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Qualified
Part 2 of the Road to the World Cup Series
Christian Pulisic x Reader
Summary: Christian and his high school sweetheart celebrate their son as well as qualifying for the World Cup.
Warning: Hints at sex (at the end)
Word Count: 3.3K
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CHRISTIAN PULISIC MASTERLIST
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“Momma! Momma! Wake up!” Y/N felt someone trying to shake her. “Daddy! Get up!” She felt bouncing and opened her eyes to find a very happy four year old bouncing between his two parents. “Momma!”
Y/N and Christian welcomed a healthy baby boy on March 30, 2018.Cayden Mate Pulisic is a clone of his father. There is nothing of Y/N in him. Christian likes to tell her that Cayden got her personality and heart, but so far, he is all Christian.
Today, Y/N laid in a hotel room with Christian and Cayden in San Jose, Costa Rica on her baby’s fourth birthday. She couldn’t believe he was already turning four and by the look on his face, he was super excited to be four.
“Happy birthday Cay! Come give Momma a hug.” Y/N said, pulling the young boy towards her. As he hugged her, she quietly got out of bed. She checked to make sure Christian was still asleep. “Let’s get ready while Daddy sleeps a little bit more. He’s got a big game tonight and needs his rest.”
“Is he not going to play with me today because he needs rest?” Cayden asked with his innocent eyes big and sad.
“He is going to play with you. Remember we are going to lunch with grandma and grandpa. Daddy is going with us. Then you get to go with Daddy and the boys.” Y/N reminded the young boy of their day plans.
“Oh yeah! I get to see the boys! I’m so excited!” He smiled at his mom. Quickly gathering what they needed to get ready for the day, Y/N took Cayden into the bathroom and set him on the counter.
“Brush your teeth for me real quick please. I’m going to get dressed and then I’ll help you.” Cayden nodded and grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste. Y/N dressed quickly in a USMNT tee and some ripped jeans. She watched Cayden finish brushing his teeth before helping him off the counter to get dressed.
“I want to look like Daddy today Momma.” He said as he looked out the outfit she had picked out. “I want my jersey.”
“I know baby, but you’ll get it dirty before the game. We can put it on you before you ride with Daddy on the bus.” He looked annoyed but nodded. Y/N had picked out a dark wash pair of jeans with a US soccer shirt. “This work until after lunch?”
“Yeah. Can I go see if Daddy is awake now?” Cayden asked. His mom nodded before opening the door for him. She peaked around the corner to see Cayden climb up on the bed and poke his dad’s nose. Christian scrunched his face up before wrapping an arm around Cayden.
“Ten more minutes bud. Cuddle with me for ten minutes and then we can get up and play.” Christian said as he kissed Cayden’s forehead. Cayden let out a happy sigh as he cuddled closer to Christian. Next thing Y/N knows, both of her boys are snoring softly.
Y/N checked the clock and saw that it was only 6:45 am. She never understood how Cayden was such a morning person when neither his dad nor mom were. Y/N decided to go finish getting ready for the day. She knew that if the US wins tonight, she will be up late with an early flight tomorrow morning, so she might as well start working on packing bags after she finished her hair and make up.
Walking back into the room, Y/N saw the abundance of toys on the floor. She picked a couple of small ones to keep out that could easily fit into Cayden’s backpack and then packed the rest in his little suitcase. They had been to a lot of places in the past few weeks. They started in London before going to France back to London before traveling to Middlesbrough and back to London with Chelsea FC. Then traveled to Houston, Texas for training before traveling to Mexico for a World Cup Qualifying match. From there, they went to Orlando before ending in Costa Rica. Normally, Cayden wouldn’t have made all of the trips, but Christian really wanted him to be there for the last leg of qualifying so they would be together on his birthday. As for the Europe trip, they’re babysitter was out sick so they had no choice but to load him up.
Shockingly enough, Cayden didn't complain. He has had small moments of crankiness, but he has enjoyed being around his dad so much as well as his dad’s teammates. No one adored Christian more than Cayden. Whatever Christian did, Cayden did. It was Y/N’s absolute favorite thing to witness.
As she continued to clean up around the room, she had moved onto packing hers and Christian’s stuff. Christian woke up and saw his son tucked into his chest. Not bothered to be sleeping in jeans. Looking for his beautiful wife, he saw her folding clothes and putting them into his suitcase. He noticed she left out his outfit to wear to the stadium, a tee and shorts for his carry on, and an outfit to wear after the game. It was the small things like that, that made him fall even deeper in love with her.
“Babe,” He whispered to get her attention. Y/N turned around and smiled at the man holding their son. “Come lay down with us.”
Nodding her head and putting the clothes down, she crawled on the bed and snuggled as close to Christian as she could without squishing Cayden. Christian gave her a small kiss on the forehead as they cuddled close and just enjoyed the quiet.
It was now 8:15 am and it was almost time to wake Cayden up to go eat breakfast with the team. Before you could wake him up, he woke up on his own.
“Morning birthday boy!” Christian whispered, knowing Cayden did not like a lot of noise when he first woke up. Cayden looked up at him before smiling and digging his face into Christian’s chest. “Stretch it out bub.”
“Morning daddy.” Cayden whispered back before turning to Y/N. “Morning Momma.” He leaned up and gave you a kiss on the cheek before turning and doing the same to Christian. Christian grabbed him and started tickling him. Cayden’s laughter filled the room.
“How about you let Daddy get up and then we will go downstairs to eat breakfast with everyone? Sound good?” Y/N asked Cayden. Cayden nodded before giving Christian another kiss before moving towards you. She grabbed his socks and shoes from beside the bed and helped him get them on before she did the same for herself. Christian was quick in the bathroom and was already dressed in his game day attire.
“Let's go see everyone, birthday boy!” Christian said as he grabbed Cayden and carried him out of the room. When they entered the ballroom that the team had rented out, everyone yelled ‘happy birthday Cayden,’ at the young boy smiling brightly in his father’s arms. He wiggled to be let down and then ran around the room to greet everyone.
Kelley and Mark joined the young family after breakfast. Y/N felt bad they couldn’t do a lot of things she knew Cayden would rather be doing, but they had plans for Christian’s days off when they returned back to London. Christian did play with Cayden all morning before lunch. Tyler and Weston did as well. Other teammates played for a bit before going to do other things.
After lunch, Kelley and Mark joined Y/N, Christian, and Cayden in their room for cupcakes. Christian wanted to lay down for a bit before he had to leave so he said he would eat his cupcake later tonight before laying on the bed. Cayden ate his cupcake before going and laying his head on his dad’s stomach facing Christian. Y/N sat on a small chair next to the couch, quietly talking to her in-laws. Christian joined into the conversation every once in a while, but his main focus was running his hand through Cayden’s hair, watching him fight sleep. Soon enough, both boys were out cold.
Kelley and Mark were Y/N’s ride to the stadium, so they stayed and talked while also watching tv. Mark also fell asleep so Y/N and Kelley talked about random things that came up.
Y/N woke Christian after he was asleep for a little over an hour. He slowly got out of bed, leaving Cayden to his midafternoon nap. He knew the little boy needed as much sleep as he could get. He felt horrible for dragging him all over the world but he is so grateful to have him with him to make these memories more memorable.
As it got closer for Christian to leave, he woke the little one up and gave him his wake up cuddles. He was never annoyed that his son did this. If anything, he took advantage of being able to wake him up when he could because he knew Cayden wouldn’t do this forever.
“Let’s get your jersey on you bub.” Christian whispered as he rubbed the boys back. Cayden nodded his head and lifted his arms when his dad set him back on the bed. Mark and Kelley watched with love written on their faces. They loved watching Christian be a dad. “There we go! You look just like me. No one will be able to tell the difference when I put my jersey on.”
Cayden smiled with pride as the rest of you gave a little laugh. Cayden hopped off the bed before running to Kelley.
“Granma, did you hear that?” She smiled big at her grandson and nodded.
“I did. Your daddy is going to have to put on a different jersey so I can tell the two of you a part.” Mark laughed as Cayden looked offended that she would suggest such a thing.
Christian watched on as Cayden bounced from his parents to his wife and back again. He put on his shoes and packed the last few things in his backpack as well as Cayden’s.
“Alright Cay, you ready to get on the bus?” Christian asked. Cayden nodded before he sprinted to his father. Christian held his hand and led him towards Y/N.
“You be good for Daddy. I will come get you in a little bit so you can sit with me during the game. Okay?” Cayden nodded. You stood up and turned to Christian, “Good luck tonight. Go do your thing. I love you.”
“I love you too,” Christian said before giving you a quick kiss. He pulled Cayden out the door carrying both backpacks on either shoulder. Y/N laughed because normally Cayden is all for wearing his own backpack.
After an hour of sitting in the lobby talking with other US family members, the Pulisics decided to head to the game. Kelley and Mark headed to the concession stand to get Cayden a water and some food before they sat down as Y/N went down to get him as he sat on the bench watching the guys warm up.
When Sarah saw Y/N walk up, she grabbed Cayden’s hand and led him to her. Sarah was always a blessing when Christian was traveling with the national team. She runs the social media for them and has always looked after Cayden when he tags along. No one asked her, she just did. She claimed that it wasn’t an issue. Gave her something to do when she wasn’t posting.
“Thanks Sarah. Do you need anything?” Y/N asked as she pulled Cayden over the railing with his badge hanging around his neck.
“I’m good. Thank you though.” She smiled at her. “Oh! You have to see this.” Sarah pulled out her phone and it was a picture of Christian walking hand in hand with Cayden during the walk through. Then she swiped and showed her a picture of their arrival. Lastly, showed her a picture of Cayden sitting in his father’s lap on the bench as Tyler, Brenden, and Weston sat around them. “I was going to send these to you forever ago but got busy and forgot until I saw you. I’ll send them now.”
“These are amazing! Did you take them?” Y/N asked.
“I did.” She smiled at her as she looked back down at her phone to text the young mom.
“I love them! Thank you! Is it okay if I post them later? Might not be today, but within the next few days?” Y/N always made sure to ask because she never wanted to get any of the content team in trouble.
“Yeah! Go ahead whenever!” Sarah looked over where Brent was calling to her, “I’ve gotta go, but enjoy the game!”
“Thanks Sarah! Good luck!” Y/N turned to look at Cayden as he walked up and down the aisle. She pointed towards Kelley and Mark and told him they had a snack for him. Cayden took off running towards his grandparents a few sections over and a few rows up. Cayden stopped to talk to Walker’s wife before moving on towards his grandparents.
As the game started, Cayden had moved to her lap to watch. This wasn’t a have to win game like last time, they just couldn’t lose by six. Still, in the back of her mind, she still remembered that October night a little over four years ago.The first half was fine. It was nil-nil at half. Y/N could breathe a little. When the second half started, she started to tense as they got a goal and then shortly got a second. She was terrified that what should be a ridiculous way to not qualify, could actually happen. Cayden, unaware of the situation, was jumping between her legs while cheering.
When Christian was subbed off in the 84th minute, Cayden slowly started to lose interest, despite knowing these players well. When the final whistle blew, everyone wearing USA celebrated. They had done it. They had qualified for the World Cup. All the families knew that it would be a little bit before the boys came out so they all just sat around waiting. Cayden didn’t understand why.
“I want Daddy!” He yelled. “I want to go see Daddy.”
“I know baby, but we have to wait for them to come out here to us. We can’t go to the locker room right now.” She said, running her hand over his head. Cayden started to cry. She knew he was tired. It was past his bedtime, but she dealt with it because she knew he would stop crying the second he saw Christian. You continued to rock him as he cried, trying to calm him down.
Tyler was the first one out, he did a quick interview and then talked with his family before he laughed and ran back in to continue celebrating. More players came out for interviews and each one set the little boy off a little bit more. When Walker was done talking to his wife, he saw Cayden bawling his eyes out and told Y/N he would grab Christian. True to his word, Christian came out.
“Hey Cay. No need for tears. I’m here.” Christian said as he took his son and rocked him. Cayden hugged Christian’s neck tight as he tried to calm himself down. Christian rubbed his hand up and down his back as he whispered sweet words to him. “It’s okay. I’m here. Sorry I wasn’t here sooner. I love you Cayden Mate.”
“I love you too Daddy.” Cayden said as he pulled back to look at his dad. Christian puckered his lips to get a kiss and Cayden was quick to give him one. Christian then wiped Cayden’s tears off his face and gave him a tickle to make him laugh. Everyone around was watching with smiles on their faces.
“Now, I’m going to give you back to Momma and then I’ll be back in just a little bit to take pictures.” Christian said.
“No, I go with you.” Cayden said about to start crying again.
“Not right now, but when I come back, you can come with me, okay?” Christian compromised. He did not want his son going in there while they were still spraying each other with champagne and beer. Y/N smiled at Christian understanding and reached for Cayden. He wasn’t happy about it, but he went with her.
Y/N sat back down with Kelley and Mark. They were going to take Cayden for the night and bring him to their room before the bus left for the airport. Y/N just hoped he fell asleep on the car ride back to the hotel.
Christian was right. The whole team came out in full uniform to see their families properly. Christian quickly hugged his mom and dad before taking Cayden back in his arms. He gave Y/N a kiss and smiled down at her as she congratulated him on qualifying.
“I’m going to take him and go change. Want me to take him with me to the hotel?” He asked his parents. They nodded. Mark told him he would collect the young boy in the lobby. “I’ll see you here in a bit.”
Cayden was fighting sleep as Christian walked with him to the locker room. By the time they walked in, Cayden was out cold. It didn’t matter how loud the guys were, they were not going to wake him up. Christian laid him in his locker. His head on his jacket. Christian quickly changed and shoved his stuff into his bag. He scooped up his son and headed towards the bus. It wasn’t much longer before they were headed back to the hotel to celebrate some more before their early flight back home.
Christian held Cayden closer as his little breaths tickled his neck. If it wasn’t for his teammates wanting him and Y/N to celebrate with them, he would easily choose to curl up in bed with his two favorite people and go to sleep, but he knew he had a week off before he had to return back to Chelsea training.
Mark watched his son walk into the lobby with two bags over his shoulder while also holding a sleeping Cayden. Mark took Cayden carefully before telling Christian to be safe and that he would see him in a little bit.
Christian walked into the room to put his and Cayden’s bag down. He saw Y/N fixing her hair in the mirror and walked up and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“Hi baby.” He said sensually as he kissed her neck.
“Don’t even. We can do that when we get back. We only have five more hours until we need to leave for the airport. Let’s go spend an hour or two with everyone before coming back here and letting me show you how proud I am of you and how much I love you.” She said as she turned in his arm and stood up on her toes putting her lips to his.
“Then let’s hurry up and leave so we can get back here.” He laughed as he gave her a small kiss. When they reached the restaurant that stayed open just for them, he heard the guys cheering and he smiled bright at his wife. Tonight was going to be a good night.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~ | M Y I M A G I N E S | ~~~~~~~~~~~
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Summary: There is only one thing Christian wants to do when he returns home after the World Cup: meet his daughter for the first time.
Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader
Requested: Yes
Song Inspo: Adventure Time - Bry
Warnings: dad!christian, talks of childbirth, mentions of his injury 👀
Notes: I think we are all broody after that photo. feedback is always appreciated
His thumb lovingly strokes your cheek, smiling uncontrollably as you lean into his touch, holding your own hand against his. "You look so beautiful," he hums, dipping to kiss the tip of your nose. You scrunch up your nose, making him laugh. God, how you had missed hearing him laughing. "And tired too- Ow-"
"Never tell her she looks tired," Kelley, his mum, tells, or rather chastises, him, shaking her head as Christian looks back at her. He frowns, rubbing the spot on the back of his head where she had softly clipped him. "Besides, you should try pushing nearly a nine-pound baby out of your penis," she says, setting hers and Mark's cups down on some coasters. You had offered yourself to make them both a drink, but Kelley was quick to shoot the offer down, insisting that you weren't going to lift a finger unless it was necessary for the next few weeks they were staying with you. "See just how tired you might look after only three days."
Christian grumbles under his breath, leaning against the kitchen counter, his face twisting with discomfort. "Okay, got it," he nods, looking away from his parents to watch you hide your smile with the back of your hand. It was a little tic you did when you wanted to laugh at something but didn't think it was necessary for the situation you were in. "Just never talk about my penis ever again, okay?" He resembled a teenage boy who had just been embarrassed in front of his friends.
"Oh, shush," Kelley tuts, shaking her head, and takes a sip of her coffee.
"Why can't we talk about your penis, babe?" You ask, removing your hand, and letting it drop to your side. "Is it..." You take a deep breath in, trying to calm your face as the joke dances on the tip of your tongue. "Is it a sore subject to talk about?"
Christian sighs, bringing his fingers up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Oh, don't you start," he mumbles, shaking his head as he watches you and his dad share a quick high-five. He didn't know it, but you and his dad had already got all the jokes planned following the painful incident that had happened during the game against Iran. "I wasn't even hit in the balls," he whispers quietly, a slight pink tinge forming on the tips of his ears as he looks to the ground.
"Of course you weren't," you pretend to believe him. Giving his cheek a soft caress, you lean in to kiss the top of his head. His hair had gotten longer in the three weeks he had been gone, and those dark curls you loved so much were beginning to show again. "It's just a good thing we've already got one child," you land another joke, giggling as hid dad laughs behind you, "just in case, you know-"
"Okay, shush," Christian talks over you, holding his hand over your mouth. He grimaces and retracts it a second later, feeling your tongue licking the palm of his hand. "Speaking of which," he mumbles, changing the subject as he wipes his hand down his thigh, "can I meet her now?" His face grows soft as he asks the question, both the excitement and the nerves fighting for a place in his eyes.
"Christian, she's still asleep-"
"I know, I know," he repeats, sneaking his arm around your waist and gently pulling you against his chest. His bottom lip pouts. "But can't you just wake her up? Just this one time?" He drops his forehead to rest against yours, stroking circles into your hips with his thumbs. "Please?"
You cradle his face and shake your head.
"Why not?"
"Because you're never meant to wake a sleeping baby, son," Mark answers for you, "believe me, I learned it the hard way."
"With all three of you," Kelley adds, the quickness of her innocent teasing makes you giggle.
Christian drops his head onto your shoulder and wraps both arms around you, being careful not to squeeze you too tightly. "Pretty please?" He mumbles, and you didn't have to see his face to know he was still pouting.
You snake your arms loosely around him, understanding his urgency to finally meet your daughter. He had only seen pictures of her and a quick glimpse at her over facetime, shortly after he had been given the news that she had been born. All of them had been an upgrade from the final scan photograph he had been carrying around with him. But now he just wanted to meet her.
The real her.
"Okay-" He lifts his head, the pout quickly disappearing for a smile. "-but if you wake her up-"
"I promise I won't wake her up!"
His parents let you go alone, knowing it was important for you two to have this moment alone, and inside the nursery, Christian and you stood beside the cot, both of your hands resting on the edge. For a second, you take your eyes off your daughter to watch him. You watched him blink once, twice, three times in a row, trying to blink away the tears that had brimmed in his eyes the second he laid his eyes upon her. He had turned into a soft, mushy mess in a matter of seconds. You had predicted this would happen the minute you two had heard that you were having a daughter.
She was going to have him wrapped around her finger and he didn't even know it yet.
Removing your hands from the cot's side, you wrap them both around his arm, laying a kiss against his tattooed bicep. His skin was warm and holding a part of him felt like you were holding your whole world in the palm of your hands. "She has your nose," you whisper against him, "and your eyes too." You stifle a giggle, not wanting to make too much noise. "Come to think of it, she's pretty much all you."
"You think so?" Christian asks, his voice cracking. He couldn't bring himself to look away from her.
"I know so," you whisper, nuzzling your face into his arm.
Despite your warning not to wake her up, Christian still reaches into the cot and carefully picks up her relaxed hand. "She's so tiny," he notes, her whole hand resting against three of his fingers. He runs the pad of his thumb over her fingers, studying their delicateness. "My little sparrow," he whispers, chewing the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from crying. He gasps as she slowly closes her fingers around his, making a tiny, chubby fist. "I wish I had been there," he says, stroking his thumb carefully over the back of her fist.
"You're here now," you mumble, reaching above to wipe a tear away, "that's all that matters."
"What was it like?" He asks, trying to decipher the look on your daughter's face as her eyebrows pinched and squirmed together.
"What was it like giving birth?" You ask, looking for some clarification. He hums, nodding his head. "Eh," you pause, taking a second to find the correct words to say, "it definitely wasn't as easy as they make it out to be in the movies." He chuckles at your answer, mumbling, "duh," under his breath. You give his arm a light pinch, giggling when he retaliates with a pinch of his own. "There was some pain - a lot of pain, actually," you continue, "I couldn't tell you why people go through multiple births if it hurts like that every time."
"But it was worth it?" For the first time since stepping into the nursery, he looks at you. A smile forms on both of your faces as you stare back at each other. "Right? She was worth all that pain?"
Quickly, you nod your head. "One thousand percent worth it."
He leans down and kisses your forehead. "I still wish I had been there," he speaks against you. He slips his arm out of your hold and reaches for the back of your neck. Caressing and stroking you with his thumb, he kisses you again. "Are you sure you can't wake her up?" He asks, keeping his head rested against yours but turning to look back at your daughter.
"No, Chris-" A soft whimper and a cry comes from the cot, her hand releasing Christian's finger as her arm reaches aimlessly in the air. A second cry, louder than the first, falls off her lips as she opens her eyes, both big and honey-coloured like her dad's. "Talk about timing, kid," you giggle, reaching into the cot to touch her cheek. She quietens down as soon as she feels your touch. "Do you want to pick her up?" You look back at Christian.
He shakes his head. "Maybe you should do it; I wouldn't want to hurt her." Biting your bottom lip, you hide your smile and swallow back your giggle. "Don't laugh," he mumbles, panning his eyes down to the floor, hiding his blushing cheeks.
"You know, you're not going to hurt her, right?"
"But she's small and fragile-"
"All babies are small and fragile, Christian," you giggle over him. Lying her carefully in Christian's arms, you fix the position of his hand, keeping it resting over his as you glance up at him. "It's important to keep her head supported," you mumble, but you were sure he already knew that, "I don't know how many times this wicked witch of a midwife had said it to me. She had a voice that sounded like nails being dragged down a chalkboard. You should be glad that you didn't have to endure that."
A soft laugh finds its way past his lips but he falls silent when he hears her stirring. "She's even smaller than I thought," he mumbles, chewing on his bottom lip, but it's no use for his cheeks were already damp with tears. "How is she this small?"
You stroke your thumb affectionately across his cheek, wiping away his tears. "Believe me, she didn't feel so small in the moment."
"Charming," he laughs, shaking his head.
Keeping her cradled in one arm, he brushes his finger softly down the bridge of her nose. His touch is soft and sweet and, for a moment, she closes her eyes, before opening them wide again. She looks up at him puzzled and confused, her eyebrows pinched together. Like everyone else she was about to meet, he was a stranger to her.
"Hi, Birdy," he softens his voice as he speaks to her, a smile tugging on the corners of his lips, "you're probably wondering who on earth this strange man is, but I'm your dad." He had waited so long to finally say those three words to her.
You step to his side, leaning your head against his shoulder, with your hand lingering on the small of his back. "She's all you," you whisper, scared your voice might crack if you spoke any louder.
"But she'll be smart like you," he says, giving the top of your head a quick kiss.
"And stubborn like the both of us," you say together, both of you laughing.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there to meet you straight away," he apologises after the laughter dies down. He cradles his hand back behind her head and bends down to kiss her, smiling as gurgles, "but I'm here now and I'll always be here." His lips linger on the thick wisps of dark hair, whispering, "always," to her.
You bring your hand across to stroke her soft cheek, your eyes pulling away to look up at the nursery door. A quiet giggle slips past your lips when you spot his mum lingering behind the door, quickly running away as you catch her. "I think your mum might burst in here and snatch Birdy if we make her wait any longer," you joke, glancing up at Christian.
"Maybe that'll be a good thing," he whispers back to you, a glint of something playful in his eyes, "I'd finally get you all to myself."
"Ha!" You snort, shaking your head. "Think again, buddy; my vagina is out of business for the foreseeable future."
He watches you walk away from him, Birdy still cradled in his arms, looking up at him with studious eyes. "And how long is that exactly?"
"Depends," you shrug your shoulders, trying to decide if you should pack on another joke, "how long will your penis stay bruised for?" He looks at you with an expression that lacked emotion and you can't help but bring yourself to smile. "I just wouldn't want you to hurt yourself again," you slip your hands into your pockets, swinging back and forth on the balls of your feet, "we both know you develop the hormones of a teenage boy every time you come home."
He shakes his head. "That's not true."
"Baby, lets not lie to yourself."
He rolls his eyes. "This is going to be a long few weeks if you and my dad are going to keep making these jokes," he mumbles, quickly catching up to you.
Again, you snort. "It's going to be so much fun."
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MAD ABOUT YOU - DAD!PULISIC
SUMMARY: Christian misses your son’s first steps but you’re there to make sure he knows he’s the best papa.
WARNINGS: slight sex mention.
AUTHOR: Reposting this because there was a major formatting error. I won’t take any responsibility for what thinking about Christian as a dad does to me. This is fiction, have fun.
Christian had been acting all weird lately and you knew why. Though he wasn’t treating you bad, he was… distant. He shut off. But all the time, he’d cup your face on his hands, look so deep into your eyes you’d feel like he was eating your soul, and tell you that you were the most perfect woman and mother in the world. And how much he loved you, so much it was nearly overwhelming. It eased the knot on your throat but then he distanced himself again, spend most of the time watching Liam, your 10 month old son, and every little move he made.
It seemed to amuse the little one, who was absolutely obsessed with his old man. Those two were like magnets. You were the love of Liam’s short life but his dad was clearly his hero, his best friend, from the very first kick when you were still carrying him and Christian used to talk to your bump.
It was when you were having breakfast and Christian had his eyes glued on Liam, barely touching his food, that you decided to finally say something. “I need you to talk to me, Christian.” As if he was waiting for it, he sighed and simply nodded, gaze lowering to his barely untouched food. He knew you were serious about it because you rarely called him Christian. “You have to say it, love. Don’t keep it to yourself.”
You reached out for his hand, brushing the back of his hand with your thumb. The slightest touch of your skin on his instantly made him relax. Christian was mad about you, his love language was touching you as much as he could, praising you. You were not only his fiancé, but also the person he trusted the most.
“I wasn’t here.” He started. “I wasn’t here, I missed my son’s first steps.” It seemed like he was almost embarrassed of finally say it. “What else am I going to miss because I’m away for a match? I’m feeling like the worst father, like I don’t give him enough of my time. I’m scared he won’t know how much I love him and how I’d jump in front of a bullet for him.” Each word just made him shrink a bit more until he was back looking at his food. The sound of Liam clapping to a bird that was near the window, making him giggle to a point he had to catch a breath, made Christian gulp. The sides of his lips curling into a smile. “Do you like the bird, buddy?”
“Dada!” Liam pointed at the bird, clapping again, now making Christian giggle. Your heart melted. Those interactions were pure joy.
Before Christian could go back to feeling awful about something that was far from being his fault, you stood up and walked towards him, sitting on his lap with your hands cupping his face. That man was so beautiful. “Baby…” Your man.
He raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue. “You can’t control everything,” Christian tried to look away, but you didn’t let him. “You won’t be able to control everything and be here 24/7, and I need you to understand that it’s fine.” He shook his head, disagreeing on you. “Yes, Christian. It is fine.”
“How can it be fine, me missing the most important things in his life?”
“You’re not, baby. It was just two clumsy steps, and I know it’s a huge thing but you’ve been here all the time. What if he had taken those steps while you were in the shower, or something? Children can’t be predicted.” He knew you were right, remembering you had missed Liam saying ‘mama’ for the first time because you were in the shower yourself. “You make this kid so happy, my love. So fucking happy, he’s mad about you.”
He sniffed. “Do you think so?”
“I know so.” You reassured, starting to spread soft and short kisses across his face. “You’re his best friend, his hero, the best papa in the world. He’s already so proud of you and I’m so happy it’s you, because you’re absolutely perfect and…” you sighed.
“And?”
Your cheeks flushed a bit. “I get so horny seeing how great you are with him, I want to have all the babies with you.”
Christian wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he simply touched your lips with his. “Woman, I love you so fucking much. We can definitely have the most fun trying to make those babies, and I won’t mind seeing your bump growing again when I put another one in you.”
“Gosh, you’re such a soft perv…” You both giggled, and even more when Liam kept clapping in approval each time you did, enjoying how happy his parents were. “I love you too.”
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Surprise x2 (Christian Pulisic x Reader)
Word Count: 1.5K
Warnings: few cursing words; mentions of pregnancy; possibly can cause baby fever lol. nothing else but fluff fluff fluff! 🥰
A/N: This was supposed to be the first fic I posted, but I just finished it after 2 weeks! Heavily inspired by the video above lol (not the gender reveal, but Christian's reaction). Written especially for dad!Puli nation 🥰🫶 Feedbacks would be appreciated!
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“Shit, it’s 6 fucking AM!” you quietly said to yourself as you just woke up and already feeling extremely nauseous. You got up and rushed to the bathroom because you felt like you were so close on throwing up on the bed. Your husband, Christian woke up to the sound of you throwing up, which was pretty loud. He immediately got off the bed, grabbed some tissues and a glass of water from the bedside table, and went to the bathroom.
You were sitting on the floor, facing down the toilet, and you heard him coming over. You were looking up at his tired-yet-worried face as he said “Y/N love are you okay? Do you want me to get any meds or anything else? I also got you water in case you need it.” You were feeling too weak to say anything so you just nodded, then threw up again. He was there the whole time holding your hair up, caressing your back, and even said “sorry baby” multiple times. You were feeling extremely sick and so worried, so his presence made you felt a lot better.
“Okay, I’m done,” you said as you wiped your mouth with a tissue, “everything inside my stomach is pretty much gone now, ugh.” He helped you stood up, you flushed the toilet and he asked, “what happened?”
“I have no idea. Just got nausea out of nowhere.” He then nervously said something that made your heart skipped a beat: “Y/N, I don’t know but um, do you think uh, it’s possible that… You’re pregnant again?”
You suddenly remembered that you did go through the same thing before finding out you were pregnant with Maxine, your firstborn. You froze for a second then responded, “Fuck. Chris, I need to get a pregnancy test like right now.”
“I’ll get them for you, come on.” You both went back to your bedroom, then Christian grabbed his jacket and car keys, and kissed your forehead before he left. You had mixed feelings about the possibility of being pregnant again but you started questioning yourself: are you ready for another child? You are a great mom to Max and you love her very much, but going through pregnancy and taking care of a baby were no joke. You felt like you needed more time to do it all over again, but now it seemed like you weren’t given enough time. You and Christian just started talking about trying for baby number 2 — now that Maxine is already 2 years old — but somehow you might have ended up conceiving before you two were even actively trying.
While you waited for Christian, you went to Max’s room to wake her up. You opened the door and saw your beautiful daughter who was still asleep while cuddling her beloved stuffed penguin Christian got her after she was born, which she named Fuzzy Penny. You sat on her bed, and shortly before you woke her up you looked at her and thought how lucky you are to have her in your life.
Max was a surprise baby, since you and Christian didn’t plan on having a child before you two got married yet you got pregnant with her 3 months after you got engaged. You remembered how scared you were, because you didn’t think you were ready even though you wanted to keep your baby, and Christian convinced you that everything was going to be alright. You’re so glad that he was right, because you couldn’t and don’t want to imagine your life without Max. Even though it’s not always sunshine and rainbows, she without a doubt has made your life so much better than you thought it could ever be. It felt like you just gave birth to her yesterday and now she is probably going to be a big sister.
“Good morning my little angel,” you whispered to her little ear as you gently kissed her head and caressed her arm, “time to rise and shine!” She slowly opened her eyes, looked up to you, then gave you a big, bright smile and softly said “Mommy!” Her little voice has never failed to make you smile. You were filled with worries before and thanks to Max, now you felt at peace. “How was your sleep? Was it good?” Max nodded her head while smiling, then grabbed her shoulder-length wavy hair and said to you “messy hair mommy.” “You have the cutest messy hair honey,” you laughed, then you picked her up “let’s get you out of this bed, and come find Daddy!”
Christian had just come back and as he entered the living room, Max spotted him and shouting “DADDY!!!” His eyes widened when he saw her, “Oh hey look who’s awake! Good morning my princess!”
He bent down to pick her up, wrapping her around his arms. She rested her head on Christian’s shoulder, had her arms around his neck, and Christian gave her kisses on the top of her head – he knows she loves it when he does that, and of course he loves doing it too.
You couldn’t help but smile, thinking how beautiful that moment was even though you have seen it many, many times. You felt like there were millions of butterflies in your stomach, so in love with the man who is not just the best husband, but also the best father in the whole wide world.
You were so caught up in the moment you forgot that you needed to take pregnancy test, but then Christian reminded you as he handed the bag over. “Honey, I wasn’t sure how many tests you may need but I got like 4 or 5 in there. I’ve checked all expiration dates so you’re good.”
“Woah, thank you,” as you took the bag, “I’ll take them all right now.” He smiled, nodded and mouthed “I got you”.
You went to the bathroom to took all the test. “Okay,” you sighed, “let’s get this over with.” You waited anxiously until you got the results. You heard the timer sound on your phone, meaning 2 minutes had passed. You closed your eyes and took 3 deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down before you saw the results.
Two red lines. “Pregnant”. You couldn’t believe what you saw. You gasped, and stood still for a minute, trying to process everything. You’d gone through this before, but it still caught you off guard somehow. You were nervous, but now you have positive results, you didn’t feel that way anymore. You’re going to have another child, and you felt good about it. Even though you weren’t sure you were ready, at least you knew you can count on your loving husband for everything, especially much-needed support.
Now that you’d spent some time in the bathroom, you finally felt ready to tell your husband he's going to be a dad for the second time. As you walked to the kitchen, you heard Max and Christian laughing. You then took a peek to see what it was all about, and you saw they were cooking breakfast. He was making Max’s favorite breakfast: pancakes with berries and chocolate sauce – he couldn’t cook before, but the day you two found out you were pregnant with Max he started learning how to cook because he wanted to be able to make homemade meals for his family. You saw they were having so much fun cooking those pancakes. When he was cooking, he held Max on his hip, while flipping the pancakes with his other hand. The kitchen was messy, and they were covered in flour – you could tell they were having a lot of fun while making the batter. He shook the pan for a bit, lifted it, then flipped over the pancake. In awe, Max laughed, clapped her hands in excitement and told him “good job Daddy!”
You didn’t want to interrupt their moment, so you just stood where you are until they noticed you. “Oh hey, there’s Mommy! Come here, we made pancakes!” As you approached them, Christian set up the table with Max’s help – she was still attached to his hip, of course – then sat her down on the chair.
“Wow, these pancakes look so good! You two made the best pancakes in the world!” you complimented them. Max gave you a big smile then looked to her dad “Daddy did good.” Christian was blushing, kissed her cheek and said to her “I did good because I have the cutest little helper.”
Before he sat down, you softly grabbed his arm, and you whispered, “Honey, seems like we got another surprise...” You saw his eyes lit up as you said those words. He looked at you as he responded, “Oh my God, Y/N, you’re really pregnant???” You grinned and nodded.
He gave you the biggest hug and was smiling ear to ear. He’s always loved being a father, and now he’s going to be a father of two. You could feel his overwhelming joy, which brought you back to the day you found out the first time. Still hugging you, he told you “I love you so much, Y/N! Thank you for giving me two best surprises!”
Before he released the hug he kissed you on the lips, then came towards Max, hugged her and told her in his excited, high-pitched voice, “Max! You’re gonna be a big sister!”
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give me dad!pulisic now 😭
headcanons: dad!christian
author's note: brought this onto myself, didn't i? ANYWAYS
he's such a girl dad????? don't know why
would look at his daughter like this all the time 😭
FULL ON HEART EYES
he'd cry the first time he gets to hold her at the hospital 😭
since we know he's into music he would sing to her. all. the. time
maybe even before she's born too !!!
maybe one day you're a bit grumpy bc she's kicking you so much
and he would not know what to do to help 😭
he'd pull out his guitar and sing to you to try and make it all a bit better
but it works to calm your kid too 😭
"you're already calming her down, baby".
he'd be soooo present, even if he's bit physically there with the away games an all
always sending texts like "how are my two favourite girls doing? thinking of you <3"
you're always sending him pics of what she's doing!!!
his teammates looooove her too
she's a bit shy at first, hiding on his neck and not wanting to let go
mason always gifting her toys to become her favourite uncle
her joining practice once they're done and would all play with her
"daddy, i want to be a footballer like you"
HE WOULD MELT!!!!
always playing together in the backyard 😭
i'll stop now i'm too emotional to go on
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dad to the rescue - christian pulisic
summary: when Y/N and Christian's daughter is frightened of the doctor, Christian comes to the rescue to calm her fears
pairing: Christian Pulisic x reader
word count: 2.0k
warnings/tags: descriptions of a doctor's office, needles/injections, anxiety, lots and lots of fluff
requested: no
notes: Hey y'all! I've been feeling pretty uninspired recently, but I have more time to right now that school is out. So I decided to rewrite this old fic that I wrote several years ago for another fandom to try to get the creativity flowing! So if you read a fic similar to this for someone else years ago, no you didn't. It's definitely not my favorite thing that I've written, but hopefully, it'll get the ball rolling!
“Mommy, I don’t like the doctor. It’s scary,” Lily whimpered as you helped her climb out of her car seat and onto the pavement.
You glanced nervously over at Christian, pleading silently for his help. You were naturally a nervous person—a trait that was dialed up to 11 when it came to your daughter. You were just as terrified, if not more so, than your daughter for this visit. Knowing that she was scheduled to receive an injection, you had convinced Christian to take the day to leave training early and accompany the two of you to the appointment—he always knew how to help in these situations.
“It’s gonna be okay, sweetheart. You’ve got Mommy and Daddy here with you, and…” He trailed off, squatting down so that he was on her level, and he loudly whispered, “I hear they have toys in the waiting room!”
Lily’s face brightened instantly at his words. “D’you want to go find out?” he asked her excitedly, and Lily nodded her head quickly. Christian sprung to his feet, and the two of them raced to the door, hand-in-hand, squealing giddily as I watched them with a huge smile spreading across my face.
Christian pulled open one of the doors, letting Layla speed through and waiting behind to hold it open for me to walk through. He gestured for you to pass, muttering a short, “m’lady,” as you walked through, causing you to giggle and roll your eyes at him.
Lily was inside, trying her hardest to pull open the second set of doors, but it was too heavy for her small self. You reached forward, pulling lightly on the door, and she gasped, thinking she had finally gotten the door to budge on her own, before racing through and straight into the waiting room.
Christian followed in behind you, placing a gentle hand on your lower back. You spun around, pulling him toward you with a firm grip on his shirt and planted a long, firm kiss on his lips. When you pulled away, he had a massive grin on his face.
“What was that for?” he asked, still smirking down at you.
“No reason in particular,” you shrugged, holding back a grin of your own.
“Well, whatever I did, I should do it more often,” he leaned down, pecking your lips once again.
You swatted his chest, gently pushing him away. “You have a daughter in there that has been promised toys and playtime, so you better join her. I’ll sign her in,” you said, pointing to the door of the waiting room.
“Yes ma’am,” he retorted with a short salute, and you punched his shoulder. “Okay, okay, I’m going!” He grinned from ear to ear as he quickly joined Lily in the waiting room.
You turned around, heading to the front desk to sign in and receiving a clipboard with paperwork to fill out.
You sat in the waiting room, occupying your time by filling out the papers and occasionally glancing up to watch your husband and daughter playing enthusiastically with the toy cars. You couldn't help but smile as Christian made motor noises and loud honking sounds with his mouth as he wheeled the cars across the playmat toward Lily.
Before long, a nurse came to the door, sweetly calling out, “Lilian Pulisic?” even though the three of you were the only ones there.
“That’s us!” Christian smiled, standing from the floor and taking Lily’s hand, sensing that her nerves had quickly returned with the appearance of the nurse. As he led her over to the nurse, the fear was back on her face as she clung tightly to his arm, but she seemed to be slightly more confident as she walked with him.
The nurse weighed her and measured her height. Lily jumped up and down when the nurse told her that she’d grown 3 inches in the last year. After taking a few more measurements, the nurse led your little family into a small exam room and let you know that the doctor would be there soon.
You and Christian sat down in the chairs as you watched Lily wander the room, pointing out the various animals painted along the walls of the room. You pulled Christian’s hand into your lap, intertwining your fingers with his and gripping it tightly. Your worry for your daughter had quickly returned as you sat down in the hard, plastic chairs, and Christian sensed this, beginning to run his thumb over the back of your hand in an effort to soothe you.
A few minutes later, a young female doctor walked in, stethoscope hanging around her neck and computer in hand. Christian lifted Lily to sit on the exam table before settling back into his seat next to you.
“Hello there! You must be Lilian!” the doctor greeted warmly. “Do you go by Lilian?”
Lily remained silent, glancing nervously over at you with wide eyes.
“Go on, it’s okay,” Christian encouraged her softly.
She looked back at the doctor, replying with a quiet, “My name’s Lily.”
“Oh wow! Your name is so beautiful!” the doctor said excitedly, and a small smile appeared on Lily’s face. “Well, my name is Dr. Jones, but you can call me Anna.” Lily giggled and you could tell that she was already warming up to the doctor.
The appointment continued normally and Lily grew confident enough to answer most of the questions on her own, which caused your heart to swell with pride. Anna only turned to you and Christian to get more precise answers about Lily’s eating and sleeping habits.
Anna listened to her heart, took her blood pressure, and checked over every part of Lily’s body, from her head to her toes. Lily laughed especially hard when Anna looked in her ears (she told you between giggles that it tickles) and when she used the mallet on Lily’s leg to check her reflexes.
“Alright, we’ve just got one more thing to do and then you can go home!” Anna said as the appointment seemed to be coming to its end. “I see we’re scheduled for a vaccine today?” she asked, glancing at you and Christian for confirmation.
“Alright, so what we’re gonna do, is we’re gonna give you a little shot right here,” she explained, drawing a small circle on Lily’s left arm. “I know that sounds really scary, but it’ll feel like a little pinch, and then it’ll be over, okay?” Lily seemed a little uncertain, but otherwise fine. Anna left, but not before explaining that the nurse from before would be back in shortly and giving Lily a high five on her way out the door.
Just moments later, the nurse returned, carrying a tray with some alcohol swabs and a needle on it. The moment Lily laid eyes on the tray, she began to panic.
“Mommy, I don’t want a shot,” she cried, the tears quickly welling up in her eyes and spilling down her cheeks. You jumped up from your chair as she reached out for you, rushing to her side and hugging her tightly as she cried.
It hurt you to see her this scared. You swallowed the lump in your throat, doing your best to speak softly and calmly to her. “Shh, baby, it’s okay. You heard Dr. Jones! It’s just a small pinch and then it’s over. You can do this!”
Your words seemed to do nothing to calm Lily nerves, and she whimpered, pulling you closer by the fabric of your shirt.
You felt Christian’s hand on your back, telling you that he was standing just behind you. He placed a quick kiss on your cheek, whispering in your ear, “Here, let me.”
You stepped back, watching as Christian sat on the table next to Lily, holding your shaking daughter as she clung tightly to him. He shrugged the jacket he was wearing from his shoulders, pulling the short sleeve of his T-shirt up and over his left shoulder.
“Hey, look here,” he spoke soothingly to Lily, holding out his tattooed arm for her to look at. She slowly looked away from the nurse, who was preparing for the shot. “Tell me all of the things you see on my arm.”
Lily sniffled, wiping her nose on her sleeve, but her crying seemed to be slowing down now. She ran her small hand along his arm, trying to find something.
“There’s a tiger,” she spoke slowly. Christian turned his arm so that she could see the face of the tiger more clearly.
“Very good!” Christian exclaimed, and a small smile appeared on Lily’s face. “Now try to find something else.” He glanced at you as she continued looking, shooting you a quick smile before returning his attention back to his little girl.
Lily jumped as the nurse wiped her arm with the cold alcohol swab, her focus leaving Christian’s arm as the fear in her eyes returned.
“It’s okay. She’s just cleaning your arm,” Christian explained sweetly. “Keep looking.”
“S-some letters,” she stuttered, pointing at Christian’s wrist. He nodded with a short “mhm.” Her fingers trailed up to Christian’s shoulder. “A bird.” She brushed her fingers across his skin, down the inside of his arm. “And that’s Mike.” A short giggle fell from her lips as she reached the tattoo of the one-eyed, green monster from Monsters Inc., a movie that she had watched many times with her father.
Christian noticed the nurse uncapping the needle, and he moved to point out something else so Lily would remain distracted. He flipped his arm over, pointing to the chess piece on his forearm. “And this here is a chess piece. It’s called the queen.” Lily tapped the inked game piece with her fingers, clueless to the movements of the nurse next to her.
As the nurse put the needle in her arm, Lily whimpered quietly. She gripped Christian’s arm tightly in her small fingers, clamping her eyes shut as she let out a small cry.
But the shot was over as quickly as it had started.
“It’s over,” Christian spoke to her, kissing the top of her head while she still held tightly to his arm. Lily looked up at his face, and Christian's heart tightened a little as he wiped the tear streaks away with his thumb. “You’re okay, sweetie. We’re all done.”
The nurse put a bandage on Lily’s shoulder as Christian slipped his arms back into his jacket.
Soon enough, we were dismissed from the room, and Lily reached out for Christian to pick her up. She lifted her arms into the air toward him, wiggling her fingers with droopy eyes—clearly exhausted from the whole ordeal. She was barely awake enough in his arms to pick out a sticker before dropping her head onto his shoulder as you signed her out.
The three of you walked out the front doors of the office and to the car. Christian carefully shuffled the small girl out of his arms and into her car seat as you held the door open. Lily had managed to fall fast asleep in the time it took to reach the car.
You closed the door gently, attempting to keep from waking her up. You softly pushed Christian into the side of the car, resting your hands on both of his cheeks as you planted a firm kiss to his lips.
When you pulled back, Christian had a confused but pleased grin on his face.
“You’re incredible. You know that?” you asked as you felt his arms snake around your waist, pulling you further into his body.
“You really think so?”
You nodded in response. “You have such a way with her. I would’ve absolutely been freaking out along with her.”
He quickly kissed you again, a mischievous smile on his lips. “You know,” he started slowly, his smile only growing as he spoke. “We could always have another one.”
“Now you’re getting ahead of yourself, Pulisic,” you laughed, pulling away from him and beginning to walk around the car to get in on the passenger side. He reached to try to slap your butt as you walked away, but you jumped out of the way, dodging his hand and causing both of you to giggle as you ran around the car.
You heard him call from the other side of the vehicle. “You didn’t say no!”
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The Florida Heat
Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader
Warnings: florida is a warning in itself, sweet dad!chris, twins mean mischief, gets pg-14 for a second there, reader and chris as disgustingly in love, sweet family moments, football gets messy, lots of cuddles and kisses, mentions of being sick and periods, talks of pregnancy and taking of tests.
Word Count: 4k
Author’s Note: everyone writes chris as a girl dad but boy dad christian my most beloved <333 enjoy this lil something I threw together lmao
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15 years old.
That’s how old you are the first time you met Christian and as all love stories go you hated him at first; you thought he was cocky and arrogant but overtime, he proved you otherwise.
You started dating shortly after you turned 16, the two of you finding out you were expecting when you were 18; not one but two babies. It wasn’t the ideal path, considering you were starting a company with your best friend and Christian was off to start his football career but things happen for a reason.
The twins were two boys; the boys were named Christopher Andrew Pulisic and Alexander Charles Pulisic. The initial swapping wasn’t planned, it just happened that way.
When the boys were 3, the two of you got married at the grown age of 21. It seemed rushed to most of those outside of your families but it was clear the love you two had was like none other.
There was no stopping the two of you even if they had tried too.
That brings you to now; hot, sticky Florida. Your husband had bought a home there shortly after his 23rd birthday, the four of you often spent your time there during the breaks.
This week was no exception. It was the last two weeks of the off-season, Christian decided that you'd spend the first week in Florida and then head back to England so everyone could settle in before training for the upcoming season begins again.
His arm draped over your waist, his big hand on your stomach and you try to wiggle away from him but Christian pulls you back. His sticky skin clings to yours but not in a good way.
“Chris,” you mumbled, practically prying his arm off of you. “C’mon, it’s boiling in here.”
“The AC is on, I'm cold.” He mumbles into your shoulder, kissing it softly. You wiggled a bit, rolling to your back. Christian repositions himself to drop his head on your shoulder and your arm wrapped around him. “This is nice,” the man says, your fingers brushing through his hair.
“You get this all the time,” you laughed, the man clings to you like this every morning. “It’s different, it’s the Florida heat.” He whispers, looking up at you.
“If you mean it’s different because you’re all sweaty, then yeah.” You laughed, your husband reaching up to give you a kiss.
Your hand rests on his cheek, Christian shifts up to reach you better. He moves to get on top of you, your legs wrapping around as you pull him down closer.
“We have to be quiet,” you whisper to him.
He mumbles something into the crook of your neck that you don’t quite catch, the feeling of his lips and the stubble on his chin scratching against your skin distracts you from whatever it was.
Before it could go any further, the two of you get interrupted by the door swinging open. “Mommy!” CJ shouts, Alex running behind him. “We want breakfast!”
You look up at your husband, your hand on his chest as he sighs. You can’t help but giggle at his reaction, the man moves to sit beside you as the boys climb up onto the bed. The twins settle between the two of you; CJ was laying over your lap and Alex was fiddling with the band on his father’s wrist, spinning it around.
Alexander had been called Alex since they were born and Christoper used to be called Chris but seeing that you call Christian Chris, you two settled on calling him CJ; Chris Jr.
“Tell your father, sweetie.” You look over at Christian, smiling as both boys jump on top of their father.
Christian’s got his arms wrapped around both boys, one of them on either side. “What do you want for breakfast?” There’s a few different answers shouted between the boys, but Christian manages to figure out what exactly it is they want.
“Did you brush your teeth?” He asks next, sitting up. The boys share a look which is an answer in itself.
CJ jumps on his father’s back, arms wrapped around his neck and Alex climbs on his father’s lap, Christian holding them against him. One arm on Alex and the other behind him to hold CJ.
“Say bye to mama, you two are gross.” He teases them, making them laugh.
You blow a kiss to them from the bed, assuming their father was carrying them to the bathroom; a correct guess I might add as you hear the sinks turn on. You find your way to the bathroom in your room, about to get ready for the day and brush your teeth when your husband walks back in.
You can see him making a bee line for you, his arms wrapped around you from behind as you brushed your teeth. His lips trail up from behind your shoulder to your neck, causing you to look at him in the mirror.
“Really?” You mumbled, Christian rolled his eyes at your question. “Yes, really. Can I not love on my wife?”
“Buddy, I look horrendous right now.”
“No you don’t,” his chin rests on your shoulder as he looked at you in the mirror.
You never quite understood your husband's obsession with you; even as teenagers when you first met, Christian was enamoured with you, and he spent a lot of time staring before he even spoke to you. You just assume that he was a weirdo, but as the years went on and dating turned into marriage, you realize that he hadn’t changed, that he just likes to look at you.
The sound of little footsteps going downstairs was signalled Christian to let go of you. You smiled at him in the mirror, telling him that you're heading downstairs because you need to watch the boys before they get into any trouble and knowing who their father was, they’d definitely get into trouble.
CJ and Alex were sitting on the stools by the island in the kitchen, you kissed their heads as you passed by, getting them some orange juice before putting the kettle on to boil. You sat with them, the 3 of you talking about what you were gonna do for the next 2 days you were there.
Christian comes down confused, “what’s going on?”
“We're chatting because daddy said he’d make breakfast, right boys?” You look at the twins who nodded, trying to hold back giggles but failing miserably.
They always found it funny when you scolded their father, not so much when you scolded them but I digress.
The boys were chasing each other around the kitchen now, you were making some tea and Christian was doing something on his phone. Auggie, your golden retriever, was scratching at the back door so you opened it, letting him run out into the backyard.
“Stop,” you call to the twins who were about to run out. “How do you do that?” Alex asked with a groan, making you smile.
“Mom magic,” you turn to face them. “Where do you two think you’re going?”
“Can we play outside? Please mama?” CJ asks, the two of them giving you puppy eyes. You should say no, they’re gonna get messy before breakfast and then it's gonna be a disaster.
“Yeah,” Christian tells them, “stay in the yard though.”
The two of them go sprinting out into the yard, the door left wide open so you could see them but all the hot air bellowed into the house faster than the air conditioning could counteract it.
Once again, your husband hugs you from behind as you watch the boys by the backdoor, your mug in one hand and the other reaching back to rest on his cheek. You can feel the stubble against your palm, the man turning his head to kiss your hand.
“Aren’t you supposed to be making breakfast?” You asked and he hums in response. “It’s fine, I already ordered something.”
“You’re so lazy.”
Christian takes your mug from you, setting it on the counter before picking you up. Your husband swings you around, making you laugh when he sets you on the counter, right next to the mug. He reaches up to give you a kiss, your hand moving back to rest on his cheek but he drops his head into your lap, the hand moves to rest on the back of his head.
Your nails scratch over the nape of his neck, rubbing up to the back of his head where the hair was cut low. “I miss this when I'm training.” He mumbles, the words muffled by the fact that his face was buried into your thigh at the moment.
“We’re still with you, we’re not going anywhere.”
“But it’s so easy here,” he says, turning his head to look at you. “Makes me want to retire.”
You roll your eyes, he’s been singing about retiring since the twins were born. He hadn't even started his career at that point. “Shut up, you’d lose your mind if you had to stop kicking that stupid ball around.”
“Yeah, that stupid ball pays for all of this.”
“You say that as if I don’t do anything,” you pinched his side. Christian flashes you a smile, standing up to give you a kiss. “I know, baby. You’re everything a man could want, I’m so lucky to have you.”
“Yeah, you are.” You smiled, patting his cheek before getting off the counter.
On cue, the doorbell rings and Christian goes to get the food and pay while the boys come in and wash up. You leave the door cracked open a bit so Auggie can come in if he wants. You get plates and cutlery, setting it on the island.
Leant over the counter to get the glasses that the boys previously left there, your husband smacked your ass as he passed by; married for 4 years, together for nearly 10 and he still acted like a love sick teenage boy.
The 3 boys, Christian included because he acts like a child sometimes, settle in and you all eat breakfast.
“Can we go swimming?” Alex asks to no one in particular. His brother joins in, asking the same question.
You and Christian share a glance and you nod, “sure but not now.”
It was barely 11:30 and they had just come in from outside, as well as had breakfast so they needed to settle down and relax before jumping into the pool. The twins help you clear up the table because Christian had a few team related calls to make.
Alex and CJ settle into the living room, playing with their race cars and doing a bit of colouring, as well as playing on their iPads while you catch up on work emails at the dining room table. You and your best friend, Celia, ran a fashion brand together. It's mostly online and you had a small boutique in London but it did fairly well.
Two hours had passed before you finally finished up, the boys were bickering between themselves over who gets to play with the red car and who gets the blue one.
“Daddy’s on the phone,” you remind them, a signal for them to quiet down a little, they do but continue to bicker.
You quietly make your way down the hall to find Christian, the man at the end of the interview when you walked in. He glanced over the laptop, smiling at you when you shut the door. The person on the other end asks what he’s been up to over the break, he hasn't posted much about his break like his other teammates have.
“Yeah, we’re actually in Florida for the next few days. The missus and our boys are waiting for me, it was nice speaking to you guys.” He tells them, a cue he wants the interview to end. They wish him well for the upcoming season, telling him to tell you all hello before letting him go.
“The missus?” You asked, “I think Mason is rubbing off on you.”
Christian laughs, leaning back into the chair as you walk over to him, sitting yourself down on his lap. His arms wrapped around your middle, a hand resting on your stomach without a second thought. “Where are the boys?”
“Bickering over their cars,” you lean into him, your head on his shoulder.
Christian reaches for his phone, checking the time. “Is it 2 already? Where’d the time go?”
“Time flies babe, you know this.”
“Should we take the boys outside? Before they break everything in the house?”
“Yeah,” you laughed, getting off his lap.
The two of you head out into the living room, and you send the boys off with their father so they can change into their swimming trunks. You were feeling a bit queasy after breakfast, you aren't sure if it’s because you didn't get enough sleep or because Christian was swinging you around like a sack of potatoes. Either way, you let Christian deal with the sugared up kids while you took your time.
You were in the middle of changing, your husband walking into the room and shutting the door quietly.
“Where are the boys?” You asked, moving your hands so he can tie the knot at the back of the bikini top.
Christian’s fingers were cold, sending a shiver down your spine. “Changing, they didn’t want to match so I had to dig for the other shorts.” He says, rubbing your back where the goosebumps had appeared.
“They’re growing up, Chris. They’re not always gonna want to match.”
You chuckled at the pout on your husband’s face; it seemed like just yesterday the boys were born, you weren’t sure where the time had gone.
The bedroom door opens as Christian finishes changing, “can we go?” CJ climbs up onto the bed, bouncing up and down as his brother tugged on your hand.
“Can you take them down?” You look at Christian, he can sense just from the look on your face that something was wrong. He nods. giving you a questionable look. You shook your head, silently telling him it's fine. “I’ve gotta use the bathroom, I’ll be down in a few.” You tell them, sending them on their way.
Christian stops by the door, looking back at you once more. “You okay?” He asks, the concern evident in his voice.
“I’m fine, I'll be down just now. Put sunscreen on the boys and yourself. Oh, take Auggie out too.”
“I don’t want sunscreen,” he grumbles, walking out of the room.
“Don’t complain when you look like a tomato then!” You shouted back to him, hearing him shout a fine as you walked into the bathroom.
You sat on the bed for a moment, trying to do the math in your head. It was the 15th, your period should have started by now. It ended on the 6th of last month, something was off.
Walking to the bathroom, you tumbled through the drawers until you found what you were looking for; a pregnancy test.
You did the usual routine, pee in the stick, wash your hands, sit there and wait the excruciatingly long 5 minutes that felt like a lifetime. Your phone buzzed on your lap, letting you know that the 5 minutes were up and you couldn’t bring yourself to move.
The test sat face down on the counter, you were sitting a few feet away on the edge of the tub.
You knew if you didn’t get up soon, Christian would come looking for you. You forced yourself up, staring down at the test for a moment before turning it over.
Two lines stared back at you.
Pregnant.
You let out a breath, unsure what to do for the moment. Not like the baby would be going anywhere, there’s no need to derail the day with the news. You can hear the footsteps on the stairs, Christian was in fact looking for you.
“Honey?!” He shouts, his voice sounds like it’s right outside the bedroom door.
You slipped the test back into the little plastic wrapper for the time being and tossed it into the bottom drawer. Stepping out of the bathroom just as he walked into the room, he can see the look on your face.
“You okay?” He asked once more. “You’ve been up here a while.”
“Yeah,” you breathe, putting a smile on your face. “The string wasn’t tying properly,” you gesture to the knot on the side of your bikini bottoms. Christian nods, his hand held out for yours and you take it, the two of you walking downstairs.
The boys were tossing the tennis ball back and forth while Auggie ran and jumped, trying to get the ball from them.
“Can we get in now?” Alex asks, tossing the ball behind his brother so Auggie can go get it.
You nod, “be careful, no running!” You warned them but they had already started running to jump into the pool.
Waterbugs was what you called them. They were just like their father in that way; in many ways actually but especially like that. Christian could spend all day in a pool or a lake, the boys were the same way.
Their dad gets in with them, you join them at the pool but sit on the edge. Alex and CJ were racing each other, swimming laps up and down the length of the pool.
“You don’t wanna get in?” Your husband asks, his wet hands resting on your thighs when he steps between your legs.
You shook your head, “the water is freezing,” you remind him, shaking your leg side to side a bit.
Christian shrugs, turning around so his back was facing you. Your arms rest over his shoulders, hands flat on his chest. Your husband leans into you, arms propped up on your thighs as you two watch the boys race. Eventually they decided they wanted to play volleyball in the pool but Alex spiked the ball a little too far which prompted them to get out of the pool.
The two of you followed, you went off to rest on the lounger, letting the sun dry off your legs while Christian joined the boys for a match; the twins vs their dad.
None of the boys dried off and because they were running around in the grass, slipping as they dived for the ball, they ended up covered in mud. Your eyes are closed but you can hear the giggles and the thuds when they fall, not hard enough to get hurt but enough to be covered in mud; that was part of the fun - also why they always dragged their dad out to play when it’s done raining.
“Stay still,” Christian tells the boys, the sound of squishy footsteps on the wet grass followed by the sound of unravelling caught your attention.
You lifted the sunglasses to see the boys getting hosed off by their father, the mud dripping onto the concrete. You smiled, watching as they giggled and turned away when Chris sprayed their faces. You lay back down, knowing that if they get washed off, they’ll be jumping back into the pool with their dad or so you thought.
The feeling of ice cold water startles you, causing you to sit up and pull your sunglasses off. “Chris!” You shouted, getting off the lounger. Your husband laughs, dropping the hose as he runs over to grab you before you can get away.
CJ walks over to the hose, picking it up to spray his brother. The two of them are fighting over the hose before they decide to spray you and Christian instead. You’re hiding behind your husband, the boys laughing as they watch their father try to get the hose back from them.
At some point, Christian gave up on getting the hose back and just turned the water off. The boys pouted as you got the towels from by the backdoor, wrapping them up before sending them off to take a shower.
You were going to clean up the trail of water they left behind as they went up but Christian said he’d clean it, sending you off to wash off.
After what felt like the best shower you’ve had in a while, you returned downstairs to find the boys on the couch and in pjs.
“Where’s dad?” You asked, leaning over the couch to kiss their heads.
“Kitchen,” CJ answers, eyes glued to the screen. “Making dinner,” Alex tells you, smiling at you. You pinch his cheek softly, nodding before walking off to see your husband by the stove.
He’s yet to notice you’ve entered the kitchen so you sneak up on him, giving his ass a smack. “Seriously ?” He gives you a look of fake disapproval, making you giggle.
“As serious as a heart attack.”
Christian rolls his eyes as you peek behind him to see what he was cooking. “Go shower, I'll finish up.” You tell him, reaching up to give him a kiss.
“You're sure?”
“Yeah, you stink. Go,” you shove him away, making him laugh. He kisses you once more before finally heading up to take a shower.
While Christian’s in the shower, dinner finishes up and you sit the boys down at the table to eat. The 3 of you were chatting about the plans for when you get back to England; how they want to have a playdate with their friends, go to training with their dad, etc etc. Christian comes down and joins you guys, the 4 of you finishing up dinner and tidying up.
The boys settle in on the couch, deciding they wanted to watch Toy Story for the millionth time and they fall asleep 20 minutes into the movie. “We should take them up,” you whispered to the man that was dozing off himself.
“Yeah,” he yawns, carefully getting up. He stretches, waking himself up a bit before reaching down to pick up both of the boys.
You go to take CJ from him but he steps away. “I got it babe,” he tells you, nodding for you to go up and open the door.
“Okay Captain America. Whatever you say.”
Even though he didn’t know you were pregnant, he never let you carry the boys, especially now that they've grown up. He told you they were too heavy and you’d hurt yourself but you told him to shut up, they’re still your babies and you’d carry them if you wanted too.
Christian puts the boys into bed, the two of you tucking them in and kissing them goodnight before heading to your room. You get into bed, Christian does his usual switching off the lights and sprinting into bed. You can feel him get in beside you, his chest against your back as his arm drops over your side.
His hand finds its way under your shirt, resting on your bare stomach. His thumb rubs over the skin softly and you go quiet, despite the room behind quiet prior to that, it’s obvious this was a different type of quietness.
Like something was waiting to be said; for the other shoe to drop.
“Baby?” He whispers into the darkness of the room. “What’s going on?”
You let out a breath, your hand moving to rest on top of Christian’s. “I’m pregnant.”
The room is quiet again, your husband pulls his hand away from you and you can feel his body move away from yours and eventually get off the bed. You sit up, confused as to what was going on.
“Chris?” You call, you can make out his shadow in the room and he switches on the light.
He's looking at you with a smile on his face. “You’re pregnant?” He asks, making sure he heard you right.
You’re sitting at the edge of the bed now, nodding. “It’s still early but.. yeah.”
Christian walks over to you, his hands cupping your face as he leans down to give you a kiss. He moves to kneel in front of you, a hand on your stomach when he leans into you to give your stomach a kiss.
“I can’t believe we’re having another baby.” He says, getting back into bed. You look over at him, “you’re like a rabbit, Christian, are you really that shocked?”
He rolls his eyes, his arms slinging over your shoulder. “Way to ruin the moment, babe.”
“Oh bite me, Chris.” You giggled, reaching to give him a kiss.
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Becoming a Daddy | Christian Pulisic
Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Reader
Sumary: Where you see Christian become a father.
Warnings: English is not my first language !!!.There are probably many mistakes (I will correct them later). Mentions of pregnancy.Mention of Birth , Labor.
Gif: brasiliangp
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A part of you believed that there was no way you could fall in love with him anymore.
But you couldn't be more wrong.
As the months went by and you watched him become a father, you could see it.
(...)
From the moment he found out that a little life was forming in your womb, the care began.
During the 9 months of pregnancy and including the day your guy came into the world he was nothing but the perfect man/husband.
Whenever he wasn't away for a game or training, he stayed by your side at all times.
Attentive to any needs you might have.
And don't get me wrong, you loved how attentive he was but there were times when you had to put a brake.
(...)
Y/N- my love please stop, I can do it myself, nothing will happen to me.
Ch- I only care about you.
Y/N- I know and understand it but... I want to do what I can as long as our little guy here lets me do it. Caressing the small lump that was forming.
Ch- I'm sorry if I'm being a bit burdensome.
Y/N- you don't have to apologize, believe me I understand, but there are still a lot of things I can do, so for the time being, Daddy, I should be saving your energy.
Ch-daddy will save energy, as long as Mommy doesn't call him that that again, I don't want our son to witness how his parents behave.
(...)
Months went by and even though Christian hadn't been "saving" energy and even though you caught his attention on several occasions, you could say that you enjoyed every moment.
It made you value the time I was at home and it wasn't for some competition.
(...)
Luckily for our baby's day of birth, Christian was home.
To your surprise, he managed to stay calm.
When I was in your room and the contractions were not very strong but if you continue, I immediately take you to the bathroom and help you get ready.
Before you know it, you're on your way to the hospital, in the hospital, and ready to give birth.
At all times Christian was by your side.
Finally your little one came into this world.
(...)
Ch- you made it my love, our little one is finally with us.
Y/N- we made it, we were both a part of this, thank you for being there for us.
We both looked at our baby with tears of joy.
After 9 long months he was finally with us.
Ch- he's perfect. Gently caressing her little cheek.
Y/N- is our son, what were you waiting for!
It wasn't because we were his parents, but our little boy is beautiful and if when he grows up he's just like his dad, I think there will be problems.
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ANOTHERS
FOOTBALL MASTERLIST
Knowing Family - Julian Alvarez x Reader
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Unqualified
Part 1 of the Road to the World Cup Series
Christian Pulisic x Reader (female)
Summary: As Christian's high school sweetheart, the reader watches on as the US tries to qualify for the World Cup. After the game, the reader tells Christian some surprising news.
Warnings: Flangst, mentions of sex, pregnancy
Word Count: 1836
A/N: I've had this idea for a while. I finally got in the mood to write again. Currently writing part 2. I've got 4 parts planned for this series. Hope you all enjoy!
MASTERLIST
CHRISTIAN MASTERLIST
BUY ME A COFFEE
It was simple. A win and you’re in. A tie and you put your fate into the other countries hands. Lose and you're out. Dressed proudly in her #10 US kit, Y/N sat in between her boyfriend’s (of 4 years) parents. The last four days had been a whirlwind. She was sick before traveling to Orlando for the Panama match. So sick she missed her first flight and caught one that allowed her to get to the game just in time for kickoff. Even though she still wasn’t 100%, she wouldn’t miss these games for anything.
She loved watching Christian play. She’s either been at or watched every match since they met when they were 14. They started dating when they were 15. When Christian moved to Germany at 16, they considered breaking up to not hold each other back, but that idea was quickly turned down. Figured they would try. Succeeding for two years at distance, she moved to Dortmund to be with him. Her parents weren’t happy with the decision because of college, but she is taking online classes to get a degree in marketing. Online gave her the freedom of travel when she wanted to go with Christian.
Now at 19, she watched as the second half began for the final game of World Cup qualifying. The US was down 0 to 2 but she saw the way Christian looked when he walked back onto the pitch. His determination and focus was the only thing you could read on his face.
She watched on as the US headed toward goal. Y/N quickly grabbed onto Kelley’s arm as Jorge Villafana attempted a shot but was immediately blocked by Alvin Jones. Villafana was able to get the ball back and pass it to an open Christian at the top of the box. Christian takes a touch that pushes him a few feet closer to the goal before just striking it into the back of the net. Y/N stood up fast and yelled. She started feeling lightheaded so she turned and hugged Kelley and then Mark to not let them catch on to how she was feeling. They continued to celebrate as the US boys grabbed the ball to try and get another goal and keep the play moving.
As the second half continued, Y/N watched on as the boys tried everything in their power to score a second goal, but ultimately, when the final whistle rang, it wasn’t the US on top of the scoreboard. Y/N stayed sitting as Mark stood up. Kelley wrapped her arm around the young girl that stole her son’s heart. She watched as Y/N fought tears. Kelley could tell she was trying to keep it together, for when she saw Christian.
Y/N was doing a somewhat decent job at keeping her tears at bay until she watched Christian drop into a squat with his head in his jersey. Kelley squeezed her closer to her as she tried to comfort her. She too had tears in her eyes. She was sad for her son. She knew how hard he was working to achieve his dreams and goals. She was also sad for the young girl in her arms because she knew how much she supported her son and was there for him when she or Mark couldn’t. She knew Y/N wanted it for Christian just as much as he wanted it.
Watching the team make their way into the locker room, the Pulisic’s and Y/N thought it would be a good time to make their way down into the family area. Once they made it to the hallway outside the locker room, Y/N sat down on a chair that was near. Mark put his hand on her shoulder and sadly smiled at her. She gave him one back before staring at the door. One by one, players started making their way out. They stopped at their family or made their way to the team bus.
Christian was the last one to come out. Y/N quickly stood up as she saw him look opposite of his family before turning and looking right at her. He quickly walked over and wrapped her in a tight hug. He dug his face into her neck. She felt a few tears leave his eyes and wet her skin.
“I know it sucks right now, but I am so proud of you.” She whispered into his ear.
“It’s my fault. I could’ve done more.” Christian said so quietly she almost didn’t hear him.
“You did your job. You stepped up when needed. This was not your fault.” She ran her hand over his short hair as she squeezed him tighter. Kelley and Mark watched on at their son and they hoped, their future daughter in law.
“I love you Christian Mate.” She said as she kissed his neck. “I will always love you and be proud of you. Now go hug your parents and I will give you all the cuddles tonight.” She whispered the last part for only him to hear. Christian pulled back and leaned his forehead on hers.
“I don’t deserve you.” He whispered before giving her a small kiss and pulling away. He quickly turned to his mom for comfort. Y/N watched on as she watched her boyfriend get the same words from his parents that she just spoke to him.
“Yo Christian! Time to go.” She heard one of his teammates yell.
“I’m coming!” Christian yelled back. He came back to Y/N and gave you another slow, soft kiss. “I’ll see you here in a little bit.”
After getting into the rental the Pulisics rented, they quickly drove her to the team hotel to meet back up with Christian.
“Y/N, you okay dear?” Kelley asked.
“I’m good. Just bummed for Chris.” Y/N sighed.
“Oh sweetie. He’ll be okay.” She turned and smiled at her.
“You are doing everything right Y/N. You are there for him. We couldn’t ask for anyone better for our son to date.” Mark said. She smiled at him with a blush. As they pulled up to the hotel, Y/N smiled at both parents and thanked them for the ride.
“We are going to come visit you both in a few weeks for Thanksgiving.” Kelley said.
“I can’t wait. Have fun on your trip to the Bahamas.” She smiled as they thanked her and drove off.
Y/N walked into the lobby and sat on the couch as she waited for the team bus to arrive. What Y/N didn’t know was that Christian and her were going to quickly grab their stuff and get on a private plane back to Germany. Normally, Christian wouldn’t pay for that, but after that loss, he wanted to get away from people as fast as possible.
“Hi Y/N.” She looked up and saw Paul Arriola and Clint Dempsey walking in. She smiled and waved at them before they kept walking to the elevator. When Christian walked in, she quickly stood up and met him with an open hand. He was quick to intertwine his fingers with hers. He dragged her to the elevators.
“Bags are packed right?” He asked her once alone in the moving object.
“Yes. Why?” She asked, giving his hand a squeeze.
“Gerald got us a private plane. We fly to Portugal tonight. We will fill up with gas and then make the rest of the flight to Dortmund.” He said. She nodded at him. Christian quickly packed the rest of his stuff before grabbing most of the bags and heading out of the room with Y/N hot on his trail.
Part way through the flight, Y/N was cuddled up to Christian on the pullout couch. Neither speaking and neither sleeping. Christian squeezed her closer to him and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
“How you feeling? I forgot to ask earlier.” He said softly.
“I’m better. I still have my moments.” She said before sitting up. “Actually, I have something to tell you.” Christian sat up as well. “I don’t know how to say this.”
“You can tell me. It’s okay.” He said, grabbing her hand for support.
“I’m pregnant.” Y/N said. She looked down but then quickly looked up to see a shocked Christian.
“What?” He asked in disbelief.
“I’m pregnant. I’m 13 weeks as of Saturday.” She said. “I did the math, we brought home a souvenir from vacation.”
“Wow. Okay.” Christian rubbed his hand down his face. Still in shock at the news. “When did you find out?”
“The day before I flew into Orlando. I went to the doctor to get some medicine to help settle my stomach. They ran some tests and asked if there was a chance of me being pregnant. I mean, I couldn’t say no. It’s like we’ve been in the honeymoon stage lately.” She giggled as Christian gave a small laugh and a nod of his head.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“I didn’t want to distract you from these games. I just wanted you to focus on soccer, not how we are going to be parents at 19.” She said sincerely. “Are you okay with this? I know it’s a lot to take in and I’ve had time to let it sink in, but how are you with this?”
“I uh… I don’t know.” He said honestly. “I’m not going to leave you. You are right about the thoughts of ‘how are we going to be parents at 19?’ have gone through my head.”
“We can do this.” She smiled.
“We can.” Christian smiled before leaning forward and capturing her lips, deepening it as they went along. “I’m terrified, but I’m glad it’s with you. I love you so much Y/N/N. You are going to be a fantastic mother.”
“And you will be an amazing father.” She kissed him slower this time before pulling away. “Can we wait a bit before we tell our families? I want to tell them, but I want this to stay between us for as long as possible, because the world will find out when I show up looking like a whale in black and yellow stripes.”
“But you’ll be my beautiful whale in black and yellow stripes.” He laughed as she slapped him on the chest. Christian pulled her closer and laid down with her on top of him. “We can wait as long as you want before we tell people.”
“Thank you. I know this is scary, but I’m glad I’m on this journey with you.” Y/N pushed his hair back as she ran her hand through it. As she straddled his lap, she leaned down and kissed him. Christian pulled back.
“Here’s to our next journey in our relationship.” He smiled before kissing her. Quickly deepening the kiss and rolling her over onto her back. “Now let’s join the mile high club to celebrate.”
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the beard
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Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Reader
Plot: your little girl doesn't recognize her beardless dad
Author's note: English is not my firts language
(Camille = your daughter)
"Please tell me you didn't really do it" you had returned from work and as soon as you turned the corner to enter the living room you found your boyfriend, Christian, sitting on the sofa and most importantly, without a beard!!!
"come on love I'm not that bad" you didn't respond to his response because before you could do so the baby monitor rang signaling that your little girl had woken up.
As soon as you entered her room you found her standing on her bed looking at you with those big eyes just like her father.
You didn't realize that Christian was behind you, but your little girl did because as soon as she saw him she started crying, at first you didn't understand why but when Christian came over to pick her up she cried more and He wrapped his little arms around your neck, at that point you understood the reason very well and it was Christian's beard.
"Camille darling, it's me dad" Christian told her, getting closer and closer, but the little girl didn't want to look at that man in her eyes, he was a stranger, you wanted to tell him "I told you not to do it" but you didn't do it, just so as not to rage further.
At that point christian gave you a look asking for help so you turned towards your little girl,
"Darling, he's dad, without a beard but he's dad", your little girl raised her head and looked from you to Christian,
"Daddy?" and at that moment Christian got even closer and stood right in front of his little girl's view
"yes darling I'm dad" and your little girl smiled and then she looked at you and said "ugly daddy"
at that moment you couldn't hold back any longer and started laughing, but Christian wasn't very happy about this because he rolled his eyes and said "come on I'm not that bad though" "well darling if he tells you that's yours too daughter, I would say yes"
Christian wasn't very happy with the answer and the fact that your little girl kept laughing at him, so he left the room but not before muttering that he was going to wear a wig instead of a beard
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To New Beginnings (A Small Town Romance AU)
Summary: Havencrest thrives on gossip and when a moving van is seen parked outside the old Miller's place, the folks of this small town are itching for something new.
Pairing: Single Dad!Christian Pulisic x Single Mom!Reader
Havencrest.
A small rural community, where gossip spread like wildfire. Next to football, gossip was the town's next best sport.
No secret was kept safe in Havencrest.
You had spent your whole life in this small town, leaving it only for high school field trips, and two years of college. And like the crumbling mural in Havencrest's town centre, you were stuck there. You watched the leaves turn brown, new life emerge from the blankets of snow that decorated the town's front yards every winter, and had competed in more apple bobbing competitions than you would've liked. From Friday night football games to the annual Harvest Festival, with its hayrides and pumpkin pie contests, nothing ever changed in your small town.
Until it finally did.
Coming soon.....
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THE TALK - DAD!PULISIC
SUMMARY: for dad!pulisic, how would he react or what should he said when the kid asks how children are made jadjdk (thank you for sending this, nonnie!)
TW: idk? maybe a slight mention of sex, but it’s mostly fluff and a bit of crack.
AUTHOR: this was super fun to write, but let me remind you it’s fiction! Have fun!
There wasn’t much you could do when your son decided to shut off and started to just observe things around him instead of just voicing what was troubling his little mind. Just like his dad. Lucky you that over the years, being in a relationship with Christian taught you how to deal with his own mini-me. Still, you always made sure Liam would know how his thoughts mattered and that it was okay to share, that neither of his parents would judge, only help. He tried to speak to Kelley, though, his granny but then was too shy to carry on and seeing him approach your mother in law instead of you or Christian was what you needed to know that, whatever was in Liam’s mind, was about you and Christian.
“I’ll try and talk to him.” Christian sighed in defeat, seeing now how exhausting it could be dealing with a 5 year old version of himself, as much of a great kid he’s always been. Calm, smart, full of energy but also loved cuddling with his parents anytime he had the chance. Your son was perfect and most of his personality was Christian’s.
“You go do it now, then!” You watched your husband raise both eyebrows at you. “What, Christian Mate? When I tell you to go do something, you go and do it.”
Christian pouted but there was also a smile playing on his lips. His chocolate eyes, as sparkly as ever, quickly moved from the backyard and back to you. He made sure Liam was still focused on scoring his goals in the backyard before leaned forward, warm hands holding your waist and those soft lips of his brushed against yours. “You get extra bossy and sexy when you’re pregnant.” He made you chuckle, knowing he loved every little thing about you even more when you were carrying his child. Your second one, now. Still on early stages. “I love when you girl boss me.”
You’d giggle like a school girl but Christian kissed you so passionately, one of his hands now softly moving to your bum as he pulled you closer to him, warm and wet lips so gentle and also so hungry to deepen the kiss but you pushed him when you felt like you needed to catch your breath, making Christian groan in disapproval — it was also the same time you heard a frustrated scream coming from outside. “Fuck, he even screams like you. I bet he missed a goal. It’s like I gave birth to my own husband.”
“Is that a bad thing, though?” Christian kissed the tip of your nose.
You shook your head. “I’d like to have someone on my team since it’s me doing the hard work of pushing your children out of my vagina.”
Christian softly slapped your bum and now his lips brushed your skin, from your lips to your cheeks, chin and the crook of your neck. “Baby, I think you’re beautiful but you can play so low sometimes…” his muffled against your neck, making you chuckle.
“Whatever, lover boy. Go talk to your son, I won’t let him see me listening, I promise.” Chocolate eyes widened at you, shocked you’d listen behind the door. “Don’t! Now go.”
Mimicking him, you slapped his bum and watched him turn on his heels, taking a deep breath before Liam’s name came out of his mouth. He approached the little one asking if he could play, as if it wasn’t Liam’s favourite thing to do with his dad, even if he preferred basketball, which was something Christian was also good at. Shocking.
But, still, Liam was proud to know his dad was a footballer and scored so many incredible goals. He shared it with all his school friends his dad was Christian Pulisic, praising his dribbling abilities and speed.
“So, buddy…” you heard Christian trying to start his mission, to which Liam sighed, knowing what was to come. “Wanna share with your old man what’s troubling your mind lately?” Hidden behind a wall, you could see from the mirror reflection in the dinning room that Liam shrugged a little, tilted his head back and narrowed his eyes. Just like his dad. “You know I wont judge.”
“How is there a baby inside my mom? I heard aunt DeeDee saying you put it there. But how?” You and Christian gasped at how honest his question was, and you had to cover your mouth not to laugh out loud. You could see from where you were that Christian’s face was flushed pink, almost red. “Was it through her mouth? Did she swallow the baby? Dad… did you hurt her to put the baby in there?”
Poor Liam, so confused.
Poor Christian, so embarrassed.
“Erm-well, I-“ Christian stuttered, he anxiously scratched his head and his eyes searched for you, but you quickly hid yourself so he wouldn’t use the opportunity to have you explaining your son how babies were made. “I think you deserve a decent explanation.”
Liam ignored the ball when his dad kicked it to ohim and he just waited, too curious to focus on anything else.
“I’m waiting, dad.”
Christian nodded. You knew he was insanely nervous and anxious by the way he rubbed both hands on his shirt, and then his palms on his eyes. “First of all, no, mommy didn’t get hurt.” Liam sighed in relief, to which you playfully giggled. “Men and women have these special cells that when, combined, can turn into a tiny baby that grows in a special place inside women, called uterus.”
“Is it in her tummy?” Liam furrowed.
“Yes, but it’s not where the food goes.” Liam’s mouth formed an ‘O’ shape and he seemed more relaxed now, as he went back to kicking the ball back to Christian and they started to play as they talked.
“How long until I can meet my sister, then?”
“Oh, your sister?” Liam cheerfully nodded. That was the most adorable thing, because Christian couldn’t shut his face on how strong it was the feeling you’d have a girl this time. “Nine months. She’s growing inside your mommy, getting all strong and sleeping a lot before she comes to meet us.”
“Will you tell me later how is she coming?”
Christian chuckled at his son, taking him in his arms and swinging him around, making the little one laugh out loud. They looked so much like each other, the way they tilted their head back when laughing and how their eyes almost closed. “I will, kid. Promise I will.”
You felt like it was time to make an appearance now that they were both relaxed and Liam was quite satisfied and happy with the answers he got. “Mommy, mommy!!!”
“Hello my baby,” you cooed, kneeling down so he could wrap his tiny arms around your neck. “Are you enjoying your time with daddy?”
“Yes!” He nodded, full of energy. “He told me how my sister was made.”
“Ohh, did he? And are you looking forward to meet her?”
“Yes mommy, I can’t wait!” Liam kissed your entire face then his tiny hand softly tapped your tummy. “Take a good care of her, mommy!” Then he rushed out after letting you and Christian know he was wearing his ‘big brother’ shirt for your pizza night in.
It was just you and Christian now, in the backyard. There was the sweetest smile curling the sides of his lips as he watched you, hands in his pocket, and you doing your best to control some happy tears from falling.
“Let it out, love.” And then you did, as you weren’t much of keeping your feelings to yourself. Especially when your body was flooding with pregnancy hormones. Christian made his way to you and helped you to get up, his arms now protectively wrapped around your body.
“Is he really just five?” You cried against his chest, feeling it move when Christian chuckled. His hands rubbing your back, comforting you, stared to ease your tears until they became silent sobs. You took a deep, long breath, finding his eyes staring you with so much love and sweetness you could cry again. Christian wiped your tears with his thumbs and then kissing your eyes as he did every time you cried.
“I’m not explaining how his sister is coming to the world, though.” And before you could slap his arm, Christian ran off with the most mischievous smile on his lips.
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Wanna Prove It? (Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader)
WC: 800+
Warnings/Tags: pure fluff
A/N: a short one cuz i need to get it out of my system lol. he really is gonna be a great dad one day to our children cuz christian and babies = 🫠😍💗💗💗! btw no it's not dad!pulisic (y'all gotta wait until christmas 😋). anyway hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍 (ps: if you want to be added in my taglist just lmk!)
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Christian and I are having a chill night in, and we spend most of the night laying on our couch with TV on. He gets up into the kitchen to get us some ice cream while I scroll through my Instagram feed on my phone – until I stumble across a video posted by USMNT of Matt Turner and Tim Ream answering a couple of "dad" questions. Just in time, Christian walks back into the living room holding a pint of ice cream and two spoons in his hands.
“Babe, have you seen the video USMNT just posted on Instagram?”
“What video?” He replies.
I show the post to him briefly as he sits back and puts the ice cream and spoons on the table in front of us.
“Oh it’s Matt and Tim! I thought it was another VW video I did!” He laughs. “ I haven’t seen it. Let me have a look.”
“Watch it until the end, I think you’re going to love it.” I suggest as I hand my phone and grab the ice cream.
He watches the short clip and makes some little comments during. He isn’t aware at the moment but from my point of view, excitement is written clearly on his face. There’s no denying he genuinely loves his national teammates (or as he usually calls them: buddies) – he does have some wonderful bonds with most of them.
“Yeah, I can see Joe and Brenden being terrific dads.” He agrees with one of Matt’s answers on the video.
“Wh- Aww, stop it.” Christian slightly blushes when Matt stated Christian would be a great dad and Tim agreed with it. “They’re so nice for saying that.”
“I do love their kids. They’re adorable and sweet!” He excitedly adds. “Also, who doesn’t love to hold babies!?”
“People who don’t like babies, I suppose.” I spontaneously answer him with a mouth full of ice cream – even though he doesn’t ask for one.
“Well, I think they are missing out on one of the best things in the world.” He comments back and it makes me chuckle.
I want to get more reaction from him so I ask him, “Do you think they’re right? That you’re going to be a great dad?”
“Uh…” He pauses. “Do you?”
“Hey, I asked you first!” I jokingly point my finger at him. “Don’t turn it back at me.”
“I mean, I hope I will…” He shyly hesitates. “But I don’t know. I don’t want to sound so cocky...”
“I know you will.” I wink at him.
His face suddenly turns pinkish red but his eyes lighten up so quickly.
“Y/N…”
“Say what you want Chris, but you know I’m right.” I try to convince him.
“Maybe…” Though he sounds unsure, he still agrees with me. “You know, I’m glad you think that way.”
With a spoon still in my mouth, I give him a little smile and nod my head. “Mmhm, you’re most welcome.”
The conversation ends there and we go back to finishing our pint of ice cream - or so I thought.
“You wanna prove it?” He breaks the brief silence.
“Huh.” I think I know what he’s implying but I’m not quite sure. “Prove what?”
“We can make a baby right now and prove I’m capable of being a great dad.” He smirks as he gently grabs my shoulder, pulls me closer then whispers in my ear, “We don’t need to wonder no more…”
Yup. That is exactly what I thought when he said “prove it”. Now it’s my face that turns so red and I nearly choke on my ice cream when he whispered so seductively. Oh, he surely knows how to get me good – what a cheeky man my boyfriend is!
“Christian Mate Pulisic!” I playfully gasp. “You can’t be serious!”
“Do I look like I’m kidding?” He laughs seeing me so visibly flushed. “I am just offering something you and I both want, sweetheart.”
“Why are you so sure I want it?”
“Well, I mean, you literally talked about always wanting to have babies on our first date, didn’t you?” He states. “You can’t deny it. I remember every word you said, Y/N.”
“And I remember I specifically said one day when I’m finally ready, Chris!” I clarify his statement before he continues. “I am totally not there yet.”
“Okay, but you do want babies right? So my offer still stands.” He moves his eyebrows up and down while giving me a cheeky grin.
“Oh…” I cover my face and shake my head. “Of course but not now, babe! Besides, if I get pregnant today, it’ll be like… A teen pregnancy!”
“You’re in your 20s, Y/N!” He cackles at my remark.
“Still! I feel like I’m way too young to have a baby. I’m still one myself!” I jokingly whine.
“My God, Y/N, you are a baby.” He says sarcastically. “I’m just messing with you, my love.”
“I know, Chris, I’m not dumb.”
“Don’t worry, no need to rush, yeah? We can definitely wait.” He kisses my forehead. “‘Cause you’re the only baby mama I want.”
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Loyalty
Christian Pulisic x reader
What happens when an English girl falls in love with America’s star soccer player and her loyalties are tested when England plays the US at the World Cup?
Word Count: 3200
Requested: Yes
Warnings: Fluff, tattoos, light swearing, mentions of smut
You were sat on the couch with Christian, legs draped across his lap as you anxiously awaited the group draw for the World Cup.
You had a feeling, you just knew it was inevitable that the US would end up in the group with your beloved Three Lions.
You chewed your lip nervously waiting, eyes flicking between the TV screen and the American who had stolen your heart. And then it happened. The US would be playing England in November.
Christian's eyes met yours as his phone lit up
"MM"
"Tell y/n I'll be sure to have her some Mount gear ready for November" was the first thing out of his mouth.
Christian let out a hearty laugh as he tilted the camera towards you so that Mason could see you leaned back against the couch cushions in his USA hoodie.
"I've got seven months to sway her allegiance, and it looks like I've got a head start" he quipped.
Mason chuckled "she may be wearing your hoodie, but the Three Lions are in her blood, I've got years and years worth of a head start on you mate."
"Guess we'll have to wait til November to see" Christian answered him, maybe a little less confidently than before.
"Can't wait man, should be a good one" Mason replied as they shared a few more jabs before finally ending the call.
Christian pulled you into his lap so that you were now straddling him. You start humming "It's Coming Home" a smile breaking on your lips as you look into his eyes and thread your fingers through his hair.
He throws his head back on the couch when he recognizes the song. "Are we going to have to call it quits until December?" he asks playfully.
You shake your head and press your lips to his. The kiss is slow and passionate. He groans and chases your lips as you pull away from him finally giving up and resting his head back against the back of the couch as you scratch lightly at the back of his neck.
"I think we need to go get you a tattoo" he says, a mischievous grin on his face. "I was thinking an eagle, maybe here," as he grabs a handful of your ass.
"My dad will dislike you even more if you talk his little girl into getting an eagle tattooed on her ass," you say with a giggle.
"I mean it's not like he would ever see it though" he says nonchalantly before snapping his head up "wait, your dad doesn't like me?" his eyes widened with concern.
"I think" you start before placing a light kiss to his lips, "what he dislikes most, is that he doesn't dislike you at all" you whisper into his ear, dropping a kiss to his jaw. "It kills him that he can't even dislike you for being a soccer playing American" you smile at him "because he knows how happy you make me" kissing him again lightly. "But I wouldn't waste my money on getting him one of your shirts for November" you say with a chuckle.
"What about you? Should I get you one of my shirts for November?" he asks, tilting his head to the side and cocking one eyebrow.
"I mean Mason has already offered" you grin at him, "Or I'm sure I could ask Ben, or Reece, or Declan, or I think I have Jack's number too."
You squeal as he quickly changes positions pinning you down to the couch while he tickles up your sides. "You wouldn't dare" he laughs at your squirming under him.
"There's only one name that's going to be on your back in November and it's mine" he says, his eyes suddenly darker.
"You sure about that?" you smirk.
"Mm-hmm" he hums as he lowers himself down your body, raising your shirt and kissing along your stomach. "And I've got seven months to prove it to you" he says with a wicked grin.
*****
The journey for qualification hadn't been easy for the Americans, but you watched with pride as they refused to give up. Christian was determined to make sure they qualified, he didn't want to relive the pain of 2018 when they fell just short of qualification.
You had supported him through injuries that kept him out of some camps, setbacks and questions about his form and fitness. You knew he wouldn't give up until the job was done, and that grit and determination made you fall in love with him more and more.
It was no lie that you had enjoyed getting to know the players, their girlfriends, and family members during the qualification stage. You had come to appreciate how supportive and tight knit they all were and they had all welcomed you with open arms into the group, making you feel more at home than you could have imagined.
*****
It was now October, the excitement in the months leading up to the World Cup nearly at a fever pitch. Christian seemed to have a new promotion coming out every week as the headliner for the US team.
Even though, you'd shown him unwavering support in the lead up, you couldn't help but feel that he still questioned who you'd support when he faced off against England in a few short weeks.
You had no question about where your loyalties lay, but you couldn't help enjoying watching him squirm just a little.
In early November, you had begun to gather some of your things to pack. It was a habit of yours to start packing weeks early, editing what would finally end up in your suitcase until just before you leave.
You had all of the States gear Christian had gotten for you, from jerseys to hoodies to t-shirts all stacked neatly alongside a Mount jersey Mason had given you as a joke.
"I think you meant to put this one in the donate pile" Christian drawls holding up the #19 jersey.
"Really?" you smile back at him sweetly "I actually meant for it to be on top so that I wouldn't forget it. I should probably find some more of my Three Lions stuff to throw in there before I'm branded as a traitor" you breathe out as he drops the jersey and wraps his arms around your waist.
"Good luck finding it" he grins "I've hidden it, might have burned it actually."
"You're impossible" you giggle at him as he nuzzles into your neck.
"Impossibly good looking" he laughs as he kisses your neck.
"Mmm" you hum as his lips find yours. The kiss quickly deepens as his tongue presses into your mouth pulling a quiet moan from you as his hands roam under your shirt along your bare skin.
You are interrupted when you hear the doorbell. "That will be Damian" he groans throwing his head back.
"New tattoo?" you question as he nods at you, a slight smile playing on his lips. He places a kiss to the tip of your nose. "We'll continue this later, yeah" he questions as you nod back in response, a mischievous glint in your eyes.
You both head down stairs to greet Damian, making small talk as he sets up his equipment in Christian's living room.
Christian had mentioned getting a new tattoo, but he hadn't really told you what he was getting yet. You always liked his choices when it came to his tattoos, they always held meanings that were special to him.
You went into the kitchen to grab each of you a water and a few snacks while the two of them talked quietly about the design they had planned. Christian approving what Damian had drawn out, removing his shirt and laying down on the table so that they could decide on the placement.
As you came back into the room, Christian sat up and moved to the mirror wanting to make sure everything was just as he wanted before they got started. Your eyes trailed over him catching a glimpse of what he was planning.
Your eyes darted between Christian and Damian, both of them giving you a nod and a knowing smile as tears welled up in your eyes.
This tattoo was for you, a single perfect English rose, placed along his ribs next to his heart. It wasn't hidden amongst his sleeve which would've been so easy for him to do, it was in a highly visible place where everyone could see it. This was an outright declaration of his love for you, the English girl that had captivated him all those months ago.
You moved to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. Placing a kiss to his shoulder. "It's beautiful, Christian" you smile at the reflection of the two of you in the mirror.
"Figured I could show off my love of the English when I rip my shirt off after scoring a goal against them" he smirks.
"You had to ruin it didn't you" you quip back at him as he turns to face you. "Really though, thank you" you say as you place a loving kiss to his lips.
The three of you chat while Damian works on Christian talking about the upcoming tournament and how Christian is feeling about everything.
After he finishes, Christian goes over to inspect the artwork once more in the mirror, satisfied with the outcome and taking a couple of pictures. Damian snaps a couple as well before turning to you.
"Your turn?" Damian smiles at you as you nod, chewing on your lip in anticipation.
"Wait, you’re getting one?" Christian looks at you with anticipation.
"Two actually, I couldn't decide" you smile back at him shrugging your shoulders.
"Gonna get that Eagle on your ass cheek" he smirks.
"Not on your life, Pulisic."
"Captain America shield?"
"You don't even like that nickname, Christian" you laugh back at him.
"You're right. I'd probably have to break up with you if your taste in tattoos was that bad" he quips as he comes to look at the designs you'd talked with Damian about several weeks ago.
"Are those?" his eyes narrow bit.
"Mountain Laurels, state flower of Pennsylvania" you tilt your head to look up at him as he smiles back at you.
"And this one?" he asks.
"Who knew your home state has a firefly as their state insect" you answer him "do I need to explain the stars, too" you graze your hand along his jaw as he rests his chin on your shoulder.
"No, I think I can figure that one out" he chuckles as he kisses your cheek lightly.
"Where are you getting them?" He asks quietly.
"Was planning to do the flowers pretty close to the same spot you just got yours and the firefly on the inside of my wrist. A little more subtle than an eagle on my arse, don't you think?" you grin at him.
"Subtle. And perfect. Just like you." He smiles at you.
You shake your head at his cheesiness and lay down on the table, ready to get started.
Christian and Damian fuss over the placement of the flowers before they finally decide and you nod with approval. You grab Christian's hand as he sits down beside you, "I want you to do it" you flit your eyes to Damian, "he can do it can't he?" you ask.
"Have you before?" Damian seeks Christian's approval.
"Yeah, a couple of times, just the outline though" he answers him.
Christian moves around to the other side of the table. Taking a seat on Damian’s rolling stool and getting together everything he needs. Smiling at you with a look of excitement mixed with nerves.
“You ready, baby? This is going to hurt like hell, I’m sorry.” he says as he places a kiss on your forehead.
You nod, biting your lip in anticipation. “Just get started, please, before I back out”.
Christian works on the outline of the flowers you had picked, checking in on you several times asking if you were ok and if you needed a break.
Once he had finished the outline, he moved around to the other side of the table to hold your hands as Damian got started on the shading.
He brushes your hair out of your face and kisses you lightly. “it looks so good, baby’ he smiles at you. “Its going to be beautiful, you picked well.”
You nod at him, wincing a few times as Damian hits a few very sensitive areas. “Almost done, ok” he whispers to you with a smile as you just squeeze his hands in acknowledgement before he pulls his phone out and snaps a couple of pictures of you.
After Damian finishes the first tattoo, you take a short break. Grabbing something to eat before getting ready to start the second one.
“I can’t believe you are getting two today” Christian smiles at you.
“Well, you know me, Miss indecisive, I always seem to be torn between two options don’t I?” you chuckle at him.
The second tattoo on your wrist is much simpler and takes far less time than the first and as Damian finishes up Christian looks at you like he might burst with pride.
Once he is finished, Damian takes a couple of pictures of the two of you to post along with the ones he took of Christian starting your first tattoo.
He tags the two of you on Instagram:
When a Pennsylvania boy falls in love with an English girl, they surprise each other with almost matching tattoo plans
The next few weeks leading up to Christian leaving were busy to say the least. He had a few more promotional shoots to finish, matches, and training. You barely had time to soak in these last few days as it all seemed like a whirlwind.
The next thing you knew, Christian was leaving for Doha, you planning to follow him several days later.
Once you were in Doha, you saw him briefly a few times and were able to have dinner with him the night after the Wales match. The anticipation of the upcoming match with England obviously playing heavily on both of your minds.
On matchday, you and Christian had spoken several times. You had never seen him as focused and dialed in as he had been since arriving in Doha. As the time for him to leave the hotel to head to the stadium with the team approached, you sent him one final text.
Y/N: Good luck tonight baby. I’ll be cheering for you 💙
Christian: Which jersey are you wearing 👀
Y/N: Wouldn’t you like to know 🧐
Christian: I hope I already know the answer 😑
Y/N: I’ll see you afterwards. Love you 😘
Christian: Love you too, baby. 💙
As you arrived at the stadium, you took a few minutes to wander over to the England team’s box speaking to several of the friends and family members that you knew. You wished them all well and told them you hoped it was a good match for everyone.
You noticed when Christian came out on the pitch, scanning the US box quickly to look for you but obviously not finding you there. They wished you luck as well as you went to find your seat in the US team box.
Christian didn’t see you when he went back into the tunnel prior to lining up for walk outs and national anthems. When he re-emerged, taking his place in the line and awaiting the national anthem, his eyes finally met yours. You saw a flicker of a smile dance across his lips as he noticed his jersey on you.
The match was intense, both teams playing relentlessly, Christian and Mason both nearly scoring. You stayed on edge the entire match and were so proud of the US team for going toe to toe with a team that nearly everyone thought would beat them easily. When the final whistle blew and ended in a draw, you breathed a sigh of relief thankful it was over.
You watched as Christian spoke with teammates and friends of his from the England squad and as he and Mason embraced and shared a few words before they both turned to walk towards you.
“You have that Mount jersey on underneath that ugly blue one, y/n?” Mason shouted from the pitch.
“What I have on under this jersey is only for him to see” you answered pointing at Christian.
Mason cocking an eyebrow at you “fair play, I suppose” he smiles giving Christian a fist bump before going to talk to his own family.
Christian climbs over the barrier and makes his way to over to you, kissing you lightly and pulling you into a hug.
“Cross bar challenge?” you grin at him as he pulls away.
“Funny” he quips, giving his parents a hug as they had wandered down to where you were standing. Christian speaks with them and a few other family members briefly, keeping his fingers interlaced with yours the entire time.
After they left, he turned his attention back to you. Running his fingers along the hem of the shirt you were wearing. “Glad you made the right choice, I’d have hated to send you packing,” he smirks.
“Mason had already said I could stay with his family if I needed to when you broke up with me” you wink at him.
“I’m starting to wonder if I should be worried about the two of you” he chuckles nervously as he pulls your wrist up to kiss it, something he had gotten into the habit of doing since you had gotten your tattoo.
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his face close to yours. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about” you say just barely loud enough for him to hear. “You are my home now, Christian. There was never a doubt in my mind who I would be supporting tonight” you say before kissing him gently.
“I can’t believe you ever doubted me” you pout at him pulling away slightly.
“I didn’t really, I knew you’d pick me” he winks.
“A bit cocky aren’t we” you laugh.
“Mmm-hmm” he mumbles against your neck as he buries his face there wrapping his arms around your waist.
“So you have something underneath here you want me to see?” he says, pulling at the neck of your shirt like he’s trying to catch a peek.
“Maybe” you answer with a grin.
“So am I sneaking to your room or are you sneaking to mine?” he asks.
“Definitely mine, it’s farther away from the others than yours is” you whisper into his ear as you slip your room key into his hand.
“I like the way you think” he says pulling back from you slightly and giving you a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you shortly then” he says before hopping back over the barrier and heading down the tunnel wearing the biggest smile you could imagine.
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Hi can you do a husband christian pulisic writing where the reader is his wife and she goes to the Real Madrid vs AC Milan game at the Rose Bowl to support him and brings her and Christian kids or the reader can be expecting.
all for you - christian pulisic x reader.
summary: request above!
wc: 1,2k
hiii!! sorry if this is a bit short but here you go!!
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“Okay, Tobias. We have to get ready for Daddy’s game! You want to go right? I know dada wants you there,” you said excitedly, only watching your three-year-old smile grow wider as he jumped up and down. “Yes, Mommy! Please I want to see Dad. I miss him,” he expressed, hugging your left leg tightly. You ruffled his curls and picked him up, and him immediately hiding in the crook of your neck.
“I know baby, me too! So let’s hurry so we can go see him, and wish him the best of luck okay? Remember how I told you we had to move for daddy’s work?” you whispered bringing your hand and dragging it up and down gently across his back, feeling as he nodded when you asked the question. “Well, today we're going to see how he works okay! We need to be there for him, cheer him on, and support him and his new club.
Tobies nodded again and whispered some words of encouragement for Christian. Tobias absolutely adored his dad. Always wanting to be like him from day one. He always appreciated him when he was at home, there to comfort him after a long game or just a bad day. All the cuddles, kisses, hugs, playing in the yard with a football, going out to parks where it was private and quiet.
You appreciated the big and small moments as well. Christian loved you more than his life,, you and his son were the things that kept him living. His happiness around you mostly, as you taught him how to love himself and you. He couldn't be more grateful to have a stunning and supportive wife from day one. You never asked for a lot, but he always made sure to make you feel like you were his queen.
After bathing and changing Tobias, you set him down for his nap. Him quickly falling asleep after the long day of traveling the day before. You had so much time to get ready and plan the awaited surprise for him. You talked with him about kids, so much you were sure he was ready for this second baby. Maybe the timing was or wasn't right, but Christian is the happiest father. And you were sure he would be the happiest man alive once you told him
The US heat was always extreme, so you put your hair up in a slick back bun, taking a few pieces of hair from the sides to give it a messy look, you makeup natural as you weren't going to waste expensive products just for it to sweat off. You changed into the new AC Milan white jersey, paired with a pair of denim ripped shorts and some sneakers you loved to wear on a casual day out.
You packed your purse, along with some snacks and drinks for Tobias, knowing hell get cranky if he doesn't have them… just like his father… After making sure nothing valuable was left out, you headed downstairs to meet up with his family and some of the other wags. His mom immediately held you into a hug, super excited to have you once back in the States. His dad followed after with a polite greeting, spreading a few jokes that made you laugh.
The stadium was packed, you didn't expect it to be like this but it made you feel happy at the amount of support for both teams. Christian had a history with Madrid, the goods like beating them into the UCL final, but also when they lost terribly. You were sure he would leave his mark like he always did.
You took a seat next to his sister and mom, quickly getting into a conversation and sharing a few laughs. The game shortly started after, your gaze immediately landing on your husband, who looked too good to be true. His messy wet curls, the tattoos you loved so much, the jersey clinging onto dear life. Just as you knew, he quickly helped the team advance to the first two goals of the game, watching as he cheered and celebrated with them.
Just as you least expected it, the game resulted in a loss, after a player from Madrid scored twice, and then finally made it 3-2 lost. Sure it may have been a friendly and just for pre-season but you knew Christian would be upset, he always wanted to win no matter what. It was the trait you and he had in common, being competitive. Tobias was happy either way, wanting to just hug him and tell him he was proud. Your baby boy.
You walked down to the fields where he was looking around for you. You told him earlier you didn't feel good, so he began to get scared when you didn't show up with his family. He indulged them with hugs, and you sneakily stood back as his gaze kept wandering for you. You even heard him say, “Where Y/n? Did she come?” which made you laugh and give in. His eyes lit up at you and his son, who were behind him for the whole time.
He picked Tobias up, feeling as the small boy cuddle into him, “Hi Toby, what did you think of the game?” He quickly conversed, hearing his son let out his opinions of the game and even how he played. Smart just like him. He placed him on his hip and grabbed your face gently giving you a kiss. He rested his forehead against yours, already feeling your comfort. “How are you feeling?” you asked.
“I feel great. I don't as much for the loss, but knowing I helped the team contribute to goals is an amazing feeling,” he said hugging your waist as you walked around the field together, thanking fans. It's the only time you were public as a family, enjoying the privacy a bit more. “I’m happy for you baby. You’re going have to score more goals for the three of us now,” you said with a smirk, slowly revealing the surprise pregnancy.
Christian completely stopped and looked at you with wide eyes. “Three of us? What do you mean?” he asked, kind of already knowing the answer. “It means that, by next year, you’ll have another baby cheering you on from wherever you are,” you said. He sat Tobias down, who quickly went on to play with a football nearby. “There’s no way… We’re going to have another baby?” he asked holding your face with both hands. All you could do with nod before he picked you up and spun you around.
He laughed and set you down, quickly kissing you, over and over again. “Christian! Okay, I get it, baby,” you giggled, gripping his biceps. “I'm sorry but I just love you so much! Thank you Y/n. For making me and Tobias the luckiest people alive. This small family we both created is all ive wanted, and thanks to you. I am able to be the person I am,” Christian admitted, making your pregnancy hormones go crazy, letting a few tears out. You hugged him tight, kissing his jaw and neck, wanting him to feel the love back. “You’re welcome, Christian.”
“Daddy! And Mommy! I want a baby sister!”
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christian with prompt 28; sweating just thinking about it
finally / christian pulisic
prompt 28 (“I want to have my way with you.”) from the smut prompt list.
pairing: christian pulisic x lampard!reader (don't ask)
wc: 1k words
warnings: smut with a plot, alcohol and the consumption of, fingering, kinda public sex?
christian and you had been going back and forth for way too long for his liking.
it had only been sexual tension for the longest time, with you two clearly liking each other from the beginning. the fact that your dad was his manager made things a bit more difficult, that's why you two hadn't done anything about it yet.
apart from that one try at a party, which mason kindly interrupted.
"mate, you've been there for way too long! are you okay?"
panic cursed through your veins when hearing the english's words behind the door. you jumped from the bathroom countertop as fast as your dizzy mind let you, although christian made sure to stabilize you, holding your waist, to ensure you made it safely to the floor. his hair was messy due to how you were pulling at his black locks, and he certainly had a tent on his pants due to your heated session. "i'll distract him so you can sort yourself out, yeah?".
you're out through the door before he can oppose your idea. thankfully, you're not as disheveled as the man in front of you is, even if he wasn't the one in a full makeout session in the bathroom just seconds ago, before being interrupted.
"y/n? what are you doing here?" his tone was confused, and at first, you thought he would be too sober to buy your lie. "touching up in the bathroom" you excused, pointing with your thumb to the door where you had just come from. "who were you looking for, anyways?" you questioned. "christian. i thought i had seen him entering through that door" mason points in the same way you have done just seconds ago, and you thank the bad lighting in the club for hiding your flustered cheeks at the mention of the guy who was certainly inside the bathroom.
"whoa, you for sure have drunk a lot. you're lucky i'm not my dad, no?" you giggled nervously at that, but mason didn't catch onto it, instead tilting his head back in laughter. "come on, let's go get you sober up", you said, in an attempt to get him away from the door to the female bathroom where the american was currently. thankfully, mason's alcoholized brain didn't oppose your idea, and instead, joined you cheerfully.
safe to say, christian had been angry at the englishman for a whole day, even if the poor mason didn't really know the reason. to christian, being a massive cockblock and, at the same time, being so drunk to remain oblivious about it, was enough reason to stay angry for a whole training session.
but he was worried about you. he hadn't seen you since last night, and he feared that you would've been too hungover to make it to work the next day, but thankfully, you were in your office when he went to look for you.
"what are you doing here, christian?" you asked once he got inside the room, almost not waiting for you to give him the green light to actually get in. "we were in the middle of something last night," he says, and you roll your eyes, incredulous that he thinks this is an appropriate space to continue what you had started. "told you i wanted to have my way with you, and i will.”
"you're insane", you say, but still, get up from your chair to make your way towards him. he extends his arms to get a grip on your waist as he pulls you in, chests clashing against each other before your lips can do the same. it's messy, rushed, and you're glad the curtains covering the windows that face the training pitch are closed. your arms fly in the air, crossing behind his head to get him even closer than he already is.
christian's impatient as he fiddles with the buttons on your skinny jeans, to get them off of you quickly; both know there's not much time, and you can't be as loud as you'd like to be, so you try to muffle your moans when he touches you through your underwear. "need m-more than that, christian" you beg, and he complies, first sliding your undergarments off so he can work properly.
you groan, annoyed, when his lips turn away from yours, until he lowers himself to spit directly onto his fingers, coating them with his saliva before they find your bundle of nerves. the new sensation has you squirming away, biting your lip harshly to avoid making any indecent sound as he makes quick work of his fingers in a circular motion. "still want more?" christian cockily asks, and when you nod eagerly, his hand continue traveling south, until his experienced fingers find your awaiting hole.
the moans you're producing directly into his ear spur him on, and even if he wanted you to beg for his fingers, he pushes one past your wet entrance, and you feel your knees going weak. you're helpless against him, backed only by the door behind you, and you feel yourself slowly falling apart due to the way his fingers seem to touch you just right, like he knows his way around your body even if this is his first time properly touching you.
"can you take one more?" christian mutters, and he groans when your wall tightens against his digit. he takes that as a yes, and kisses you messily before another finger slides into you, effectively trapping your moans into his mouth. the pace of his fingers thrusting into you is heavenly, and you're not far from falling apart from the pleasure he's giving you.
"you look so pretty swallowing my fingers, baby" christian grunts, pleased with the sight of his digits disappearing inside of you. "i'm sure you'll look even better when you're swallowing my cock, won't you like that?".
the pure filth he's whispering into your ear pushes you to the edge, your back arching at the sensation of your orgasm ripping through you, while his fingers keep the relentless pace, moving in and out of you.
christian stops when he hears your choked cry due to the overstimulation caused by how he's still touching you, even when your legs are trembling. if it wasn't for his hard grip on your waist, you'd be on the floor by now. "you were so good for me, baby. you did so good", he whispers in your neck, depositing a small kiss there, before taking his fingers to his mouth to taste you. annoyed at his try to rile you up, which is working, you roll your eyes. the next time he opens his mouth to talk only makes you grow more flustered. "please, tell me you are free tonight".
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