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This is my official vote for the pulisic fic!!! Pls post Christian tonight I miss him so 😪

i see you in the stands - christian pulisic

cause somewhere in the crowd there’s you

summary - it’s christian’s first game back from the world cup, and he knew you wouldn’t be there, but can’t help but look for you.

pairing - christian pulisic x fem!reader

song inspo - super trouper (abba)

warnings! - none

word count - 600+

note - this is the chelsea v bournemouth game from dec 27. events from the game will be twisted, or just not accurate to fit the fic. the ending score for this fic is 3-0 instead of 2-0… so yeah

“hey, pulisic, you good?” ben yells from across the field.

christian had been caught up in his thoughts as he scanned the crowd. the game was just about to start, and although christian knew you had a last minute meeting at work, he couldn’t help but look for you, as he always did.

“yeah i’m good”

he took one more quick look around the stadium before running back to his team.

christian always said you were his lucky charm. every game you were there for, they won, and you were always more than happy to attend. sitting with the other girlfriends and wives was always so fun, and supporting your boyfriend meant the world to you.

fuck, 15 minutes…

you were caught up in the wonderful london traffic.

you were somehow able to talk your boss into postponing the meeting until tomorrow so you could support christian.

it was his first game back, and there was nothing you wanted more than to support him.

although your mind was going about 100 miles per second, the traffic was going about 0.

you were about to give up hope, but then cars started moving.

you took this short opportunity to get off in an exit, and hopefully, still get to the game in time for kick off.

somehow, you made it with 3 minutes to spare. you showed staff your pass and made it inside the stadium. you made your way to a seat near the bench, where the other girlfriends and wives were.

watching christian play was always something so special, and it was incredible to see him do what he loves.

except, right now, you couldn’t help but notice something was off. christian seemed different. he seemed more tense, and even a little frustrated.

you began to worry that maybe something had happened with one of the boys before the game, or if something happened with one of his friends.

christian has missed two shots already and it was only the 30th minute, and you felt more than bad for him. missing goals is never a good feeling, and christian would tend to beat himself up for it.

it was finally halftime, and you felt more than nervous, not for you, but for christian.

when it was time for the boys to come back out, you made sure to cheer extra loud. you could feel this half was going to be incredible. kai and mason has already scored, which is amazing, but you just hoped that bournemouth didn’t score.

christian was getting in position for the whistle blow to start second half, but he made sure to look over the crowd again, out of habit. he was

all of a sudden his eyes met yours. it was like a spark went off within him. was he dreaming? were you really there?

you gave him a wave and smiled, which just confirmed everything for christian.

the rest of the game, christian made sure to show out. at the 74th minute, he had scored, and at the 86th minute, he had blocked a goal.

the game soon came to an end, the final score being 3-0, chelsea, of course, won.

you were waiting with the other family members and partners of the players outside the locker room, and you couldn’t help but feel nervous, but not in a bad way. you knew christian would show you how surprised he was.

christian cake out of the locker room, and the second he looked at you, his entire face lit up.

“you weren’t gonna tell me you we’re gonna a come?” he asked as he wrapped one arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his embrace.

“it was a last minute thing”

christian couldn’t help but smirk. he looked down at you, and the two of you just enjoyed the small moment.

“you’re my lucky charm, y‘know?”

“oh am i?”

christian smiled, and leaned in, capturing you both in a soft, and loving kiss.

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note 2 - i have been in such a writing slump, and i truly tried so hard to write this. i’m pretty happy with it, and i think it’s cute, but it is not my best work my any means. with that being said, i hope you enjoyed :)

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being a chelsea fan is hard

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lavender haze pt 2 - christian pulisic

i feel the lavender haze creeping up on me

summary - during your date with christian, you both talk a little bit about your personal life’s, and you two realize that you want to give a relationship between you a try.

pairing - christian pulisic x fem!reader

song inspo - lavender haze (taylor swift)

warnings! - none

word count - 800+

note - again, i’m so sorry i have made this fic so long. i am proud of it though, so there’s that.

also, i tried making this part short and sweet, so i hope you like it!

part one

the second you walked into the restaurant, you immediately fell in love with it. the vibe was amazing, and the smell of the food was incredible.

you got seated at a table and began to look at the menu.

"everything here looks so good, it's impossible to choose".

christian gave you a little chuckle before putting his own menu down.

"i recommend the grilled cheese and fries. it's simple, but there is just something about the way they make it that just makes it so good".

so, just like christian recommended, you ordered the grilled cheese, and he was definitely right about it being amazing.

"so, you play for chelsea, right?"

the question came out of your mouth before you had time to even think what you were saying through. christian looked a little surprised at your question, and blushed a little and hid his face.

you started to panic, hoping you didn't make this entire thing awkward.

"i indeed do, ms swift".

smooth.

"how the- how do you know?"

you were genuinely confused on how he knew. the only time you even talked about your sister was while you were on the phone with her and her name, but taylor is such a common name, so how would he have known.

"your sisters boyfriend come over to the bar last night to get you, and he was not even trying to be discreet about it".

then the events of last night flashed in your head. you and christian both laughed the whole situation off. if you were on a date with anyone else you might have been worried about the public finding out, but it was christian, someone who dealt with the same things as you. plus the two of you got so well together, it was almost like you were normal people, not a famous soccer player, and not the sister of a famous pop singer.

lunch was going great, both you and christian had both ordered vanilla bean ice cream, and you were talking about your lives, and what hobbies you had. you both liked to read and were very much introverts, you both likes board games and harry potter. it was nice talking to him.

just as you were about to get the check your sister texted you.

taylor: you doing okay? make sure you get to the hotel in time for you to get ready, okay?

y/n: we are getting the check now, then we are going to a nearby park for a little. i'll be back in time don't worry.

christian refused to let you pay or split the bill, which was both frustrating and sweet.

once you two got to the park, you found a bench to sit on.

everything was so normal with christian. you had been on many dates in the past, but none have been this casual. most of the time you would go out to dinner, and it was filled with awkward conversations, or the guy would just ask about your sister. it was refreshing to be on a date with a guy who cared about you.

after another 10 minutes, you and christian started walking around the park trail. the flowers were blooming and the weather was perfect. the two of you found the most beautiful fountain, and you threw coins into it making wishes.

next thing you know, christian turns to face you and he places his hand carefully on your cheek, cupping it to bring your face up to meet his. he then carefully connects your lips to his.

it's like he read my wish

christian deepened the kiss. what was once a soft, careful kiss, became passionate and messy. his hand snaked around your waist, as your hand wrapped around his neck.

you just wanted to stay in this moment forever.

but all good things must come to an end.

christian was the one to break the kiss, both of you out of breath. you and christian leaned your foreheads together, smiling like little kids. there was something so magical about the moment. was it because of the fancy fountain in front of you, maybe. but it was a meaningful moment, nonetheless.

"was your wish the same as mine?" he asks out of the blue.

"considering my wish was what just happened, i think it would be safe to say we did, in fact, have the same wish".

you gave christian another peck on the lips before you two started walking back to his apartment.

"how long will you be in london for?"

"my sister has 6 shows here, so i would say like, 2 weeks?"

christian smirks and looks up at the sky. he was already planning more dates with the two of you.

"are you free tomorrow night?"

"only for you, mr pulisic"

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lavender haze - christian pulisic

i feel the lavender haze creeping up on me

summary - you are the sister of the infamous taylor swift. you have always been known as the “good girl” and upholding an innocent reputation. while traveling with your sister on tour, you cross paths with a certain soccer player while in london.

pairing - christian pulisic x fem!reader

song inspo - lavender haze (taylor swift)

warnings! - a little bit of strong language

word count - 2.5k

note - i have no idea why i wrote this if i’m being completely honest

part two

you woke up around 7 am, only about two hours left in your flight. you get up to find your sister who is somewhere on the plane.

it was your first time going on tour with taylor, and you weren't used to the whole private plane situation, being able to get up whenever. you had never really been in the public eye like her. sure you had a level of status and paparazzi was invested in your life, but nothing near what your sister deals with.

you walked closer to the front of the plane to find your sister wide awake and going her makeup. you looked to the other side of the plane to find joe still fast asleep.

"you're up early". she said as she continued putting on mascara.

it was true, you weren't very much of an "early bird". you liked to take your time waking up in the morning, and oyu often woke up around 10 am, never anywhere near 7 am, but you wanted to make sure you were up a little earlier to give yourself some time to wake up more before you landed.

you took a seat across from taylor and scrolled on instagram as she finished her make up.

"so, you excited to go to london?"

you put your phone down to look up at your sister.

"of course! the only time i've gone was for that one school trip in like freshman year. i'm excited that i can actually see the stuff i want to this time, and no have to follow an itinerary".

you and your sister sat in silence, mindlessly scrolling on your phones, and around 8 am joe finally woke up. his hair looked a mess, which earned a giggle out of you and taylor.

training finished a little earlier than scheduled, which of course, none of the boys were complaining.

"hey chris, wanna go to a bar tonight?" mason proposed.

"ben and reece are going, and we're also trying to get joao to go. you in?"

christian hadn't gone out in a few weeks and thought it was long overdue for a night out with the boys.

"yeah, i'm in. just let me know what time you guys are thinking".

"sick, okay".

mason and christian dabbed each other up and finished packing up their stuff from the locker room.

the plane was about to land, and as much and you liked the ride, you were ready to get on the ground. you were just so eager to explore the city. you had the whole day to do so, which made you giddy.

"calm down y/n, we land in like 10 minutes". taylor said, laughing a little bit at your eagerness. you couldn't sit still, it was like the most important thing in your life was about to happen. you had never been more excited for anything in your life. well, that might be on over-exaggeration, but to say you were excited was an understatement.

the plane finally landed, and you were the first one out the door, thanking the pilots and staff.

"finally here!"

having a chill day was just what christian needed. early training days were nice because that meant the boys had the rest of the day to do whatever they wanted. christian had gone out to but things from the grocery, and got to go see a movie, something he rarely did.

it was about 3 pm, and he was on his couch reading a book. mason had said 6 pm, so christian still had a good 2 and a half hours before he needed to start getting ready.

it was moments like these that christian loved. quiet moments, where he could sit and read, not thinking about anything else.

after a full day exploring, you were ready to get back to the hotel. it was only around 3 pm, but a whole day outside was more than enough for you. joe and proposed the idea of going to a bar for dinner and drinks later, which sounded amazing at the moment, but all you wanted to do was lay in your bed and read. you started the shatter me series, which was addicting to read.

time moved faster than you would have liked and before you knew it, it was 5 pm. they were planning to leave for the bar at around 6:15 pm they could get there at around 6:30, so you started getting ready. you didn't want to rush herself, and took your time.

you finished getting ready at around 5:50 pm, which gave you some time to spare, which you of course used to read.

ready? taylor texted, letting you know that she and joe were probably already in the hotel lobby.

yup, on my way down

the second christian got to the bar, he was greeted by his friends.

"there you are, mate! thought you would never show". reece yelled, acting like he was just so late. it was only like 6:09, not even a full 10 minutes late.

christian got a beer and joined his friends at a booth while they waited to order food.

"i was not in the mood to come earlier, but jesus, i'm hungry".

"yeah me too, i'll go flag down a waiter so we can get our order in".

just as mason leaves to get a waiter, people start crowding the front door.

"what the hell is going on?" christian asks, while trying to peer around their booth.

the insane crowd of people made it hard to see. the boys regained their focus back when mason walked over with a waiter.

"what can i get you all?"

as you arrived at the bar, you were met with a crowd of people.

great.

you had gone the whole day without crowds of people or paparazzi, but of course that streak to be ruined.

all good things come to and end i guess.

"just ignore the, lets go find a table. booth good?" your sister acts.

you always looked up to her, especially now and how she deals with all of the fame and crowds of people. you have to deal with it on a certain level, but never to the degree that she does, and you find it more than impressing. while trying to find a table you spot some familiar soccer player.

they play for chelsea! at least i think so.

you didn't know much about soccer, but you knew of some players, and considering your friend kendall is good friends with neymar jr, you knew a good amount.

you brushed the soccer guys out of your mind, only focusing on how hungry you were.

you got a nice booth in the corner of the bar. it was sort of hidden away from everyone, but you were still able to see the entire bar.

a waiter finally came to your table and you were more than happy.

"what can i get you guys?"

you spoke up first, eager to get your order in.

"i'll get a guinness, and then a cheese burger, american cheese, with french fries".

taylor gave you a shocked and puzzled look, but didn't say anything.

"i will have a cheese burger with provolone cheese and chips, thank you" joe said, putting an enphasis on chips as he looked at you.

ever since you met joe, the two of you had a running joke about fries vs chips, and the joke never went away.

taylor had gotten the same thing as you, and the waiter finished writing before walking back to give to order to the kitchen.

"y/n, what the hell, why did you get a beer?"

so that's what that face was about

"tay, i'm 23, not 5"

whenever you went out with your sister, you had never really gotten alcohol, and she still viewed you as this little girl, so whenever you showed any ounce of maturity, she simply denied it.

after about 20 minutes, your food was finally brought out, along with your drinks. you downed the burger faster than both joe and taylor, so you decided to hit the dance floor to pass the time, and now that you had some food in your body, you were feeling 10 times for energetic.

after christian had finished his food he walked over with mason to the dance floor. if there was one thing you needed to know about christian and mason, it was that they would never pass up an opportunity to dance.

christian and mason lost each other, and christian eventually found a girl to dance with. she was quiet a bit shorter than him, around 5'4" maybe.

after about one song, the music cut out. one of the bartenders said that they would try and figure out the problem as soon as possible.

"wanna get a drink?" christian offered. the girl nodded and they made their way over the the bar.

to your surprise, christian came up to you and asked to dance. how ironic. you of course could pass up the offer, and grabbed his hand. your back was pressed up against his chest, with his hand around your waist. you were enjoying yourself, until the music cut out. after the bartender said they would try fixing it, christian offered to go to the bar and get some drinks. how could you pass that up?

christian guided you to the bar with his hand still on your waist. you took a seat and was immediately met with the bartender asking you what you wanted to drink. you ordered another beer, to which christian ordered the same thing.

it was surprisingly not awkward between the two of you. you had realized you didn't introduce yourself, so you made sure to do so.

"i'm y/n by the way".

christian looked to you and gave you a smile.

god his smile was charming. you took a second to really look at his features. everything suited him so well, he was more than attractive.

"i'm christian".

he gave you a wink, and then the bartender came over with your beers.

the two of you chatted for a good two hours, before joe came over to tell you that it was time to leave. you sighed and told him you would be right out.

"looks like i gotta leave."

christian gave a little pout before taking out his phone.

"here, can i get your number?"

you gave him a smile and took his phone to put in your number.

"i'll see you around, y/n".

and with that you got up and caught up to joe and taylor.

christian sat there pleased before realizing who had come to get you.

was that fucking joe alwyn?

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the next morning christian woke up is a massive headache. he and his teammates had stayed out way too late, and he drank more than he should've.

even after all those drinks, christian still managed to remember you. after christian had gotten the chance to wake up a little more, he texted you.

hey, it's christian

this might be a long shot, but do you want to maybe go out to lunch?

christian sat there, anxiously waiting for a response. he knew it was very possible for you to still be in bed considering it was only 9 AM, but there was still a chance you would be up. christian turned on the tv to pass the time, letting his phone go dim while he focused on whatever show was on.

about 5 minutes later, christian's phone lit up.

y/n: yeah, that'd be nice! what time were you thinking?

christian picked up his phone and read over your text, and then read it over again to make sure he wasn't going crazy.

christian: how about 12-ish?

he waited for a response, and patiently looked at the three little dots that appeared on his screen.

y/n: 12 sounds great.

christian liked the message and then gave the address of his apartment.

christian: there is this really good place about 10 minutes walk from my apartment if you just want to meet me here.

you liked his text, leaving christian to his thoughts. he subconsciously started playing out how the lunch with you would go. christian never really go nervous for dates, especially something as casual as this, but you were different. he couldn't place his finger on it just yet, though.

◯︎

you called taylor to let her know that would be out in case she needed you for anything.

"a date? y/n, we haven't even been here two full days, how the fuck did you find someone to go on a date with?"

you weren't going to give her a straight answer, so you just brushed over the details.

"it's just this guy. it's super casual. i'll be back by like 2 okay. love you".

before taylor could protest even more, you hung up the phone. you touched up your makeup one last time before heading out of your hotel room.

you had gotten an uber to christian's apartment, and texted him that you were here.

christian: come on up to my apartment

and with that you headed to his apartment. once you got to his door you gave it a knock. he opened the door, and you tried your hardest not to blush. he wasn't even wearing anything nice, just a simple pair of black jeans, a white t-shirt, and a silver chain. he might have been wearing the most basic outfit, but it looked so good on him.

christian was the first person to break the silence.

"hey".

"so shall we get going?"

you gave him a nod, and you stepped aside as christian stepped out of his door, locking it behind him.

on your way to the restaurant, taylor had called you.

"y/n, are you on your little date yet?"

"yeah i am, what do you want, taylor".

of course she had to call you while on your date, if that's what you can even call this. it was technically a date, but you felt like it was more casual than a date.

"just letting you know that you need to be ready to leave for the venue at around 5 PM, okay? joe said you and him can grab an uber, sound good?"

you agreed and hung up the phone.

"i'm sorry, that was my sister. we have plans tonight and she was making sure i didn't forget". you said with a little laugh.

christian nodded, and the two of you continued your conversation, before christian got a phone call.

"mason, i'm a little busy right now, but what do you need?"

"i know, it's at kai's house, i didn't forget. yeah okay. i gotta go, but i promise i'll be there. bye"

christian hung up his phone and sighed.

"sorry, just mates of mine. i too have plans tonight, and they were just reminding me for the hundredth time".

before the two of you knew it, you were at the restaurant, finally.

knowing joe alwyn, and a sister named taylor? you gotta be fucking kidding me, right?

mason and kai? so he most definitely does play for chelsea.

note - i did not mean for this to be so long, so i do have a part 2, which is linked at the top of this page. so sorry this is unnecessarily long

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i fucking knew it

you’re not a good lier, you know

summary - you and neymar had been best friends for years. you had liked him for a while but never wanted to say anything, until one night…

pairing - neymar jr x fem!reader

song inspo - n/a

warnings! - sorta strong language, but only a little

word count - 1.6k

note - i did in fact write this at like 3 in the morning, so if it’s not the greatest, you know why.

“UNO!” neymar yells.

if this bitch wins one more time, i swear to god

and just like that he wins once again.

“feels good to be me”. he says has he throws his last card onto the table and reclines back into the couch, arms spread out.

you roll your eyes and cross your arms, leaning back into the couch. you, and everyone else, had had enough of neymar winning.

how can one be so good at uno?

“alright, who wants a drink?” leo asks while throwing his cards down on the table.

it was always nice to have leo and antonela over. the four of you usually played board games, watched movies, or just simply hung out and talked. it was always a nice escape from reality.

antonela always joked that it was like a double date, but you never felt that way. neymar and you had been close for years and they would often get together with friends. it just so happens to be that antonela and leo are married, and that neymar and you were single.

although you did have feelings for neymar, but never brought anything up, too scared you would ruin your friendship.

while leo was making drinks and talking to neymar, you and antonela were on the couch picking out something to watch.

“how about knives out? i’ve heard it’s really good”. antonela suggested

“already seen it”. leo yells from the kitchen.

“okay, what about a quiet place?”

“i’ve seen that already” neymar yells

you sit there puzzled trying to think of something no one here has watched. although, you didn’t have much luck.

“let’s just play another board game. how about sorry?”

everyone agreed to antonela’s proposal and as soon as leo finished with making the drinks, you all sat down to play.

◯︎

the game soon comes to an end, and at about 11 pm, you, leo, and antonela leave.

you weren’t ready to go, but considering leo and antonela were your ride, you had no choice.

“thanks for having me” you say as you give neymar a hug.

“anytime, y/n”.

he gives you a kiss on the cheek, and closes the door.

as you get in the car and shut the door, you are immediately met with a dozen questions from the married couple.

“i saw the way he looks at you, y/n” leo expresses. he has been betting on you two to get together for years. he is always teasing you and neymar about it, and has tried setting you two up. multiple times.

“ai, i saw it too. i know that there is something between the two of you”.

you roll your eyes and brush of what they were saying. you might’ve had feelings for neymar, but surly he didn’t feel the same way about you.

neymar sat there in the silence after everyone had left, left to his own thoughts. every time that him, leo, antonela, and y/n would get together, he couldn't help but think about the fact that y/n and his would make such a good couple. he couldn't help but think about how badly he wanted to have her.

"fucking hell"

how could he go everyday talking to her and not once express how he feels. how could he live without being able to say three simple words. every day neymar goes knowing that you could very well be going on a date with some guy that night. he knows that he would have no one to blame but himself if you were to go on a date with someone.

just tell her, neymar, before you loose her to someone else...

that night neymar had started planning out how he would tell y/n how he felt. nothing too crazy, but he wanted to be elegant, but still meaningful and special, nothing too over the top.

neymar must've stayed up till about 4 in the morning planning everything. he had made dinner reservations at a nice restaurant nearby and made sure it served desert, y/n's favorite meal.

"y/n, hey, would you want to go to dinner with me on thursday. there's this place nearby that looked good”.

"yeah! i would love to? is it like a fancy resturant or casual? i don't want to talk into a nice ass place in like jeans and a tank top".

"it's pretty nice, but wear whatever you want”.

"okay cool, noted. i'll see you thursday, ney".

you hung up the phone, and neymar couldn't hold back his little celebration.

"it's a date" he says to himself, still smiling like a little kid.

he still couldn't believe he was going to tell y/n how he feels, that he's loved her for year but never got the confidence to say anything, how he wanted to kiss her at leo's new yeas party, how he wanted to call you his, how he thinks you are the most beautiful girl hes ever met.

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thursday soon came, and as the hours moved on, neymar felt himself growing more nervous.

he had invited leo over to tell him about his plan, and to also tell him about his feelings towards y/n.

"I FUCKING KNEW IT!" leo yelled, getting up from the couch while pointing at the blushing neymar. he hadn't expected anything else from leo's reaction.

"so how long have you liked her?"

"three years.." neymar said shyly. he knew it was a long time, but afraid of ruining everything with y/n, he never said anything.

"THREE YEARS? neymar, how the fuck have you not said anything to y/n?"

it was a good question. to others it seemed ridiculous, but putting all his feelings out there like that wasn't necessarily easy.

you were getting ready when your 30 minutes left alarm went off. you had a reputation for being late so you made sure to set multiple alarms to keep you on track. you were excited to try this restaurant, especially if it was one where you had to dress nice.

you weren't a famous celebrity like your friends were, so fancy restaurants were a rare thing for you.

with 5 minutes to spare, you had finished getting ready. as you sat there waiting you heard a knock at your door. you sat up and smoothed your dress before going to answer the door.

neymar waited for y/n to open the door, with flowers in hand. they were pink and yellow roses, which were your favorite flowers. as soon as you opened the door, neymar's eyes lit up.

you looked gorgeous, no, you looked breathless. your dress hugged you in all the right places, and the heels you were wearing matched your jewelry perfectly. your makeup wasn't anything too crazy, just enough to enhance your features. you truly looked like a goddess.

"you look amazing, y/n". neymar managed to say, bringing himself back to reality. you blushed a little while accepting the bouquet of flowers neymar had presented to you.

"you too".

for some reason it was the slightest bit awkward between you. the two of you had never gone to an event that you needed to dress this nice for, so it was a bit different of an atmosphere.

all neymar could think about was how amazing you looked. it was almost completely distracting him from the reason why the two of you were at this restaurant.

you two were waiting on your food, and were talking about the most random things.

that's one of the things neymar loved about you. you were a person he could talk to about anything. he could talk to you about why apples were the best fruit, and you would not only listen but talk with him about it.

after about 15 minutes your food arrived, and you and neymar took your time to eat. the food was some of the bets that you had ever had. you had ordered a simple cheese burger with lettuce, but it was in fact, the best burger you had ever eaten.

you both finished your food, and neymar proposed that you two go onto the outdoor porch area. he was going to do it. he was going to lay everything out and tell you his feeling, something he had been meaning to do for years.

"y/n, i have something to tell you. i've been meaning to say this for years, and i can't keep it to myself anymore. i love you. everyday i wake up and question myself why i have yet to tell you, which is why i'm telling you right now. i was always scared of ruining our friendship, but the thought of you with someone else killed me. i know that sounds selfish, but it's true. now, i'm not asking you to date me right here, and right now, i just needed to tell you how i felt".

it was like a weight had been lifted off neymar's chest. he had finally said the words he had been meaning to say for years. of course he wanted y/n to feel the same way about him, but the fact that he was able to finally say what he felt was enough for him.

"oh, neymar". y/n said. she was, smiling? it was like she was holding back tears.

neymar started to panic. she was smiling, but tearing up. does that mean she doesn't feel the same way. neymar couldn't think straight. his mind was racing. before he could say anything else, y/n had slid her hand to the back of neymar's neck, connecting their lips into a deep, pationate kiss.

"i love you too"

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Will you write something for Christian again?!!!?! I’m so sad he’s injured I miss him :’( I don’t have a specific idea but if you need one I’ll come up with something!! 💓🌟😚

one thing - christian pulisic

cause you’ve got that one thing

summary - christian and you were merely aquanauts. you had met a couple of times, but never properly. although the two of you had said no more than 10 words to each other, he still managed to catch feelings for you

pairing - christian pulisic x fem!reader

song inspo - one thing (one direction)

warnings! - none, pure fluff

word count - 1.9k

note - thank you so much for your request! and i miss christian too! i hope he is able to heal soon.

“coach berhalter, how many more water bottle do you need filled?”.

you had been working as a managers assistant for the us men’s national team, and apart from being away from your family, you enjoyed it a lot.

you had been a manager for your colleges basketball team which gave you some experience, but getting to be an assistant for the us men’s national team was something you never expected. you weren’t even studying anything in the sports field, in fact, your major was english.

“give me 20. i want them to last a good 30 minutes. thank you”.

you grabbed the wagon of the empty water bottles and started bringing them to the us locker room area. there was a room next to the actual locker room that had supplies, and the water station. you had started filling up the water bottles when you heard someone behind you.

“excuse me, hey, sorry, coach told me to bring you these 5 bottles to fill up”.

you turn around to see christian pulisic holding 5 water bottles, standing there, just a little awkwardly.

“oh, thank you! tell him i’ll be right out!”

christian gave you the bottles and ran back to the field. you finished filling the bottles up and hurried back to the field.

“hey coach, she said she’ll be right out”.

coach berhalter nodded and christian got back to practicing. they team had a good 3 hours of practice, which was good considering this world cup was a big one, and the boys were ready to bring their all. it was england v usa, and tensions were high. they couldn’t loose this.

y/n brought the waters out and like clockwork, all the boys ran to grab a bottle. after everyone had gotten their bottles, y/n made her way to the bench and sat down. she always had to stay relatively close incase coach, or any of the players needed something.

practice has come to an end and the boys went to their locker room to pack up and have a short team meeting. while they were in there, you cleaned up a bit on the bench, and the field, making sure everything was put away and organized.

the boys piled out of the locker room as you were finishing cleaning up. you could hear their loud laughing and music. “we’ll see you tomorrow, y/n” coach yelled.

“see you tomorrow coach!” you yelled back, still cleaning. it was just you on the practice field now. all alone. it was kind of nice though. all quiet.

“hey” you heard a voice from behind you.

“i asked coach if i could practice by myself a bit”.

it was christian pulisic. of course. you had nothing bad to say about christian, he was a nice person from what you could tell, and a great player. you just found it a little ironic that this is your second run in with him in one day.

“okay cool. do you need help setting things up again?”

“yeah that would actually be great if you don’t mind. sorry i’m asking this, i know you just put everything away”.

you could tell christian felt awkward about asking you to take everything back out again. you really didn’t mind though. you knew that these guys would train for 24 hours straight if it meant winning the world cup. it meant everything to them, so helping christian set things back up again was no problem at all.

the two of you started setting up cones and hurdles, placing them into straight and zig zag lines, making sure they were lined up correctly. you got a couple bosu balls out and practice dummies.

christian was practicing independently for a good 30-45 minutes. you sat in your usual seat near the bench and read a book, until christian came over to you.

“i have another favor to ask. can you be my goalie?”

you were taken at back, especially because you had never done anything goalie related before, and you certainly didn’t want to get hit hard.

“i promise i won’t hit you, at least not on purpose”.

you nodded your head and got up to go be goalie. how fun. being a practice goalie was never in the job description, but you have to go off book sometimes.

you spent the next hour practicing with christian. the two of you had done free kick, you obviously being the goalie, 1v1’s, passing drills, and then doing the cross bar challenge. you and christian had a lot of fun, although, you didn’t know if christian got anything out of this. regardless of the practice being helpful or not, the two of you had fun, and you got to know one another better.

“so you majored in english, you went to NYU, you work as an aspiring author, with the day job of working at a cafe? that’s honestly living the life of you ask me”.

“says the one who’s a famous soccer player, living in england, best friends with other famous soccer players, being in the usa men’s national team, and being rich”.

the two of you have a laugh while you get water and cool off. you both start picking up the cones, hurdles, and other random things on the field, putting them into various bags and bins.

“you know, you’re a pretty good player. did you used to play or something?”

“i played all throughout my childhood and into high school. i stopped freshman year of college”.

“oh that’s sick. what position?”

sick? that’s sick? you took a second to process that christian pulisic said you playing in high school was sick, as if that’s not what thousands of kids do in high school.

“center mid”

“i could’ve guessed. your footwork is really good!”

getting complimented by the christian pulisic would be your personality trait for the next, forever.

“this is kind of random, but would you want to go out to dinner tonight. the guys were planning on ordering in, and i’m up for more, you know? plus i think you’re really cool, and i wanna get to know you more”.

holy shit.

christian pulisic just asked you out, in probably the chillest, and most casual way possible. it took your brain to process what just happened. you obviously want to go out with him. who wouldn’t?

“i would love to!”

“okay cool. there is this place near our hotel that looked pretty cool. we could go at like 7:30? would that work?”

so this is for real. you are going on a date with christian pulisic before one of the biggest days of his life. he could be spending tonight with his teammates, but he wants to go out with you instead… unreal.

“that’s sounds great”.

—

christian was running late. he was never early, but definitely never late. he wanted to make sure he was down in the hotel lobby before y/n.

christian was getting more nervous by the second, which was rare for him. nervous christian was not a common sight. he only really got nervous before games, but for everything else, he was also calm about.

christian had wanted to ask y/n out for months, but since they had never really talked, it seemed weird to ask. ever since they first met all the way in august, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her. he didn’t know what drew him to her, all he knew was that she had something in her that he wanted. there was just that sparkle in her eye that he feel in love with.

at 7:25 y/n came down the stairs of the hotel to get to the lobby and christian was mesmerized. she wasn’t wearing anything too fancy, just a simple black slip dress. but there was something about her presence that out christian in a trance. when she finally got to the last step christian walked over to greet her.

“you look amazing! i mean, you are so gorgeous”.

y/n couldn’t hold back her blushing. she couldn’t believe this was real. the whole situation was spontaneous and a little funny, but nonetheless, she was over the moon.

“you don’t look too bad yourself”.

christian was wearing a simple black suit with a white button up underneath. the restaurant they were going to was definitely a fancy one, but not so much so, where they felt underdressed. when the two walked in, they were greeted with an amazing smell of food. it was warm inside, and had an amazing atmosphere.

the hostess seated you two in a booth, and to your surprise, christian took a seat next to you rather than across from you, which made you blush once again.

you had ordered your food and the two of you talked about your lives, simply enjoying each others company. at not point was dinner awkward. you both always found a topic to talk about or a joke to tell.

“so why did you want to ask me out?” you blurt out. the question had been on your mind since you left the field earlier in the day.

christian took a minute to gather his thoughts before he spoke.

“i noticed you a while ago. there was just something about you that i was so interested in, but i couldn’t figure it out. i’ve been thinking about you a lot, and after today, i realized that i do legitimately like you. not to say i didn’t like you before, but today i saw a new side of you. a non-working side of you. you’re funny and nice, and you are definitely a good soccer player”.

you turn to look at the table, trying to hide your dorky grin and blushed cheeks. you didn’t expect to hear christian say he’s liked you for a while. you always thought you went unnoticed on the team.

you didn’t know how to respond to him, not wanting to make things awkward. but as if christian had read your mind, he cupped your face with one hand and pulled you closer.

“you have no idea how long i’ve waited for this”.

and with that, he locks your lips together. the second you kiss him back, christian deepens the kiss. your hand makes its way around his neck as the two of you sit in the booth.

christian was the one to break the kiss, both of you grasping for air. the two of you couldn’t hold in your giggles. your foreheads are pressed together to block your laughing faces from others seated nearby.

you get the check from your waiter, and after paying you two decide to walk around before going back to the hotel.

you’re arms were linked with one another as you two talked. before you knew it, you were back at the hotel.

you gave christian a peck on the lips before walking towards the steps.

“y/n! same time and place tomorrow?” christian calls out. you give him a nod, which earns a shy smile from him.

“it’s a date”.

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have we been here before? - mason mount

i guess things have come full circle

summary - you and mason used to “date” back in middle school, which then led to a more serious relationship in high school, but due to mason pursuing his football career, you two spilt.

now, years later, you two are reunited.

♡︎

pairing - mason mount x fem!reader

song inspo - n/a

warnings! - none, this is straight fluff

word count - 1.5k

note - i will 100% be making a part 2

mason had had a long day. getting back into the season had been hard, especially after the heartbreak of what happened at the world cup.

another loss…

it was hard on all of the guys, but that doesn’t mean that they could just be all sad and not give it 110% for their club teams.

it was, however, nice to get back with the team.

mason had missed all of them a lot, but mainly his two best mates, christian and ben.

“i hate to be the one to say this, but there’s always next time. we had a rough fight, but we did well, lads”. harry maguire says as they all get situated in their plane seats.

after the long plane ride, the boys were finally back in england. yes, loosing the world cup sucked, but being back home was nice.

mason’s sister, stacey, and his mom, picked him up from the airport.

“oh my god, stacey, what are you doing here?” mason said, being more shocked than ever.

his sister lives in australia, and after she and her family came to see mason play, she was supposed to go back to australia, at least that was the plan. but stacey had wanted to surprise mason by visiting england for a little.

the car ride home was nice. he got to catch up with his sister, which was much needed. he also got a moment of peace from all of the craziness in his life, which was very refreshing.

mason didn’t have to go back to chelsea training for another week, so he got to rest and do whatever he wanted for a good while. although mason was excited to spend time with his family and friends, the only thing he could think of at the moment was getting into his bed to take a much needed nap.

you were almost done with your errands, the only place left to go to was the grocery store. you went over your list to see what you needed and headed into the store, list and pen in hand.

apples

grapes

saltine crackers

lemonade

lettuce

tomato’s

shredded cheese

caesar salad dressing

croutons

granola bars

you didn’t need much so it shouldn’t be a long trip.

you were almost finished with your list, only a couple items left when you realized you needed to grab more bread.

you are carefully going over your list and assessing what you had already gotten as you turn to the bread aisle, not paying attention to your surroundings. you collide with someone else’s cart, which shake you from your focus.

“oh shit, i’m sorry! i wasn’t looking where i was go-ing…. mason?”

you stand there, unable to think, but trying to think at the same time.

what is he doing here?

“what are you doing here?” you ask, as if it’s not the most obvious answer. he’s obviously getting groceries.

“i’m getting groceries, and you?”

your mind is racing. it had been 5 years since you last saw him. 5 years since the two of you were dating. 5 years since you were your happiest self.

“doing the same. um. how have you been?”

you really had no idea what to say. for someone you used to know so well, you’re acting as if this is your first time meeting.

“i’ve been good. i just back into town today and wanted to run out to get some things. nothing much though. what about you? are you still into photography?”

photography… he remembered

“yes i am! i’m actually studying photography at oxford, along with english. it’s been a really cool experience. — and what do you mean by not much, didn’t you just get back from the world cup? that’s insane mason! you did amazing!”

“thank you. i tried”

mason couldn’t believe he ran into y/n. all the memories flooded him.

she still studies photography…

mason remembered everything about her. he remembered how she always wanted to be an author, but had the biggest passion for photography. he remembered how oxford was the only school she wanted to go to. he remembered that she had started writing a book their senior year.

her book.

“did you end up finishing your book?” mason asked remembering about her book.

the book was something y/n had put all her time into. she was not passionate about writing it, and mason was ecstatic for her, but she was still in the very early stages of it when they had broken up, so he never got to see it really come together.

“my book?” y/n seemed puzzled. did she forget about it? did she finish it? does she have no idea what i’m talking about? masons mind started wandering. was it weird that i asked?

y/n stood there think for a few more seconds before her eyes lit up.

“YOU REMEMBER?!”

“how could i forget? you poured your entire heart into that book. i never got to see it come together. did you end up finishing it?”

y/n’s smile faded just a little.

“sadly not. i had to put it on the back burner to focus on my studies, and even now i only work on it from time to time. i still want to finish it though.”

this made mason smile a little. hearing that she was still working on her book made him happy. it was like nothing had changed. y/n was still y/n. the only thing is, is that mason is now a world famous footballer, and y/n is a student at oxford.

“i hate to break this reunion up, but i have to finish my grocery shopping and get back to my dorm. my roommate is going to kill me if i’m not home soon. it was so nice to see you mason”.

no.

mason couldn’t just let her leave like he did to her 5 years ago.

“y/n?”

y/n turned back around before leaving the asile.

“can i get your number? i have gotten a new number since senior year and i really want to get together with you some time”.

y/n walked over to mason and he gave her his phone so she could put in her number.

“i’ll see you later, mason”. y/n said, putting a little emphasis on his name.

the second y/n walked out of the aisle, mason did a little celebration dance before composing himself to finish shopping.

—————————————————————————

“would you want to go to the 49 cafe for brunch tomorrow?”

mason had typed and retyped his text about 5 times. why was he so nervous? is just a date. it’s not even a proper date, it’s just brunch, nothing fancy.

delivered.

you were at your desk studying for your upcoming exam in your psych class when your phone lit up.

mason was the name on your screen and your heart skipped a beat. you had hoped he would text sooner than later, but certainly not this early, although you weren’t complaining.

as you read the text you couldn’t help but blush. you pull your knees up on the chair to lean your chin on as you text mason back.

“i would love to! what time?”

you saw the three dots show up almost immediately, which only made you blush more.

“does someone finally have a little boyfriend?” your roommate, emily, asks in a giddy, yet, sarcastic tone. emily has always pushed you to go out more, but being the introvert you were, chose to stay home writing, studying, or editing photos from your photo shoots.

“hmm? oh, no. i just saw a funny video”.

lies.

you had never ever lied to emily, but you couldn’t tell her that you were going on a date with mason mount.

“you’re lying, i know you too well”.

emily hops off her bed and makes her way towards you. you knew you were a bad lier, but no matter how good the lie was, emily would always see right through you.

“so, what’s his name?”

“mason”

emily starts smiling and jumping up and down.

“y/n finally has a boyfriend” emily says in a sing-song type voice while skipping around in a circle like a 5 year old.

“i don’t have a boyfriend, em. it’s just brunch”.

well, i did have a boyfriend.

you hadn’t told emily about mason yet, and you weren’t ever planning on telling her, but being reunited with mason might have to bring you to tell her, but that was a problem for another day.

you look back at your phone to see if mason had texted back the time for tomorrow, and as expected, the blue bubble has appeared.

“11 AM?”

you look at your schedule to make sure you definitely don’t have any classes at that time, and after seeing you have nothing, you text him back.

“works for me”

“perfect. i’ll see you tomorrow, y/n”

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you seem so lonely - christian pulisic

if you’re lonely, come be lonely with me

summary - christian, and usa, is out of the world cup, and you just moved to london after graduating university, confused on what you want to do in life, and being all alone…

pairing - christian pulisic x fem!reader

song inspo - this side of paradise (coyote theory)

warnings! - none

word count - 1.3k

note - hey guys! this is my first fanfic on here, and it’s been a while since i’ve last written a fanfic, so i apologize if this doesn’t seem like my best work. regardless, i hope you enjoy :)

i am also planning on possibly writing a second part if you guys want!

“where’s the train station?” you ask someone as you try to find it yourself. “the metro is that way” the person responds while pointing straight ahead.

i swear i’ve already been there

you’re were still finding my way around london, but it’s harder than it looks. you got around new york so well when you were in college, but this is a whole new city, in a whole new country.

you had been walking for a good while in the direction that the person told me, but didn’t see the train station at all. you were started to think that they might have lied to mess with you, or if they accidentally told you the wrong direction.

perfect… just perfect…

—

“mate you did great. all of you did great. you should be so proud of yourselves” ben says as him and christian are watching an nfl game.

“i know i know, it’s just, i feel like i let the boys down. i could have pushed myself more, you know?”

“chris, you did well”

christian turns back to the tv as he take another sip of his beer. he knows ben means what he says, but it was still going to be hard to get out of this “slump”.

the game soon comes to an end, the bills beating the jets 20-12

“would you look at that, another loss”. christian gets up to throw my bottle away and gets something to eat.

“christian, please. it’s just a football game, and plus they play the lions next, so they’ll surely win. and stop beating yourself up about the world cup, alright?”. christian rolls his eyes and grabs the doritos bag from the pantry.

about an hour goes by, doritos bag empty, and both ben and christian tired. “i’m gonna head out ben. thanks for having me over”

jesus it’s cold. the second christian is outside he’s greeted with the cold, winter air of london and makes his way to the train station.

—

“where is this goddamn train station?!” you mumble to yourself while aggressively trying to look at a map on your phone, which wasn’t working very well since it’s was about to die, and the signal wasn’t great.

“excuse me, do you know where the train station is? someone said it was this way but i’m pretty sure it’s definitely not in fact, this way” you ask a man. he seemed tired and a bit annoyed, but you were getting desperate at this point.

“yeah, i do, i’m actually headed there right now if you wanna just follow me”.

thank god

“oh my god, thank you. you’re a life saver”. he gives a little chuckle and smiles as the two of you start walking. it’s a little awkward as he is a complete stranger, but you were just happy to get headed home.

“i’m christian by the way” he says, breaking the awkward silence.

“i’m y/n. nice to meet you christian”

christian… nice name. and nice looking guy. you hadn’t really noticed how attractive he was, and he was very attractive, and very familiar looking.

soon enough they two of you get to the train station, and you thank christian and go your separate ways, until you realize that you are both going on the same train.

“long time so see” he jokes. christian then takes a seat next to you. it was a little awkward since you two had just seen each other, but you weren’t complaining. better than sitting next to a stranger.

for the first 5-10 minutes, you just looked at your phone, but not really doing anything. opening apps just to close them, checking the time even though you know only 30 seconds have gone by since last checking the time.

“so, what do you?” christian broke the silence. you were kinda glad that he was the one to say something. you wanted to talk to him, but didn’t want to be weird about it.

“well, i’m trying to figure that out. i would love to be a director, and i majored in both film production and photography, and minored in english. at the moment i’m trying to find photography jobs, and i’m working on a script for a movie, although the script is in its early stages”.

you didn’t even realize you were rambling. it had been a long day, and considering you didn’t have any friends in london, and the time difference made it hard to talk to your friends back home, christian become your victim.

“sorry” you realize you gave, basically, you’re entire life story.

“sorry?” christian asks. it was as though he was confused as to why you were saying sorry. sorry? sorry? sorry for over sharing to a stranger at 8 pm on a sunday.

“no need to apologize. and that’s so cool that you’re into all of that. takes a lot of creativity and hard work. pretty sick”.

you couldn’t help but blush a little. you never thought about what you do to be that cool. you always thought what you did was cool, and NYU had an amazing art program, but you come from a law family. your mother is a lawyer, your father is a lawyer, your brother is a lawyer, your grandfather was a lawyer, and so on. of course your family was always proud of you, but there was always an expectation from others to follow in your family’s footsteps. pursuing film production and photography is hard, especially in such a competitive field, and you found yourself working on multiple projects at once, staying up late to work on them, just to scrap all of your work.

so yes, it was refreshing to hear christian say what you did is cool.

—

“this is my stop” you say as the station comes into view. you and christian had talked about movies and books pretty much the entire time on the train.

“hey, um, i don’t know if this would be a little weird, but can i get your number?”

his question caught you very off gaurd.

“sure” you say, not really thinking. the train was pulling into the station and there wasn’t much time to think, so you put your number into his phone.

“see you later, christian”.

—

christian saw the train station coming into view, and as soon as he did his kind started racing.

i want her number, but would it be weird if i asked? she said she was new to london, meaning she probably doesn’t have many friends, plus she’s really nice and i had a nice conversation with her. shit. i don’t have much time. fuck it.

“sure” she says. christian was fully expecting an awkward response, ultimately ending in him not getting the girls number, so her “sure” caught him off guard.

she put her number into his phone and handed it back to him. all he could do was stare at the number and the contact name she had put into the phone. it was like christian was back in high school getting his crushes number. he had a little smile on his face, continuing to just look at the contact.

“see you later, christian”

christian was brought back to reality, and looked up from his phone to see y/n making her way to the train door.

“yeah, see you later” is all he managed to say.

the doors to the train closed, and it was off to the next stop. at around 8:30 it finally got to christian’s stop. it was quiet out, not many people out, which wasn’t unusual. christian was more than happy, and relieved, to be home. there was nothing he wanted to do more than get changed into clean clothes and sit on his couch and do all of nothing.

right as christian enters his house he gets a text

“hey #10”

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