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you and me forever | christian pulisic

had a thought, didn’t turn out great, here it is anyway x

“come on sweetheart, give me one more, I know you can do it.” christian cradled her face with his hand, keeping his eyes on hers till they fell to the back of her head, her mouth dropping open as his name left her lips.

“christian, oh baby, fuck,” she squeaked out, him having successfully worked her through the sensitivity till she was feeling pure bliss again as he moved between her legs.

he looked down between the two of them, marvelling in the sight of her swallowing his cock. little groans escaped from his throat as her warm walls clentched around him and he felt himself approach his high that he had been holding off for longer than he could now bare.

christian drunk in the image below him, her hair fanned out on the pillow, eyes clamped shut as moans continued to leave her mouth.

“yeah? you like that, princess?” he muttered into her ear, not stopping the perfect pace he had built up, hitting her sweet spot every time. the light stubble of his beard brushed up against her skin sending shivers up her body, despite the heat radiating from her skin.

she managed to get out a small whimper making christian chuckle slightly. “my good girl, that’s it, gonna come all over me again, baby?”

his words were all too much for her and with a moan of his name she clenched around him, seeing stars as she hit her high for the third time that evening. the sensation of her pulsating around him paired with the sweet sounds escaping her lips spurred christian on as he finally let his release take over, filling her with ropes of his come as he groaned into her ear.

christian collapsed on top of her causing y/n to erupt into giggles at the heavy weight of her boyfriend laying on top of her. she loved it when he did this, it was almost as though he forgot quite how much he weighed as he nuzzled his face into her neck.

she wrapped her arms around him, bringing one hand up to trace her fingertips across his back, drawing aimless shapes onto his skin and just loving the feeling of his skin under hers. christian equally adored the feel of her fingertips on him as he buried his face further into her neck, softly leaving light kisses over the purple and red marks that had already begun forming from the evening’s events.

after a few minutes, y/n begun struggling with christian’s body on top of her, reluctantly speaking up. “babe, you’re kind of crushing me now.” she giggled, not wanting him to feel bad. she loved the feel of him on top of her but her body couldn’t take it much longer.

christian was quick to use his arms to take the majority of his weight from her before slowly pulling out, enjoying the sight of his come slowly leaking out of her.

he hovered above her once more to plant what he intended to be a singular feather light kiss to her rosey lips, y/n taking the opportunity to slip her tongue into his mouth to deepen the kiss, christian only pulling away when his lips curled upwards as he tasted himself on her tongue. his head spun just as much as her’s from the evening’s activities, completely and utterly in love with her.

christian told y/n to stay put whilst he quickly left the room to get a damp cloth. not even a minute later, he returned and carefully wiped y/n clean, only stopping briefly when quiet whimpers left her mouth at the cold sensation.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart, i’m almost done.” he promised, guilt evident in his voice as he gently wiped at the stickiness coating the insides of her thighs.

she just smiled, “mhm, it’s okay, i suppose it was worth it.” she beamed, christian finishing up and tossing the cloth to the side.

he planted a gentle kiss to her lips, y/n looking up at him as he pulled away, a sleepy smile plastered across his face.

hovering over her still naked body, he couldn’t help his eyes taking over her, taking in every inch of her. she felt the heat rush to her cheeks as they flushed pink once she clocked christian’s gaze, quickly moving her hands down her body to try and cover herself. she suddenly felt self conscious, even if he had just seen every inch of her.

christian shook his head and grabbed her wrists with his hands, pulling them away to place them to the side of her body. upon her face was a sheepish smile at his actions, her eyes fluttering closed every now and then as she struggled to fight the urge to let slumber overcome her.

christian felt his stomach do a flip as his eyes reached y/n’s face once more. he would never get over the way she made him feel and recently all he had been able to think about was making her his forever. so much so, he had gone out and bought her a ring.

the pair had joked before with y/n showing him pictures of rings she liked, but after only being together for just under a year, y/n thought the idea was far too ludicrous to be anywhere near his mind.

she would’ve never expected christian to have bought her the ring that sat tucked away in the box at the back of his bedside drawer.

not the best hiding place, christian didn’t care. he almost wanted her to find it so he would have an excuse to give it to her seeing as he couldn’t pluck up the courage, nor could he find the perfect moment.

as she led underneath him, all he wanted to do was pull out the ring, confess how he wanted to make her his forever and officially do that by asking her to marry him.

his heart fluttered at the thought of her going to bars, to work, just out and about with his ring on her finger. everyone would know she was taken. that she was his.

neither of them were into big romantic gestures, both perfectly content with keeping their relationship fairly private. it was for that reason he found himself contemplating right there and right then, pulling the ring out and asking her to be his forever.

he was snapped out of his trance when y/n uttered his name, eyebrows furrowed together as she watched the expression on his face as his mind went at a million miles an hour.

“are you okay, baby?” his heart melted at the pet name she always called him.

“sorry babe, i was just getting lost in your eyes.”

she let out a small laugh, rolling her eyes. “we both know that’s a lie because i’ve been struggling to keep my eyes open.”

he chuckled at her catching him out. “okay, you got me there.”

“what were you thinking really?” she asked, furrowing her brows slightly as she watched on at her boyfriend looking deep in thought.

christian raised her eyebrows, doing his best to distract y/n with a playful comment. “i was just wondering if you think we could beat 3 tomorrow?”

y/n’s mouth flew open with a gasp as she chucked before replying, “mhm, i think you could give yourself a good run for your money.” she giggled as she felt her heart rate get a little faster at the thought.

after a little longer of laughing and cuddling, y/n reluctantly pulled herself away from christian and the cosy comfort of his bed to head to the toilet. she picked up christian’s previously discarded jersey from the floor and slipped it over her head, breathing in his scent as she padded off, feeling completely and utterly in love with the boy.

christian stayed lay on the bed watching on as she headed into the en-suite. his heart fluttered seeing her wearing nothing but his jersey with his last name and number on the back, a smile creeping onto his face as he thought about the idea of the name on her back becoming hers too.

his eyes glanced over to his bedside drawer as he contemplated what to do next, his mind going crazy. was he really going to propose to her in their bedroom, wearing nothing but his boxers, following an evening of sex?

christian took a deep breath as he pulled back the drawer to his bedside cabinet, easily locating the square black box.

hearing the toilet flush and the tap run, he quickly made the decision, deciding there would be no time better than right now. he closed the drawer and pulled back the duvet, putting the ring down on the mattress behind his back.

christian wasn’t paying much attention when y/n returned, his mind too busy trying to scramble together the right words to ask the biggest question he would ever emit. she climbed in under the duvet to join him, frowning when she attempted to snuggle up into his chest and he didn’t move to welcome her in like he normally did. she looked up to face him, jutting out her bottom lip to give him a playfully angry look.

“excuse me, do i not deserve a cuddle?” she pouted up at him and he felt his heart start to go crazy as he realised what he was about to do.

“chris? are you okay, baby?” she asked, slightly concerned as she tried to make sense of what was going on.

“i just, i don’t want you to be upset that i’ve not made this a big deal. but to me it feels right, there is nowhere i’m happier than when i’m at home and it’s just me and you.” he spoke, eyes fixated on the space between them in the bed as he was unable to look at her.

“did you knock your head when i was in the bathroom?” y/n laughed with a confused look still spread across her face, completely dumbfounded as to what her boyfriend was going on about.

he continued, “i don’t want to do some big grand gesture just for the sake of it because that’s not us.” he gathered us the courage to look at y/n, her nose scrunched up in confusion. “all i want… all i want is you. i just want you, forever and ever.”

she let out a small, unsure laugh. “you’ve got me, baby.” she spoke softly, still perplexed where this had all came from, and where it was going.

“no, you don’t understand.” he took a deep breath before continuing, “i want you to be with me forever, to be the one waiting for me at home when i’ve had a shit day at training, to be the one i look for pitch side when i win a big game… to be the one who looks after me and brings me soup when i’m sick, and not just because that’s all you can cook.”

she let out a little laugh at that before letting him continue.

“i want you to be the one i watch walking down the aisle to me, waiting for you to take my hand and tell me you want to spend the rest of your life with me just as much as i do you.”

all the pieces started to fall into place and y/n’s heart felt like it was going to explode out of her chest. she watched on as christian reached behind him to retrieve the black box, tears filling in her eyes as she clasped her hand over her mouth at the realisation of what was happening.

christian climbed off the bed and walked round to her side of the bed, crouching down onto one knee as he opened the box, a beautiful oval diamond, similar to the ones she had jokingly put in his instagram dm’s, shining in the low light coming from the bedside lamps.

“y/n, baby, will you marry me?” his brown eyes glistened as he nervously looked up at y/n, her eyes now watering too as she stared at the man who she loved with all her heart. suddenly she felt all her dreams coming true. all the time she had spent thinking about starting their own little family together, growing old together. it was all becoming a reality.

y/n let out a sob, tears now streaming down her face as she nodded. she didn't try to say anything, knowing full well the lump in her throat wouldn't allow her to.

a bright smile lit up christian’s face as pulled the ring from the box, his hands just as shakey as hers as he slipped the beautiful diamond onto her finger.

“oh my god.” y/n choked out, her heart feeling like it was ready to burst as she moved her hand back and forth, watching at the diamond dazzled.

he was now her fiancé. his glistening dark eyes were wide with love and his hair a total fluffy mess from y/n’s hands tugging at it earlier on that evening. he looked so beautiful, and she couldn’t believe he was all hers forever.

she opened up her arms and christian gladly met her embrace, pulling himself off the floor and falling into her arms in a cuddly mess on the bed.

“it’s you and me forever, baby.”

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findingnemosworld · 8 months

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𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 - 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐜

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨, 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤/𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. )

[ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ]

"Babe, I'm home! "

Receiving no response had definitely alarmed Christian who’d gotten used to Y/N greeting him at the door with a kiss or an embrace, he looks around the empty apartment with a confused expression – his mind going into overdrive until the sound of a cough followed by a sneeze caused him to frown.

He drops his training back to walk towards the bedroom to find his girlfriend of two years tucked in bed, her face pale with bundles of rolled up tissue paper spread across her. " Oh my god, babe "

" Hi baby " Y/N smiles tiredly, before a fit of coughs erupt from her mouth, she’s quick to cover her mouth.

" What the hell happened? " Christian asks in concern, sitting at the edge of the bed then placing his hand over her forehead, " Jesus, Y/N you’re burning up "

" I’m fine baby, I had a shower, I took my medicine and … " Y/N was interrupted by a fit of coughs. " I’ll be ok "

" Did you eat anything? " Christian asks.

Y/N looks down, growing silent before she murmured. " Yes "

If there’s one thing Christian knew, it was that Y/N would grow silent when she felt the opposite of what she said, " Y/N " he said with a stern tone.

" I wasn’t hungry " Y/N whines.

" You don’t take medicine on an empty stomach " Christian sighs, " I’m going to go and make you a sandwich and some tea, and I will personally feed you myself "

And true to his word, Christian took about thirty minutes and returned with a small tray that had a tea mug, and a cheese sandwich next to it. " Now " he said as he sat down at the edge of the bed, " You’ll finish every bit of the sandwich ok "

Y/N pouts, giving him a puppy look. " But Chris "

" No buts baby girl, finish your food " Christian murmurs and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Y/N begrudgingly ate the sandwich as she slow as she could while Christian stroked his digits through her hair, " What? " she asks with a mouthful.

Christian chuckles, " You look so small in my shirt "

Y/N’s brows furrow as she mumbled, " It’s not my fault I’m born short "

" It’s cute " Christian said, " Cause I get to easily cuddle you when we’re asleep, and … to be fair, whenever you wear my shirts …. " he trails off.

Y/N covers her mouth to cough before shooting him a glare, " Not the time Chris "

Christian smiles, " I know, I know … I was trying to cheer you up "

" Well it backfired " Y/N grumbles, " I don’t even how I got sick, I think it’s because of my nephew " she adds, referring to the visit she made three days ago to her brother’s house.

" It’s alright, you’ll bounce back babe " Christian said, he then makes his way to the bathroom, " I’ll shower and then we can cuddle "

" No baby, you’ll get sick " Y/N interjects.

" Don’t worry babe, I have a strong immunity " Christian remarked.

Christian showered, got dressed then joined her in bed, laughing when he noticed how she had worn a mask, " My sweet girl " he smiles, " For better or worse, you got me "

" I love you " Y/N smiles.

" I love you too " Christian smiles back.

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football-and-fanfics · 1 year

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Rainy day - Christian Pulisic

Who: Christian Pulisic Prompt: Gently waking him up Notes with request: Reader. Maybe you and Christian are on vacation or it’s just a day off. You woke up first and he’s just denying to do it, cause it’s too cold/rainy Requested by: anonymous Warnings: none

For the first time in a while, both you and Christian had a few days off. After Chelsea's busy campaign of late, Potter had decided to cancel training for a few days, and none of the squad was expected back at Cobham until after the weekend. When you woke up that morning you could already hear the rain pouring outside. It had been forecast, but this sounded like much heavier rain than expected. You cracked open an eye, and could see the angry, dark sky through a gap in the curtains.

"Ugh..." You groaned at the nasty weather. Slowly rolling over onto your other side, you now lay facing Christian. He lay on his front beside you, facing you and seemingly still sleeping soundly. For a little while you watched him sleep. His slow breaths, the bare shoulders just visible above the blankets, his hair tousled from sleeping, you took it all in. Christian stirred minutely, groaning softly. A short frown grazed his otherwise peaceful face. "Sshh..." You very gently ran a finger over the tattoos on his arm. "Hmm." Christian suddenly hummed contentedly. "I like it when you do that." "What? This?" You ran your finger over his arm again, teasing against his skin. Christian smiled sleepily, opening his eyes slightly to look at you. "Yeah." "Can we not stay in bed like this all day?" Christian indicated the pouring rain outside. You shook your head. "We have to get up sometime." "No, we don't," Christian grinned. "Might I be able to tempt you with some breakfast?" You ran your finger over his arm once again. Christian looked thoughtful. "Will you be making your famous scrambled eggs?" "Maybe," you teased. "Alright," Christian smirked, propping himself up on one elbow, "you've tempted me." You leaned in to give him a soft kiss. "I'll get cooking, than."

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threelionsgirl · 2 years

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Hey, can you write something about Christian and reader deciding to start trying for a baby because they feel ready for it even though they’re both really young and when they announce they’re expecting they get a lot of hate on social media and decide to tell everyone that the pregnancy was planned, thanks 💙

let's have a baby | christian pulisic

warnings: fluff! but there's a bit of hate on social media, bitter feelings, mentions of sex, nothing explicit

word count: 1923

notes: i finally managed to take some time off to write. college is killing me, but i will write all these imagines i promise xx WAS NOT REVIEWED

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That was one of those mornings you loved the most. It was the morning of the day after the night you and Christian had spent entirely together. It usually happened when he was away for a long time, traveling with Chelsea or the USM NT, he usually came back exhausted, but he always had energy to spend with you.

You would usually stay up all night rolling around on the mattress and killing each other's longing. Mornings were lazy enough to make you miss breakfast time.

You had woken up before Christian, but you didn't wake him up straight away, and you didn't even get out of bed. You were lazy and liked to watch while he slept, his curls messy, his bare chest heaving up and down, you spent some time doing that, not having the courage to wake him up.

You turned the other way and picked up your phone to check your morning notifications. It took a few seconds for you to feel his body behind yours, pinning you to the bed and filling your shoulder with kisses.

"Good morning, Chris!" You smiled against the mattress, and he replied in a lazy voice between kisses.

"Morning." He replied and continued kissing you. You had to give in and dropped your phone on the small table, lying back on the bed and letting Christian get on top of you. His lips deftly tracing a trail of kisses where they passed as his hands massaged the parts of your body he was touching you on. "What were you thinking when you woke up before me today?"

"Hm…" You ran your hand through his hair, tossing it back. "That we have the day to enjoy."

"I realised something." He said, bending down to give you another kiss that almost made you moan.

"What?"

"You don't think this house gets too empty when I'm away?"

You took only a few seconds to think. "Really? I do." The house you bought was big, spacious, comfortable, perfect for hosting family and friends, especially hosting the Pulisic family who came from the USA to visit England, but those gatherings didn't happen often. "Sometimes I think we live in a place that is too big for just the two of us. But is that a problem?"

"Not necessarily a problem, but I thought of solutions: we could move or…" Christian purposely let the sentence die at the end. He had been wanting to have that conversation with you for a while, and that moment seemed perfect.

"Or?" You raised an eyebrow at him, suspicious if he really meant what you were thinking.

"You know…" He chuckled weakly, tucking his head into the curve of your neck.

"Is that what I'm thinking?" You asked discredited.

"Yes."

"Do you really want to have a baby, Christian?" Your nails slid gently down the back of his neck, and Christian lifted his face to look at you. You had touched on the subject of 'babies' before, but it was always something designed for the future, not something you were thinking about doing now.

"Yes, I do." He stared at you with dark brown eyes. "I've been thinking, why not?"

"I could give you a million reasons why not." You let out a chuckle.

"Like what? Are we too young? Are we not married yet? To me, those are all old-fashioned taboos. No one should tell us the right time to do things." His voice was calm and velvety, and he spoke while running the back of his hand over your face. You really wanted to have children with Christian one day, and his arguments at that moment were convincing you more and more that you had no reason to wait. But that still seemed a tiny bit crazy.

"God, what if it doesn't work out, Christian?"

"Why wouldn't it work out?" He left a kiss on her forehead. "We can plan for it. Things usually work out when you plan, right?"

"Right." You agreed, and your lips curved into a mischievous smile. "So, what would really be the first part of the plan?"

He smiled back at you. Christian held the back of your neck before kissing you, your whole body shivered under his and a huge arousal surged inside you.

"That's the fun part." He said, leaving his lips to kiss your neck and moving down to your collarbone. "If we fail at the first part of the plan, we can try again." You sighed, feeling his lips already on your sternum, moving down between the hollow of your breasts. "And again." His mouth was hot on your belly, and the friction of his beard sent vibrations down your lower body. "And again." The more Christian spoke, the more he moved his mouth down her body. "And again…"

When he reached your groin, you could only think that that was perhaps the most genius idea you two had ever had.

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"That's horrible!" You exclaimed, walking across the room from side to side.

"It's not horrible, Y/N." Christian spoke up, he was on the couch, starting to get worried that you would blow a hole in the living room floor from all the walking around.

Time passed, and you were a month pregnant and until that day, only your families and closest friends knew about the baby. You and Christian had finally decided to reveal the news to the world and unfortunately, it was not being very well received by the public on the internet. On both your post and Christian's the comments were the worst, disapproving of the decision you had made.

You sat on the couch next to him, upset. You didn't think you could be so judged for deciding to have a child with the person you loved most in the world. That wasn't fair.

"Yeah, it is, look at that." Christian had already read some of the bad comments on his own profile, but he grabbed your phone, and you hugged your knees, wanting to cry.

user 1: what were they thinking? putting a child into the world is a big responsibility user 2: this is what happens when you don't use a condom user 3: they are too young, they will not be able to look after a child user 4: they are likely to leave the child in the hands of the parents

"Right, it's really awful." He sighed, annoyed. That affected Christian as much as it affected you. All his friends and family took the news well, in fact they loved it and couldn't wait for the baby to be born.

"Who the hell do they think to judge us?" You squirmed. Maybe it was the hormones, but you were angrier than usual. "We have everything under control, don't we?"

"Of course we do." He kissed your temple and slung his arm across your shoulder. You really had planned everything down to the smallest detail right up until the day of the birth. Everything was already scheduled and lined up with Christian's football schedule and your work commitments so that you would have a smooth pregnancy, and he could be there to help you at every possible moment.

Living in that bubble with Christian was wonderful. He treated you like you were made of porcelain, and sometimes you thought he was exaggerating, but it was really cute. As well as the many times he kept stroking your belly or lying on your stomach to try to hear something even though your baby was still the size of a bean. Having to burst that bubble sucked because now you were having to deal with the hate of social media. Would it always be like this now? Would you guys never be able to share anything on your networks again without getting those kinds of comments?

"They don't know shit. These little shits don't know shit!" You cursed angrily, and Christian let out a laugh.

"When did you get so foul-mouthed?" He kissed your cheek, but that didn't soften your expression.

"It's the pregnancy hormones, those comments bring out the worst side of me." Christian hugged you tighter, and it reminded you that he was the one bringing out the best side of you.

"We're going to be great parents, I'm sure of it. These people will swallow those words, you'll see." It was cute the way he tried to calm you down. The anger was always his, he was always calmer, even though he was being affected by the situation as much as you were.

"Why don't we make a statement?" You ask. "I know we don't owe anyone any satisfaction, we're not obliged to do this, but I wanted people to know that we're not irresponsible at all."

"I think that's a good idea, if it's going to make you feel better." He whispered.

"Let's not keep explaining our life all the time to these people, just a reminder that we're not idiots like them, and we use the precious time of our lives looking after them instead of making such nasty comments!" You exclaimed, and Christian can't help but let out a laugh at seeing you so angry and determined.

"Whatever you want to do, I'm with you, baby." Christian intertwined his hand in yours and for the first time since the announcement, you managed to smile.

His idea was for you and him to do a livestream on Instagram, something quick but enlightening. You went into the bedroom to get ready and look a little more presentable, and when Christian opened the live on IG, it took seconds for thousands of people to walk in. You appeared next to Christian as he began to speak. "Hey guys, I'm here with Y/N, say hi baby."

"Hi." You tried to present sympathy and smiled even though you were still shaken, and Christian continued

"I believe you all have seen our latest announcement about our baby." he looked down at your belly and hugged your waist with one of his arms. You were standing while Christian was sitting, and your hands massaged his shoulders. "And we wanted to reassure you by saying that everything is fine."

"We have received several comments, some very concerned, others just interested in making vicious attacks on us. So we have come here to make it clear that Christian and I don't do anything without thinking things through very carefully. Our baby is a completely planned pregnancy and not an accident as most thought, we love each other, we have the support of all our family, and although we are a bit young, we are already conscious adults. We have a large and wonderful support network willing to help us with everything. We had the desire to have a baby, and we achieved it. I guess there is nothing more to say now, just that we are very happy with our decision and that everything has been meticulously calculated. We would be grateful if you could be a little kinder and just celebrate this moment with us."

You felt a relief and huge when you finished speaking and now, yes, it felt like you were going to be able to enjoy the rest of your pregnancy in peace.

"I think my girlfriend has said it all." Christian smiled, and you smiled back at him, completely ignoring the chat comments. Whether they were positive or negative. "That's it, thank you all for your attention."

He switched off his phone and set it aside, pulling you onto his lap. "You feel better, Y/N?"

"You have no idea." You laughed weakly and hugged him by the back of the neck before kissing him.

"When our baby is born, I think I know the next thing we can plan." He said, smoothing your belly, and you looked at him curiously.

"Which one?"

"Our wedding."

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kaihavoc · 2 years

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Little Miss Never Swears ; Christian Pulisic

Recommended listening: All Mine (Slowed + Reverb) - Plaza Warnings: 18+

“How’s the new boss?” Mason chirps around the parmesan-dusted breadstick currently invading his mouth.

“Awful,” you answer glumly. Defeated, you eye the almost-empty bread basket as Mason reaches for another breadstick.

“Leave some for the rest of us, will ya?” Christian says, snatching the last breadstick before Mason can stake his claim on it. Your boyfriend offers you the butter-soaked bread but you decline it with the shake of your head. You're too out of it to enjoy carbs right now.

You feel bad, bringing the mood down at what’s supposed to be an upbeat, end-of-the week dinner with Christian and your mutual friends. Christian had even gone all out by making a reservation at an upscale Italian restaurant for the occasion. But you can't find it in you to do anything other than sulk.

It’s Friday evening and you just got off of work, where your boss had scolded you in front of the entire office. You can feel the tears brimming in your eyes as you recall the embarrassing scene that made you feel smaller than an ant.

“She’s a complete and… witch,” you continue, swallowing back the waterworks. You're so riled up that you would use a stronger word to describe your nightmare of a boss but, growing up in a conservative household, you didn’t often use expletives — even now as an adult.

Beside you, Christian does a terrible job of holding in his chuckle. You brush him off.

“What happened this time?” Mason prods, sinking his teeth into his main course of spaghetti and meatballs.

“She doesn't give me any room to breathe! She’s always hovering over me, giving me zero autonomy in my own job. When I put together a new social media plan for a client, she hates everything about it. If I propose reusing an old plan, she says it lacks intentionality. It’s like, I'm danged if I do and danged if I don't!” you huff.

Christian snickers again, and this time you're unable to ignore your boyfriend’s disrespect. You shoot him a brief warning glare.

“Will you excuse me, boys?” you say to Mason and Ben. The latter had recently joined the table settled next to Mason. Ben's blue-green eyes offer you a sympathetic look. “I need to go to the ladies’ room. Christian, can you help me find it?” You look pointedly at your rather impish boyfriend.

“Of course, baby.” Rising to his feet, Christian snakes his tattooed arm around your waist. Dressed in a form-fitting scarlet dress, you can feel Christian’s fingertips drumming against you as he steers you toward the restrooms. He releases you when you push open the restroom door with your heeled foot.

“I’ll be out here, waiting for—” he begins.

You don’t allow him to finish that sentence, dragging him inside the restroom with you. The space is open and glamorous, filled with the aroma of something sweet, like warm caramel. The lighting is dim and moody, fitting more for a dance club than a bathroom, you note. It’s so over-the-top fancy there’s even a lounging area with a red-cushioned loveseat behind the sinks.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Christian’s unfairly long eyelashes cast a shadow across his chiseled features. He’s so beautiful, you think to yourself and crack a small smile.

At one point, earlier in the summer, Christian had dyed the tips of his lovely brown curls a horrid corn-yellow color—“It looked dope when Jorgi went blond!” Christian explained when you first saw his at-home dye job. And then, to rub salt on the wound, the very next day, he declared he was going to spend the rest of the summer growing a mullet. (“Is this you trying to live out your unfulfilled country singer dreams?” you had groaned.)

It was like he purposely tried to put your unconditional love for him to the test. Of course, you loved him no matter what, regardless of his hairstyle. Some hairstyles just took longer to get used to than others… But now, he’s back to his classic look. The all-American boy you met and fell madly in love with. With his untamed curls and milk chocolate eyes and millions of freckles, you could never get enough of him.

“I don’t appreciate you laughing at my work problems,” you say with a pout.

“Aw, baby, I’m not laughing at your situation,” Christian says, approaching you at a tantalizing slow rate. “I’m laughing because of how sweet and innocent you act in front of our friends. Little Miss Never Swears.” He brushes your hair so that it falls to one side of your shoulder. “Only, I know the truth—how dirty Little Miss’ mouth really is.” As his eyes linger on your mouth, his tongue swipes over his bottom lip. And then he breaks into a smirk.

“It’s not an act. I don’t swear.” You cross your arms over your chest.

“Oh, really?” Christian quirks a thick eyebrow.

“Really.”

“Liar,” he whispers the word into your bare neck, sending shivers down your spine. Slowly, he begins sucking on your supple skin and softly sinks his teeth into your flesh.

“Ch–Christian, wh–what are you doing?” you breathe. It’s reflexive the way your eyes flutter shut as he continues his amorous assault.

In an instant, Christian pulls you along as he walks over to the loveseat. He sits with his back against the arm rest, one leg sprawled across the cushions, the other hanging over the seat. He draws you in so that you’re sitting between his legs with your back flush against his chest.

“I’m proving you wrong,” he mutters darkly. His fingers inch their way down to the hem of your dress, shimmying it up to reveal your stomach and thighs. “We don’t have much time. Mase and Chilly will be wondering where we are if we’re gone too long. You’ll be a good girl and play nice, won’t you?”

You gulp and nod, the tingling in the pit of your stomach intensifying at his mere words. The hold this boy has on you is pitiful. The worst part? He knows it. He relishes it.

“Words, baby. Use your words,” Christian purrs in your ear.

“I’ll be good,” you hiss between your teeth. You reach behind to weave your fingers through his hair when his own fingers brush over that spot.

Chuckling with satisfaction, Christian peels off your lacy white panties and discards the material in the pocket of his jean jacket. He rests his hand on your inner thigh and you’re already writhing with anticipation. Of course, your squirminess doesn’t go unnoticed by the man of the hour.

“Look at you.” Christian clicks his tongue. “You’re a mess and I haven’t even done anything yet.”

“Christian,” you whine, kicking your outstretched legs. “Less talking, more doing.”

“Now, now. Is this how you talk back to authority? No wonder you’re always in trouble at work,” Christian chastises disapprovingly. “That sort of behavior will get you nowhere.”

You roll your eyes. You could give him an earful for bringing up your work, especially at a time like this, but you’re in too vulnerable of a position to risk not getting what you're desperate for. “I need you. Please,” you whimper instead. You lift your hips to meet his cupped hand, the tiny taste of friction not nearly enough relief for you.

“That’s more like it.” As a reward, his fingers work their magic on you, going round and round in a slow circular motion. “Watch yourself in the mirror," he instructs. "Look how beautiful you are when I make you feel like this.”

Obeying, you turn your head to see both of your reflections in the large mirror above the row of sinks. For a moment, your mind flashes with worry of someone walking in on the two of you like this. But then you watch as Christian slips a finger inside of you and all concern dissipates. You moan, needing more contact, needing his sweet lips on yours.

You tip your head back and, as if reading your mind, Christian lowers his, attacking your lips in a passionate kiss. You gasp as he slides in a second finger, never once neglecting your most sensitive spot at the apex of your thighs.

“Fuck,” you whimper, squeezing your legs together only for him to gently pry them apart.

“What was that?” he hums. You can see amusement all over his face through the mirror. “Did you just… swear?”

“No,” you lie. You don’t know why, you’re just too caught up in the mind-boggling pleasure.

Christian abruptly ceases all activity. “There you go, lying to me again," he admonishes. What happened to your promise to be a good girl?”

“Another lie?” you offer. As soon as you say it, you know you shouldn’t have.

“As defiant as ever,” Christian growls. He slides out from underneath you, shrugging out of his jean jacket and setting it under your bum. Roughly grabbing your thighs, he digs his fingers into your soft skin. He dives between your legs, his tongue swirling inside of you.

“Fuck!” you cry, your hand fisting through Christian's locks, grasping onto anything to prevent yourself from shattering entirely.

“Shhh.” The sound vibrates against you, heightening all the delicious sensation of his tongue and touch.

“That feels so fucking—” You’re unable to finish that sentence because while Christian’s tongue is lapping inside you, his nose teasingly grazes that sensitive spot.

“Christian. Christian. Christian.” His name falls from your lips like a heavenly mantra as you ride out your high. When your body convulses for a final time, Christian comes up from between your legs to kiss you lovingly, allowing you to taste yourself.

“Tell me now, who doesn’t swear?” Christian asks, wiggling his eyebrows at you. He straightens out your tight dress before helping you stand you upright.

“Not me,” you reply innocently. Inspecting yourself in the mirror, you smooth out your dress before swirling around and holding out your hand for Christian to return your panties.

“You are so in for it when we get home,” he mutters as he shakes his head. He walks straight out the ladies’ room, denying you your lacy undergarment for the rest of the evening.

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kai29haavertz · 11 months

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It's About Time

WC: 3.5k

Summary: Your in love with your best friend, but he's in a dedicated relationship. Trouble ensues after a Chelsea game.

Genre: Fluff, light (if you could even call it that) angst, it's really hust two idiots pinning for each other.

fem reader, implied german reader but you can skip over that, it's like three lines referencing it.

Don't think they're any warnings, but it was horribly proofread so just keep that in mind.

The first time you met his girlfriend you didn't know what to expect.

A part of you wanted her to be the best person possible for Kai. But another part of you, the small part of you that has loved him since you were kids, wanted her to be just even a little bit mean. Because then you could have justifications for your reservations towards their relationship. You wouldn't want to break them up. Even on the off chance she was mean, she made Kai happy. But at least you would have a justification and would feel better about feeling jealous of their new relationship.

But that wasn't the case.

When you met Sloane, she was anything but mean to you. She was the sweetest person and showed a genuine interest in your life, and that's better than any of his previous girls. But now you didn't have a reason to be disappointed about their relationship. How could you when she was everything Kai deserved in someone? She’s a gorgeous business owner who lived an hour or so from their hometown, sweeter than spice, and loved football. And on top of all that, his teammates adore her. When Kai invited Sloane to her first Chelsea game as a WAG, where you also met her for the first time, you could tell the boys loved her from the start. And it wasn't all of them thinking she was gorgeous, though some of those thoughts definitely were present in some of the teammate's heads. But regardless, they thought she was the best and perfect for Kai.

Though after you first met Sloane, Kai of course had to ask for your input. He did that with everything, saying your opinion mattered the most to him. As much as you wanted to be the one in Sloane's position, you couldn't ruin their relationship, so you did the only thing you could do in that situation.

"I adore her, she's so sweet and I think she's perfect for you." You assured him with a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. But the lighting was dim at Ben's house so you prayed to anyone who was listening that he couldn't see through the facade you put up for him. You did think Sloane was wonderful, that wasn't a lie. You just wished it wasn't the two of them dating, but you'd lost your chance. There was a hint of something in his eyes, probably gratitude for your approval. He gave you a hug and whispered something in your ear, but you couldn't quite catch it over the loud music. You just smiled it off and hoped that was an appropriate enough response, you weren't in the mood to hear whatever he said.

About six months later and their relationship is still going strong. Maybe you haven't moved on from Kai but at the very least you're able to keep your emotions in check.

You’re at another Chelsea game. Only you and Sloane were here on Kai’s side today, which was a little awkward for you. Usually, his sister or mother were here and would act as a sort of buffer for the two of you. Especially since both Kai’s mom and sister have caught on at least a little bit about your slight crush on Kai. Thankfully, neither of them has really called you out on it besides a couple of comments and facial expressions here and there.

But today it was just Sloane and you, and quite frankly, you weren’t sure what to do. Conversations between the two of you weren’t awkward per se, but they didn’t flow as if the both of you have been friends forever.

Before the game starts Sloane suggests that you should get a drink with her. You both make small talk at the bar. You ask her about her business and how it’s going, and she asks you about the latest thing you’ve been designing for adidas. Like you said, she tries to take a genuine interest in your life and that makes it ten times harder to dislike them. It’s impossible. She flips her blonde face away from her head and has a more serious expression on her face.

“So, you and Kai have been friends for a while, right?” The question catches you off guard. What prompted her to ask this? Have you been less stealthy about your crush? Or was she just curious. You had a sneaking suspicion that she wasn’t just asking out of curiosity.

“Yes, we have. We met in primary school; we started becoming friends a couple months after I moved into the neighborhood. And I guess from there we just formed an unbreakable friendship.” You shrug it off, hoping that’s the end of that. You love talking about Kai but you’re afraid this conversation may soon turn into an interrogation.

“Oh okay, that’s cute.” Sloane says off handedly and goes back to sipping her drink. It seems like she’s going to give the conversation a rest when a few minutes later she asks another question. “So, nothing has ever gone on with you and Kai?” You almost spit out your drink. You take a moment to assess her really quickly. Her green eyes are looking everywhere but you. You notice her perfectly manicured nails have almost a death grip on her drink and her hand is shaking ever so slightly.

“Nothing has ever gone on between the two of us, at least not like that. We’ve just been friends our whole lives. No kiss no nothing.” You try to reassure her. She takes a deep breath, and she visibly relaxes.

“Okay,” she says more brightly. She talks to you a little bit more about some problems she’s been facing with her business; but the game is about to start and neither of you want to miss Kai or his teammates’ play so she begins to meander her way to her seat.

“I’ll be there in a moment; I have to take a phone call quickly.” She gives you a thumbs up as you start to walk away.

Truthfully, you didn’t have to call someone. But you just needed one moment to regain yourself before you go out and spend 90+ minutes with Sloane and hope she doesn’t ask you another question about you and Kai. Nothing has ever gone on but the reminder stings sometimes. Especially with all the times you were close.

Last season at some event at one of his teammates' houses, you were both a little tipsier than you should’ve been. But it didn't matter at the time, you were both drunk off of happiness that Chelsea had won again, and Kai had scored a goal. You spent the entire night dancing and you two eventually went over to his house and spent the rest of the evening together. Before the two of you fell asleep you were watching a show in his bedroom with you snuggled up to his side and his arm draped over your shoulder. You felt so safe and protected and loved that in that moment, you swore you were going to pour all your feelings to him. He looked down at you and gave the softest of smiles and you were going to say something.

Of course the moment had to be interrupted by a phone call from someone. And that was the end of that. You couldn’t find the courage to do it when he got back so you pretended like you were asleep and left promptly the next morning.

When you had finally composed yourself you returned to your seat next to Sloane and spent the next 90 minutes cheering for your boys in blue.

The game told the same story as most of the other games this season. A scoreless tie for Chelsea as they continue to fall down the table. Despite it not being the result they wanted, the boys still wanted to go meet up at Ben’s place and hang out for a little bit. You and Sloane get a text from Kai in groupchat with the three of you inviting you to Ben’s place after.

Kai: I might be a bit if you two want to drive over, I’ll meet you there

Sloane: Sounds good!

“I can drive you over if you’d like. I know you drove over with Kai.” Sloane’s face lights up.

“Of course, thank you so much. I adore Kai but he’s going to be in a bad mood, and I’d rather not wait what could be an eternity for him.” You smile at her, and you lead her over to her car.

Ben’s girlfriend opens the door for the both of you.

“The boys should be here within the hour, make yourself at home, there are some drinks outside.” Laila offers it to you and Sloane. You grab some soda from outside and curl up on the couch scrolling through TikTok, waiting for everyone.

By the end of the hour the Chelsea boys start to show up. Kai of course goes over to Sloane and says something in her ear before he makes his way over to you.

“Not the greatest day at Stamford, was it?” He tries and jokes with you. You turn around and wrap him up in a big hug.

“Hey, you played amazing today, I’m sorry the score didn’t turn out the way you wanted it to.” You pull away from him, but he keeps an arm around your shoulder as boys start to talk about random things. It’s oddly intimate considering you’re not his girlfriend and he hasn’t let you leave his side yet. As Kai continues talking to Christian you see Sloane out of the corner of your eye, and you realize this isn’t fair to her.

“Excuse me, , I’ll be right back.” You get up rather abruptly and all but sprint past Sloane. She looks at you with something sad in her eyes.

You walk into one of Ben’s sitting rooms and shortly after someone joins you.

“Oh, hi Christian,” you say surprised. He takes a seat next to you. “Is there anything you need?”

“When are you and Kai going to sort out your problems?” You almost choke on your drink.

“I- what?”

“You heard me; you guys are perfect for each other and yet you always dance around each other,” he stated as you glare at him.

“I’m sorry, but where have you been? If he liked me so much, then why is he dating Sloane?”

“Because he thinks he doesn’t have a chance with you.” Your jaw tightens a little. This conversation is beyond stupid, and you do not want to deal with it. You go to get up, but he grabs your arm to prevent you from moving.

“Well, I certainly don’t have one now because he’s in a relationship and no matter how much I love him I will not get in the middle of it. He is happy with her, and I won’t do anything to damage that.” Christian’s eyes widen at your declaration, and you realize what you said.

“I um- well,” you stammer incoherent nonsense.

“You guys deserve the world and I'm just so tired of you guys dancing around each other.”

“But he’s dating Sloane- “you start to argue.

“That relationship can’t last. And between you and me, I know Mason is trying to show that Kai isn’t being fair to Sloane,” he tries to reason with you as you slump back down on the couch. “Just promise me, you’ll shoot your shot when the time comes.”

“Fine, but if something bad happens I’m blaming it all on you,” you stated to him, and he just shakes his head at you.

“You can do that little German, but I can say with almost a 100% certainty that if they break up and you say something to him, the both of you will be so happy.”

He gets up to leave you alone for a bit.

“Oh and little German? You would make a great WAG. But to be fair, you’re practically one already.” He sees your ears go bright pink at the statement and how your eyes shoot down to the ground to avoid his eye contact. He quietly laughs as he closes the door to leave you be.

******

As the party comes to an end after a couple hours, Kai realizes he hasn’t seen you around since you went to one of the side rooms with Christian on your tail.

“Ready Sloane?” Kai extends his hand to help Sloane up from the couch so they can get over to his place. He leads her to his car and the ride home is tense and someone could cut a knife through the tension.

“Sloane?”

“Just drive.” She responds curtly and goes back to staring out the window. After a few minutes she puts in her airpods to signal she doesn’t want to talk to him right now. As he pulls up to his driveway she rushes out of the car and punches the code into his garage. He takes a big sigh before getting out of the car, knowing what is probably to come for him.

He walks into his house and sees Sloane pacing around the couches in their living room.

“Sloane, love, sit down for me, will you?” She just glares at him before she takes a deep breath.

“No and you know why? Because ever since we started dating you were attached to her hip, and I tried telling myself that it was just my imagination. And for a while I was able to believe that. But every once in a while something would happen between the two of you that would make me think otherwise.”

“Nothing has ever gone on between the two of us,” he tries to protest but the look she sends his way silences him.

“You don’t love me, and that’s okay. Maybe it took me a while to accept that but now I can because I just want you happy, and if that’s with her that’s okay.”

“Sloane, I love you,” he pleaded.

“No, you don’t, you love her, but you don’t think you can have her, so you settled for me.” She snaps at him, not wanting to be hurt anymore. “It’s time you move on from me to her. And it’s time for me to move on from you. We don’t make sense together; we never did, and it took me too long to figure that out. But it’s not fair for any of us involved to continue with this relationship.” She starts to walk out the door and drops the keys to his and her house on the kitchen counter.

“Despite the not so wonderful ending I am glad I met you.”

“I’m sorry it had to end this way,” he admits dejectedly. “I never meant for it to happen like this.” She turns to face him in the entrance.

“I am too, but at least we didn’t drag it out any more than it needed to be.” She opens the door and takes a few steps outside towards her car. “Oh, and Kai? Please talk to her, you two deserve your happy ending.” She walks into her car and drives off.

Kai stands there defeated but knows what he needs to do next

****

It’s late. Almost midnight. And you can’t even begin to fathom who just pulled up into your driveway. Lucky for whoever, most nights you can’t fall asleep until close to 2. A benefit of being a night owl. While walking over you take a peek out your window.

“Is that Kai’s car?” You murmur to yourself while you walk to the door that someone just knocked on.

You hope it’s one of your friends and nothing’s wrong, not really feeling having to run an errand so late at night.

You open the door and sure enough, it is Kai at the front. Eyes cast downward, as if ashamed he’s here so late.

“Kai, to what do I owe the pleasure. Come in, I was just moving stuff around in the kitchen.” He shakes his head at you slightly.

“Leave it to you to remodel in the middle of the night.”

You wink at him playfully. “It’s the late-night tendencies.” He takes a seat on your couch and you finally take a good look at him and see something is wrong. His eyes look bloodshot, as if he’s been crying for the last hour. His right pinky is twitching back and forth, something he only does when nervous. A habit that he mostly grew out of, but clearly not enough if he’s doing it in your presence.

“Kai, what’s the matter?” He looks up at you as you slowly sit next to him. He buries his head in your shoulder, and you raise a hand to it and scratch his hair lightly. He sits there and you let him decide if he wants to talk, not wanting to pry.

“Sloane and I broke up.” He tells you after a couple minutes sitting in silence.

“Oh Kai.” He cuddles deeper into your embrace as you wrap your other hand around your shoulders. You coax him into lying down on the couch on top of you. It’s like the days when you were teens and would watch movies late on the weekends when you couldn’t sleep. He would tease you about being restless but cuddling with him would always make you fall asleep quickly.

You move your nails up and down his back to help him relax. “Do you want to talk about it?” You ask after a couple minutes.

“In a moment,” he mumbles into your shoulder. “Just wan’ to relax for a moment.” His accent is getting heavier, you notice. You continue to move your hand around his back in a soothing way for a while longer before he finally speaks up.

“We broke up because I wasn’t faithful.” You lightly gasp.

“You never touched anyone though,” you try to protest but he just shakes his head.

“Not like that. My heart wasn’t in it, and she realized it.”

He stays like that for a while longer, you look over to the clock and see it’s almost His breathing hasn’t changed so you know he hasn;t fallen asleep yet. With your heart in your throat, you ask the one question you’ve been dying to ask.

“Why wasn’t your heart in it Kai?”

“Schatz-” he starts to protest before you cut him off.

“Kai, love, why wasn’t your heart in it?”

He looks into your eyes before he takes a deep breath.

"Because I love you,” he admits quietly before his head falls down into your shoulder in embarrassment. “Don’t make me say it again,” he begs softly,softly, and you feel a tear run down your shoulder blade.

“That’s a shame, because I quite like how those words sound coming off your lips. Especially when they’re directed at me.” You say quietly and his eyes shoot up.

“You mean,” he trails off slightly.

“Yes Kai, I love you too.” His strong arms wrap around you.

“Say that again, exactly like that. Like you mean it.”

“I love you, Kai. I don’t think you understand how long I've been wanting to admit that for.”

“Not as long as me.” He presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’ve been waiting since we were ten.” You look at him in disbelief and his gaze locks with yours. He gives a sheepish smile.

“So, you’ve been hopelessly in love with me since forever and didn’t act upon it until tonight?” You ask incredulously.

“Thought I never had a chance with you,” he admits with a shrug. “And Sloane said that I should stop dancing around you and find my happy ending.”

“I am sorry you two broke up,” you tell him with a hint of shame. “I never wanted to get in between the two of you.”

“I am too, but it was for the best. And don’t worry about it, it wasn't your fault. It’s my fault for entertaining something that could never truly be.” He moves his head under yours and wraps his arms together around your frame, like he was a kid reaching for his teddy bear in the middle of the night.

“Kai, I love you, but we can't stay like this the entire night.” He pushes you back down as you try to squirm out of his grip.

“Five more minutes Schatz, let me enjoy this.” You shake your head but give in.

“Fine, five more minutes then we’re moving to my bedroom. We have a lot more to talk about in the morning.”

“This is it right? We’re together?” He stares into your eyes, involuntarily giving you the puppy dog eyes. He leans into your touch when you stroke his hair with your hand.

“Yes, don’t worry, you’re it for me and I have no intentions of letting you go.” He lets out a shuddering breath at your confession. He leans in for a kiss on the lips. It’s tentative and sweet and slow.

“I love you Schatz.”

“I love you too.” There’s a lot to discuss tomorrow. More reassurances to give on both of your parts. But for now, you can lay peacefully in each other's arms, without any worries.

#kai havertz #christian pulisic #kai havertz x reader #football imagine #football x reader #football fic #football fanfic #footballer fluff #soccer #football #kai havertz imagine #kai havertz fic #kai havertz fanfiction #kai havertz x y/n #reader insert #reader imagine

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liverpool-enjoyer · 11 months

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footballers finding out about fanfics

requested by anon!! thank you so much for requesting ily <3

leo: hes intrigued, so he clicks on one. if its one where hes portrayed accurately, he'll keep reading n get super invested. but if hes outta character he'll nope outta there n never look back.

ney: dude gets INVESTED invested. he'll legit read any fic that hes in. reacts out loud n says shit like "I WOULD NEVER SAY THAT." may or may not cry over the fluffy neymessi fics.

mbappe: is scarred by what hes seen. mbappe fic writers can not control themselves. seeing what people write about him on tumblr is literally the biggest regret of his life.

erling: kevin does NOT want him to be exposed to the debauchery people write about him so he does everything in his power to keep erling off tumblr. but he can only do so much. when erling does read what people write about him, he screams into a pillow.

sergio: NOT A FAN. who are these random ass people to assume what he does in his free time??? oh and he ESPECIALLY hates the angsty ones cause hes always like "i would never do that to luka >:(("

gavi: hes in the locker room looking at his phone and hes like "?? someone online wrote a story about me??" n then EVERY SINGLE ONE of his teammates is crowding him n trying to pry his phone outta his hands like "NOPE NOPE YOU DONT NEED TO SEE THAT"

robbo: trent dares him to read fanfic about himself and he does it cause he aint no wimp. liverpool fanfic is always super wholesome so him n trent are like "aw 🥹" n they end up reading until the wee hours of the night.

christian: finds out that pretty much all his teammates have fanfics written about them, and anonymously sends the fics to said teammates for no other reason than being an agent of chaos.

muller: cant separate fiction from reality. will literally be angry at lewy for some shit he did in a FANFICTION.

ronaldo: reads ronaldo x reader fics. RELIGIOUSLY. and literally imagines himself in the place of y/n.

#writing this at one am but posting later cause everyones asleep rn #speaking a which im gonna write some fanfiction now #leo messi #neymar #neymessi #kylian mbappe #erling haaland #sergio ramos #modramos #gavi #andy robertson #liverpool fc #lfc #liverpool #christian pulisic #thomas muller #mullendowski

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riahollywood · 9 months

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the morning after | christian pulisic

notes: pretty much just lots of fluffy goodness. warning for overuse of pet names because turns out i just really want christian to call me sweetheart 🥹 enjoy x

rays of sun trickled through the gap where the curtains didn’t quite meet, the light making you stir as you slowly awoke and took in your surroundings, memories from the previous night flooding in.

you had been dating christian for a month and last night he took you to a little italian restaurant where you celebrated the past four weeks getting to know each other and falling well and truly head over heels in love with each other.

from the moment he approached you in the bar to ask for your number, you knew there was something special about that boy as your heart started beating out of your chest as you chatted the night away.

you remembered the way his deep brown eyes stared into yours before he kissed you for the first time. the way he knocked on your door when he picked you up for your first date so he could open the car door for you. the way he looked after you when he took you to bed for the very first time the previous evening, how he had been focused on making sure you were comfortable and concentrated solely on your pleasure in an attempt to make the night as memorable as possible for you.

you rolled over slightly, expecting to meet his body, peel back his arm and settle yourself against his chest. much to your dismay, when you rolled over you were greeted with nothing but an empty space in the now cold bed.

glancing across to his bedside table, you scanned the area for a note, his phone, any sign that could lead you to an idea of where he had possibly left you for. but nothing.

your heart dropped. last night had been perfect and before you fell asleep, you were already looking forward to waking up in christian’s big arms, to be able to cuddle up together all morning as the birds chirped outside.

you couldn’t help the tears that formed in your eyes. had you got things wrong? had he finally got what he wanted from you and left?

you jumped when all of a sudden christian’s bedroom door opened and he wandered in, dressed in a t shirt and a pair of shorts, a tray containing pastries and juices in his hands.

he slowly walked over, unsure if you were just stirring or wide awake. not wanting to risk scaring you, he quietly placed the tray down onto his bedside table.

as soon as he realised you were awake, he climbed onto the bed and got himself comfy back under the duvet, laying down and turning to face you.

“good morning, angel. how’re you feeling?” he asked tenderly, a smile beaming from ear to ear as he thought back to last night’s events. god, he was perfect.

confused by your glossy eyes, christian didn’t give you time to answer him before questioning you again.

“y/n, baby, what’s wrong?” he reached his inked arm out to cradle your face with his hand, his warm skin on yours for the first time that morning sending shivers up your body.

“i thought… never mind, it’s silly.” you sniffled, wiping away a tear that had involuntary slipped down your cheek.

“oh sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he asked, worry now setting in. “do you regret last night?”

you shook your head. “no, definitely not. it was amazing, christian.”

his eyes lit up for a split second but the worry still lingered. “why’re you crying, baby girl?” he asked, voice soft and quiet.

“i just, i thought you had left.” you admitted, glancing down as you struggled to look him in the eyes.

“what? it’s my apartment baby, why would i have left?” he let out a small laugh, slightly baffled.

“i just thought, maybe you had got what you wanted and that was that, you had gone out and that was kind of my sign to leave.” you spoke softly.

christian’s heart broke thinking about those thoughts running through your mind. “oh, no, baby. no.” he pulled you into his chest which you gladly accepted. he nestled his head into your hair before planting a soft kiss on the top of your head. “i’m sorry i wasn’t here when you woke up, i was trying to surprise you with a nice breakfast but i ended up burning everything, hence the running out to buy pastries.”

you laughed at his comment, instantly feeling better. “sorry, i didn’t even think-“

“it’s okay sweetheart, just know i’m never going to leave you, never.” he kissed the top of your head again before you pulled away. “i love you so much, y/n, love you so much.”

you couldn’t hold back a massive smile at his words that he had first admitted to you the previous night.

“i love you too, christian.” you beamed. “how’re you so perfect?”

“i don’t know, could it be my good looks?” he raised his eyebrows, wiggling them playfully.

“hmm, i don’t think it’s that.” you joked back, the irony not being lost on you as you couldn’t take your eyes off his perfect face, moving from his dark eyes to his freckled cheeks to his red lips.

he tightened his grip around you. “let me think, maybe all my money?”

“now you’re getting there.” you joked and he pretended to gasp.

“i’ve got it, it must be for my massive cock that had you moaning my name for hours last night.” your cheeks flushed red at his playfulness as you mockingly rolled your eyes.

“mhm well i didn’t know that when we started dating did i… we’ll just call that a nice surprise.” he grinned at your words, moving his face till it was just inches away from yours. you closed the gap, pressing your lips to his, the warm and minty sensation making you feel dizzy with love. you parted your lips allowing christian to slip his tongue in, his hand having travelled up his shirt that you were wearing to rest at your hip, his thumb gently stroking the bare skin.

christian grabbed your chin and gently pushed your head to the side, allowing him to attach his lips to the soft skin on your neck, planting a singular kiss onto a purple mark that he realised he must’ve left last night.

“looks like you’re going to need to bring out the turtlenecks for a little while.” he teased into your neck, his hot breath sending tingles up your spine as you giggled in response, realising you hadn’t even looked at yourself in the mirror today.

“god, i must look a mess.” you commented, thinking back to the previous night where christian had cleaned you up before dressing you in his top and tucking you into bed so you didn’t have to move.

“you look beautiful, the most beautiful girl i have ever seen and she’s all mine.” christian once again bought your lips together, simultaneously bringing his hand to run a fingers across your knickers which made you flinch.

his eyes widened, “what’s wrong, baby?”

you gulped. “i’m just a little… sore.” you reluctantly replied, not wanting to make him feel bad. he had taken his time with you and been gentle, only deepening his movements when you were completely lost in the pleasure and begging for it. but as much as he joked, the size of him was going to take some getting used to.

guilt washed across his face. “oh, fuck, i’m sorry, did i, did i hurt you last night?” his voice cracked over the last few words.

you immediately shook your head. “no, it was perfect, christian, so perfect.” you reassured him with a kiss. “you made me feel so good. it’s just… well, you’re right. you’re a little big.” you felt your face heat up again as the look of guilt was replaced with smugness on his face.

“we’ll soon get you used to it, baby.” he replied, a cheeky look on his face as you laughed before he brushed his lips against yours once more. “maybe some more cuddles and a bath first?” he suggested to which you nodded, taking the opportunity to wrap your body around his till you physically couldn’t get any closer, cuddling up to your boyfriend till you fell into a peaceful slumber, completely content with life.

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𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐜

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 ( 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐱 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐓’𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 “𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄” )

[ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ]

Erica never believed in fairy tales, sure as a child it was quite facile to be drawn to all the sugar coated sceneries that fairy tales provided, the classic tale of the princess and the prince falling love and achieving the happily ever after - a notion that Erica's parents were more than happy to destroy the day they sat her down to tell her that they were parting ways after what felt like a lifetime of hell, neither one had cared about her yet they seemed to only do so in that moment; pathetically asking if she was ok with it.

She was fourteen, had aged beyond her years and was so detached that all she could muster in that moment was a shrug and before she knew, she packed her belongings and moved with her mother to London as her mother had gotten a job in some law firm while Erica continued her studies up, years had gone by and Erica graduated with an honors in media and relations, however her deep passion lied in photography which lead her to get her first ever job, working for London's very own, Chelsea Football Club.

Everyone in Cobham as well as Stamford Bridge were quite kind and welcoming; however she, due to the emotional distress that her parents had put her through became so shut down that all she could do was muster a fake smile to get her through the day, she barely spoke unless she absolutely needed to, however she was oblivious to the young boy from Hershey, Pennsylvania who had moved to play here, the same boy that seemed to be curious by her.

The same boy, she had no idea will be; the greatest blessing she can ever hope for.

There'd been a common misconception that all football players were sleazy, sex raging addicts and while some definitely fall under that umbrella; Christian Pulisic was different, he'd made the first move to try and speak to her; and despite her cautious, short and rather curt answers, it did not seem to deter him from wanting to get to know her ultimately leading to an unspoken bond.

Break chats turned into food dates at each other's house, turned into movie nights, turned into something that neither one wanted to address by label, instead choosing to be cautious or in this case, he wanted to ensure that she didn't feel pressured.

" Can you believe it? " Erica breaks the silence, as they lied on his couch to watch an old cowboy movie.

" Believe what " Christian responds with a curious tone.

" That we're here, together " Erica mutters, " I .. I never really thought I could find someone that understands me "

Christian was aware of her past as she had disclosed everything to him one night and he held her in his arms while she cried, he smiles at her, " You can believe it, cause I'm not going anywhere "

And he never did, they continued embarking on a bond that can neither be described as a friendship nor a relationship, yet Erica knew that it spanned further than a friendship especially when, one evening while they were out - they sit on a park bench, and from the corner of his eye he noticed how she shivered from the breeze which prompted him to wrap an arm around her eliciting a smile to appear on her lips.

" Erica " Christian said, " I want to tell you something "

" Yeah " Erica responds, " What is it? "

He turns her to face him. " I like you, a lot " he blurts out, watching as her eyes widened. " will you be my girlfriend? "

Erica nods with a tearful smile, as he embraced her into his arms and kissed the side of her head, she murmurs. " You are the best thing that's ever been mine "

That was three years ago and to say that things had been a smooth sail, would be an understatement; the honeymoon stage was long gone, they were ready to take on the hardships of the world together as a couple - and it wasn't easy, she didn't move into his house yet but she spent more time there, so much so that he had an entire drawer of her things; every night after training, they lie in each other's arms and he listens as she slowly unveils more and more about why she became the woman she is today.

" Erica " she hears him murmur, " I promise you, that what your parents did will never happen again, we won't make their mistakes, it won't be easy " he presses a kiss to her shoulder, " but we'll make it work "

Christian was right, it wasn't easy at all.

Arguments ensued about bills, often times they'd come too exhausted and at the slightest discomfort, a fire of a fight begins in which venomous words are exchanged, Erica was young, so was he - they had nothing figured out except for the fact that they lived day by day, and it was hard for sure but she knew, she knew that their love was the only string holding them together, albeit barely with all the cracks that appeared.

One night, he suggested a stroll by the River of Thames and while they walked in pure silence, Erica stopped to truly drink the sight of the many lights across London, Christian stands next to her yet he wasn't looking at the view; rather he was looking at her, as he'd noticed just how dull her look on life used to be but now it was different, she truly and completely believed,

And for that he promised that no matter what, he would always stay, and that included in the bad times.

One night, they had a fight; she barely recalls what that fight was about - something about him leaving his dirty clothes out or dragging dirt in the house, she doesn't remember anything but screams and shouts, verbally venomous words that were spewed in the heat of the moment which ultimately lead her to storm out of the house at around 𝟐:𝟑𝟎𝐚𝐦, it was becoming draining for her to stay in and unbeknownst to her, he followed her right out onto the street.

" ERICA! " Chris shouts running after her.

She barely acknowledged him until she felt herself being tugged back into his embrace, " What! " She yells.

" Are you crazy? " Chris states, " You can't run off like this "

" I ... " Erica's throat dries up, she can't seem to find the energy to say anything which ultimately leads her to grow silent and brace herself for what he will say, or worse, the possibility of a breakup.

But instead, Christian places both his hands on her shoulders to get her to look at me. " Listen to me, I am not going anywhere so don't even think that I'm going to walk away "

" People walk away from my life, they all leave me Chris " Erica cries as she furiously wipes away her tears, " So you should probably go "

" Erica " Christian cuts her off, " When we sat in the park, I remember how we felt - pure and unconditional love that we were both too afraid to admit, me more than you because I knew you'd be scared to dive deep but the truth is, from the moment I saw you in Cobham I knew that I was in love with the careless man's careful and gorgeous daughter "

Erica blinks away the tears, " Chris "

Christian grabs her hand, " I'll never leave you alone, do you hear me? I am never leaving you "

And he never did, they'd taken the chance of the International break to visit his hometown; she'd met his parents and they adored her to bits, his sister showering her with so much love because according her, Erica was the reason for Christian's happiness and in reality, it was the other way around.

All these moments, good and bad, happy and sad had lead Erica to this very moment; where is now dressed in a beautiful form fitting white dress, her hair pinned to the side with a flower pin on top. Christian was styled to the nines with a dashing suit, and behind them stood their loved ones while the rest were seated to witness them solidify their love and after Christian had tearfully expressed her vows, it was Erica's turn.

" A long time ago, I had convinced myself that love didn't exist and that I would be content with living alone " Erica begins with a shaky voice, smiling when Christian squeezed her hand. " And low and behold, a shy but wonderfully kind boy from Hershey, Pennsylvania manages to weasel his way into my heart "

Christian chuckles.

" I tried to push him away but he persisted, he never gave up until I found myself believing in love again, so in front of our family and in front of God, I vow to protect your heart, to love you on the good days, the bad days and everything in between, to never let the darkness consume us and to always lead with purity, love and kindness until death do us part "

The priest smiles, " Do you Christian Pulisic take Erica Maine to be your lawfully wedded wife? "

Christian beams, " I do "

" Do you Erica Maine take Christian Pulisic to be your lawfully wedded husband? "

Erica smiles, " I do "

" Then by the power vested in me and by the state of Pennsylvania, I hereby pronounce you husband and wife, and you may now kiss your bride "

Christian whisks Erica into a kiss as their loved ones clap and cheer for them, Erica pulls back and rests her forehead on his. " I love you " she whispers.

" I love you too " Christian smiles.

Six years later,

" Daddy, Daddy again! "

Six year old Willa whines cuddling up to Christian after listening to the story of how her parents met, " Please, I wanna hear the story again "

" It's too late kiddo, time for you to sleep and besides tomorrow is your first day of school "

Christian and Erica had moved to Milan after Christian left Chelsea in search of a fresh start, Erica was able to get a job at the club as well which made it easy for them to drive to and from work together.

" Ok " Willa murmurs, yawning as she covered herself with the blanket.

Christian presses a kiss to her forehead and tucks her in, " good night baby "

He carefully walks out of the room and heads to the kitchen where his wife was cleaning the dishes, smiling to himself he walks and wraps his arms around her surprising her before she leaned back into his embrace. " Hey you " she murmurs.

" She fell asleep " Christian whispers. " Do you think we can get a few minutes alone? "

Erica hums, " Maybe, if you keep your voice down "

Christian feigns a hurt expression, " I'm not loud " he states, " besides I'm not the one who's like a kitten when I touch her, not that I object by any means " he smirks, laughing when she swats his hand.

Erica turns to face him, " I love you Mister Pulisic, you are the best thing that's ever been mine "

Christian smiles, pecking her lips. " I love you too Missus Pulisic, my most prized girl, after Willa " he murmurs.

" I know " Erica giggles.

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Christian Pulisic masterlist

These are all the imagines I have written for Christian Pulisic (links below the cut). Newly posted imagines for him will be added onto here a.s.a.p.

Last updated: 9 February 2023

Imagines posted in 2020:

Needing a talk with the coach

Hiding an injury

Being cold

"Do you want to be in trouble?"

Getting a reprimand from the coach

"Are you alright? You're so quiet."

"Hey, wake up."

Being left out of the lineup

Headache / migraine

"Get some rest now."

"That wasn't your finest moment, no."

Shivering / trembling

Needing to be woken up

Not being able to sleep

"I'm just afraid that..."

Imagines posted in 2021: (💦= smut imagine)

"I've missed you."

"I am calm!"

Building a snowman together

"I'm fine, stop asking."

"I'm just... not good at that."

Dressing room argument

Argument with the coach (with Thomas Tuchel)

"I'm proud of you."

"Penny for your thoughts."

Needing to be woken up

Sneaking off 💦

"Well, this could've gone a hell of a lot better."

"I could use a hug."

"Oh, damn it."

"Tell me about your day."

Being in a bad mood when arriving for training

"You look like you're about to topple over."

"Here, have my jacket."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to react that way."

"I think you're confusing a hug with a full-blown body tackle."

"Are you jealous?"

"Uhm...no."

"Let me see."

"You don't have to hide your tears from me."

"When did that ever help?"

"Fine, but I'm only doing this for you."

"Don't move."

"Take a deep breath."

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Brace yourselves."

Homesick

"Why won't you just admit something is bothering you?"

"Sometimes I can't believe you're really mine."

Not being able to sleep

Cooking failure

Imagines posted in 2022:

Dealing with injuries (with Thomas Tuchel)

Afternoon nap

Gently waking him up

Imagines posted in 2023: None yet

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new fic‼️😎

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she-lives-in-her-dreams · 1 year

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Swipe City Chapter 5:Dating with a Twist

Disclaimer: I do not know any celebrities in this story. I’ve been super sick for a week; thus, this is not proofread. I’m not from nor have been to London; so, I apologize if I use American terms when writing a Brit character.

Please let me know if you guys have any interest in this story continuing. I’m not receiving a lot of feedback and feel like this story is a bit of a flop.

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Christian is nervous–no, he is beyond nervous. A level of nervousness that he doesn’t know how to describe in English nor in German. It’s Wednesday and in exactly 30 minutes, he is going to be sitting in a small, local pub with Y/N for a lunch date. He is mentally trying to prepare himself for any reaction she may have to his identity.

In a flat across West London, Y/N is nervously fixing her makeup and trying not to vomit. It’s out of character for her to go on a date with man she has never videochatted with much less never even seen pictures of. The thought runs through her mind to cancel the date and ask for a videochat before rescheduling it. The notion disappears as quickly as it appeared–the move to London had been one she promised herself would be about adventures and a fresh start. A clean slate she knows has to include some risks that are out of her comfort zone. Besides, if Chris–hopefully that is his real name– is a serial killer, she did activate her location on her phone, has a secret code arranged with her friends back home, and an agreed upon check-in time.

The 30 minutes past quickly for both Christian and Y/N, and before either knows it the pub is in their views. Y/N arrives first–always one for arriving early to avoid having to approach her dates. She chooses a corner high-top table and quickly texts Chris where she is seated. The pub is not busy at all which makes her sigh in relief and give thanks that Chris asked for a lunch date rather than a dinner when the evening crowd would surely have overwhelmed her senses with all the noise.

Christian arrives at the pub exactly 5 minutes before the arranged time. He checks his phone and finds a missed text from Y/N with information about their seating arrangement. Christian clutches the bouquet of tulips tightly as he pulls the pub’s entrance door. His coffee colored eyes search the corner high-top tables for the lavender sweater y/n said she would be wearing.

The instant they land on the woman in the corner’s lavender sweater, his eyes still. Her head is tilted down looking at her phone. Before Christian can even process what is happening, his feet have moved him across the pub to standing in front of y/n. He clears his throat to get her attention and when her eyes lift to meet his own, Christian feels his breath catch. He has always believed that no matter the color of someone’s eyes, you could tell a lot about the person just by looking into their eyes ; and in this moment, all Christian can tell about y/n from her eyes is that he never wants to stop looking into them.

Y/N hears the clearing of the throat and looks up. In front of her is an absolutely breath-taking man. His boyishly handsome face with the shy smile and dimple cause her heart to race. For a second, there are no words spoken. Christian clears his throat again and forces himself to speak.

“Hi, Y/N. I’m Chris.” The shy smile never leaving his face.

Y/N stands to greet him but hesitates awkwardly. Does she give him a handshake? A hug? What is the tradition for dates now? God, she hates dating.

Christian makes the decision for her as she speaks her name by moving closer and opening his arms for a gentle hug. After several phone conversations and hours of texts, he feels that he knows y/n and a hug is the only acceptable greeting for someone he already feels safe with.

Though the hug is short, it is warm and soothing to both. As the two separate, both recognize the noticeable loss of warmth and comfort.

“It’s really great to meet you in person. I hope you don’t mind, but I remembered you saying you loved these; so, I picked these up for you.” Christian says shyly as he hands y/n the flowers. Her smile widens– she mentioned these flowers during their second conversation when he was trying to figure out which flowers to send his mother for her birthday.

“Wow, Chris! That is so thoughtful of you.” Y/N tries not to gasp–a man significantly younger than her put more effort into their first date than any other man had during a committed relationship.

As the date progresses, Christian realizes the pub is becoming busier. He tries not to panic and attempts to calm himself by remembering he doesn’t get recognized as much as Mason or Reece especially when he is out without them. It’s not that he wants to lie to Y/N, he just knows he wants to tell her in his own nonpublic way.

Christian feels a sense of relief when it is not until y/n is in the restroom that he is approached by an older man asking for an autograph and picture for his young grandson. The interaction is swift and when the man sees y/n approaching the table again, he thanks Christian, winks at him, and promptly walks away. Christian thanks his God for this small miracle.

“It’s getting to be a bit late. Unfortunately, I need to go back to work.” Y/N says with a sigh. It was the one part of a lunch date that had made her hesitate– she had to come to the date in her professional clothing and was limited to a few hours before she would need to return.

Christian smiles a bit sadly. “I hate that it has to end so quickly, but I understand not everyone is off today like me.”

After beckoning the waiter over and handing him his card to pay for their date, Christian swallows the lump forming in his throat. “I had a really great time and would like to see you again, if you are open to it.”

Y/N feels the heat in her face. “I would love to see you again.”

After receiving his card and helping y/n to put her jacket on, Christian escorts Y/N out into the chilly weather to catch her waiting taxi. Already anticipating her next move, Christian rushes around Y/N to open the taxi’s door and help her into it.

Feeling somewhat empowered by the man’s consistent gentlemanly ways, Y/N leans over and presses a soft kiss to Christian’s cheek as she enters the taxi.

“Let me know when you are available.” She whispers after thanking him again for the date.

As the taxi pulls away, Christian touching his kissed cheek, a man steps into his peripheral vision. The man begins to speak causing Christian to turn his head in the gentleman’s direction.

“Son, you have the same look on your face that I had when I met future wife, when my son-in-law looks at my daughter, and when my son looks at his wife. I hope it works out for you because I would love to say I witnessed the first date of Christian Pulisic and his wife.”

Quickly recognizing the man as the guy from the bar who asked for the autograph and photo, Christian responds nervously.

“She is great, but was it really that awkward and obvious it was a first date?”

The grandfatherly man laughs. “You are standing in the cold holding your cheek from a little peck. I think that makes it obvious. Good luck on Sunday, Pulisic. I’ll be cheering for you in more than one way!” The man continues to laugh as he walks away leaving Christian with a glowing red face.

Christian touches his kissed cheek again and thinks how much like a romcom this is turning out to be.

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