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Cuffing Season
Summary: You love hitting on Christian whenever you get the chance.
Warnings: suggestive comments, really bad pick up lines
A/N: This is literally inspired by the Tennessee pick up line and bc Christian plays as the Number 10 I was like this is so fucking funny I need to turn this into an smau. Also KEPA AND ANDREA GOT MARRIED HELP THEY DESERVE ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD WHEN IS IT MY TURN-
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yourusername & cmpulisic
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yourusername: Are you from Tennessee? Bc you're the only 10 I see baby 🥵
cmpulisic: oh GOD not this again babe
yourusername: you know you love it when I hit on you with my pick up lines
christianpulisic10: NOT HER USING THE TENNESSEE LINE BC HE PLAYS THE 10 LMAOOOO
chelsbells: I can't decide if I wanna laugh or cringe ngl
captnchristian: honestly I'm doing both 💀
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yourusername & cmpulisic
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yourusername: hey baby did you just break wind? Bc you're blowing me away 🥰
cmpulisic: why are you doing this to me
yourusername: you're the one who's blowing ME away if anything YOU need to stop
mur1ca: these are such dad pick up lines I'm dead
west.mckennie: is this how you won him over?
yourusername: ofc ofc. It wasn't my unwavering support and loyalty, it was bc he secretly LOVES my pick up lines
cmpulisic: .....yeah that's the exact OPPOSITE of how you won me over but okay 🙄
yourusername: it's okay you can admit it Christian there's no need to hide
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yourusername & cmpulisic
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yourusername: the years aren't the only thing that don't stop coming when I'm with you 😜
cmpulisic: these are just getting progressively worse aren't they?
yourusername: you mean progressively BETTER
gioreyna: OH GOD GET A ROOM THERE ARE CHILDREN ON THIS APP (ME IT'S ME I'M THE CHILDREN)
yourusername: hush Giovanni get off your phone it's past your bedtime
jjscally_3: LMFAOOOO SHE TOLD YOU
gioreyna: CHRISTIAN FOR THE LOVE OF G O D GET YOUR GIRL
cmpulisic: don't you think I've been trying???
christ10ian: lowkey this is kind of endearing why doesn't my bf do this for me wtf
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cmpulisic & yourusername
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cmpulisic: I might have won the competition tonight, but the most valuable trophy I've ever won is you
yourusername: CHRISTIAN YOU ACTUALLY USED ONE OF MY PICK UP LINES I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
cmpulisic: I love you even with all your terrible pick up lines 🙄
benchilwell: we lost him boys
yourusername: don't be jealous Benjamin I'll start using them on you too
cmpulisic: nope get your own girl to hit on you this one is all mine
londonisblue: BYE I'M TAKING A BATH WITH A TOASTER THEY'RE SO CUTE 😭
Taglist: @neverinadream @pulisicsgirl @masonsrem @masonspulisic @bracedes @lizzypotter14 @notsoattractivearenti @lovelynikol16 @thoseboysinblue @mortirolo @chelseagirl98
#christian pulisic#christian pulisic fluff#christian pulisic x reader#christian pulisic imagine#christian pulisic smau#swimmingismywholelife
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melting an ice heart | lmk
pairing: lee mark (nct) x fem!reader
genre & tropes: smau, mostly enemies to lovers but a little bit of fluff too don’t worry, sports au (hockey player x figure skater), grumpy x sunshine energy, lots of chaotic friend energy
general warnings: mentions of alcohol, swearing, bit of suggestive stuff but nothing happens, abuse (but only a little bit!), someone gets into an accident
synopsis: he’s the life of every party, the team heartthrob and mvp while she’s the stone cold ice-princess who will stop at nothing to get things her way. but when an accident intertwines the two more than they had hoped, will his fire be enough to melt the ice facade she’s built up or will they continue to clash and end up in ruins?
updates: mwf 8:00pm gmt+8 // 11:00pm gmt+11 on hold
taglist: open!
a/n; the way this fic is my attempt to getting the ice skating career i started but never finished, that and ever being friends with the people in this fic will forever remain a fantasy haha i hope you guys enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it!
masterlist
[im gonna update the titles periodically do not worry]
01. skater wannabes
02. over my dead body
03. gremlin from hell
04. make enemies not friends
05. delusional much?
06. hockey boy
07. mean girl reincarnated
08. id card
09. you tell me, is it?
10.
💌: @leefullsun @defzcl @ncityzenz @keemburley @syzavxy @doejaejung @softieluvsyou @leep0ems @nae-vm @hizhu @haechanielove @chezziy @excalibur-gone-missing @bluedbliss @girlwholoveslpreppyattire @planetkiimchi @swimmingismywholelife @cloudmrk
#nct dream scenarios#melting an ice heart smau#stxbrymochi maih#mark lee x reader#mark lee smau#mark lee social media au#nct dream smau#nct dream social media au#nct dream imagines#nct sports au#mark nct hockey player#nct as hockey players#nct hockey au#mark lee enemies to lovers
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All Fun And No Play
Summary: A quick snapshot into the first few weeks into your academic year.
Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader
Requested: Yes
Warnings: smau, some suggestive comments, student!reader, the terrible summary because i couldn't think of one
Notes: this is terrible, definitely not my best work, but i wanted to give you all something. feedback is appreciated
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cmpulisic
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cmpulisic: summer ✅️
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youraccount: oh, i've been upgraded to the public account?
cmpulisic: the whole world deserves to know about you
youraccount: mushy sod 😚
youraccount: also...photo credit? 💔
cmpulisic: who she?
user36: he has a girlfriend?? since when??
yourbffaccount: who's the girl? she's hot 🔥
youraccount: 😉
user2355: ew
user453: grow up
user8933: i agree, she isn't even pretty 🤢
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youraccount
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youraccount: he's finally here ❤️
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yourbffaccount: sammy looks so happy about mr america moving in
youraccount: best friends them two...👀
yourbffaccount: you're a terrible liar
youraccount: i'm a wonderful liar, just this morning i told christian his hair looked great
cmpulisic: hey!
youraccount: luv u 🤭
cmpulisic: my least favourite pussy
youraccount: i bet i know which is your favourite though
user4566: aren't you dating @/cmpulisic??
user22: i guess we know why he picked milan
user289: she's a cat person 🫶
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cmpulisic
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cmpulisic: my forever ❤️
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youraccount: forever???
cmpulisic: yes...
youraccount: great 😒
user297: cute
user92: we've lost him 💔
yourbffaccount: i've been replaced ☹️
youraccount: never! you're my true forever 🫶
cmpulisic: sorry?
yourbffaccount: you heard her 😏
youraccount: luv u 🤭
user66: 🩷
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youraccount
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youraccount: if only i had a strong 5'10-ish tattooed american to carry my books.....
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masonmount: on my way ✈️
youraccount: i said american
cmpulisic: get your own girlfriend
masonmount: maybe i do....
youraccount: it's kinda sad you refer to your blow-up doll as your girlfriend
user563: what do you study?
youraccount: history
cmpulisic: also 5'10-ish???? ish....
youraccount: you're big where it matters
cmpulisic: you know it 😉
deedee_pulisic: i regret reading these comments
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cmpulisic added to his story
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youraccount
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youraccount: it's been all work and no play these last few weeks 😫
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yourbffaccount: need the tallest glass of vodka
youraccount: with coke....right???
yourbffaccount: just vodka...
youraccount: make it two!!
user4: she's just like us???
user319: except she dates a famous footballer...
cmpulisic: emphasis on the no play....
youraccount: you have two hands
cmpulisic: and after a year of using them, i'd much prefer yours
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cmpulisic
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cmpulisic: finally got her away from the books
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user249: she's so beautiful
youraccount: damn i'm hot 🔥
cmpulisic: 🥵
user12: i hope christian can fight
youraccount: he can't
cmpulisic: 🤨
deedee_pulisic: beautiful dress
benchilwell: drink number...???
cmpulisic: 3
benchilwell: explains why she isn't looking at the camera 😂
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Taglist: @shanoontje @maseandkepa @theblxefox @blueathens @ofxinnocence @mrschilly @geek-and-proud @in-my-body-bag @laurasstufff1 @mountchilly @spicysainz @thoseboysinblue @kickinganddriving @lizzypotter14 @bracedes @chilwellspulisic @notsoattractivearenti @swimmingismywholelife @lovelynikol16 @masonsrem @landoslover @gagaslonina
#christian pulisic#christian pulisic imagine#christian pulisic insta au#christian pulisic smau#christian pulisic one shot#christian pulisic blurb#christian pulisic x reader#christian pulisic x you
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wildest dreams
pairing: Mason Mount x Reader
TW: suggestive content
A/N: it's short & kinda ehh
Mason was out celebrating his official transfer with some of his mates, and all of a sudden, something shimmery caught his attention from the corner of his eye. As he turned to find what had distracted him, he caught sight of you, dressed in a beautiful black dress with gold accents on it. He had no idea who you were, but he was certain he would know you by the end of the night.
After about an hour of talking to his mates and drinking a bit of liquid courage, he finally decided to make his way over to you.
You felt someone stand next to you at the bar as you waited for your drink to be prepared, and you turned to face the person.
"Can I help you?" You asked as you took in the man in front of you. He was beyond handsome, no words could truly explain how gorgeous he was.
"You can actually, sweetheart. You see, something's wrong with my phone, and you look like maybe you could help"
"Well... what's wrong with it?" You gently took the phone from his grasp, your fingers slightly touching his hand, causing a wave of goosebumps to shoot up your arm.
"It doesn't have your number in it" You looked up at him and saw the wide smirk growing on his face before handing him back the phone, rolling your eyes in the process.
"You looking for a relationship or something?"
"I don't really do relationships. I'm more of a one night stand kind of guy" He shrugged his shoulders as you nodded.
"What do you say we get out of here?" He spoke as he placed his hand on your knee gently.
"I don't even know your name"
"Mason. Mason Mount"
The drive back to his hotel was quite nerve wracking. You watched him from the passenger side as he focused on the road ahead of him while simultaneously placing his hand on your thigh. He looked perfect. He has a semi-bad boy vibe to him, and you absolutely loved it.
The morning after the nights events, you woke up in Mason's arms. He was still asleep, and you couldn't help but admire him for a moment. You brought your finger up to his face, slowly & softly gliding is across his cheek as you whispered.
“I hope you remember me in the morning. Last night was truly magical with you, Mason. I know you can’t hear me, but I’ve got to go. You told me that you don’t do relationships, so I won’t waste my time, nor yours”
You slipped out of his bed after that, picking up the crumpled dress form the floor and putting it on. You left a sticky note on his bedside table for him to see when he awoke. And with that, you left.
Mason woke up a few hours later, a splitting headache hitting him as his attempted to adjust his vision to the brightness in the room. He turned his head and noticed how it was empty. Confusion spread across his face as he lifted his head and looked around the room.
He knew he slept with someone last night. He remembered what you looked like, but he could not remember your name for the life of him. All he knew was that you were special, and he actually should've gotten your number or something because he needed to see you again.
He quickly jumped out of bed and looked to see if you were maybe in the bathroom, but a bright sticky note sitting on his bedside table caught his attention before he could get to the bathroom door. He picked it up and read it.
“Thanks for last night. It was truly special. Chances we run into each other again are slim, but maybe you’ll see me again, even if it’s just in your wildest dreams”
Mason sat on the bed with his head in his hands. He knew this was his fault for saying he doesn’t do relationships, which was what drove you away so soon.
It was true what they say, nothing lasts forever.
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@ithinkimokeei @myheartgoesvroom @mounthings @tall-tanned-tattoo @itsnotgray @alwaysclassyeagle @charlewiss @mortirolo @fallingin20 @chelseagirl98 @lovelynikol16 @username-envy @swimmingismywholelife @pulisicsgirl @notsoattractivearenti @fernandezology @bracedes @neverinadream @thoseboysinblue @winterbarnesblog @chaotic-taco-collector-blog
#✎ natalie writes#mason mount#mason mount x reader#mason mount x you#mason mount x y/n#mason mount imagine#mason mount fanfic#mason mount smut
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Comfort Person (Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader)
WC: 700+
Warnings: curse words
A/N: a quick and short one written for my girlies for a little pick-me-up, especially @swimmingismywholelife 🤍 hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 🫶🏻 apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated ❤️
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It has been a long difficult few weeks for you and you felt like the universe was punishing you for simply just existing. Bad things after bad things kept happening and made you feel like shit – the worst thing was that most things were out of your control. The helplessness you were experiencing was quite exhausting and a lot for you to handle.
You came home after work looking all upset and tired – you just wanted to lay in bed with your boyfriend, Christian, doing nothing until the day is finally over and probably have to go through another shit day all over again. You acted like you had no will to live anymore, though you kept wishing for good luck to finally be on your side.
Christian greeted you cheerfully the second you got home, your grumpy face caught his attention.
“Hello my beautiful lady, why so grumpy?”
“Ugh, another day another crap.” You grunted.
He pulled you in and gave you a kiss on your forehead and a big hug.
“Oh, my poor baby. Want to tell me what happened today?” He softly asked as he stroked your back.
“Maybe later, I need to change first. And eat. And watching a series.”
“Okay…” He kissed the top of your head. “Hope you don’t mind having Italian for dinner because I already got us some pasta and pizza.”
“Love it. Thank you.” You slightly smiled.
One of the things you love so much about Christian is that he knows how to give you the comfort you need. Somehow he always finds the right way to lighten up your mood no matter how terrible it might be – and this night was no different.
Now you’ve changed into your comfy clothes, you went to the living room and saw Christian was already there setting up the table in front of the TV and putting on your favorite show. He saw you coming over and his face lit up.
“Come on, dinner is ready!” He said as he pulled your hand and sat on the sofa.
He knew you just wanted to lay down and relax, therefore he brought the dinner to the living room so you could lay on the sofa and have your dinner there.
“So, do you feel ready to let me know what happened today?”
You sighed.
“Yeah… This day was terrible, again. Are you sure you want to hear shitty things all over again?”
He pulled you closer and let you rest your head on his shoulder.
“I’m all ears, my love.”
You then told him everything that happened to you earlier today. He was listening closely to you while you ranted about having to go through another difficult day – not once he let you out of his sight. He stroked your arms and your hair and gave you little kisses during. He really was empathized with you for what you went through, and he knew the only thing he could do was to be there for you – to comfort you in any way he could give you.
“Y/N, sweetheart… I’m sorry things have not been easy for you lately, but you know I’m here for you if you need anything.”
You sighed and slowly nodded.
“You know what, you are the strongest person I’ve ever known. Though life keeps throwing bad things at you, you’re still able to move forward. You should be proud of yourself! You and your resilience will never fail to amaze me.”
“Resilience? Do you mean me bitching about my problems?”
“I mean, that is the way you cope… And it is totally acceptable! I don’t mind hearing you, as you said “bitching about your problems”, because I’d rather you talk to me rather than keeping them to yourself!”
You let out a genuine smile and your eyes were already watery and red. God, what did I do to deserve a wonderful man like him? You thought to yourself.
“I… Ah, I don’t… I don’t know… I don’t know what to say…” You stuttered, your voice was breaking.
“You’ve said everything,” he chuckles, “don’t worry my love. I just said what I needed to say.”
You leaned in and kissed him on the lips. You couldn’t hold back your tears any longer, you started to cry.
“Chris… Despite all this shit, you are the best thing that ever happened to me. I love you, and I’m forever grateful to have you in my life…” You tearfully express your gratitude for him.
He wiped away your tears then kissed you.
“I love you more, Y/N.”
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taglist: @pulisicsgirl @neverinadream @masonspulisic @swimmingismywholelife @chelseagirl98 @bracedes @lovelynikol16 @thoseboysinblue @lizzypotter14 @masonsrem
#christian pulisic#christian pulisic x reader#christian pulisic x fem!reader#christian pulisic x y/n#christian pulisic imagines#christian pulisic fic#christian pulisic fanfic#christian pulisic fluff#footballer imagines#footballer fic#footballer fanfic#footballer fluff
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DECEMBER'S READING LIST
☆ 1st - new mate // @photmath [football rpf]
☆ 2nd - untitled // @freedomfireflies [harry styles]
☆ 3rd - your actions have consequences, love // @szobosz [football rpf]
☆ 4th - lessons in love [i] // @szobosz [football rpf]
☆ 5th - private lessons // @findingnemosworld [football rpf]
☆ 6th - lessons in love [ii] // @szobosz [football rpf]
☆ 7th - dirty little secret // @findingnemosworld [football rpf]
☆ 8th - lessons in love [iii] // @szobosz [football rpf]
☆ 9th - i remember you // @findingnemosworld [football rpf]
☆ 10th - noel (no faith) // @swimmingismywholelife [football rpf]
☆ 11th - wallflower // @justmystyles [harry styles]
☆ 12th - opportunities // @karotland [football rpf]
☆ 13th - don't let this be the end // @szobosz [football rpf]
☆ 14th - your good girl // @findingnemosworld [football rpf]
☆ 15th - hot n' hard // @justlemmeadoreyou [harry styles]
☆ 16th - you're just too hard for me to resist // @findingnemosworld [football rpf]
☆ 17th - i watched it begin again // @chelseachilly [football rpf]
☆ 18th - untitled // @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy [harry styles]
☆ 19th - bus ride // @curiousthyme [football rpf]
☆ 20th - wrong impressions [pt.1] // @karotland [football rpf]
☆ 21st - wrong impressions [pt.1] // @karotland [football rpf]
☆ 22nd - nobody's watching // @lc-fics [football rpf]
☆ 23rd - daddy issues [cockwarming harry] // @fkinavocado [harry styles]
☆ 24th - soy sólo tuyo // @findingnemosworld [football rpf]
☆ 25th - come quickly, and come fast // @szobosz [football rpf]
☆ 26th - come home // @whorekneecentral [football rpf]
☆ 26th - ships in the night // @mountttmase [football rpf]
☆ 27th - partition // @harryistheonlyoneforme [harry styles]
☆ 28th - strawberries & mint // @karotland [football rpf]
☆ 29th - trick or treat // @curiousthyme [football rpf]
☆ 30th - forbidden to me // @neverinadream [football rpf]
☆ 31st - ginger ale // @cupid-styles [football rpf]
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fernardezology’s recommendation list
series:
invisible string by @invisiblestringmm
where one night fling with mason turned into something impactful. he is unaware that you have a daughter together,but fate has a plan for you. it’s one of the best pieces i’ve read here and while you read it,you cannot feel immersed with story.
just pretend by @gavisuntiedboot
this should be turned into a netflix show. while you wait for an update,you will definitely want to reread it.
worlds collide. by @blubffsd
so much drama. listen to the great war by taylor swift while reading.
juno! by @jesssssssssica
it’s gonna be impossible not to fall for jude after you read this. also very impossible not to check her other work😉
we’ll be allright by @footiehoemcfc
mason angst at it’s finest. very rereadble.
champion’s league’s nights by @yungbludz
there is no better crossover,even marvel doesn’t come close to this. my personal multiverse of madness.
sunshine becomes you by @oh-saints
never knew i needed grumpy martin x sunshine reader before i saw this.
to have and to heal by @yellowkitkieran
where martin navigates the ups and downs of parenthood all on his own, and he’s struggling. that’s not to mention football, life and... love? her other stories are also 10/10.
envolver by @pedriscroquettes
loved every single word here.
a mountain to climb by @mountttmase
you will go through every emotion with this one.
his girls by @pulisicsgirl
is there anything better than christian in general? yes and it’s dad!christian.
almost always by @greykitkepa
thank you for your service and spreading kepa propaganda by writing🫡
one shots/headcanons
can’t sleep (without you) by @julianalvarez9
leandro is the cutest sleep deprived thing and it’s safe to say she did him right with this one.
headcanons by @starsshoppin
i couldn’t choose just one,all of them are masterpieces. head of headcanons and probably one of the first accounts i followed here.
silent treatment by @masonspulisic
angst with mason by her never disappoints.
pretty face,pretty boyfriend too by @masonmtxo
jelaous mason>>
dating pablo gavi by @i9messi
exactly how i imagine dating him would be like.
the great war by @mounts89
as if this already wasn’t my fav song from midnights..
comforting words by @mqsi
if barca losing means we get masterpieces like this,we won after all.
red card by @pedrisbanana
i will never see the barca lockroom the same way.
mornings with you. by @luvgavii
prime example of “how is this her first imagine?”
mistletoe by @ktsfootballff
the twist at the end?? love love this and her work in general.
the 5 times he knew by @888bear
who doesn’t love good old childhood friends to lovers?
wherever you are by @swimmingismywholelife
so so beautiful.
headcanons by @minnlix
again,it was hard to choose just one because all of them are *chef’s kiss*
nsfw alphabet by @footballfeverr
mindblowing. that’s all i have to say.
mornings by @20-th-centurygirl
i think this is also one of the first blogs i followed and i lovee her work!
insta au’s
needed some space by @ithinkimokeei
queen of insta au’s as far as i am concerned.
flashing lights by @gavislover
oh my god.
oh,baby! by @kepamount
pure entertainment.
#fernadezology’s fic rec#feel free to sent me fics you love in inbox!!#i’m so sorry if i forgot anyone i’ll update this again#fic rec
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I Will Stand By You - Part I
Thanks @swimmingismywholelife and @chelseagirl98 for your help and support
Warnings: angst
I hate seeing Chris so sad. He seems a shell of himself, and I am blaming the entire Chelsea organization for it. I really hate been away from him; not being able to hold him in my arms.
Currently, I’m in Hershey, Pennsylvania, with Kelley, Mark, DeeDee and Avery watching the Chelsea vs Bournemouth match. We had been practically glued to the TV, for the past hour, waiting for Chris to come into the pitch, but after 84 minutes, the last Chelsea’s substitution was made, and Joao Felix was in, crushing the entire family, and myself. Disappointed and upset, Mark and Kelley drafted away from the living room with Avery by their side. Devyn and I remained on the couch, watching the game. Joao scored another goal for the Blues, making the final score 3-1.
DeeDee squeezed my hands tight. “It will be okay, y/n. I know is hard, but all we can do is be there for him when he calls and is ready for it”.
A lonely tear escaped from my eyes. “He needs me there. I just know it, DeeDee. H-he will start spiraling out of control, looking at the comments in social media, and believing that he is not good enough”, I wiped away the tears that kept coming down.
“Maybe he will, maybe…”
Right before she could end the comment, the game was over and an image of Chris leaving the subs bench and heading to the tunnels was plastered on the tv screen. I noticed immediately how his shoulders were slumped, and his head was down avoiding any eye contact. And just like that, my heart broke a little more for him.
“Mom…dad…, yelled DeeDee, we should call Chris as soon as possible”.
Kelley was the first to return into the living room. One look at my tear strained face was all the indication need it to call her husband. Her mother’s intuition knows that there is more than a friendship between her youngest son and y/n but neither has said anything and her daughter is keeping a tight lid on the subject.
To say that I was worried about Chris would be an understatement. I cannot erase from my mind the rejected figure walking back to the tunnels. Finally, I excused myself from the Pulisic family and went outside for some fresh air and to clear my head. I lost sense of time, just lost in the pretty scene in front of me. Suddenly, I became aware of another person next to me.
“Mom and dad are getting worried. Chris is not answering his phone, and they had been trying for the past two hours. I don’t want to show it, y/n, but I’m scared for him”.
It was my turn to offer comfort to DeeDee, so I hugged her as tightly as possible. A thought came quickly, and I just went with it. “Let me call Kepa. Maybe he will answer his phone and can tell us about Chris. Normally, I will call Ben, but with that injury, I’m not sure if he will answer”
Without wasting more time, I took my phone from my back pocket and dialed Kepa’s number. In less than two rings, the Spaniard goalkeeper answered the phone. “Estas llamando para saber de Chris?” (¿Are you calling about Chris?), Kepa’s voice is low, which tells me that he doesn’t want to be heard.
“Si. Siento mucho haberte llamado, pero estoy super preocupada por él. Su mama y su papa han estado llamándolo, pero él no ha contestado el celular” (Yes, I’m so sorry for calling you but I am very worried about him. His mom and dad had been calling and he is not answering his phone”).
“Kai y yo también estamos preocupados por él. En las pasadas prácticas, él ha estado muy callado. Chris está presente, por lo menos su cuerpo, pero su cabeza no está con nosotros. Él está pretendiendo que todo está bien, pero nosotros lo conocemos bien y sabemos que no es cierto. Solamente poseemos la mitad de Chris con nosotros” (“Also, Kai and I are worried about him. During practice, he is super quiet. Chris’s body is there but his mind is somewhere else. He is pretending that everything is okay, but we know him well and it is not true. We only have half of Chris with us”).
“Kepa… porque no me han dicho esto antes? (Why has no one mentioned this before?)
A muffled conversation can be heard through the line, which I assumed was between Kai and Kepa.
“Y/n, puedes venir a Londres? Solamente tu”, whisper Kepa once again (Y/n, can you come to London? Just you”), whisper Kepa once again.
“Me estas asustando, Kepa. Pero la respuesta es sí. Voy a reservar mi pasaje tan pronto cuelgue contigo” (“Kepa, you are scaring me. But the answer is yes. Once I hang up the phone, I will make my reservation”).
“Llama a Sophia o Andrea con los detalles. No queremos que te preocupes. Kai y yo estamos seguros de que él te necesita. Su familia puede tener buenas intenciones, pero en este momento tu y solamente tu presencia en lo que el necesita. La presión aquí es suficiente sin la necesidad de su familia haciendo preguntas que no tienen respuesta” (“Call Sophia or Andrea with your flight details. We don’t want you to worry about anything else. Kai and I are sure that he needs you. Maybe his family has good intentions but at this exact moment he needs to be with you and only you. Here, there is a lot of pressure without his family adding to it; asking questions that have no answers”).
“Gracias por todo, y por favor dile lo mismo a Kai. Tan pronto tenga los detalles del vuelo llamare a las muchachas. Besos y abrazos y que tengan un buen viaje de regreso” (Thank you both for everything; please let Kai know this. Once I have the flight details, I will call the girls. Hugs and kisses, and have safe trip back”)
“Tú también, y/n. Adiós y cuídate mucho” (Same to you, y/n. Bye and take care”)
“Why did you have that entire conversation in Spanish? “Is Chris, okay?”, said DeeDee holding my shoulders once I hung up the phone.
“Sorry DeeDee. It is easier to speak with Kepa in our native language. I will need your help but please don’t ask me questions that I’m not completely capable of answering. I’m about to book the red eye to London for tonight. I will need a ride to NY”.
“What? What’s going on with Chris? I’m going with…”Devyn started yelling, so I must cover her mouth to avoid alerting the rest of the family.
“DeeDee, I need you to calm down. Kepa just asked, and suggested, for me to head to London. You know how Chris is. He will not ask for help, and I need to be there. I’m physically aching for him, DeeDee. I just must be there, please understand”.
My longtime friend and confidante, despised our age difference, stared at me for what felt like forever. Just a handful of people were aware of the true nature of Chris and I relationship. Devyn, as my close friend and holder of my secrets, was the first one to know. From the Chelsea boys, Kepa, Kai, Chilly and Mason were part of our guarded secret. Chris and I chose it that way and had decided to open about our dating status, to both parents once I was done with this semester and his current season was over. Navigating our relationship has been extremely difficult, and sometimes complicated, especially with me living and going to school in the States and he is playing in London, but we make it work
.“Okay. I will help you, but I still don’t like it. He is my baby brother, and I want to protect him, y/n. You know how close we are and, just like you, I hate seeing him unhappy”
I embraced my best friend. Of course, I knew how she was feeling. The love between Chris and Devyn was so deep. Sometimes, I feel for Chase; he is the odd man out with the siblings.
“Thanks, DeeDee. I love you so much for it. I promised that, as soon as I know more about what’s going on, I will let you know”.
“And I will hold you to it”.
In no time, DeeDee helped me book my ticket, which, with a lot of luck on our side, was set for tonight. Now, the second major obstacle needs to be tackled. Friday was my last exam, and once done I headed to the Pulisic residence to spend a month with them prior to us meeting with Chris for the Nations League semi-finals. Explaining to Kelley that I was leaving with no warning was going to be difficult, especially since we already think that she is onto us about Chris and I relationship, and she is just waiting for the right moment to pound on us. So, I let DeeDee handle her mom.
“I don’t understand why you must leave now. You were going to stay with us for a month and then head together to Las Vegas and Jupiter. Why are you suddenly changing your plans? Where are you going anyway? And to add to all this, Christian is not answering our calls. I’m so worried about him. Maybe, Mark and I should just head to London and see for us that he is okay”.
Panic started setting in, but I should have no worries about it.
“Mom, you need to stop. Chris is 24 years old, and he will call us when he is ready. Y/n will be back with us before you know it, and everything will be okay. I will have to apologize for not mentioning the gift that I purchased for her. She has worked hard at school, in addition to helping me with Avery and my business. She didn’t know about it until 20 minutes ago, so it was not her fault. Stop worrying”, said DeeDee trying to get her mom’s focus away from y/n.
“Well, I don’t like it. Her parents trust us to take care of her and…”“Stop mother, please! It will be okay, and you know y/n deserves this and so much more!”
“Oh well. Who is going to take y/n to the airport? Maybe Mark can…”
“Mom, I will be taking her and spending the night in NY. Just take care of your precious grandchild for me until tomorrow”.
“Okay, just drive safely. Let us know when you arrive at the hotel, Devyn, and y/n, let us know when you arrive at your mysterious destination”.
“I will, Kelley”
“I will, mom”
Packing was done in record time, and after a round of goodbyes, we started our driving to NY around 3:00 pm. I tried calling Chris, but the call went straight to voice mail. At the end, I opened the WhatsApp app and left a text for him…”Babe, I love you so much. Thinking of you as always. Just know…I’m here”. I can see the two blue check marks indicating that he has read the message, but for whatever reason he has chosen not to answer.
I just sigh loudly and kept staring out the window.
“Did he see the message?”
I just nodded. Devyn took her hand away from the steering wheel and squeezed my hands resting on my lap
.Few hours later, we arrived in NY and straight to the hotel to wait for my time to head to the airport. Both Sophia and Andrea had my itinerary and assured me that they were both picking me up at Heathrow. If I were honest, I would have become anxious and a little nervous.
Unconsciously, I started replaying my last face time call with Chris. I was so worried about my last final on Friday, and he was making sure that I was calm and ready for it.
“Princess, you are ready for this. You have done everything possible and impossible for it, and I know you will do great. Just focus on the rewards after everything is over, especially when we see each other soon. Counting the days until you are properly back in my arms, and I can kiss and spoil my beautiful and smart girlfriend”.
Blushing, I said “babe, thank you! I needed to hear this, especially from you. I miss you so much, Chris, and to be honest, I think that my longing is adding to my stress. Having my personal countdown to see you. I missed cuddling with you!”.
“Soon, baby girl. Before you know it, my arms will be around you. I cannot wait myself. I miss my gorgeous girl so much. Jealous of the boys, as they have their girlfriends with them all the time but also so proud of all your accomplishments. Things will get better once we let the cat out of the bag. Should be easier to be open about our feelings. Please remind me why I told you to keep it secret for a while? Lack of judgment on my part for sure”.
“Y/n, y/n, are you with me?”
I was startled by DeeDee and caught daydreaming, completely lost on that last conversation.
“Sorry. I was just replaying my last conversation with Chris and…” but I stopped talking. My phone started vibrating in my hand with an oncoming text message. A look at the screen showed me that it was from Christian.
“I need to answer this”. Leaving the room, I closed the door to the bedroom and opened the app. I never hide things from Chris’ sister, how could I? But this is different.
Opening the message immediately, I started reading. “I love you so much, baby girl. I’m not in a good place right now. I feel suffocated and everything seems to hit me from all angles and at the same time. I-I don’t want to drag anyone with me. Just…need space”.
I started crying. This message hurts my soul. This gentle, kind, genuine and hard-working man is hurting by the words and actions of people that cannot see clearly and are looking for a scape goat or posses hidden agendas. I cannot let Christian push me or our love away. Wiping away my tears, I started typing an answer.
“Christian, love, please stop doing this to yourself. You are more than enough. I need you to understand my next words. In a short period of time, you have accomplished and sacrificed so much. No one has the right to say anything different. Let’s talk baby. Don’t push me away. I will not let you do that. I’m right here and I’m not running away. You are too important for me to let anything, or anyone come between us. I’m in love with the man, not the footballer”.
He saw the message but again chose not to answer. I need to be with him now.
I stayed so long in the room, that finally DeeDee came looking for me. She switched the lights on, and with one single look at my face, she sat down on the bed next to me.
“I’m not going to pry. Just know that I’m here for you and for Chris. I promised you not to ask questions but… I’m just worried about you. I’m deeply concerned for you both. Let’s just get you ready; it is time for you to head to the airport and help my brother. H-he doesn’t need his blood relatives, but he needs you. Even I can see that”.
“Oh DeeDee. He doesn’t want me there. He just wrote that”, newly fresh tears rolling on my face.“He needs you there, even if he doesn't realize it. He is a Pulisic, and he is stubborn. That is how he has made it this far. But once he sees you, things will change. I know my brother well, and you are his weakness. Please trust me in this”.
“I trust you. It is just…”“Nothing. Get ready. You have a plane to catch and a stubborn boy to straight up”
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Happy New Year to all of you! I can't thank all of you enough for reading my work and offering encouragement! I know I'm often slow on updates and don't post a ton of fics, but your feedback means everything!
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Miracles in December
Summary: You haven't seen your best friend since his injury. And only a Christmas Miracle will bring him back to you.
Warning: ANGST but fluffy ending, platonic best friend!Gavi, mentions of Gavi's injuries, light arguments, insecurity, guilt
WC: 5K
A/N: 🎶On the third day of Ficmas, my writer gave to me a fic withbest friend!Gavi🎶 If you're new here, I bleed Blaugrana. I've been a Barca fan since I was a kid and that club means everything to me. That being said, Gavi is one of my favorite players and my son and I'm absolutely devastated that he's had such a major injury. I don’t typically write for Gavi (he's a literal baby to me), but I wanted to write something to show my support for him. So this is dedicated to him. Estamos contigo. Mucha fuerza Gavi y te queremos ❤️💙
Link for the Song: Miracles in December
"Oh, I didn't know how thankful your love was, oh
I thought it would stop once it ended, oh
But every day, I'm fixing
Myself to want you
I think my love will endlessly continue."
~~~
You knocked on the door, your duffle bag over one shoulder, trying to shake off the snow.
"Hola, Aurora," you said to the person who opened the door.
"Hola, Y/N, come in! You must be freezing right now!" Aurora answered, gesturing for you to come in quickly. "I'll make you some tea. Sit, make yourself at home!"
You set your stuff in a small space by the doorway, one that commonly had your stuff whenever you came to visit the Paez Gavira household. It wasn't surprising to see you come over as you'd been doing it since you were a kid. You and Pablo had met years ago on your first day at La Masía. You'd just moved from America back to Spain so you could play for the academy. You were an awfully shy kid, especially after your American classmates bullied you for the way you spoke Spanish.
You remembered your first day at La Masía very clearly. You had stood outside the building too afraid to go in. Pablo noticed you on his way in and despite being shy himself, approached you, asking if you were lost.
"Hola, soy Pablo. Are you here to play?" Pablo asked.
"Sí," you said softly. "Soy Y/N. Today is my first day here. I'm just a little scared."
"¿Por qué? You're gonna love it here! This is the best academy in the world!" he said excitedly.
"But what if they don't like me? What if I don't make any friends?" you asked worriedly.
"You don't have to worry about because I'll be your friend! And I'll introduce you to everyone else!"
"Yo no sé," you mumbled to yourself, ready to call your mom to pick you up. "I think I'm just gonna call my mom to pick me up and go home."
"How's this? I'll be your first friend, and because we're friends, we'll walk in together! You belong here, I promise. And so long as I'm your friend, I'll make sure you know that this is where you belong and what you're meant to do! What do you say, Pequeña?"
"Pequeña?! I'm not that small!" you protested, feeling slightly offended that he was coming for your height like that.
"Yes you are but that's okay! See, you have a nickname now from a friend!" Pablo said. "Everything is gonna be okay. You're here for a reason. This is your home and even if you're nervous now, I'll help you see that," he continued, calming your nerves and reassuring you.
Pablo held out his hand for you to take. "Just take my hand and we'll reach our dreams of playing for the first team together."
You hesitated, but took a deep breath. You knew you had to take the chance to achieve the dream of playing for your favorite club. So you took Pablo's hand in yours. You smiled at each other before walking through the doors together, ready to take on the world.
Since that day, the two of you were inseparable. And he was right. The moment you stepped through those doors, everything felt right. Pablo introduced you to his friends, making you feel more at ease with everyone. You eventually made your own friends within the academy. And despite your growth spurt, you still ended up tiny, causing Pablo's unfortunate nickname for you to stick. Even after Pablo started playing with the first team, he always did his best to support you in your games. He was your best friend and you were his.
Which was why you were just as distraught as he was when his injury happened. You were in the crowd proudly wearing his jersey and cried just as hard as he did as he was subbed off, knowing the injury was serious. You cried even more when you found out it was a torn ACL and meniscus, knowing he was out for the rest of the season and the Euros. Pablo more than anything loved to play, and you knew he would be devastated.
On top of that misfortune, Pablo hadn't spoken to you since that day. You'd traveled with him back to Barcelona and to the medics after that game, where you held him as he cried. But after that, he'd gone radio silent. At first, you thought he just needed time and space to process everything going on. But you soon realized that Pablo was still talking to the others after catching up with Fermín and some of the others one day.
"Yeah, I think Pablo just needs space," you said, drinking the coffee you'd ordered. "He isn't really speaking to anyone right now."
"What are you talking about?" Fermín asked, furrowing his eyebrows. "Pablito and I talked yesterday. He's nervous for his upcoming surgery, but I reassured him that everything was gonna be fine."
"Wait, he talked to you?" you asked, now being the one confused.
"Pequeña, he's been regularly talking to all of us because he needs the support," Cristo explained.
"Then why hasn't he talked to me?" you asked again, feeling extremely hurt. "I thought we were best friends. I haven't seen him since he came back to Barcelona. And he hasn't answered any of my calls or texts. I've been to his house every day since and he's never even so much opened his door."
"I'm sorry, Pequeña," Fermín said, trying to smile.
But the damage was already done.
"How is he, Rora?" you asked gently as his sister gently handed you a mug.
"The same," she sighed. "His surgery went well so he's just recovering now. I think Christmas being around the corner is making him even more upset though. You know, holiday cheer and all," Aurora replied, sitting down next to you. "He's still crying every night even if he thinks we can't hear him. He hasn't talked to you then I assume?"
You shook your head. "He hasn't said anything to me since that day. The only way I know how he's doing is by asking you or some of the others. I just wish I could help him you know? It's like I'm here, but he won't even acknowledge that we know each other, much less being best friends."
"You've been here every day since," Aurora said gently. "Even if Pablo can't see it now, I know he's appreciative of that." She grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers together. "And we appreciate that too. My brother is annoyingly stubborn and yet you've been here every day, doing your best to help him and the rest of us. You're doing more than enough, hermanita. He's lucky to have someone like you in his life."
You squeezed Aurora's hand laying your head on her shoulder.
"I would take the injury if it meant he could play too," you said honestly.
"Don't ever say that," Aurora said sternly. "If Pablo were down here, he would've hit you for saying that. You love playing just as much as he does. And you deserve to play too."
"I made the first team, Rora," you whispered. "And they've been strongly suggesting they're gonna sub me in at some point. They're finally gonna let me play. It's everything I've been working towards."
Aurora quickly sat up and hugged you tight. "Y/N! That's amazing! Estoy tan orgullosa de ti! Just in time for Christmas too! This is like the best present ever!"
"Thank you," you groaned out, "but you're squeezing me a little too tight there."
She only squeezed you tighter in response. "My parents are gonna be so excited! And Pablo-" She cut herself off. "Pablo will be proud of you too," she said softly. "I know he will."
"Is he?" you scoffed. "He hasn't spoken to me once since the injury. He's visited the first team, he regularly talks to Fermín and Cristo and all the others. But he won't even look in my direction."
"He'll come around," Aurora answered. "I think he's afraid of how you'll treat him. He's stupid for that but he'll come around eventually I promise."
"You know," you started, "everyone kept saying today that this was the best present I could've gotten. To play for the first team. And don't get me wrong, I'm so excited for this. It's all I've ever wanted since I came to Spain. And in time for Christmas too? It should be make my holidays even more exciting." You sighed, resting your head on Aurora's shoulder. "But honestly, I just want Pablo to come back to me. That's really all I ask for. But at this rate, I think even a Christmas miracle won't bring him back."
You stayed for a little while longer before Aurora kicked you out (mostly because she didn't want you walking home in the dark and the snow was starting to pick up). But before you left, you walked up to Pablo's room and knocked on the door like you'd done every time you came to visit. You knew he was awake and heard you, but there was still no effort to come see or talk to you. You sighed, taking a seat with your back against the door.
"Hola Pablito," you said. "I hope you're doing okay over there. I'm glad your surgery went well. Rora tells me everything's been great. I'm sure you probably know better than I do, but the team is struggling. That's okay though, they're managing as best they can."
You turned around to lean your forehead against the door.
"I, uh, I got called up for the first team for tomorrow's game. The others think there's a good chance Jonatán might put me in too," you continued softly, a smile appearing on your face. "I'm a little late compared to you, but we finally did it, Pablo. We're both finally on the first team, just like we promised when we were kids."
A frown appeared on your face when you didn't hear anything other than the noises of his TV.
"I know we haven't spoken in a while, but I hope you can at least watch the game on TV. Maybe I'll even score on my debut," you chuckled. Still no response from him. "Well, I have to go before your sister starts yelling at me. The snow is getting pretty bad anyway. I'll be back tomorrow after the game and I'll tell you all about it."
You got up, dusting yourself off. You rested your forehead against the door once more.
"I'm proud of you, you know? I know things are difficult for you, but you're gonna come back and be better than ever. I'll see you tomorrow, Pablo. Te quiero."
Pablo stared up at his bed as the sound of your footsteps faded, his stomach in knots as he was full of guilt. He knew you didn't deserve to be ignored, but he was ashamed. He couldn't bare to face you. You were his closest friend from La Masía and he didn't want you to see him in his condition. You wouldn't have judged him, and he knew that, but he still couldn't bring himself to speak to you. His family and his friends had scolded him many times for it, but Pablo didn't have the courage to apologize. And now hearing that you were finally called up to the first team and he still didn't say anything? He felt even worse.
Pablo heard another knock on his door.
"Hermano, it's just me. Y/N left. Can I come in?" his sister asked.
"Sí," he said, not bothering to sit up.
Aurora walked in and sat on his bed.
"She's upset, you know?" she said softly. "That even after making the first team, you still haven't talked to her."
"Yo sé," He responded.
"You know what she said to me?" Pablo remained quiet. "She said, 'Honestly Rora, I just want Pablo back. I would've said no to playing tomorrow if it meant he'd just talk to me.' And she said she would take the injury if that meant you could play again. Do you know how much that hurts to hear? That she'd rather give up her dream than not have you in her life? That's how much you mean to her. That girl has been here every single day since you got injured and you've said nada to her. You've talked to everyone else except Y/N. Why hermano? I just don't understand."
Pablo still said nothing. He took a deep breath, tears in his eyes.
"Yo sé," he answered. "Yo sé and it's killing me. But I don't want her to see me like this. All mangled and depressed. She should be living her dream, not watching me trying to walk every day."
Aurora sighed before raising her hand, slapping Pablo on his forehead.
"Ow! What the hell was that for?!" he yelled, grabbing the spot in pain.
"For being stupid, Stupid! Y/N has been your best friend since you started at La Masía! She's not judging you for getting injured! You couldn't help that and all she's wanted to do is support you because she knows how devastated you are. She's just as devastated for you!" Aurora said. "I know this has been hard for you, but you don't have to do it all alone, hermano. Just let her in and let her help you."
Aurora got up to leave Pablo with his thoughts. Before she closed the door, she peeked her head in and said, "And please at least watch her game. It's the least you can do after how you've treated her. You and I both know that."
You tossed and turned in your bed that night. With the excitement of finally making the first team and your best friend still ignoring you, sleep almost didn't come at all. Thankfully, you were able to get some rest that you knew you needed, especially if you were trying to prove yourself to your coach and the fans that you deserved some playing time.
Your stomach was in knots as you arrived at the stadium. You did your best to seem calm and collected knowing there were cameras filming the entrance to your very first game with Barça Feminí. But you didn't know what to think or what to feel. You just wanted a good game.
"Are you ready?" Lucy asked you, swinging an arm around your shoulders as you entered the dressing room.
"As ready as I'll ever be," you said nervously, twiddling your fingers.
"Aw, it's gonna be okay, Pequeña!" she said. "You deserve this. It's been a long time coming honestly."
"Do you think I'll end up playing today?" you asked hopefully.
"There's been a lot of buzz about you online since you're close to the men's team. A lot of positivity mostly so I think people are excited to see you. But between you and me, I think you've got a good shot. You're our secret weapon," Lucy winked. "You're our Christmas miracle this year."
She gave your shoulder one final squeeze before parting, allowing the two of you to get dressed.
"What happens if you score a goal?" Aitana asked you as you tied your shoes. "Do you have a plan for it?"
You shrugged your shoulders. "I have an idea. But that's assuming I get on the field at all today, much less score a goal."
"You will. No doubt in my mind. It would be stupid of them not to, Pequeña."
You were flattered by your teammates' faith in you. Despite knowing the stack of players who were both in the starting XI and on the bench, you were honored to have been chosen as an option to play tonight. But while you were still unsure you'd see any playing time, your teammates were fairly confident in you and your abilities.
You dusted yourself off before you checked your phone, giggling when you saw the good luck messages from your friends and family. You sighed in disappointment still not seeing anything from Pablo, but you tried not to let it get to you. You threw your thoughts aside to focus on the game ahead of you, hoping you'd get subbed in at some point.
The game surprised the whole team. It was a lot trickier than any of you expected, your team struggling to convert any chances into goals. The score was tied at 1-1. The other team's defense was tough to break, and it was thanks to yours being just as good that they also weren't able to score as much. On top of that, the snow was starting to fall, making it harder to see and turning the air colder. You were all nervous that the win streak of the team would break today.
You were biting your nails as Alexia's shot was blocked once again, making you and the rest of the bench groan with disappointment. There were only a few minutes left on the clock. The team needed something and they needed something quickly.
"Y/N! Start warming up. I'm putting you in," Jonatán said. "Congratulations, Pequeña."
You looked at your coach before looking behind you. You repeated this several times before pointing at yourself in disbelief.
"Me? You're talking to me?" you squeaked.
"Sí, Pequeña, I'm talking to you. We need to change up the game plan and you're gonna be the magic we need to win this game. So I need you ready to go. Start running, Kid," he said before going back to coaching.
You let out a noise putting your hands over your mouth, still in shock over his decision. Your teammates all smiled brightly at you and cheered lightly, knowing that you were finally fulfilling your childhood dream. You stood to follow your coaches directions, but not before whispering something to Claudia, discreetly handing her a jersey. She nodded, smiling brightly and patting you on the head to send you on your way.
Your mind shifted to focus on what your game would be, but you couldn't help but think about Pablo. You shook off the thoughts, knowing that your friendship with him wasn't your priority right now. All you could do was hope that he was watching your game at home and cared enough to support you.
Your palms were sweating as you waited for Alexia to come off the field, your jersey number flashing on the board. This was the moment you'd been preparing your whole life for. And while you were nervous, you were more than ready for this.
Alexia hugged you and patted you on the head. "Go kill it, Pequeña," she whispered to you.
The moment you stepped onto the field officially replacing your captain, an indescribable feeling came over you. You could hear your team and the crowd cheering for you, all excited to see what you could do. Even though you felt the pressure on your shoulders, it didn't compare to what that atmosphere was like. There weren't any words in any language that could perfectly capture how you felt, but you knew that this was where you belonged. And you knew that you would do anything to feel this emotion for the rest of your life.
Lucy threw the ball in, initiating the start of play once again, snapping you out of your thoughts and putting you back into game mode. The ball was passed around amongst your teammates as you tried to figure out your options. You peaked over your shoulder, noticing a space that you knew you could use to your advantage. But you were also aware you were being marked by a defender, so your run would have to be quick and accurate. You made eye contact with Aitana and locked your eyes with hers subtly telling her that you had a plan. She launched the ball in your direction and you started sprinting as hard as you could, trying to keep the defender off your tail. The ball made contact with your foot as you kept running, dribbling the ball close to you. The other defenders had come quicker than you were expecting, but you knew you just had to keep going. You felt them grab your waist but you shrugged them off, pushing yourself to keep going. You scanned your surroundings not seeing a clear path for any of your teammates, but you did spot one right in front of the goal.
Your world stopped for a moment as your mind went back to your first day at La Masía. Pablo's face appeared in your mind as the words, 'Just take my hand and we'll reach our dreams of playing for the first team together', resounded in your ears. This was your dream and it was right in front of you. And you knew that despite your hesitation, you needed to just take a chance to reach that dream, just as you did all those years ago.
And so you kicked the ball towards the goal. The stadium held its breath as you all watched the ball fly past the defenders and slipping right past the goalkeeper's fingertips. You couldn't hear anything but the sound of the ball hitting the back of the net before deafening screams rang out from everyone around you. Your name and face flashed on the screen with a "GOL" next to your face.
Your eyes widened, realizing that not only was that your first touch of the ball in your very first game for the first team, but that you'd just scored your very first goal. Once you snapped back to your senses, you ran over to the side, kissing the badge on your shirt. You jumped into the air and screamed as you felt your teammates jumping onto you in celebration. You high fived everyone and huddled into a group hug, elated at the way you put the team into the lead, a "2-1" now appearing on the screen.
Knowing you didn't have much time for your own personal celebration, you broke off to the side running towards Claudia, who handed you the jersey you given to her earlier. You presented it to the crowd around you proudly. The camera zoomed in to display the "6 Gavi" on the screens around you. Despite not speaking to him for weeks, you wanted to still show your support for you recovering best friend because without him, you wouldn't even be playing that night. It was thanks to Pablo that you were here living your dreams, and this was your way of thanking him for everything he'd done.
Right before you turned back, you looked at the crowd one last time. And there in the stands was the boy himself sitting in the crowd with his cast on next to your families.
"You came," you said mostly to yourself in disbelief, feeling the tears form in your eyes, snow falling all around you.
Pablo nodded and cheered. Words didn't need to be spoken to know he was proud of you.
You laughed as you returned the smile. You knew things still had to be mended between the two of you, but you knew this was a step in the right direction. You presented the jersey a final time, hitting the badge on your own before tossing it back to Claudia and getting back into the game.
The snow fell around you as the final whistle was blown, your last minute goal being what your team needed to win the game. The bench ran to you and jumped on top, causing all of you to fall to the ground as you screamed in delight. The crowd cheered just as loudly for you, excited for the win and to see what more you could do for the team.
"You did it, Pequeña, you did it!" "You're our Christmas miracle!" "You deserve this!" "We're so proud of you!" were the words spoken by your teammates. This really was a dream come true.
You ended up earning the Player of the Match trophy for your heroics. You raised it to the fans as you walked over to the side for the interview as a means to thank them for the support.
"Wow! Y/N your first game and your first goal for Barça Feminí. How does it feel?" the interviewer asked you.
"Um, I can't really explain the feeling to be honest. Overwhelming but in a really good way," you answered honestly. "I've been dreaming of being in this position since I came to Barcelona when I was a kid, and I don't think it's fully hit me yet that I'm here."
"Well, there's been talks about you in La Masía and how you were going to be the secret weapon the team needed this season. Lots of people were anticipating your debut and I'm sure they're pleased to see what you've added to this team. They're already calling you 'the Christmas Miracle' online. Do you have any comments on that?" another interviewer asked.
"I'm really honored to have that sort of title," you laughed. "My teammates have been nothing but supportive and had complete faith that I would play today. And I couldn't be more grateful for all of them."
"And of course we have to talk about that goal celebration!" the interviewer said. "Culers loved the dedication to the beloved Gavi who is unfortunately injured and out for the season. Was there any particular reason for that?"
You grinned. "Gavi is the whole reason why I'm even here. On my first day at La Masía, I was so nervous I almost turned around and went home and Gavi was the one who convinced me that I belonged and helped me walk in. It's really all thanks to him that I worked up the courage and the passion to play."
"You must've been gutted to see him get injured," the other interviewer commented.
"I was probably just as devastated as he was," you replied. "I hate seeing any player injured, but to watch one of my best friends suffer was even worse. And since I'm here because of him, I wanted to honor him and his love for the sport and for the club. To let him know he might be off the field physically, but his spirit and his heart are still present with us. And to thank him for everything he's done for me."
"Gavi was in the crowd today and I'm sure he appreciated it. Well, congratulations Y/N on your first game and your first goal for the team. We hope to see more from you this season!" the interviewer said.
"Thank you so much!" you answered excitedly, giving each of them a small handshake before heading to the tunnels.
You spotted a figure in crutches waiting on the side for you leaning against the wall for support. You smiled and walked towards him.
"Hey stranger," you said softly, making him jump.
"Hey," Pablo answered, looking at his feet before averting his gaze to look at you.
"I can't deny I'm surprised to see you here, Pablito," you said, nudging him lightly.
"Aurora talked some sense into me. And I realized that wallowing in my own self pity wasn't more important than watching your first call up," he replied.
"What if I didn't end up playing?" you asked.
"First of all, you were always gonna play. There's no way you wouldn't. Honestly, I'm surprised it took this long for them to call you up when it should've happened years ago," Pablo said, shaking his head. "Second of all, it wouldn't have mattered to me anyway. Regardless of your playing time, I wanted to support you and your team just like you've been supporting me all this time. Even when I haven't deserved it."
He glanced at his wrapped leg. "I've been a jerk and a coward and I'm sorry for ignoring you. I just didn't want you to see me in this state because I was ashamed and embarrassed of this injury."
You rolled your eyes and flicked his forehead.
"Ow! What the hell?! You and Aurora have been hanging out too much," he grumbled.
"Yeah, because you're an idiot! I've known you since we were gross and snotty kids!" you exclaimed. "We've been best friends for literal years. If you haven't gotten rid of me yet, then that means I'm sticking around like those boogers you used to stick on the walls."
"You said you would stop bringing that up!" he whined, making you giggle.
"I'm serious though. Don't feel ashamed. Injuries happen and it's not your fault. All you can do now is lean on your loved ones for support and work to get better so you can come back stronger and better than ever," you said.
"But what if I don't?" he asked. "What if this injury ruined everything?"
"You're too stubborn for this to ruin your life," you said bluntly. "Does this sport mean everything to you? Will you give your all for your team once you come back?" Pablo nodded. "Then don't let this get you down. You just have to be patient and let the healing process do its thing. And once you get past that, you're gonna find yourself being the captain of Barcelona leading your team to greatness."
"Thank you," Pablo said seriously. "For everything. Te quiero, Pequeña."
"Te quiero también, Pablito," you said. "Estoy contigo por siempre."
You leaned over to give him a hug, but he stepped back.
"You can hug me later. You stink dude. And I'm cold. So hurry up and change. My parents are already with yours and they're making your favorite in celebration," Pablo whined. You just laughed, making your way into the dressing room.
Your first game had been something straight out of a fairytale. Your first call, first game, first touch, and first goal. It was everything you could've dreamed about when you stepped foot in Barcelona for the first time.
But while all of that was great, you got something even more important that night. And your Christmas miracle was in the form of the boy waiting for you in the tunnel.
Taglist: @thoseboysinblue @chilwellspulisic @neverinadream @notsoattractivearenti @pulisicsgirl @lizzypotter14 @lovelynikol16 @nyctophilic0vitnir @shadowscorch
#gavi#pablo gavi#gavi imagine#gavi one shot#gavi au#gavi x reader#pablo gavi imagine#pablo gavi one shot#pablo gavi au#pablo gavi x reader#footballer au#footballer imagine#footballer x reader#footballer one shot#swimmingismywholelife
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melting an ice heart | lmk
01. skater wannabes
masterlist • next
pairing: lee mark (nct) x fem!reader
genre & tropes: smau, mostly enemies to lovers but a little bit of fluff too don’t worry, sports au (hockey player x figure skater), grumpy x sunshine energy
chapter warnings: swearing, suggestive but very minimal, mentions of drinking and a dead family member
synopsis: he’s the life of every party, the team heartthrob and mvp while she’s the stone cold ice-princess who will stop at nothing to get things her way. but when an accident intertwines the two more than they had hoped, will his fire be enough to melt the ice facade she’s built up or will they continue to clash and end up in ruins?
updates: mwf 8:00pm gmt+8 // 11:00pm gmt+11
taglist: open!
💌: @leefullsun @defzcl @ncityzenz @keemburley @syzavxy @doejaejung @softieluvsyou @leep0ems @nae-vm @hizhu @haechanielove @chezziy @excalibur-gone-missing @bluedbliss @girlwholoveslpreppyattire @planetkiimchi @swimmingismywholelife @cloudmrk
#nct dream scenarios#nct dream fluff#nct dream social media au#mark smau#melting an ice heart smau#stxbrymochi maih#mark lee x reader#hockey player mark x reader#nct sports au#nct hockey player au#nct texts#nct smau au#nct imagines#nct scenarios
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hi angel!! i love ur ben fics so much,, do u have any writers to recommend?? not just for ben but any footballers esp mason mount?? i am new to the fandom and need more writers to binge ha!!
i would definitely recommend @judeswhore if you like jude bellingham, she's incredible and possibly one of the best writers (especially smut) on this app, she has a couple of mason fics on her masterlist too that i would definitely recommend checking out
definitely check out @kepamount @chilwellspulisic @landoslover & @pulisicsgirl for some good mason fics, check out @thoseboysinblue if you want some mind blowing fics for christian pulisic
i would also highly recommend @babygirlbenji @notsoattractivearenti @swimmingismywholelife @greykitkepa @kickinganddriving @yungbludz
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Alright,
I really tried to stay out of the plagiarizing drama happening over the past few days here BUT @swimmingismywholelife had a sharp eye and pretty good memory to recognize one of my fics on a different blog. Apparently, @loveegavi had the audacity to straight up copy my sentences, even writing the same words in upper case and also stating that the story had been sitting in their drafts for months. Maybe in my drafts love, definitely not yours. The story I’m talking about is called a female Barca player, you can find it in my masterlist. It was written over a month ago. If you thought changing the readers occupation would hide the fact that it’s my work, well I’m sorry but you’ve been busted. That’s all, have a nice day.
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WIP GAME
RULES: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
thanks for the tag soul sis @ariddletobesolved 😉💕
tbh i have way too many LMAO but i’m only gonna list 7 😂
1. polar opposites final part (CP)
2. untitled christmas fic / dad!puli (CP)
3. my prince, my soulmate, my friend (CP)
4. reminiscing (CP)
5. white christmas (MM) 👀
6. untitled new year fic (MM)
7. take what you want / oor inspo (MM)
tagging my fave girlies who happen to be wonderful writers 🤭 @swimmingismywholelife @chilwellspulisic @neverinadream @pulisicsgirl @thoseboysinblue @landoslover - feel free to ignore!
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tagged by: @thoseboysinblue @neverinadream @mountttmase @swimmingismywholelife thank you all so much!!!! 🫶🏻
rules: share the last line you wrote for your WIP and tag as many people as there are words
“I’m just a little nervous about it, is all,” you mumbled, tracing patterns and shapes over his collarbones and bare chest with your finger so that you could focus on something other than his eyes, which seemed to pierce through you and read your innermost thoughts. “I don’t really think he’ll be upset, but… I don’t want to mess up your relationship with him, or mine for that matter.”
not exactly a line, but i thought this was a fun little sneak peek
tagging: anyone who wants to do it! (i'm super late to this so i don't want to spam anyone with it if they've already done it)
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Hi Rocket. I just wanted to offer my condolences for the loss of your dogs. I just wanted you to know that we're here for you if you need any support. Don't even worry about any uploads. Take all the time you need ❤
Thank you. Tbh the amount of people who have reached out to me means a lot and definitely makes me feel less lonely tbh so thank you 💕
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