pop as you exit, sydney’s hand on your lower back guiding you to the car. you don’t flinch since you’ve trained for this happening. however, it is different since you are not with the katseye group.
the photos hit twitter before you’re back at the hotel. you left sydney so her and her teammates can go back to manchester before their training in the morning.
all of the pictures contain grainy shots of you leaning into syd, with her arm around your waist, viv and yui laughing in the background at eachother.
what was the caption on the pop crave post, you ask?
“katseye’s y/n l/n was seen spotted in soho, london with manchester city midfielder sydney lohmann and her teammates vivianne miedema and yui hasegawa."
by morning, it’s everywhere.
tiktok’s flooded with edits with clips of you on stage synced to sydney’s goals, some slow-mo videos of that lunch photo over music, and fans zooming in every body language detail.
the comments are a war zone.
wait y/n’s gay??
lara and megan are somewhere teasing y/n right now
athlete x idol couples are back yayyy
y'all they’ve been following each other for YEARS they could be friends???
someone digs up an old instagram live where you’d mentioned how you'd admired women's football. this was around the time when you started following sydney on instagram. of course the internet loses it since they're connecting dots.
back at the hotel, the girls are waiting for you to get out of the shower as manon’s sprawled on your bed, phone in hand.
“you’re trending, babe.” the swiss calls out at you, walking out of the bathroom with a towel on your head which is drying your hair.
sophia’s cross-legged on the floor while giggling, “y/n the king of secrets... my ass.”
you drop your towel on the floor and flop beside manon, “i am the king. nobody knew for a year, soph.”
daniella pokes her ear out from her airpods, since she was sitting on the hotel chair while watching a netflix show, macbook in lap, “except the entire internet now.” she scoffs while chuckling, “but seriously, y/n we're happy for you. she makes you… soft in a good way.”
you groan while covering your face, “we were careful though guys.”
manon scrolls, reading a tweet aloud to the room, “‘the way y/n looks at sydney like she hung the moon.’ okay, that’s accurate.”
sophia throws a pillow at her, “shut up, you’re obsessed.”
you peek through your fingers, “i hate you three.” but you’re smiling.
one imessage notification from syd💓
syd💓: saw the pictures. my teammates are currently jumping me over it. are you okay?
y/n: yes, except manon is also teasing me too
sydney replies with a voice note... which you can tell that her is amused through the screen.
“tell manon she’s next if she keeps it up.” you play it out loud which makes manon gasp dramatically beside you. “oh my she's threatening meeeee? i like her.”
out of nowhere, daniella stands up from her chair and looks down at you. it makes your eyebrows flare in confusion.
“girlll you’re glowing,” she says with no teasing now, “like, actually glowing.”
you roll your eyes, but she’s right. sophia joins, looping an arm through yours, “just don’t let the label freak out. they’ll want a statement.”
you nod.
little did they know... you’ve already drafted one a while ago in your notes app.
it is short, unapologetic.
yes, i’m dating a lovely footballer from manchester city. no, i won’t be taking questions.
the next morning, you post it on your instagram story just no photo, just text.
the internet explodes again, but this time it’s different with support pouring in, brands sliding into dms, katseye’s official account liking it within minutes.
sydney reposts with a single heart emoji as man city’s social team jumps on it. the team social media page posts a graphic of syd mid-celebration while she hits one of your katseye poses after her goal, with a blue heart caption.
before you leave for the next event in france, you hang out with sydney in manchester. luckily, you've finished your event with katseye hours before, so you were able to take the three-hour journey north to see syd.
it is just the two of you this time.
no teammates, no paps trailing.
you eat at a tiny ethiopian place syd loves, tearing injera with your hands, her knee pressed to yours under the table.
“I think we broke the internet,” she says, mouth full, "my friend laura in frankfurt wants to meet you really badly. shes a fan."
you steal a bite from her plate, “how many football friends do you have?" you giggle.
syd chuckles, "too many."
back at her flat, you’re on the couch again with your girlfriend's head in your lap, your fingers in her hair.
the tv’s off.
“you know,” syd starts with her eyes closed from the relaxation of your fingers in her hair, “when i moved here from munich, everyone thought it was for the league.”
you hum.
“it was for you,” syd finishes.
you trace the line of her jaw, “was it worth the transfer drama?” syd opens one eye, “every yellow card.”
you laugh, lean down to kiss her slowly, and unhurried.
the world can speculate all it wants. you’ve got her.
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notes: the next parts will mainly consist of things like headcannons, or maybe like a 'same universe' type of setting rather than a timeline.
