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footballxixstars · 10 months

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No More Football Please • Christian Pulisic

Child/Parent Prompt List v.2 • Number 6

“I don’t want to play football anymore.” “What do you want to do?”

“I don’t want to play football anymore,” Your son mumbled out to you and Christian when the two of you were sitting in the living room watching some kind of film together. Looking over at him you saw that he looked all shy and nervous about telling you both this, mainly Christian, like you would both say that he has to continue playing. It’s not like Christian pushed him to play. Neither of you did. The only reason your son plays football is because he begged both of you to be able to play it so it was his own decision and not Christian pushing his own interests on him. Not intentionally anyway. If anything Christian was the one who didn’t really want him to do it. Both of you tried to push him to do other things and explore other interests but he stuck to football and the fact he was now telling you that he no longer wants to do it shocks you. At those words Christian moved his arm that was around you away and sat up more to show that he was listening and ready for this conversation.

“What do you want to do?” Christian asked and your son looked shocked. Shocked and happy. Shocked that you and Christian weren’t arguing with him and trying to make him continue and maybe you should. You’ve put so much time into it and now he no longer wants to do it however deep down you knew that he wasn’t really enjoying it any longer. Plus if your son says that he’s not enjoying it then you don’t want to force him to go to training and games but you do want to talk about it all and not just ask what he wants to do instead like Christian did. Maybe that’s why your son looks so happy but a conversation is definitely needed first.

“Okay, before we or you totally decide what else you want to do or if you actually want to quit football let’s have a conversation about it. Why don’t you want to do it anymore?” You questioned breaking it down with him because you don’t want him to regret this decision in a few months. It would frustrate you if you allowed your son to stop playing football or stop anything really and then later in life he regrets ever making that decision. What if he later regrets it and then resents you for not making him continue? It’s things like that which worries you but if he hates it now you really don’t want to force him to continue.

“Good idea,” Christian said motioning for your son to take a seat on the other sofa. Once again your son looked really anxious about this conversation. He looked calmer when Christian asked what he wanted to do instead but now he’s actually got to talk about why he no longer wants to play football he looks anxious. You gave him a gentle smile hoping that it was reassuring and he would give you the truth and calm down. Neither you nor Christian care too much about why he wants to quit football, however, you are intrigued and want to understand the reasons for it so there is no reason for him to be nervous. Unfortunately, you know that his head doesn't work like that and he will continue to be nervous until the conversation ends but you will do anything to make him more comfortable and reassure him.

“So why don’t you want to do it anymore?” You questioned once again hoping to get the conversation started. It’s not supposed to be an interrogation or feel like one but you know that your son won’t talk without the questions being asked. You know that you have to prompt him with it so that's what you are doing. It’s not supposed to be an interrogation or feel like one. Also with you and Christian sitting on one sofa and him on the other it can probably make it feel like an interrogation and that’s why you’re slouching and leaning back on the sofa. Anything to make this thing seem casual and get your son to talk to you.

“Because- Because it’s not fun. It used to be fun to go to training and play but now everyone is so serious and nothing fun happens. We have to win and if we don’t they all get moody and- and there are no games or laughing anymore. It’s no fun,” Your son said. You remember when he first joined the football team. He was young and he always had a smile on his face and was laughing the whole time. Yes they would do some training drills but the coaches would make fun and games out of it all to keep the kids entertained. A few years have passed since then and now your son plays for a team that is in an actual league and therefore the fun aspect has dropped significantly. Since Christian has played football for years he knew that it would get more serious but he still had fun yet it seems like your son is not having fun and that breaks his heart.

“Do you even like the games?” Christian asked. He remembers the smile your son would have on his face after games and how he would end up babbling to Christian for hours and hours about the game clearly loving playing it. Now though he doesn’t. He tells Christian that it was alright but won’t go into any details about it so Christian was sure that he already knew the answer to his question. Your son was never a competitive person so him not enjoying the competition part of the sport made sense and made sense that he wanted to quit it especially if he wasn’t having fun during training either.

“Yeah,” Your son said not even surprising you or Christian with that answer. You and Christian just hummed not knowing what else to say and it was silent for a few moments until your son spoke up again.

“You always told me to just have fun about it and I’m no longer having fun,” Your son said. And it is true. Both you and Christian had just told your son to not worry about the competition aspect or losing and just have fun because that is the most important thing to you. You just want your son to have fun and if he’s not is that activity even worth doing anymore?

“Do you dread going to training?” Christian asked. He remembers when he was little and he had football training or soccer as he called it back in America. He would always beg his parents to play and take him even when it wasn’t on and when it was on he was bouncing off of the walls excited to go. Even if it was tortuous or repetitive he would still love it because he knew that the repetition would be good because that’s the way he would get better at those basic skills and he needed to be incredible at those simple skills if he wanted to be a footballer one day. He just loved football and would be playing it 24/7 and he may have been that weird kid in school playing real football instead of American football but he loved it. Football was his life. (Until he met you and you had your son). Thinking through it, your son was never like that. Yes, he would play with Christian but not beg every day like Christian did and most of the Christian was the one that initiated playing. Most of the time your son wouldn’t even choose to play except when he asked to start playing for a team but maybe he only asked because he thought that Christian would want him to since Christian plays football. This conversation was making Christian think. Did he really give off the impression that he wanted his son to follow in his footsteps and play football and not do his own thing?

“Yeah. It feels like a chore,” Your son told him. You felt absolutely horrible. How long has your son dreaded going to training? You never wanted him to dread going anywhere and if he was, you wanted him to talk to one of you instantly but that doesn’t seem to have happened. Hopefully he hasn’t dreaded it for long though because that would make you feel so much worse.

“Are you 100% sure you want to stop playing football?” You questioned again. Although you felt like you already knew the answer you felt like you needed to ask again just to be sure. Just to get him to say it himself. For a moment your son thought about it before answering.

“Yeah. I have thought about it for a while,” Your son said sounding the surest that he has throughout this whole conversation. Him sounding like that did reassure you though because he sounded so certain and you knew that he was making the correct decision for how he is right now. Obviously there is a possibility that he will regret it in the future but this was the right decision for now and it would probably be in a few years team that he will actually regret it if ever.

“Okay, we’ll let your coach know,” You told him making a mental note to call the coach tomorrow to inform him that your son was no longer returning to the team and that you wish them the best for the rest of the season. Best leave them on good terms just in case your son ever wants to return however if he ever wants to go back to football you’re certain you would go to a different team. Still best to leave on good terms just in case because you never know who’ll you’ll need or what will happen in the future.

“What do you want to do then?” Christian then asked like he did at the very start of the conversation.

“I don’t know,” Your son solemnly said like he was generally disappointed that he didn’t know what he wanted to do.

“That’s alright we’ll figure it out together,” Christian told him and he was being truthful. The three of you would work out together and find something that he enjoys and wants to invest time in and if not then you’ll have fun allowing him to try different activities. It’s his life and you and Chrostian are only here to guide and help when need be.

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thatsdemko · 1 year

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want one? -c.pulisic

pairing: Christian pulisic x fem!reader

warnings: fluff + baby fever + minor errors

a/n: since my last Christian work got shadowbanned I hope this one doesn’t 🤞🏻inspired by this video

Avery crawls across the floor, Christian sits on the other end patting the carpet cheering words of encouragement for the seven month old.

“come on, Avery! come see uncle Chris.” his mouth hasn’t left a smile since you arrived to Florida a couple hours ago. the second you got to his sisters house your boyfriend has not left his nieces side. needless to say, he’s obsessed with her, and how could one not be? her rolls, eyes, and smile were just all too precious it was easy to get wrapped around her finger.

“good girl!” Christian cheers watching her plop into his lap, he holds one of her toys in his hands, and her little fingers are reaching up trying to bring it to her mouth.

“I can’t believe how big she’s gotten.” you turn to devyn, the most gorgeous mother and Christian’s sister. she nods in agreement watching her big brother play peek a boo with her daughter. the giggles of them both echo around the house.

“they grow up so fast, before you know it she’s kicking a soccer ball around.” devyn chuckles watching Christian’s ears perk up, he picks his head up from the infant, a big happy smile.

“she’s going to play soccer?” he breathed out, almost ready to choke up. he was sure Avery would get into horses considering it was his sisters thing, but never once did he doubt she’d introduce her to the first love of his life— the game of footy.

“you act surprised! she’s got some pulisic genes in her, I’m sure she’ll be just as good as her uncle.” Devyn watches him pick up Avery pressing soft kisses against her skin and he mumbles some words you both can’t make out.

“maybe even better.” you chuckle saying it to just her. you can’t help but feel a certain way watching Christian interact with Avery. he’s always spoiled the little one from across the seas, but being in person with him and her is different. he’s so in love and wrapped around her finger you can’t help but imagine how he would be with one of his own.

“thinking about one?” she whispers, shoulder bumping into yours snapping you from your thoughts. you almost can’t help, but blush a little nodding. you’ve been with christian for a long enough time that children and marriage came up a lot, but the timing was never right. now seeing him with kids, maybe the best time was now.

“can’t help but think about it.” you sigh sinking further into the couch cushions allowing your ovaries to go into overdrive watching him lay on his stomach, feet kicking in the air watching the little girl play with her interactive toy.

“I know he wants one with you, it’s all he ever talks about to me now.” she gets up from the couch as Avery began to fuss a little. she goes off taking her daughter into another room leaving you both in the living room. in some way, you think the little girl knows there’s an important conversation needing to be held.

“she’s so freaking cute, y/n.” he moves to sit next to you, hand resting on your thigh, “I want one.” he whispers carefully watching your response. he knows what you’re about to say, he knows it’s not the right time, and he’s willing to wait. you’re the only one he wants to carry his children.

“I know, me too.” you whisper resting your head against his shoulder, “when can we start?” your words catch him by surprise. you hear his breath hitch a little watching him shift against you.

“y/n, be serious with me.” he says, you sit up off of him giving him a look that he knows you’re being for real. he laughs nervously half unexpectedly because he wasn’t expecting that response, “now? you want to start now?”

“whenever you’re ready, pulisic we can start.”

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lover-222 · 10 months

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The Way I Loved You (C.P Version)

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He is sensible and so incredible And all my single friends are jealous He says everything I need to hear, and it's like I couldn't ask for anything better He opens up my door and I get into his car And he says, "You look beautiful tonight" And I feel perfectly fine

mason was perfect, he was what y/n needed after christian. he was always attentive with her and would bring her flowers, he praised her. mason treated her like a goddess, he would open the door for her every single time.

even when she would open the door by herself, he'd run to her and make her get back in the car and open it for her. his gestures towards her made her heart flutter and she finally felt a different kind of love.

"you guys he's just so amazing, he might be the one" y/n smiled as she talked with her bestfriends.

"you look different y/n you're glowing you look so much more at ease with mason" lilah says then takes a bite out of her pizza.

"she's right!! i'm so jealous y/n, you guys are meant to be he looks at you like he would marry you on the spot" karla said.

y/n thought about mason late at night, he was different. mason was much different than christian. mason was attentive, compliant, and only had eyes for y/n. although he was a rising athlete, he made sure to spend time with her no matter what.

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain And it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name So in love that you act insane And that's the way I loved you

as much as she loved mason, there was a small place in her heart for christian. they were in a 2 year relationship, it was a rocky relationship but they loved each other. both of them had their flaws which ended up with them breaking up. she would even have dreams of him and her going on dates and other domestic actions. she laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling while a tear streamed down her face.

"fuck why can't i forget about you" she silently said while rubbing her temple.

she remembered all the fights they had in the span of their 2 year relationship. the fights were on and off.

"are you kidding me christian? do you think i'm dumb? i saw you with her at the club!!" y/n screamed at him.

"baby i swear, she came on to me i told her i had a girlfriend" he told her as he held her hand.

"stop don't baby me christian, you literally kissed her back" y/n's tears were visible.

another fight they had was due to christian not giving her enough attention. christian and y/n had moved to germany since he was going to play for dortmund. time flew by and he was getting better and better at bvb.

this soon became a problem when he dedicated more of his time on football and the football club. christian had a late night session with the boys. he came back to their apartment at around 10pm, he showered, ate dinner and went to bed. in the span of all that he didn't direct any words to y/n.

she was so fed up with him. they never went on dates anymore or had dinner together. so instead y/n got all ready and headed to the club. she had gone with some of the dortmund girlfriends, she drank and ended up having an amazing time.

she felt so distressed and felt how the alcohol took away her relationship problems. she got home at 2am, and what she didn't know was that christian was already home and in their bedroom.

"where were you?!! you didn't respond to any of my texts or calls!" he said as he looked at her.

"well that's exactly how i feel when you're gone, feels like shit right? besides you're never here anyways christian" she sternly said.

"something could've happened to you are you dumb?" he told her.

"fuck you christian, i'm so fed up with you right now" she said drunkly then proceeded to take of her black heels.

after every fight they managed to not talk to each other, although both of them did not last long. they needed each other, christian needed her in the way that she still managed to support him in this career.

while she needed him in the way of how affectionate he was with her and how he knew her. he knew her well, christian knew her body and most importantly her feelings, heart, and mind.

Breaking down and coming undoneIt's a roller coaster kind of rushAnd I never knew I could feel that muchAnd that's the way I loved you

christian and y/n had their own flaws, but the climax of their fights would end up with affectionate hugs and consensual make up sex.

"i fucking hate you sometimes pulisic" she rolled her eyes.

"but you love me, and i'm sorry i really am" he said as he gave her puppy dog eyes which she loved and always melted for.

"i'm sorry too" she told him as she hugged him tighter.

He respects my spaceAnd never makes me waitAnd he calls exactly when he says he willHe's close to my motherTalks business with my fatherHe's charming and endearing

"look mason i need time okay, i'm sorry" y/n said, she wasn't over christian and couldn't play mason since she knew his feeling were real; he gave her the space she needed.

mason was incredibly charismatic and could pick up a conversation with anybody. this worked out when he would come over to y/n's house. he would even bring flowers to her mom and talk to her dad. y/n's parents loved him, they thought he was a gentleman and clearly showed his love towards her.

he was so loved by her parents that they would ask y/n, is mason coming over? you should invite mason!, how is mason doing? which y/n thought it was silly how much they loved him. they liked christian as well but not as much as they loved mason.

although perhaps that was due to their fights or that one time the couple stayed in y/n's old room and were trying to not make any noise while having sex; although they completely failed at it; and by they it was totally y/n.

He can't see the smile I'm fakingAnd my heart's not breaking'Cause I'm not feeling anything at allAnd you were wild and crazyJust so frustrating, intoxicating, complicatedGot away by some mistake and now

mason was perfect, too perfect to be true. y/n would glance at him when he wasn't looking, he was too good for her.

"i love you y/n" he said as he smiled at her

"me too" she smiled back, she knew it; it's not real.

yes it was a different kind of love and much deserved but she just couldn't stop thinking about christian and his dumb smile. she missed the good times she had with him, back when they wouldn't fight all the time.

she missed his tattooed arms around her and how he would play with her hair as they would be cuddling. she knew she had to tell mason and had to stop leading him on. she thought she would start to love him once they got further into their relationship but it never happened.

"look mason, you're an amazing guy who deserves much more and i'm sorry i just can't give you my love if it's not there; you are truly wonderful and deserve someone who can love you back" y/n told him

"it's ok y/n but are you seriously going to go back to him? he doesn't love you like i do; he'll just hurt you again just like he did before" mason said.

maybe he was right but y/n would have to find that out on her own. she went back to germany to find him. she had too, the urge to find him was too much. she ended up going to dortmund and parked at the club's parking, she waited for him to come out.

after she waited for about 30 minutes, she saw him. there he was, it was that damn smile and his stupid laugh that could be heard. he was laughing at something sancho said, that was until he saw her. she got out of the car and weakly smiled at him, which then made him say bye to his teammates.

"what are you doing here??" christian said softly, he was infatuated by her after the breakup they stopped following each other on everything and kept their distance; although that didn't mean that he stopped looking at their pictures on his phone; he never deleted their pictures together.

"i needed to see you christian, i've missed you" she said as she looked up at him.

"no y/n i'm sorry, i'm so fucking sorry you deserved way better; i was young and two years might not seem as much but i've changed, i wanted to go see you but i was afraid you would reject me; i've missed you much more. if you're willing to give me another chance i promise i'll treat you better" he caressed her cheek while looking at her beautiful eyes; she nodded.

"i missed you pulisic" she said as she pulled him in to a needy kiss.

"i missed you more y/last name" he replied and hugged her tight.

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if you have any requests feel free to comment!! mwuah d <3

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hischierswhore · 1 year

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christian pulisic masterlist

key: ✿= fluff // ✰= angst // ⚠︎= smut&suggestive

oneshots

❖ have you ever been in love? ✰ ✿

❖ late night craving ✿

❖ a day off ✿

❖ skincare nights ✿

❖ red card ⚠︎

❖ a ruined night out ✰

❖ operation: get her back ✰✿

❖ welcome to the family ✿

❖ the official soft launch ✿

❖ i just miss you ✰✿

❖ ‘baby pulisic’ masterlist

❖ drunk calls ✰✿

❖ compression shirt ⚠︎

❖ older ✿

❖ what a time ✰

❖ before you ✿

❖ failed dates ✿

❖ a day in the life ✿

❖ back to december ✰

social media au's

❖ valentine’s day insta au

❖ soft launch insta au

❖ dad!christian insta au

❖ singer!reader insta au

❖ breakup smau masterlist

❖ the eras tour insta au

❖ college student insta au

❖ pregnancy insta au

❖ vacation insta au

❖ coachella insta au

❖ high infidelity smau

#✎ nat's navigation #christian pulisic #christian pulisic fluff #christian pulisic angst #christian pulisic smut

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xaelia-au · 1 year

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fanfictions that own my heart

disclaimer!: i own none of these fanfics, all rights to the awesome writers of them

so when i first joined tumblr i had a hard time to find ff's so i made a list of one's i found and my favs (they're all great)

sometimes there's a second list bc (i have a serious problem) there was just too much material for one post...

also there will probably be some mistakes, just ignore them :)

!this list is ongoing so i'll update it whenever i feel like it (probably never this took me MONTHS smh) so there will be some ongoing series/ oneshots!

formula one / two:

charles leclerc, charles leclerc (2)

pierre gasly

carlos sainz

max verstappen

george russell

alex albon

oscar piastri

arthur leclerc

lewis hamilton

lance stroll

football:

jude bellingham, jude bellingham (2)

pablo gavi

trent alexander arnold

mason mount

jamal musiala

christian pulisic

nhl:

on @xaexaesworld under various tags <3

crying, screaming, throwing up (absolute favorites)

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elmatadorisgay · 25 days

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WIP Ask Game bc idk

doing this bc I've kinda lost ideas for the pyramids for now so here we go

Send an ask about a wip with one(or multiple!) of the questions below!

My Current WIPS(Listing these just by name & with short description of characters/ships involved):

Boytoy Phil(Phil Foden)

Chapter 12(There's Only 5 Beds, Fabio's POV)

Untitled Bravertz(Julian Brandt/Kai Havertz)

Untitled Mueller(Manuel Neuer/Thomas Muller)

Untitled Odegaard/Ramsdale(during international break)

Kiwi(Ben Chilwell/Christian Pulisic)

WIP Questions

Describe the basic plot for the wip

A random snippet from the wip

What's stopping you from finishing it?

Who's POV is it in?

Share the last line you wrote in the wip

Share the funniest line in your wip

Share the last thing you scrapped from it and why

Do you have a title for it yet?

Why did you give your wip the title it has?

What's the current word count and what's your goal word count?

What number draft is this wip on?

What are some hcs for this specific wip?

What other characters are involved?

share something cute/romantic from your wip

Are you planning to make this a series or just a oneshot?

#football #football rpf #writing #ao3 #writer asks #liverpool fc #arsenal fc #manchester city #phil foden #fabio carvalho #martin odegaard #aaron ramsdale #ben chilwell #christian pulisic #julian brandt #kai havertz #manuel neuer #thomas muller

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the-offside-rule · 1 year

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Pov: u started and finished ur Christian Pulisic oneshot and it took all evening only for a 'hiccup' to happen and NOW ITS LOST

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allthemenofmydreams · 3 years

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Talk You Out of It- Christian Pulisic

As Christian is back in the training squad here’s a little imagine that was supposed to be posted on Saturday.

I was a little inspired by the song Talk You Out of It- Florida Georgia Line

I knew y/n had a rough day at work. I could tell by the way she threw her stuff at the front door when she got home. I was sitting watching TV when she came in, so I gave her some space before I said Hi. I didn't want her to get any more upset than she already was. I heard the shower running and headed to our bedroom. Her favorite playlist was playing.

The black silk dress on the bed reminded me that her friends were in town and had planned a night out. Which made me wish she would stay.

"Hey, babe?" I shouted walking toward the bathroom "are you planning on going out?" I leaned against the door frame hoping she'd say she was staying.

The music playing, the steam spreading through the bathroom and the image of her in that black silk dress was driving me crazy.

"I told you the girls are in town and we're going to dinner," she said from the shower.

"Right," I replied, a little discouraged, as I was hoping she would say she was staying. I went back to the living room to continue watching TV. An hour later, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Chris, I'm leaving!" she shouted from the doorway.

"Aren't you planning on kissing me goodbye?" I said with my eyes still on the TV, when I heard her footsteps closer I turned to see her.

She looked gorgeous. That dress sculpted her figure perfectly, the heels made her legs look longer, and the makeup she was wearing brought out her dark brown eyes. Her messy braid just made me want to grab her and make her mine.

"Thinking of getting a new boyfriend?" I teased.

"Maybe" she teased me.

"I won't let you go then" I walked towards her, and wrapped my arms around her waist.

"Well, Mr. Jealous, the girls are waiting for me," she said leaning in to kiss me.

"Why, if you stay we can pretend we just got back from the bar" I traced kisses from her neck to her lobe. I knew it drove her crazy. "We can talk out of it" I whispered.

She shivered at my voice, and my breath ruffled her skin, as much as she denied it, she wanted it as much as I did.

"We can talk about it on my return?" she asked trying to escape from my grip. She was nervous, I loved that after all these years together it still made her nervous. She looked so innocent and vulnerable yet so irresistible.

"It'll be quick baby, I can take you to heaven either fast or slow...you decide." I lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist.

"It better be quick. Because I can't leave like this," she said, pressing her lips into a passionate kiss. I walked over and placed her on one of the tables in our hallway. I gave her all my love. Between kisses and moans, she said, "I hate you."

"I know, but after this, you will love me."

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emwritesfootball · 3 years

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Without You | Christian Pulisic

Could you do an rly sad angst with christian pulisic please where he breaks up with you because he’s moving to england and ur his gf in germany but u don’t find out till the day before he leaves

Word Count: 695

Warnings: just angst xx

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Keine neue Nachrichten. No new messages.

You groaned, rolling back over in bed as your alarm continued to go off. Your arm slapped against the mattress on the empty side of the bed - Christian’s side of the bed. Or... what used to be his side of the bed until three days ago when he’d broken up with you without so much as an explanation.

“Can you at least tell me why?!” You asked brokenly, tears streaming down your face as you stared at your now-ex boyfriend.

Christian looked guilty but shook his head. “I can’t, I’m sorry.”

“Was it me? Was it something I did?”

“N-No!”

“Then what?!” You gave an exasperated sigh, throwing your hands up in the air. “I just don’t get it, Chris! We were happy! At least… I thought we were.” The wheels in your brain kept spinning. “How long have you been unhappy?”

Christian sighed, taking your hands in his and running his thumbs over your knuckles in that soothing way he’d done many times before. “I haven’t. Schatz, I just… it’s over. Can you please just let me go?”

There wasn’t any more fight in you and you sat down on the sofa, numb, watching him pack the few things he’d kept at your place into a box. He knelt down, pressing something into the palm of your hand before giving you one last kiss goodbye.

It wasn’t until the door shut behind him that you looked down to find the key you’d given him all those months ago.

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There were no new messages from Christian for two more days and in a moment of weakness you drove to Brackel. “Is Christian here?” You asked, hating how frantic you sounded.

Sancho looked confused. “No, he’s not. He’s packing.”

“Packing for what?” Your stomach dropped and you thought you were going to be sick, feeling like you already knew the answer before Jadon said it.

“Packing for England. Chelsea’s a day away from signing him - he’s just gotta pass their medical and show up. If he’s not at his place, he’s at the airport or on the plane. His flight’s in...three hours?”

You didn’t waste any time after that, running back to your car and racing to the airport. You didn’t bother going to Christian’s place, knowing that you’d be too late and you didn’t want to miss him.

You barely put your car in park and shut off the engine, catching a glimpse of Christian’s familiar form walking up the steps of the private jet on the tarmac.

“Christian!”

Your ex-boyfriend paused, turning around. You ran towards him, unable to stop yourself.

“You’re leaving?!” The tears were back as you jogged up the stairs, stopping two steps below him. It was the first time the two of you were face-to-face in almost a week and your heart hurt looking at him.

“Chelsea wants me.”

“Why didn’t you say anything? I could’ve gone with you, we could’ve had a life together, we-”

“No, we couldn’t! We couldn’t have a life together because you have a life here and mine is with whatever club wants me, wherever that happens to be.” The remorse was evident on Christian’s face and now you realized that this was what he was trying to avoid.

“You were saving us from this moment, weren’t you?” Christian nodded and you sighed. “Do you know how much pain I’ve been in for the last five days?! I just wanted closure and you could’ve given it to me the day you left me, but instead here we are. I loved you, Christian. I would’ve followed you anywhere.”

“Is it too late for me to take it all back and ask you to come with me? We can figure out the rest, Schatz.”

Christian reached for you but you took a step down, shaking your head. “Yes, Christian. Of course it’s too late. You lost me five days ago when you decided I wasn’t worth an explanation.” Your chest felt like lead but you held your ground. “Goodbye, Christian. Good luck in England.”

With that, you turned and walked down the stairs and to your car, not looking back.

#my writing: christian pulisic #requests: christian pulisic #christian pulisic angst #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic imagines #christian pulisic one shot #christian pulisic oneshot

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footballxixstars · 2 years

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Mini Clone • Christian Pulisic

Child/Parent Prompt List • Number 13

“Daddy I look like you,”

“Daddy I look like you,” was the shrill that welcomed Christian into the house when he opened the door after training. Christian placed his bag on the floor and took his shoes off before making his way through the house to where he heard the shrill come from. There he could see your son standing with a full Chelsea kit on, shin pads and football boots included, plus ‘PULISIC’ and the number ‘22’ on the back of his top. Honestly, he did look like a mini Christian the resemblance between them both is uncanny. You carried him for 9 months and your son grows up to look like and act exactly like Christian, how is that fair? It is adorable though so you can’t complain that much about any of it.

“Are you ready for a game?” Christian said, grabbing one of your sons' tiny footballs and started to roll it around his feet. Your son just giggled as he tried to tackle Christian to get the ball off of him. You just stood to the side for a bit watching the little scene smiling to yourself. That was until your son begged you to join in too so the three of you went outside to play a bit of football with your son showing off some skills that Christian had taught him to do.

*****

“Daddy I look like you,” Your son giggled when Christian was shaving. Christian turned away from the mirror to look at your son who had shaving cream all around his face wanting to shave just like Christian was currently doing. Letting out a breathy laugh Christian grabbed your son and placed him on the counter with the sink so he could clean him up. Your son, however, had other plans and was just looking at Christian expecting him to shave him too after all he did have the cream all over his face which Christian still doesn’t know how he did that without Christian seeing him at all yet he did. Pretending to use the razor to shave your son's face. He was using his finger and placing it in a way that your son would think that he was getting shaved with the actual razor and not just Christian's finger. During the whole thing, your son stayed still as well making sure that Christian wouldn’t accidentally cut him even if the razor wasn’t getting used on him. Once Christian had finished shaving himself and ‘shaving’ your child he grabbed a towel to clean both of their faces off before moving out of the bathroom to go and play with some toys. Actually toys and not shaving cream and a razor.

*****

“Daddy I look like you,” Your son said as he ran into the room. Christian’s eyes turned to your child giving them his undivided attention. His eyes were instantly drawn to the explosion of colours over his arms and it was instantly clear what he was trying to do. Obviously Christian has tattoos covering one of his arms and your son wants to copy everything Christian does and has wanted tattoos covering his arms too and of course he could've gotten the child tattoos which could easily be cleaned off. That would’ve been an idea Christian and yourself would’ve enjoyed but the one your son came up with you hated. His arms were coloured in various pens that are not easy to wash off, especially from the skin. It was going to hurt scrubbing it all off but it couldn’t stay on either at least your son would learn his lesson from it though.

“Do you like it?” Your son asked again, actually sounding proud of himself. They were good drawings but it would be better if it was actually on paper and not his own skin.

“You know the pens are only for paper. Come on we’ve got to wash it off,” Christian said sternly, grabbing your child’s arm and bringing them straight to the bathroom to get it all off.

“You could’ve used your tattoos if you wanted some,” Christian added onto the end once he saw that your son had tears falling down his face. Christian did feel bad being that strict but your son has to learn that he can just draw on himself, that the pens are only for paper. In response, he got a sad nod so Christian picked them up and carried them to the bathroom wiping the tears off their face and trying to let them know that he wasn’t exactly angry but still they can’t just draw on their arms to get tattoos. Also, he did make sure to grab the children's tattoos too though so he could put them on him if he still wants tattoos like his daddy too.

*****

Christian just knows that he has to watch everything that he does now because at any moment his son can decide that he wants to copy Christian and he's bound to get into some trouble over it. Now he has to watch every move he makes, every step he takes and every word that he says.

MASTERLIST | MORE PULISIC

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thatsdemko · 1 year

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lie detector - c.pulisic

masterlist part two

requested: n

parings: Christian pulisic x athlete!reader

warnings: just a cliff hanger + it’s short

a/n: I’ve had this idea in my head for so long and yes don’t worry there will be a part two! whether you voted y or n on my poll here it is hehehe

you dated Christian years ago. things ended on good terms, and you couldn’t have been happier for each other. you never deleted the photos from your Instagram, as you must have forgotten they existed, so when the World Cup was going on, people were digging deep on Christian and found the old photos that still lied on your account. ever since then, you’ve received numerous follows, dms, and comments.

you weren’t someone who wasn’t used to cameras. in fact, you played for the United States women’s national soccer team. you were used to being framed next someone like Alex Morgan or Megan Rapinoe. you just never expected to be sitting in your current interview hooked to a lie detector being asked the question you dreaded the most.

“you dated this man right here, correct?” Linsey horan pushed the photo in front of your face allowing you to get a closer look at the brown eyed and brunette haired captain of the United States men’s soccer team.

“Yes, that’s Christian pulisic.” you said, you tried hard to remain calm, but you could feel sweat starting to build up at your forehead watching Lindsey giggle at the card in her hands.

“do you regret breaking up with Christian?” she set the card down shooting you a look, “I so badly want to know the answer.” she rested her chin against her knuckles anxiously awaiting for your response.

“umm,” you chuckled nervously trying to stay still so the reader could get a good indication on your pulse, “yeah I do. he was truly an amazing boyfriend and I wish him well in whatever comes next for him.”

Lindsey shot her head immediately over to the reader who nodded, “she’s telling the truth.”

“yes! the internet is going to go psychotic.”

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christian saw the interview. his family, friends, and teammates had all sent him the video of you and Lindsey doing the lie detector test.

“he was truly an amazing boyfriend and I wish him well in whatever comes next for him.” the words replayed in his head like a broken record. he couldn’t get those words out of his mind, it had been over a week since the interview and he was so hung up on it that the next move he made, he didn’t even know he did it.

“hello?”

“is it bad that I miss you?”

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rubendiasworld · 2 years

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𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐞:

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@footballxposts - Masterlist

@bbychilly - Masterlist

@goldenskyeng - James Maddison Masterlist

@goldenskyeng - Baby Blurbs

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@footyblurbs - Masterlist

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@emwritesfootball - Masterlist

@movnts - Masterlist

@masnmounts - Masterlist

@chilly-me-softly - Masterlist

@chilly-me-softly - Blurbs

@masonmountblog - Masterlist

@footballxixstars - Masterlist

@mountswhore - Masterlist

@benchvlwell - Masterlist

@dee192 - Masterlist

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football-rambles · 3 years

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Love You Goodbye - Christian Pulisic

Based on One Direction - Love You Goodbye. For the One Direction Series, which can be found here.

Disclaimer: This is all fictional purposes. Possible swearing:)

Christian was standing in the hallway of his house, staring at the photo that was stuck on the wall.

It was a photo of him and Y/N at his sister’s wedding. It was one of the sweetest one of the two of you together, it was something his mother wanted and had it made up one day and it had been centre piece of the hallway since.

The photo was a year old, and it showed how happy you both were.

Were being the word.

Now the two of you shared sadness and anger.

Christian remembered the tears streaming down her face during the last fight.

“Why do you have to be so inconsiderate Y/N? You know…I don’t even know how we thought this being engaged thing was going to work! We’re not even at alter and I already feel tied down to you!” Christian yelled.

“Why can’t you just say you don’t want to be with me anymore then!” Y/N yelled back, tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t believe the hatred that Christian was looking at her at this point and she didn’t know why.

Both knew that they couldn’t do this.

Y/N left that night and said she needed time alone, Christian didn’t even question he just let her walk out the house that day.

That was a week ago.

A week where Christian threw himself into training, trying to avoid his house, knowing that there we’re pictures of two of you together. He even stayed at Bens a couple of days before, staying at Kai’s the only reason he came home was the fact that his girlfriend was making snide comments on the way he treated Y/N.

Christian sighed as he took one look back at the photo of the two of you before walking back into his kitchen, he poured himself a small glass of vodka which was very rare for the footballer. He pulled the glass up to his lips and knocked it back before he was going to head to bed.

He just got to the foot of the stairs when the doorbell rang. He turned around and walked over to the door before pulling it open.

“Y/N” Christian breathed, eyes wide not expecting to see you standing there.

“Hey Chris.” Y/N said quietly.

Christian looked at Y/N and saw how good she was looking; it was like something was…different with the outfit. It was that moment he realised that she wasn’t coming back home.

“Why are you wearing that to walk out of my life?” Christian spoke, voice so close to breaking.

“Christian…let me come in.”

Christian opened the door wide enough for her to walk in and followed him in the open hallway that was left exactly how Y/N remembered it last week.

“Are you going to drag this out?” Christian asked.

“I…I just want to talk.” Y/N spoke quietly.

“That never ends well.” Christian chuckles, trying to lighten the awkwardness in the room.

“Chris. I don’t want to hurt you.” Y/N says as she looks down at her boots.

“This isn’t working?” Christian asked, not wanting to hear the answer.

“We can’t keep doing this, it’s just not working. I felt better when we weren’t together, maybe this is how it should be.” Y/N whispered.

Christian throat clenched as he swallowed a few times before he spoke.

“You’re done fighting?”

“I’m afraid so.” You say sadly, as you looked down at your feet.

Christian looked at you and nodded “Then I guess so am I.”

It was quiet for a few moments, Christian bit his lip as he didn’t want to show his emotions until you were gone. He was too stubborn to let his emotions out in front of you.

You nodded as you gave a small smile and started to walk towards the door as Christian’s chest tightened painfully.

“I’ll come and pick my stuff up later.”

“Don’t leave Y/N” Christian spoke before he could stop himself.

“Chris-”

“Stay, just for tonight, let me just be with you, one more time if you’re going to walk out my life”, Christian stood up and stared into your eyes.

You were quiet for a few minutes as you nodded.

He pulled you in softly and kissed you softly.

It wasn’t long before you ended up upstairs in the bedroom you once shared, clothes flying off as you both made your way to the bed. When you hit the bed at the back of your legs Christian slowly lowered you onto the bed.

Even though you had done this a million times it felt different this time. The two of you soaked in everything because they knew it would be the last time. How many times had you did a quick session before bed? Tonight, was different. Tonight, things were slow and dripping in want but neither of you sped anything up.

“I love you” you breathed as you laid bare under the covers, turning your head towards Christian.

“I love you too.” Christian replied, as he looked at you.

“Forever?” You asked as you turned on to your side to stare at him.

Christian nodded “forever.” He replied.

You smiled and turned over to face the window, as you snuggled up to Christian, wiping your tears that now started to fall, as Christian wrapped his arms around you and kissed your shoulder it wasn’t long until you were asleep.

You woke up before Christian, you moved his arm slowly, as you slipped out of the bed you shared for the last time, as you wrapped yourself around and went to the bathroom to sort yourself out ready for the day.

You left the bedroom to find Christian sat on the edge of the bed. He looked at you for a moment, as you walked across to a suitcase that stood in the corner of the room.

“This is it then?” He spoke, as he watched you throw some stuff in the suitcase.

You nodded as you threw in your hair straighteners. “It’s better to get it over with, I mean I will come back rest.” You speak.

Christian nodded and left to go in the bathroom.

You placed the two big suitcases in front of the front door, as you turned around to see Christian walk down the stairs, you could see he was trying to avoid eye contact with you.

“Goodbye Christian”, You speak softly as you pull him in for a hug and take his hand as you place your engagement ring in the palm of his hand and tightened his hand, so it didn’t fall.

“Goodbye.” He spoke as he looked at the ring before clasping his hand shut again.

You walked out to your car and loaded the suitcases in as you walk to the driving side and slipped in the seat, you looked back at the open door, Christian stood where you left him, knowing he wouldn’t want to come any closer.

Tears slowly running down your face as you pulled yourself together, you turn the key in the ignition and started to pull away from the house you once shared happy memories.

#christian pulisic #football imagines #football one shots #football imagine #football one shot #football oneshots #football fanfiction

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penguintransporter · 3 years

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Part II. Read it with whoever you want it to be and I apologise if it’s a bit rushed, I kinda need to edit it, but I am too tired.

PART I

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As soon as he closes the doors behind the two of you, the music from the inside of the house quiets and with each step that you take it becomes quieter and quieter until it was just a buzz in your ears, fighting against the deafening silence between you and him.

Yet, as you two walk out on the empty street, you realise how much you miss the times like these. How much you miss the two of you and all those times when you would sneak out, spending your night away chatting about things you found interesting.

If only you have kept your mouth shut.

He is quiet the entire time, his face expressionless as he sticks his hands back in the pockets of his trousers, looking at his expensive shoes. You mouth is dry, you want to say something, anything, but your mind is blank as you look everywhere but him.

“Your date might wonder where you are,” you mutter quietly – hand reaching out to touch your earring yet again. It was an awful habit, but you couldn’t help yourself.

He gives you a look as he shrugs once, “She’s not my date. Denise works for the club.”

For some reason, you expected his voice to sound defensive and protective, but it is not. Instead, it’s calm and collected.

“That’s not an obstacle for dating someone,” you answer, your eyes looking down at your pointy shoes. “It’s just a little bit of sneaking around and a bit of bureaucracy.”

He never gives you an answer but rather a harsh glance before he runs a hand through his hair.

The silence sets upon two of you again and you hate it. You hate every second of it with every fibre of your body.

You cannot comprehend.

How is it possible for two people who used to be best friends to become strangers?

To be unable to say something, to hold a conversation?

How is it possible for two people to just stop caring for one another?

But you still care, and that was what is killing you. You still care – more than you should; more than you can handle.

“Look, Y/N,” he starts, turning around to look down at you – his eyes searching yours and he finds them almost instantly. “What I said inside, I…” he starts – body tensing for a slight of a moment and even if he doesn’t show it, you can feel it. “I’ve been thinking a lot about what happened that afternoon… about us.”

Your heart flutters for just a second, reaching out for surface, takes a short breath, but then it stops and sinks back. Sudden feeling of weakness overpowers you and you find yourself walking towards the raised foundation of the high railing, sitting down – not caring that you might get your dress dirty.

“There’s no us,” you whisper back, looking away and towards the empty road that stretched in front of you. “You wanted this—”

“—oh no!” he interrupts suddenly and you can hear a trace of bitterness in his voice but it was nothing compared to a bitter taste in your mouth. Still, he makes sure to stay calm even if you know that deep down he is getting furious – that was one of the things he was good at. “Out of all people, you should know that I never hold back when I’m disagreeing with you, Y/N. I’ve did it before and I will do it now.”

“You know what I mean,” you answer, trying to keep your voice steady, but he just shakes his head a little.

“There was always us. A different kind of us, but nevertheless…” he trails off, “so don’t push all the blame on my side of the plate because you know very well that eight months ago I was committed to someone else.” You open your mouth to say something, but he interrupts you by lifting his index finger as he breathes out. “What were you expect me to do? Before that you—I didn’t understand...”

“What?” you urge, looking up at him as he rubs his face once again before leaning against the wall next to you, crossing his legs at his ankles.

“How could you be quiet about it for so long?” he finally answers, and you steady your gaze – eyes moving over his profile as you struggle with the fact that he is so beautiful. “You had the worst possible moment.”

“Would I have mattered if I said something earlier?”

“Maybe...”

“Oh shut up, H/N,” you whine as you get up from where you were sitting. Your shoes are uncomfortable and you can feel the pulse in your toes, but you try to keep it cool as you fold your arms across your chest.

“You don’t believe me?” he asks, surprised by your outburst as you get the sudden urge to laugh out loud.

You shake your head. “How can you expect me to do? Have you ever given me any kind of sign, a lead? How many girls of yours have I met, H/N? All of them, and how many times have I planned out a date for you and bought presents? Many, many of them,” you huff, unable to breathe properly. “For fucks sake,” you start quietly, “you even had sex with that dark-haired girl and then called me to pick you up in the middle of the night when you realised she has a boyfriend. That doesn’t validate your maybe, H/N. Not even a bit.”

“Okay, okay—“, he starts but you shake your head, riled, agitated, annoyed.

Not with him, but with yourself.

For letting you fall so hard that it was impossible to pick yourself up.

“It is not. If there was ever a maybe, you would have acted differently,” you add, your voice reaching the normal octave. “I was tired, H/N. Every person has a limit, and that afternoon I reached mine. I waited, hoped that one day, you might miraculously see,” you laugh at your own misery before continuing, “see me differently for once, but I should have known. Life isn’t…” you sigh, “well it doesn’t matter now. I do regret that I said anything, but I am not regretting what I felt, what I still feel—“

You quickly close your mouth, taking a step back when you realise what you just said.

You said too much.

Idiot.

Stupid.

“Y/N…” he speaks quickly, walking closer to where you stood, trying to keep your balance. “Do you still—You just said,” he reaches out, catching you by surprise and you nod slowly – eyes fixed on where his arm was touching your forearm.

But then you remember how it felt to be left to sit alone in your apartment. How much it hurt when he slammed the doors, deciding to erase himself out of your life as if he was never a part of it. All the suffering, all the tears – desperate drunken calls and texts that have been unanswered; mutual friends taking up his side.

Eight months of wondering.

Eight months of suffering.

“I do,” you voice your thoughts, looking up.

His eyes don’t move – they are still boring into yours and you can see a flash of something run across his face.

“I want to—,” he starts, swallowing, “Do you think we…”

You shake your head – whatever that was left of your heart shutting off completely. “Please, stop there. Don’t even dare to continue, plea—”

“Y/N…Why are you— “

“It hurts, no?” you quietly ask, watching him – those eyes, the shape of his eyebrows, curve of his lips.

He nods only once, trying to keep his composure but for the first time in the entire evening, you see the glimpse of the person you used to know, and it breaks you because you want nothing more than to kiss him, to leap into his arms, to fill yourself up with unspoken emotions that are floating inside your empty chest.

But you don’t.

And you know, deep down, that you never will.

“Nothing will disturb my heart and spirit; nothing will perturb me giving pain; – He’s who’s been in love will not retrieve it; He who’s burnt will not be lit again. “ – SY

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imma-queencard · 3 years

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Masterlist!

[Ft. Female Reader X Male Idol ]

★Me?

Aish. She/her. 01liner × Med school.

Stans: Exo,SHINee,Svt,NCT,aespa,ateez,skz,txt,Riize,RV,Gidle

Ult bias: Yuta, Wonwoo, Onew 🫦

★My favs ↓ (links attached to the sections below)

Who owns you? (Mafia yuta)

Hello stranger! (Prince Kai)

I just wanna kiss (Professor onew)

I'm so curious yeah! (Detective key)

Nct

Oneshots/scenarios:

Yuta

1. Claiming what's mine (vampire)

2. Teaser // Who owns you(1) (mafia)

Lucas

Make a wish (Demon)

Jaemin

What Am I to You? (ceo)

Svt

Oneshots / scenarios:

wonwoo: phil + osophy=Me & You [steal your heart]

Timestamps.

17:30// Wonu // Wonu looks so soft & comfy

21:30// Wonu // would wonu love you if you were worm?

23.35// Jeonghan // Exam stress

Skz

Demon felix! Yandere.

SHINee

She chose me. Did she?

- Red lights (hyunjinxyouxfelix)

Oneshots/scenarios.

Onew/Lee Jinki

The beauty and the beast (part one)

The beauty and the beast(part two)[M]

The beauty and the beast (final) [M]

I just wanna kiss [professor]

Key/Kibum

1. I am so curious yeah! (fluff) /Detective officer

Taemin

1. You,Him & the Piano [fluff] /Magic & demon!

2. Farewell,soldier [fluff] / Seeing off your crush!

EXO

Oneshots/scenarios

Kai

Hello stranger [Prince Au!]

Baekhyun

The man I love [vampire]

Riize

Timestamps

Wonbin

Hard hours (01)

Soccer!

Christian Pulisic

1. In your eyes.

#masterlist #get to know me #im so normal

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thatsdemko · 1 year

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hate me - m.mount

masterlist

requested: n

pairings: mason mount x pulisic!fem!reader

warning: nsfw + not intended for minors + swear words + mentions of alcohol + me calling football soccer (see above pairings) + mason being a dick + me not knowing anything about video games

a/n: I kinda want to do a part two to this so please let me know if you’d be interested! feedback is always appreciated xx

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

you’ve never been close to your brothers teammates, sure they followed you on social media platforms and you kept up with their lives, but it wasn’t like you formed a bond with any of them because you weren’t across the world hanging out with them.

one of them had caught your eye, mason mount. the soccer player every girl on social media seemed to have a crush on during the World Cup, and you couldn’t blame them. he was by far your brothers most attractive teammate, but despite his good looks he was actually an asshole to you.

to put things into perspective, that evening you were far beyond wasted and you may have tumbled into him, but that didn’t give him a right to yell at you for your behavior. you vaguely could recall that night the next morning, but seeing he was in your brothers apartment you began to remember it all too well.

he’s not a dick to the media. in fact, he puts on the best show always being kind to fans, opposing team members, etc. but when it came to you? he just didn’t have it in him to play nice.

“my sister comes in today,” christian announced to the team when he entered the locker room, his eyes fall to the particular Brit, who you had ranted to your brother about, “don’t be an asshole.” he says it to the team, but again his eyes fall to Mason.

“why would we? y/n is so nice! how long is she here for?” Ben begins to ask questions while Mason scowls in his seat. to be fair, he didn’t hate you but you had no care in the world and always acted above everyone else. it bothered him how Christian was so grounded and kind, and you couldn’t have been more of the opposite.

“you hear what I said?” Christian comes over to Mason now, he’s got that worried overprotective brother look on his face that he’s seen before. it wasn’t a pleasant sight to be on the receiving end of, “yeah copy that, I’ll be nice.”

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it’s not been a day since your arrival and Mason was already in your presence. it’s not his fault, he’s your brothers good friend and teammate, plus they play video games together with Ben so you expected to see him over. you just didn’t assume it would be so soon.

“y/n! oh it’s so nice to see you again.” Ben wraps you in a hug the minute you enter the living space your brother and his teammates are in. you’re happy at least one of them likes you, the other is sitting there phone in hand pretending you aren’t there.

“same to you, chilly.” you pull away taking a spot in one of the chairs deciding to watch the boys play their game. when Mason finally looks over you send him a wave in which he doesn’t return, but his eyebrows lift upward as a way of acknowledging your presence.

“did you want to play?” christian points to the fourth remote he pulled out just in case, he knew your answer but he couldn’t help but be nice and offer.

“no, I’ll just watch. I know how mason is about his games.” you pull your knees into your chest watching the Chelsea player roll his eyes at your comment.

“for the record, I don’t care if you play it’s just the objective wasn’t to kill your teammate.” he recalls the game you played the last time you were in London. it had randomly selected you and Mason to be teammates, your first time playing you accidentally shot Mason and that sent him over the edge. you tried to apologize, but he wanted to hear nothing of it and asked Christian to switch controllers with him.

“and for the record, I didn’t know it was you that I had shot.” you snap back. you could feel Christian’s eyes narrow at you, he gave you the same speech he gave his teammates. he wanted you all to get along, and even if that meant casual smiles and light conversations, he didn’t want this.

“hey, it was her first time relax, mate.” Ben stands up for you handing his controller into your lap, “you should play, I’ll coach you.” he moves to sit on the floor beside your chair and you take the controller in your hands.

Christian gives you one final look to confirm, you just nod, “okay so you’re going to kill the guys in grey, Christian and Mason are on your team and they will have a name above their head so you know it’s them. don’t shoot them.”

Mason scoffs beside Christian earning your brothers elbow to jab in the rib cage, “be nice, mase.” your brother hisses.

Mason glances over, he sees Ben is hovering over you now pointing to the keys you need to press. he doesn’t know why, but he feels some sort of rage—jealousy to be particular. he hates how happy he’s making you.

if things were different and Mason wasn’t already programmed to hate you, he would’ve loved to have been the one showing you how to play. maybe you bring in his lap and his arms around you, guiding your thumbs to press certain buttons. but ever since that night, he can’t shake his true feelings.

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“thanks for letting me play, chilly. you’re a great teacher.” you give him one final hug at the door before he’s out. he promised his girlfriend he’d be home for dinner, so he couldn’t stay too long.

“please you’re my best student.” he winks just before you close the door and lock it behind him. when you turn around you can see masons body is in the kitchen. it’s just you two since Christian went to pick up food twenty minutes ago, and he promised he’d be back soon.

“looks like it’s just us.” you say quietly entering the kitchen to grab yourself a beer, you held one up for him which he declines. you notice he’s awfully quiet and you can’t help but wonder if it’s because you decided to join them.

“sorry about today, I didn’t mean to intrude.” you move around the kitchen island and take a seat, and he takes the one two seats away from yours.

“no need to apologize.” he responds, it’s short and there’s edge to it. you can feel that’s not true but you’re not going to test him, you drop it and begin to play with the cap of the beer bottle.

“you did play well today.” he finally says, eyes glancing over at you for a second before you look over. he’s not sure why but he feels if he looks at you it’ll change how he feels. he wants to keep it that way, he feels like hating you might be better than allowing himself to like you.

“and I didn’t kill you.” you crack a smile hoping he returns it, but it’s obvious he doesn’t care for it. you hate how little he pays attention or care, it makes him seem so arrogant.

“we’ve got two months left, let’s see how that goes.” he scoffs, and watches you get up from your seat and move around the island. he knows he did something wrong, because you always storm off when he makes you upset. lucky for him, Christian isn’t there to make amends or force him to apologize.

“why do you always have to be such a dick? I’m trying to be nice and then you always have to come back with a snarky comment.” you want to splash his face with the alcohol. it wouldn’t make you feel better, but it might make him act different.

“at least I can handle people hating me and don’t need to call on big brother to rescue me.” he snaps and that stung. you’ve never asked Christian to step in and “rescue” you from anything. you could handle your own.

“I don’t know what Christian has told you but I’m a big girl.” you cross your arms over your chest and see a smile spread into smirk as he moves across the island stopping in front of you.

“you are now? you don’t act like it.” he leans closer to you, his lips looking irresistible but god you hated everything that came from them.

you’re fidgeting unsure how to respond, his finger tips grab a hold of your chin, thumb swiping across your bottom lip, “you’re such a child, y/n.” he teases watching your eyes grow glossy and big, he can tell you’re scared as you swallow the lump in your throat.

“no I’m not.” you whisper feeling your body gravitate to closing the gap, “I told you I’m a big girl.”

he bends down lips pressing against yours. he’s firm as he begins to kiss you, tongue swiftly moving into your mouth you feel his hands grab your ass pulling you against him. you can feel how hard he is in his pants, it makes you feel dizzy.

his hands are picking you up by the waist and carrying you into the guest bedroom, his foot swiftly shuts the door behind him before he throws you onto the soft mattress, “then someone like you should be able take it, can she?”

you nod, his fingers are pulling at the material of your pants, you feel warmth spread between your legs watching his own pants fly off revealing just how big he is, you swallow hard at the sight.

“you can handle it.” he presses his body against yours, hand over your mouth to muffle your moan. christian could be back any minute and the last thing you want is to get caught.

he’s entering you, and you’re trying to gasp for air, but his hand blocks it. you feel dizzy but everything he’s giving you so far feels so good. his finger tips are dug into your skin while your nails rake his back as he’s pushing further into you. it feels good, but it’s a surprise how far he is.

his strokes aren’t sporadic, rather even and deep, you can tell his tip nudged your clit when a sensation of pleasure and a moan that not even his hand could cover escaped your mouth.

“quiet.” he hisses and you nod. you feel your body reaching climax, but you’re smart enough to know he’ll make you beg and wait until you can come. if he hates you as much as his words he will take every opportunity to make you wait.

“Mason, please.” you beg, your hand has a hold of his wrist trying to remind him to let go you need to breathe, and he knows that. his hand slips down to your throat gently, thumb pressed against your vocal cord.

“what do you want? ask for it.” he nudges your clit one more time hearing you moan his name. he loves hearing it from you, it turns him on even more than he could imagine.

“let me come?” you’re on the verge of letting your body just do it, but when your eyes meet his you swallow back the feeling trying to keep it in longer. he’s just too good for you, you want to show him.

“only because you asked.” your body relaxes feeling the warmth exit against your thighs and he’s there to clean you up.

“when we get back out there, you go back to being that bratty little girl. if you’re good, you’ll get more.” he presses a rewarding kiss against your temple before he puts his clothes back on.

you just lay there against your mattress, before he slips out, and reality settles back in, you make sure to remind him how you feel, “god, I hate you.”

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