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starkwlkr · 1 year

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christian’s version | christian pulisic

faceclaim lucy boynton

also i think there was also another christian imagine with the reader being taylor’s sister but i can’t remember the user that wrote it so if you know who wrote it, let me know so i can give credit!!

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y/nswift not a lot going on at the moment

lavenderhoes i have a love hate relationship with the swift sisters

13antiheroes pls tell me we didn’t lose you to a guy who kicks a ball for a living

y/nscloset bestie don’t leave us hanging

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cmpulisic not a lot going on at the moment

mmcp._ THHIS ISNT FUNYYTT

masonmount 👀🧐

benchilwell are you feeling 22?

gioreyna are you gonna shake it off?

kaihavertz29 are you the man?

cmpulisic nah that’s taylorswift

y/nswift i’ve taught you well

y/nswift suing for identity theft

cmpulisic arrest me then

benchilwell STOP BEING HORNY ON MAIN

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cmpulisic eras tour round 2 with my favorite swift y/nswift

lavenderhoes oh he’s brave for that caption

capamericapuli wouldn’t have guessed that pulisic listens to taylor swift

y/nswift of course he listens to the music industry he’s an evermore girly after all

cmpulisic y/nswift only because you’re a folklore girl

pulisicbitch he’s so lover album

y/nswift that’s what I’ve been telling him all week!!!

swiftiehaze bestie he’s so gorgeous

cmpulisic like the song or actually?

y/nswift whatever helps you sleep at night, gorgeous😘

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y/nswift wreck my plans that’s my man

cmpulisic justice for evermore

Taylorswift come get your man y/nswift

deedee_pulisic avery and i are ready to dance all night! she can’t wait to meet you!

y/nswift ahhhh! i can’t wait to meet baby avery!

benchilwell where’s my ticket?

masonmount and mine?

gioreyna and mine?

kaihavertz29 and mine?

joaofelix79 and mine?

y/nswift those block buttons are looking real good rn

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y/nswift has added to their story

#christian pulisic #christian pulisic x reader #cp10 #christian pulisic imagine #soccer #football imagine #chelsea fc #usmnt #football instagram au

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sp-love · 17 days

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HIS ARMS

are you joking my god

#he is FINE #loml #obsessed #christian pulisic #pulisic #christian #cp #cp10 #cp11 #ac milan #serie a #soccer #futbol

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anadiasmount · 11 months

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love chords - christian pulisic x reader

wc: 1.5k!

summary: a small blurb i created after seeing those videos of him playing guitar and the picture above 😎

a/n: i’d appreciate feedback since i’m slowly getting back to writing after SO LONG!! it’s not my best work but we will get there! 🥰🥰

“christian actually stop before i lock myself in our room” you warned. he opened his mouth utterly in disbelief at your warning, stepping closer and narrowing his beautiful big brown eyes to you. “you wouldn’t dare.” you cocked your head to the side giving him a “try me” or more of a “watch me.”

you quickly sprinted and made it to the room locking yourself inside only holding your phone and your water bottle. the smell of your fall candle blinded your senses.

you heard christian’s rapid footsteps that came dodging to the door. how exactly did you end up here? right. it was all thanks to the message your best friend sent you while you were showing christian a flashback on your phone.

“you have to tell him or show him at least! you know how christian is 😂😊”

christian being christian, was almost demanding you to tell him what the message meant. following you every where around the house, while you folded some laundry, cooked dinner, and organized the pantry. to say the least it was killing him not knowing what your best friend was referring to.

you would’ve thought he was done being clingy and following you around like a lost puppy but you were wrong. while you were filling up your water bottle, christian locked you in place by placing his palms against the marble counters, resisting himself from tucking your hair back and running his finger down your cheeks.

“y/n i’ll do anything, baby. just tell me what it is…” christian whispered, finally caving in and gripping your hip with one hand, his nose tracing your jaw all the way to your weak spot behind your ear. he knew it drove both of you crazy, especially after the small tattoo you got less than a year ago.

your smaller palm glided against his inked skin, drawing small shapes that made goosebumps appear. it’s the effect you had on him, making christian release a small groan. you dragged it out more, placing small kisses against his bare chest all the way up to his stubble that tickled against your lips, and to his freckled cheeks. he thought you’d kiss him but instead you said “…you’ll have to wait.”

<~>

“okay i give up. just let me in…” christian pleaded after less than five minutes. “please baby, i just wanna hold you now,” you could hear the small pout that made you playfully roll your eyes. after unlocking the door you sat on the edge of the bed only wearing pj shorts and one of his t-shirts that fit you bigger than on him.

“i’m going to get ready for bed,” he kissed your cheek and walked into the bathroom, hearing the shower running you took it as a chance to quickly go get the gift you’d been hiding for over a month. it was a guitar, his initials ingraved on the detailed wood. along you chose a leather notebook, a stand and a special note you wrote to him.

you waited patiently but also very anxiously for christian to come down. and after fifteen minutes or so you heard his soft but concerned voice looking for you, “y/n? where are you my pretty girl? if you’re upset with me just say so-”

christian stood shirtless only wearing those plaid pj pants you absolutely adored. his chiseled chest and abs directly facing you, but what drove you absolutely insane we’re his curly locks. “surprise?” you said scared, scared that he wouldn’t like it. christian walked over to you looking just at you and not the customized guitar that was in the case.

he grabbed your cheeks and kissed you hard, letting a small groan at the taste of your lips. the taste that he’s never get used to because it was so addicting, you were addicting to him, in every shape and form. “you did this for me? why?” he let out after pulling away.

“because i love you” you breathed out, “because you deserve it after everything you do not just for me but those around you as well. you’re one of a kind chris… look at me…” you grabbed his chin softly, facing him where you saw his brown eyes glisten. “you’re the bestest thing that has ever happened to me, and i can’t thank you truly enough for making me feel like the luckiest woman in the world.”

he chuckled becoming shy, his cheeks burning slightly red and hiding his head in between your neck and shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist tight. “i saw that damn cute smile you have when we went to visit the record store. you immediately fell in love with the guitar that was off limits and i knew i had to get it for you” you admitted giggling.

“how did you get it? and with my initials too?”

“i have my ways” you teased, “go… take a look at it,” you begged, watching as he nervously picked up the guitar and sat on the couch, his fingers expertly playing along the strings after a minute adjusting the tuners. he played extraordinarily well, his eyes closing as he played the guitar, his long lashes resting on his cheeks.

“i also got you this…” you handed over the leather book, “you can write it for your thoughts as a diary or your music book to make your own music… to write lyrics and phrases” you smiled at him. christian felt overwhelmed, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world because he had an amazing soul like you at his side.

“maybe one day you can show me? show our kids how to play?” you said quietly walked over and handed him the notebook. “i’m speechless. i can’t believe you spent so much money on this just for me…” he let out still shocked, “i can’t thank you enough y/n, im being genuine when saying that because this… us… means so much to me. i love you baby,” he leaned over and kissed you again.

“our kids are definitely going to learn from the best” he joked after resting his forehead against yours. “hold this for me really quick,” he asked you, but you shook your head denying his request. “no i’ll accidentally drop it chris,” you laughed referring to the guitar.

“just hold it really quick while i go find a pen,” christian asked again placing the guitar in your arms where you secured it safely against you. you observed the back muscles he had as he walked over to your study to get a pen, once he was back he opened the notebook and drew a title “you”.

“you have forever engraved yourself into me. like a powerful drug i can’t get enough of, a special eura. and because of you, i am happy, i lose my breath for you, I feel fire inside just by looking at your eyes…”

“no peeking… this is just the beginning of it…” he teased hiding the book to where you couldn’t see. “i can wait unlike some people” you fired back, smirking. “to be fair you were being to secretive, you tell me everything love!”

<~>

since you gave christian the guitar he wouldn’t stop gushing about it. playing it everytime he could, showing you how the tuners work and to play different notes. he fell more inlove with you every day after that.

when you’d work from home and he was there, you’d see how he quietly wrote away in the leather book you gave him, always wondering if it was now his diary or a music book. you’d never look through it because it wasn’t yours, so you’d just wait when he’d tell you about it someday.

after a long season, christian and you could finally spend quality time together. and tonight you had a date night cooking dinner together and finishing packing for the states, wanting to go visit his family and to watch him play for the USA. christian spent every morning kissing you and holding you against him, praising you for being with him through thick and thin.

“give me your hand i want to show you something,” christian said guiding you outside where there was small lights hanging in the patio. you were questioned about being outside instead of watching a movie. christian sat next to you on the couch and opened his book you spent time thinking of what he wrote inside.

he ran his hands nervously against his thighs, you grabbed his hand and kissed over his tattoos, “it’s just me handsome. just us… don’t be nervous. you don’t have to show me if you don’t want to,” you reassured him, seeing his eyes crinkle when he gave you a shy smile again.

he gave you a peck and grabbed his guitar, “open the fifth page and read outloud the title for me” he said, nudging his head for you to open it. with shaky hands you stuttering over your words when reading over the title of the song.

“are you ready to hear the song that’s dedicated to you my love?”

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gabigabigabby · 11 months

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so aggressive | c. pulisic

christian pulisic x fem!reader

a/n: i am in the rabbit hole and there's no getting out. i am obsessed y'all 🫡 btw i literally have zero inspo rn so if you want to request something, it's open! enjoy! ⭐️

synopsis: only christian 'has his way with words' pulisic knows how to neutralize his girlfriend

content/warnings: city fans slander (as a city fan it was difficult to write), fist-fights, christian slander (it's for the story to work okay i dont mean the stuff i said ab him). if i missed out anything lmk ⭐️

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you didn't expect jokes to be a source of calm for you, but it was. christian proved it to you.

christian is very lucky to have a girl like you; overprotective, loves so hard, pretty aggressive as well. your snappy attitude would apply when watching chelsea play too. most of the time, you'd need to have somebody, whether that be mason if he's injured, to corral you back down to your seat and stop screaming at the opps.

speaking of watching chelsea, you're the most unpleasant person to watch a football game with. you'd already known prior that football can get dangerous, where players get tackled left and right, the way they are all more prone to injury on the pitch. it didn't help that christian had come back to the pitch tonight and mason's out for a couple weeks.

before christian left home, he'd expressed to you how excited he was to get back on the pitch and finally start a game after months. you'd started to get excited for christian too, until he told you mason tore a ligament in his ankle last game. and just like that, your excitement seemed to fade away.

your instincts seemed to have pried its way onto the surface because you told christian you were worried about him. "babe, what's wrong?"

"what if you get hurt again?

"i won't... get hurt. i promise," christian says, holding your face in his hands. "do you trust me?"

"more than anything."

"that's all i need."

so now you're here at stamford bridge, sitting next to mase nervous as shit for how you're going to react to all of christian and chelsea's chances, waiting for the officials to commence kick-off. "man city are rough, aren't they?" mason makes conversation with you after he notices how tense you look.

"yeah," you finally turn to look at him, flashing a haste smile. "harsh dudes."

"you got any friends there?"

you don't know why you have to think about answering that question. yes, you do have friends at city. "yeah, there's kalvin, walker, foden, jack. yeah, all those guys."

"i like how we have the same friends." mason nods coolly.

"you introduced them to me at the world cup, my guy!" you scoff, watching as mason realises that he did. he did just that before the game against the usa at the world cup. he shoots you with an oh yeah!. "big joker man, huh, mase?"

"yeah, don't even mention it." mason shrugs with a wave as the music begin playing. you and mason watch as both teams emerge from the tunnel, finding their spot on the pitch. listening to the squad announcements, you can't help but find christian in the line-up.

you worried. you worried and worried and worried. what if chris gets hurt again? what if he tears something like mase did? or worse, what if he breaks something? and when you worry, your legs begin to bounce, unbeknownst to you.

"ay. ay, ay. calm down, alright?" mason holds both your legs down, hoping it'll stop from nervously bobbing again. "that man has been in the gym day in and day out trying to get better so you can sit here and yell his name again. you have to give him the credit he so desperately needs tonight. for the name on your back, y/n. okay?"

mason's assurance definitely did take the edge off of you, but just a little. for the name on your back, said mason. the name pulisic above the big number 10. you know damn well you confidently threw on that shirt. not enzo's, not joão's, but christian's. you gotta give him the credit he deserves.

"okay, i'll stop doubting him," you give in to mason. "but whatever you did earlier, holding my legs down and all, you have to do it again when it happens."

"that's what i'm here for. and look, big man's finding you in the crowd." mason says, waving at christian's direction hoping he'd catch a glance of you. you inch left and right trying to find christian's eyes, and when you did, you had leaned over mason's legs, shooting christian a supportive smile as he sends you a sly wink seconds before kick-off commences.

and when it did, a cacophony of let's go christian!'s and come on chris!'s start flying out of your mouth. "if he can just get the ball in already!" you hear mase express his emotions next to you. of course, your heightened sense of excitement were jumbled up with the nerves, not knowing whether the ball in christian's possession had made it to the back of the net or not.

but it all disappeared, the sense of protectiveness and anger coursing through your veins now, when the away fans start insulting christian's style of play — and christian himself. you flash a are you hearing this? look at mase, and he only puts his index finger up to his lip and shakes his head, indicating to you that you should keep your mouth shut.

"that pulisic guy... mid, if you ask me."

"yeah, no, i know right? but i mean it's perfect, you know. mid guy in a mid club." her friend says.

"mase," you slowly turn to face mason. "i'm about to snap, mase."

"not right now, y/n. please hold it in." mason's eyes grow wide.

"i'm sorry in advance," you whisper, before turning in your seat to face the two girls behind you and mason. "hey! you girls city fans?"

"proud to represent!" one of them answers.

"who's your favorite player?" they both respectively answer grealish and haaland. "and i can't help but eavesdrop, but you think they're better than pulisic?"

"oh ten times better," the first girl brags. "put grealish and pulisic in the same room, i'd go to grealish any day."

the expression on your face slowly becomes insincere, with the second girl slowly realising who you are. "you're pulisic's gi-"

"yeah i'm pulisic's girl, this is mason mount," you point to mason with your head. mason only waves shyly. "so before i snap and give you girls black eyes, time to leave."

the girls look at each other like the answer's in each other's eyes, and back at you again. "no. we're only speaking the truth. and if you can't handle that, maybe you should leave."

you wanted to laugh at the girls' attempt to argue with you. but you had enough, and before you knew it, you had broken one of the girls' nose as your fist went flying towards then. you wanted to tug on the girl's hair, probably yank out a couple strands, give her a bald spot; you don't know, just something, when you feel yourself get held back, not only by mason, but somebody else.

you want to turn your head to look at the person who held you back from behind, but you didn't have to. "took you this long, huh, pulisic?" mason breathes sarcastically.

"shut it mount," christian almost growls. "babe, baby? i need you to calm down for me. got it? they're not worth it."

"they were insulting you!" you were still trying to fight off christian's death grips on your biceps even though you knew he'd overpower you.

"i don't give a fuck about that y/n, i give a fuck about your safety." you were sure he intended to whisper everything to you but because of how much you were trying to resist his grips, it came out as a low growl almost.

goddamn it, he always has his way with words, you thought. you finally give in and turn to face chris, your eyes beginning to water. "baby there's no need to cry."

"you're a good player, okay. just remember that." you reassure him, trying to silence the sobs slowly pouring out of your throat.

"i know. i'm pretty good huh?" christian scrunches his nose, wiping off your tears at the same time. and during the period where you and christian wouldn't quit staring into each other's eyes, jack grealish approaches the commotion, asking one of the chelsea guards to do him and his club a favor.

"lad, get these girls out of here." jack points at the two.

"what? wait, why?!" one of them starts throwing a tantrum.

"because you made my friend cry," jack raises his voice a little. and so the chelsea guards didn't waste no time escorting the girls out of stamford bridge. "you deserved that broken nose, by the way." jack shrugs as the girl you punched slowly walks by, a chelsea guard right behind her.

"hey thanks, man." christian says, giving jack a pat on the back.

"thanks jack. you didn't have to get involved." you grin thankfully at him.

"when it comes to city fans," jack air-quotes. "i will always involve myself."

christian turns back to you, watching you wipe the remaining tears on your face. "you and mase should watch the game from the lounge from now on. don't want a repeat of this next week, do we?"

"i love you, pulisic." you grin, scratching his beard.

"and a very aggressive i love you more to you, my girl."

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words-4u · 1 year

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blind date (not really)

pairing: christian pulisic (romantic), ben chilwell (platonic)

wc: 848

a/n: this is based on prompt from @jasminesfury

getting set up for a blind date but turns out they’ve had a one-night stand before

“i genuinely can’t believe you’ve convinced me to do this,” you said into your phone. you were sitting at your vanity getting ready for a date that your friend has set up. why you trust ben chilwell that much, you’ll never understand but here you were getting ready to spend the evening with someone you know nothing about.

“c’mon, y/n, you have to live a little. when was the last time you made a fulfilling connection with someone?” ben’s voice filled your room.

“i’ll have you know i make some very fulfilling connections with people,” you smirked.

you let out a laugh when he groaned at your insinuation. “i am trying to help you here! listen, y/n/n, you deserve to be happy and i’m sorry but having random guys in and out of your bed isn’t make you happy.”

“oh but this date tonight will?” you retort.

“maybe… the point is that you don’t know cause you don’t go on dates and give yourself that chance. also, i know this lad and he’s so nice he wouldn’t even hurt a fly.”

ben had come into your life unexpectedly a couple of years ago when you met at a random event in london. he had spilled a drink on your dress and gave you his jacket to cover up. you’d think that’d be the perfect meet-cute right? wrong. the two of you hit off in a very platonic way as you were fairly new to the city and he assumed the role of a city guide and as months went on, an older brother.

“you’re selling him so hard right now, he better live up to it,” you singsong as you applied a layer of lipgloss. you grabbed your bag and shoved some important items in there, gum being the most important.

you gave your outfit the once-over happy with what you pulled together. an all-black fit is what you loved to wear most despite it looking very morbid.

“i’m just about done chilly so i’m gonna head out but i’ll call you later, yeah?” you said with a finger hovering over the ‘end call’ button.

“sounds good. look, i’ve already sent over the restaurant he’s meeting you at so have fun and be nice…”

“aren’t i always?” you smile sweetly and pressed the red button ending the call.

in about 5 minutes flat you were in an uber heading over to an italian restaurant that ben had suggested. as you sat in silence while radio music played in the background, you made a mental list of what you actually know about this mystery guy. you knew that he was a friend of ben’s, that he was relatively attractive because ben swore he was “your type to a t” and that’s pretty much it.

you were looking forward to the date because deep down ben was right, you were tired of having random hookups. you wanted something that lasted. someone that was yours.

the car slowly came to a stop signalling that you arrived at your destination, snapping out of your thoughts you thanked the driver and headed inside.

you pulled out your phone and texted your date.

you walked into the dimly lit restaurant making your way around busy tables to get to the bar. you were about to whip out your phone and text the number ben slid you a couple of hours ago before you spotted a very familiar face…

before you could think of your next move, the man looked up and your eyes locked. you watched as the same realization crept in. ben had set you up with his teammate christian pulisic.

you pressed your lips trying to stifle a laugh because once again ben was right. christian definitely was your type which is why you hooked up with him… a month ago.

since he worked with ben and you were his friend, you decided to leave it as a one-night stand and never discuss it again.

he looked good, you thought. you’d always found it hot when he let his beard grow in.

“y/n,” he breathed getting off the cushiony stool and making his way to you. “you are…”

“you’re blind date? i am,” you couldn’t help but grin. now that you knew who ben had set you up with you were giddy. you’d always wanted to explore things further with christian but never did because you were too busy living your best single life but you’d be extremely dumb to pass up this opportunity.

you shifted uncomfortably under his hungry gaze. “are you happy it’s me?”

“are you kidding? I’ve never been happier about anything,” he said and you believed him. “you haven’t left my mind since that night.”

that confession only widened your grin as you looked away for a moment before echoing his sentiment. “and as much as i tried, you haven’t left my mind either.”

christian smiled widely as he held out his hand. “in that case, y/n, would you like to go on a date with me?”

you placed your hand in his. “thought you’d never ask.”