#c. pulisic

[julianalvarez9]

writing the cheesiest fluff ever for christian just because @dinonuggiesforliferz asked for it

[sportswriters]

sportswriters' football recommendations list

first of all, we love lists. second of all, we appreciate everyone who takes their time to put these works together, so we decided to do our own recommendation post. at last, these authors deserve all the love, we keep coming back to the space you created in this mess of a world. thank you, truly.

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LAST UPDATE: 10/04/2024

guidelines | a: angst, f: fluff, s: smut, c: comedy, 💗: personal favorite

mason mount

yours for the night by @carlottawllms | a, f | friends to lovers

because i love you by @carlottawllms | a, f, s | friends with benefits

on the verge of goodbye by @carlottawllms | a, f | established relationship

a mountain to climb (masterpost 1, masterpost 2) by @mountttmase | a, f, s | series

i'll fix this by @mountttmase | a, f | dad!mason

damage is done by @mountttmase | a, f | established relationship

cold hands, cold heart by @mountttmase | a, f | established relationship

are we okay? by @mountttmase | a, f | friends to lovers

you deserve better by @tsimvkas | a, f | established relationship

bad idea, right? by @julianalvarez9 | f | social media, summer love

christmas miracle by @julianalvarez9 | f | social media

can't choose ft. christian pulisic by @julianalvarez9 | f | social media

dominik szoboszlai

hand holding during sex with dominik szoboszlai by @formulalfc | s, f | established relationship

calling him to pick you up with dominik szoboszlai by @yungbludz | f | situationship

new mate with dominik szoboszlai by @photmath | a, f | friends to lovers(?)

heungmin son

i'm not sick with heungmin son by @itsabitcloudy | f | established relationship

sleepy sonny with heungmin son by @itsabitcloudy | f | established relationship

jude bellingham

just a fan by @kobbiesmainoo | a | established relationship

joão félix

his best friend ft. kai havertz by @yungbludz | s | threesome

smitten by @julianalvarez9 | f | established relationship

i mean it by @yungbludz | s | casual sex

kai havertz

national day by @julianalvarez9 | f | social media, established relationship

adoption by @gagaslonina | f | established relationship

the way i loved you by @gagaslonina | f | established relationship

amnesia by @gagaslonina | a | established relationship

pablo gavi

valentine's day through the years by @spidybaby | f | established relationship

you're losing me by @leilakisakabiri | a, f | established relationship

surprise by @leilakisakabiri | f | established relationship

opposites attract by @808heartz | f | social media

spanish boy by @leilakisakabiri | f | established relationship

liar, liar by @leilakisakabiri | a, f | established relationship

comfort zone by @pedriscroquettes | a, f | academic rivals

antoine griezmann

i feel it coming by @yungbludz | s, a | established relationship

persuade daddy by @footballxixstars | f | dad!griezmann

rúben dias

3 am by @yungbludz | a | exes to lovers(?)

9 am by @yungbludz | s, a | exes to lovers(?)

appreciation post by @julianalvarez9 | f | social media

with you by @coolemmasulivan | a, f | brother's best friend | part 2

teasing for two by @rubenfinity | f | brother's best friend

platonic lies by @mountsmason | a, f | pining, friends to lovers

guardiola!reader by @oh-saints | s | enemies to lovers

a boy on a mission by @natwrites08 | f | dad!rúben

julián álvarez

yellow by @julianalvarez9 | f | strangers to (?)

nhl recs list | list of players we write with | masterlist (soon!)

[captainpulisic]

is it cool that I said all that? - c. pulisic

this is me manifesting reputation tv + this is an old draft I just finished up so it takes place abt a year ago when they were all still at chelsea

wc: 1.7 k , gif credits to to owner

it was routine at this point. and very frustrating for everyone that had to bear witness to the shameless flirting you and christian participated in every time your paths crossed. 

it had started with occasionally bumping into each other at parties- you ran in the same circles, it was bound to happen. you’d spend the whole night tucked away in a corner, whispering and lightly brushing against each other. any girls vying for his attention that night were fighting a losing battle, christian too enraptured with refilling your drink and getting to know every detail about you. countless times girls had come up to the two of you, keen on winning his attention and luring him away, only to roll their eyes and stomp away when he paid them no mind. he never even noticed, too caught up in whatever you were saying, his pinky brushing against your hand. 

all his teammates would laugh at how he’d always been reluctant to come to these parties, yet having found you, was now the first to show up. he now spent the weekdays waiting for the weekend, counting the minutes until he’d see your warm eyes and bright smile. but it never amounted to anything more, both of you too shy to make a move. when the night would wind down and the party would clear up, you’d smile and bid farewell until the next party. 

when this became too tedious and christian too desperate to see you again, he decided to man up and be the one to dm you. enough was enough and he wasn’t going to get by on biweekly encounters and social media stalking you on the daily. from there, a streak of flirty messages and late night talking began. yet, again, nothing more came from it.

“just man up and ask her out,” ben bugged at him- having caught christian smiling down at his phone too many times.

one night, after a day of nonstop texting (yes, he had upgraded from dms to getting your number), you had let it slip that you’d never been to a match since relocating to london. you’d been eager to go but had never had a good enough push to actually do it. instantly he had invited you to the next match at the bridge, swearing it'd be a worthwhile experience.

it’s a date, christian replied and you both went to sleep that night with stupid grins. 

fast forward a week later, the day of the match, and you’d spent the morning jumpy with nerves. was it really a date or had he just called it one in the midst of the moment? what if it was like a friend date? cue the nerves amping up. 

your knees felt a little woozy when you recalled the phone call just last night (yes, phone calls between the two of you were a thing now, too). you’d stay up well into morning hours, talking on the phone, him recounting training days and you complaining about uni work. before hanging up, he softly said through the receiver, “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.” 

and christian had stuck true to his word, the match and experience as surreal as you had hoped. the rut chelsea had been in recently was irrelevant, them managing to actually win the match- the first win in weeks. you were quite embarrassed at how you spent the entire time fawning over christian. seeing him play, all in his element, left you with heated cheeks and a thumping heart.  

after the game, you follow the instructions he had left for you to find your way down to him. after twists and turns in tunnels and important looking halls, you’d found the outside of the locker room. politely smiling at some girls you’d recognized from the parties, you hung in the back, nerves of seeing christian began bubbling inside of you. as players filed out, one by one, each greeted their waiting girlfriends and invitees. every guy out was one step closer to finally seeing him. 

after what seemed like an eternity, there he was. catching eyes at the same time, his handsome face broke into a smile, managing to tug at every one of your heartstrings. in few strides, he’s standing in front of you, his hand stretched out for you. pulling you to the far side of the room, to a hidden nook, you’re away from the eyes and ear of everyone else there. 

“hi,” looking down at you. “thank you for coming.” 

mirroring his lovesick smile, “of course. I wouldn’t have missed it for anything.” 

neither you nor christian remark on the fact that he hadn’t let go of your hand yet. and his brown eyes are staring intently into yours as he gives your hand a squeeze, “what did you think? was it everything you expected?”

“yeah, it was amazing.” you breathe out, trying hard to fight the smile on your face. you’re sure it looks quite silly, both of you with reddened cheeks and shy laughter. making yourself admit to him, “you were amazing.”

this causes christian to beam, his smile getting even wider (as if it were any more possible). he’s unsure of what to say, of what to do. 

he wants to play the modest role and say that he was just doing his job, it was a team effort. he also wants to tell you that he had been trying to show off, well aware that you were somewhere in the stands watching him. he wants to tell you that he hardly slept last night, too nervous over the idea of seeing you today. he also wanted to tell you that you’re always in his head, consuming all his thoughts. or, maybe, he just wants to kiss you. yes, he could tell you all that stuff some other day. right now, all he wants to do is kiss your pretty face and never stop. 

he takes this time to really look you over. from the minute he stepped out of the locker room and spotted you, he hadn’t lost you from his sight. travelling from your eyes to the slope of your nose and down to your lips, he couldn’t get enough of you. 

and from there, is where his attention was brought to the blue fabric around your neck. gaze going down, for the first time, he notices that you’re wearing a chelsea jersey. christian chastises himself, too caught up in her pretty face that you hadn’t seen what she was wearing, idiot? 

his unoccupied hand reaches to touch the part of the shirt closest to your neck. that color blue looked so lovely on you. it’s more of a whisper to himself, “I didn’t know you had a jersey.”

“well I didn’t,” it’s now your turn to beam. too caught up basking in his presence, you'd forgotten all about your little prematch endeavour. you were half nervous he wouldn’t care but half excited that maybe he’d love it. “but I got here early and decided to look around the store. I found something I really liked and had to buy, yanno?” 

ignoring his furrowed brow and confused stare, you let go of his hand to turn around. your back facing him, christian is met with a neatly stitched ‘10’ and ‘pulisic’. 

“you bought my jersey?” he’s dumbfounded, all he can do is stare at his name and number sprawled on your back. finding your hand again, he turns you face to face, again. christian was unsure of what to say, too many emotions going through his head and heart. “I coulda gotten you one for free, you didn’t have to spend your money on it.” 

shaking your head, “nuh-uh, do you know how cool I felt going up to the register with your jersey? the lady working even asked if you were my favorite player.” 

“yeah?” christian felt the two of you getting closer with every word said. as if there was some sort of magnetic force pushing you together, there were only mere inches separating you guys. one hand still holding yours, he let the other settle on your waist. it felt electric, it felt right. his mind flashed with the image of his name on your back, something possessive being awoken in him. “and what did you tell her?”

you pause for a moment, putting on your best poker face. in your most serious voice, “told her no. that mason mounts jersey was sold out so I had to settle for yours.”

instantly his smile drops and there’s a pinch to your hip where some skin was exposed. when did his hand get there? a pout on his lips, “you’re terrible. that was-” 

“a joke,” now you leave a pinch on his cheek. a slight scoff and a glance towards mason on the other side of the room, “mason couldn’t pay me all the money in the world to wear his jersey.” 

“good.” still pouting, he gets even closer with every word. being this close to him, you’re able to count every freckle on his cheeks and the stars in his eyes. both hands on your hips now, “because I don’t wanna share.” 

“well lucky for you, pulisic,” another inch closer, “I don’t want to be shared.” 

lips practically touching, your hands reach to cup his face. from there, you pull him down as you go up on your tiptoes. everything else seemed to fade out as your lips moved together. no rush or urgency, just softness and words unspoken. who needed words? words and confessions could be said later. 

too lost in each other, the two of you were unaware of mason and bens nosey stares. shaking his head at the scene in front of them, ben holds his hand out. “alright, he finally made his move and they’re snogging. pay up.”

“no way!” mason scoffs, “the bet was that he had to make the first move. she practically jumped his bones.”

“bloody specifics,” ben mutters as he opens his wallet and hands mason the 200 (unjustly, in his opinion) owed pounds. 

what? if they had to suffer and watch two idiots fail to flirt, they were going to make some money out of it.

just wanted to post something before the semester started and i got swamped w schoolwork :) like always, feedback is really appreciated, thank you!

[riahollywood]

nsfw alphabet | christian pulisic

notes: lots of smut as the title suggests!! this was fun. 🤭

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A= aftercare, post sex christian is an absolute sweetheart. he loves to praise you, telling you how proud he is of you, particularly if he went rougher than usual or if you tried something new. lots of ‘my good girl, you did so well for me’ and ‘so proud of you, sweetheart’. be prepared for lots of cuddles and kisses to your forehead as you lay on his chest and he runs his fingers through your hair. he always wants to clean you up, either by showering together and washing you clean with his hands, running you a bubble bath or, those times when you’re too tired to move, leaving you to lay there as he cleans you up with a damp cloth before tucking you under the covers so you don’t have to move at all

B = body part, his hands are his favourite body part on himself, knowing they’re so much bigger than yours and how you go insane when his long fingers get to work on you. he loves feeling you clentch so tightly around them to the point where he’s so hard he has to replace them with his cock.

his favourite body part on you is your bum. christian is a big ass guy, constantly slipping a hand in your pocket when you’re wearing jeans. when you go out for the evening in a tight dress he can’t keep his eyes off of it, constantly having a hand on your bum when you’re walking together

C = cum, the first time you tell him you want to ditch the condoms, that you want to feel all of him, he would go absolutely feral. christian would love the idea of filling you up (breeding kink but we’ll come into that later), he loves slowly pulling out of you and watching as some of his cum trickles out, using his fingers to fuck it back into you. if it’s not inside you, he loves coming anywhere you’ll let him on your body, his way of marking you as his

D = dirty secret, when christian is away on international duty, you love sending dirty pictures to each other. the first time he had to leave you for two weeks you found yourself missing his touch and so decided to test the waters and send him a picture of you in his favourite red, lacey lingerie set. it ended with christian straight on the phone to you, talking you through step by step what he would do if he was there with you, guiding you through as you touched yourself, imaging it was his fingers. from there the pair of you send each other naughty pictures all the time. due to the time difference, you’d find yourself blushing at work as you tried to concentrate after receiving a picture from christian with a message saying how much he wishes the fist wrapped around his cock was your pretty hand instead

E = experience, christian is very experienced and so definitely knows how to have you squirming. saying that, he enjoys trying new things with you, focusing on your body’s reaction as you discover new kinks and pleasures together

F = favourite position, doggy. christian loves the dominance this position gives him, having full control and just making you take it as he slams into you. when it gets too much and you’re buried face down in the sheets, he likes to lean in and whisper dirty things in your ear that only makes you clentch even tighter around him as he repeatedly hits your sweet spot, chuckling to himself when you just whimper in response because you’re just so lost in pleasure to form any coherent words. also loves to give your ass a smack when he’s in a particularly rough mood 🤭

missionary is another favourite of his as again it allows him to be in charge and control the pace. he loves the intimacy of the position on those days where he’s feeling a little softer. likes to hook one of your legs up his back, allowing him to watch as his cock slips in and out of you, loving the soft moans that leave your mouth with every one of his thrusts. he also loves to look into your eyes as he moves between your legs, telling you how much he adores you 🥺 “keep your eyes on me, sweetheart” and “need to see my baby’s pretty eyes when she comes all over my cock”

G = goofy, this depends on the mood. most of the time he’s serious as he wants to dominate you and have you fully under his control, but sometimes, say you’ve both been out for drinks and are a lilll tipsy, he’s struggling to undo the button on his jeans or the clasp on your bra and you’re both giggling in between kisses as you fumble about, enjoying the realness of the situation

H = hair, he keeps it pretty neat and tidy but never bare as he knows how much you love kissing down the little bit of hair down to his cock. also stops shaving his chest hair once you tell him how much you love it 🤭

I = intimacy, he can be rough but he can also be very romantic, it all depends on the situation. those times where he’s about to go away or he’s just got home, he takes his time loving you, kissing every inch of your body, telling you how beautiful he thinks you are, fully focused on your pleasure and making you feel so good

J = jack off, uhhh this is just so hot. he’s away on international duty and due to the time difference he knows it’s like 5am back at home and he doesn’t have the heart to wake you up. instead he’s scrolling through his camera roll to find the pictures he has tucked away, jacking off to the snaps you had sent him of you in your pretty lingerie. definitely records little videos of him getting himself off to send to you later because he knows how much you love hearing him whimpering and moaning your name as he gets himself off 🤭

K = kink,

- praise kink. he’s constantly praising you, telling you what a good girl you are as you take his cock to the back of your throat and your eyes start to water. also likes to tell you what a good job you’re doing when he bottoms out inside you, especially when it’s the first time or when you’ve not done it in a lil while and you’re not used to the size of him

- breeding kink. he loves the idea of filling you up with his cum. the idea of you full with his seed sends him feral, telling you how much he loves you and how he wants to get you pregnant

- a sprinkle of degrading. when fucking you over the kitchen island one night the words left this mouth before he could give them a second thought and before he knew it he was calling you his slut. immediately going to apologise, he was taken by surprise when instead you clentched even tighter around his cock and a moan left your mouth at his dirty words. since then. when you’re chocking on his cock or struggling to string a sentence together whilst he’s buried inside you, he loves calling you his slut, his whore, telling you you were made for him and how he’s absolutely ruined you for anyone else

- overall he just really likes to be dominant and a lil dirty but nothing too extreme. he likes to wrap his hand around your neck, enjoying seeing your head thrown back in pleasure. one time he let some spit fall onto your pussy and you practically squirmed in pleasure, it turning you on so much. since then he loves it when you stick your tongue out for him to drop his saliva onto it, always calling you his good girl and stroking your hair in praise when you swallow for him 😵‍💫

L = location, anywhere at home. being in the public eye, christian isn’t into anything too risky. he prefers to keep your relations private and if he needs to he will just drag you home to have at it with you. maybe you’ve worn something particularly short and it’s driving him crazy seeing men starring at you as you dance away. he drags you home and is quick to bend you over the bathroom sink or the kitchen island, showing you who you belong to

M = motivation, christian loves when you’re vocal, if you’re just making out and little moans leave your mouth he feels his cock getting harder by the second and he’s soon ready to rip your clothes off and have you moaning his name

N = no, he would never want to share you with anyone else. he got angry just seeing men trying to flirt with you, even though you were always quick to turn them down and tell them you had a boyfriend

O = oral, christian lovesss going down on his girl and i will die on this hill. all he wants is you to feel good and knowing he’s the one doing that, his face between your legs as you tug at his curls and softly moan his name, yeah he loves that shit 🤭 he’s definitely found himself coming in his pants whilst eating you out, just tasting you and having you pull his hair is enough for him 😵‍💫 seeing him desperately grinding at the mattress as his tongue works you would be enough to push you over the edge too

P = pace, again it depends on the mood. if he’s had a shit day at training or he’s not happy with his performance after a big game he’ll definitely take it out on you, fucking you so rough and hard, his fingers are grabbing at your skin so hard you know you’re going to have bruises tomorrow but you don’t care, his hips slamming into yours till you’re crying his name

Q = quickie, he’s not a fan. he likes to take his time with you to make sure he has you feeling good, always wanting you to make you come at least twice before he does

R = risk, you guys aren’t into risking getting caught. christian would much rather his friends think you’re an innocent angel, so much so that when he turns up to training one morning with scratches and nail marks all down his back, his teammates are teasing him straight away about how his girl isn’t as shy and innocent as she comes across

S = stamina, he’s a professional athlete sooo he can go all night. 🤭 you’re definitely the one who gets tired first. you’ve already gone 2 rounds and you’re riding him and your thighs start aching, he gently rubs at them, soothing you and telling you words of encouragement, “come on, baby, gonna make me come again, princess?” and you whine because you want to carry on but your legs just hurt so much so christian ends up flipping you over and fucking you so hard and deep till you’re coming undone around him yet again

T = toys, yes yes yes. christian surprised you with a toy for when he was away. you weren’t too sure at first, telling him there was no point as it wouldn’t feel as good as him but in the end you gave in. the first time he wants to show you how to use it so he has you sat with your back against his chest, in between his open legs infront of your mirror as he uses the toy on you. he starts by teasing your clit with it before sliding it in, gradually increasing its pace till he’s moving it in and out of you at a similar pace he would do with his cock, angling it to show you how to hit your sweet spot each time when he’s away and can’t do it for you. would lead to lots of sexy facetime calls of him getting off to you using it on yourself, both of you imagining it was his cock

U = unfair, he’s suchhh a tease. loves to stop at the crutial moment when you’re about to cum. teasing you, changing up the position or asking you to beg for it if you wanna cum

V = volume, hes super vocal, whether it’s little whimpers leaving his mouth when you’ve got him deep in your mouth or he’s groaning in your ear as your walls squeeze around him, spurring him on to spill inside of you, whimpering in your ear how he’s going to come inside of you :(

W = wild card, he loves seeing you in his jersey. whether it’s at his game or just lounging around the house, you know you’re always going to end up face buried in the pillow as he fucks you hard and fast from behind, your name on his back always making him so hard

X = x-ray, definitely a grower, he’s big 🤭 the first time you guys had sex he was super soft and gentle, well aware of his size. when you do it after a while of being apart he definitely has to give you time to get used to him and accommodate his size, starting off slow and gentle with you

Y = yearning, his sex drive is high. he’s young and football takes him away from you often so whenever you guys are reunited you’re always absolutely desperate for each other

Z = Zzz, after his aftercare routine you like to nuzzle into his bare chest, feeling content as he strokes his hands through your hair and tells you how good you’ve been for him. he tries his best to always make sure you fall asleep before him but sometimes he just feels so happy and content with you wrapped up in his arms that he can’t stop his eyes from closing 🥰

[notsoattractivearenti]

Two and A Half Men (Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader x Weston McKennie)

WC: 1.1K

Warnings: none

A/N: ok i'm not sure how to put it properly in the title without looking like a threesome group LMAO but in this fic Christian is reader's partner and Weston is both reader and Chris' best friend. and i'm aware Christian is holding a ball in the cover pic but imagine it’s a baby instead! this one is probably meh but i've been thinking about this idea all day and just had to write it down. 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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“Knock knock… Can I come in?”

You see Weston’s head peeking through the slightly-opened door, respectfully waiting for you and Christian to let him in.

You wave your hand from the hospital bed to invite him to come inside. Wes carefully opens then closes the door, and quietly walks toward you. You see him bringing two bags of something in one of his hands but you can’t figure out whatever those may be.

“Hey, Y/N!” He gives you a big hug. “How are you feeling, my friend?”

“Hi Wes! Very exhausted, of course, but all good. Thanks for checking in.” You respond weakly.

“Oh I figured!” He laughs. “Christian told me you were in labor for almost 24 hours??? That’s wild! I don’t think I could be as strong as you were!”

You chuckle with a faint smile written on your face. You weren’t lying when you said you are very exhausted – it was a very long and painful process you had to go through to bring your child into the world. But no matter how insanely tiring the labor was, you loved every second of it and would do it all over again.

“Yeah… Wild indeed. Totally worth it, though.”

“By the way,” Weston hands you one of the bags he brought earlier, “I got you sushi. I know you love them and you couldn’t have even one during your pregnancy, so I believe you deserve some.”

“No way! Thank you Wes!” You excitedly unpack the bag and open one of the three boxes of sushi Weston gave you. You haven’t eaten one in nine months, and right now it’s like those delicious sushi are begging you to eat them right away – and obviously you can’t resist it.

“Ugh, sushi is overrated.” Christian scoffs.

—

Christian just came back from changing your baby’s diaper in the other room. He is holding your little bundle of joy in his arms – since he was just born, Christian has already become so protective of him he didn’t want the baby to ever leave his arms.

“Hush, C, no one needs to hear your trashy opinion.” You playfully clap back at his statement.

Your banter cracks Weston up. He cackles and you both do a high five.

“Ha-ha! Burn bro!”

Christian squints and shakes his head. He is more than happy to know that his best pal and his life partner are best friends, but sometimes when you two “gang up” on him – which happens really often, because you both love to make fun of Christian together – he would feel so outnumbered and get quite annoyed by it.

“Hmm, I’m not loving this dynamic, you know.” Christian says sarcastically.

“Oh boohoo, don’t be so bitter, white man.” Weston mocks him in response.

“Anyway, what’s up, new dad!?” Weston greets Christian then does the usual handshake with him – but since Christian is currently holding your baby, they do the one-hand version of the handshake.

“Happier than ever bro! I’m living the dream!” Christian gushes. 

“Aww, congratulations my brother!” Weston excitedly pats Christian’s back.

Christian gently supports the baby's head and back with his hands then slightly lifts the baby closer to his face.

“Here, we want you to meet our son, Finley Mark Pulisic. You can call him Finn for short.” Christian officially introducing your little man to his best buddy.

Weston is immediately in awe of Finn. His eyes were instantly locked on the face of the cutest little human he has ever seen.

“Wow, dude, he is so precious…” Weston murmurs. “You’re so lucky. man”

“Yeah, I know.” Christian replies.

His eyes are also very much set on Finn, admiring how adorable his little one truly is. For him, “lucky” is an understatement. He feels like he has hit the jackpot with the family life he’s now living, and would not want to change even the littlest thing.

Weston feels the urge to caress Finn’s little chubby cheeks with his finger, but he doesn't want to cross any boundaries so he asks for Christian’s permission before doing anything.

“May I feel his cheeks?”

“Yeah, of course.” Christian allows him to do so.

Weston gently caresses Finn’s cheeks and his heart suddenly feels like it is exploding.

“Oh my God, why is he this soft!? These fluffy cheeks are to die for! He is so cute!” Weston just blurts his thoughts out.

You – who is currently busy eating sushi that Weston brought for you on the bed – laugh when you hear what Weston said. It is clear to you that he has become Finn’s number one fan.

“What can I say, I did make one hell of a cute baby.” You chime in.

“We. We made a cute baby.” Christian jokingly corrects you.

You roll your eyes, blow a raspberry at him, then continue eating.

“Yeah, no, Finn’s cuteness is definitely all Y/N. Like, one hundred percent Y/N.”

Of course Weston is taking your side, he just wants to get into Christian’s nerve.

“Yea, yea, yea, whatever.” Christian mutters.

—

Christian’s arms get tired from carrying the baby for quite some time, so he puts Finn down on his crib next to your bed. At the same time, Weston feels like he is forgetting something, so he looks around and realizes he brought another takeout food for Christian. He quickly grabs the bag to hand it to Christian.

“Oh, Chris, I brought you some burritos,” Weston hands the other bag to Christian, “they are not from Chipotle, but you gotta eat, bro.”

Christian chortles.

“You don’t need to do that, but thanks a lot bro.”

“Anything for my favorite new parents.” Weston winks and funnily does the finger guns at us.

“You know what Chris? I just thought about this: now that you have a son, we’re like two and a half men. Like, you and I are the two and Finn is the half. How awesome is that?” Weston randomly tells Christian about this thought that crosses his mind.

You were listening to Weston’s random thoughts and already feeling left out – obviously you are not being serious – you voice your protest to him.

“Hey! What about me? Where am I fitting in on this scenario?”

“You will be the one who gave birth to the half man!” Weston laughs.

You’re confused as you don’t find that funny, but you think you should just play along.

“Eh,” you shrug, “whatever.”

“You two can raise Finn together then.” You acted upset.

“Y/N, please, don’t be mad…” Weston pretends to beg for your mercy.

“You and I both know anyone is better at parenting than Christian, right?”

“Come on guys,” Christian groans, “stop bullying me!”

—

taglist: @pulisicsgirl @neverinadream @swimmingismywholelife @chilwellspulisic @bracedes @lovelynikol16 @thoseboysinblue @lizzypotter14 @masonsrem @landoslover

[hischierswhore]

hey! i was wondering if you could do an instagram au with christian and mason based on “high infidelity” by taylor swift 😊

high infidelity social media au (m. mount & c. pulisic)

based on the song by Taylor Swift

as a puli girl… this hurt to make. anyways enjoy

may 19th, 2023

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june 17th, 2023

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yourusername do you really wanna know where i was april 29th?

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puligirl10 APRIL 29TH? HUH?

natisdelulu HOLD ON THATS NOT CHRISTIAN’S ARM-

y/nlover WAIT YOU’RE RIGHT?!?!?!??!

chelseafan19 i’m here for the drama that’s about to come

natisdelulu fabriziorom give us the inside scoop on this bc i need to know

fabriziorom i don’t usually give updates on players’ personal lives but… i will confirm that arm does not belong to Pulisic

june 19th, 2023

june 29th, 2023

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yourusername happy two months masonmount. thank you for bringing me back to life ❤️

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christianislife hold on the math isn’t mathing 🧍🏻‍♀️

y/nlover WITH MASON?!?! WHAT THE FUCK

masonsgf ooh girl you’re BOLD to post this and leave the comments enabled

chelseafc congrats (????)

masonmount ❤️

masonfan82 omg the red heart. this is him confirming he’s going to Man United

chelseafan13 this is not like a taylor swift easter egg. it’s just a red heart💀

puligirl10 you cheating on Christian with one of his best friends was NOT on my 2023 bingo card

natisdelulu major side eye bff

[football-and-fanfics]

GIF masterlist

Basically just what the title says: a masterlist of the GIF's / GIF sets I've made 😇. Clubs / players are listed in alphabetical order (players by first name).

A: Aaron Ramsdale Alisson Becker Andy Robertson Antoine Griezmann Arsenal FC

B: FC Barcelona Bart Verbruggen Ben Chilwell Bernd Leno

C: Caoimhin Kelleher César Azpilicueta Chelsea FC Christian Pulisic Cody Gakpo Conor Gallagher Curtis Jones

D: Darwin Nunez Declan Rice Dele Diogo Jota Dominik Szoboszlai

E: Ederson Moraes England NT Eric Dier Erling Haaland Euro 2024

F: Fabio Carvalho Frenkie de Jong

H: Harvey Elliott

J: Jack Grealish James Milner Joao Felix John Stones Jordan Henderson Jordan Pickford Jude Bellingham

K: Kai Havertz Kasper Schmeichel Kepa Arrizabalaga Kevin de Bruyne Kostas Tsimikas Kyle Walker

L: Liverpool FC

M: Manchester City Manuel Neuer Marc-Andre ter Stegen Marcel Sabitzer Martin Odegaard Mason Mount Mo Salah

N: Nathan Aké Netherlands NT

P: Phil Foden

R: Reece James Remko Pasveer Robert Lewandowski

S: Heung-min Son

T: Thiago Alcantara Timo Werner Tottenham Hotspur Trent Alexander-Arnold

V: Virgil van Dijk

W: Wout Weghorst

[lizzypotter14]

This is my first fan fic.  Thanks @chelseagirl98 for all the support. It meant the world.

WINTER CONFESSIONS (C. PULISIC)

Warning: fluff 

C.Pulisic/fem reader

Standing by the window, Christian looks at the street covered in a 1” or 2” of snow. Bringing a cup of coffee to his lips, a genuine smile grazing his features; he looks at peace with himself and the world.  A pair of arms snakes themselves around his waist, and his smile grows wider.

“I cannot believe you risked driving in these conditions. Your car doesn’t have the appropriate tires for it”, says Christian, not really annoyed by the fact but more concerned from it

.Y/N slowly turns around to face Christian, placing a quick kiss on his cheek and rolling her eyes simultaneously.  “Last night was perfectly drivable.  Between my work and you back on the team for training, we barely spent time with each other”, she responded and grabbed the cup of coffee from Chris hands taking a sip and making a face at it.  “I really don’t know how you can drink that”, y/n said making her way to the kettle.

Christian laughs and takes a sit at the kitchen island watching y/n move around, comfortably, in his kitchen.  Your relationship is fairly new and you both are still exploring your likes and dislikes. If someone will have told Christian that he will meet his girlfriend out of a contest by TRIVAGO to attend a Chelsea home game and then meet some players, he will have laugh back at your face. But here we are, 8 months later into this adventure, and getting stronger every day.

Christian keeps his watch on you.  You are his perfect match or so he believes.  You are both homebodies, enjoy the same things, and best of all, y/n gets along with his teammates, his childhood friends, and his family.  The relationship has progressed and moved in a good place, and he loves the pace that you both have set.  Just recently, the dynamic has changed, with both spending nights at each other flats.

“Christian…Christian…Chris?” y/n kept calling him; a concern expression on her face.  Startled, Chris realized that he has zoned out for a little bit and y/n has been trying to get his attention for some time.

“Oh sorry.  Just space out”, Christian responds.

Y/n comes closer and asked, “Is everything okay? Are you heading for training soon? she asks holding Christian’s cheeks with both hands.

Christian is still staring at y/n eyes and suddenly blurts…are you happy with us?”  Startled, y/n doesn’t know how to respond.  She opens and closes her mouth several times, but no words come forward.  Realizing his mistake as tears start pooling in y/n eyes, he drops from the kitchen island and embrace y/n tightly.  “Sorry babe, that came all wrong”

.“Are you done with us, Chris?”, y/n asked quietly from his chest.

“No, baby.  I’m sorry if it came like that. I love you so much and want to keep moving forward.  I still have much to learn about relationships”, Christian says holding y/n even tighter.

“Then, why did you ask if I was happy?”, y/n asked moving away from the embrace to look directly into Christian’s eyes.

With a long sigh, Christian rubs both hands in his face and looks at y/n… “I’m so in love with you and it scares me deeply.  Before you came to find me, I was looking outside and daydreamed about taking you home to Hershey in a day like this one, playing in the cold snow, making snow families, cuddling by the fire at my parent’s house, and enjoying our time together. I understand that we are still new to this, and that my profession is not the easiest to deal with, but I want a future with you. I can picture it clearly; as clearly as you are right in front of me”, he said placing a kiss in y/n closed eyes and nose

.Happy tears rolled down y/n face.  “You are a great boyfriend, Christian Mate Pulisic.  Please don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Just like you, I’m scare of my strong feelings for you, but I’m pretty sure that together, we can overcome any obstacles heading our way.  All that we can do is take one step at a time, love”, y/n said planting a firm kiss on Chris’ lips.  “By the way, I will love to spend some time with you and your family in Pennsylvania. Your mom’s family pictures from winters' pasts are just adorable”.“Now, at what time is your training session?  You need to get ready and take your time driving there”, y/n said with a mischievous glint in her eyes.“Very funny, love.  I just need to grab my bag and the car keys and head out.  Will you…are you…”, Christian stammers unable to finish his sentence.But y/n knew exactly what he was asking for.  “I will be here when you comeback, Chris.  We can spend the rest of the day watching a show in Netflix”.  And with that, Chris grabs his bag, keys, and gives y/n a kiss and a wave goodbye. 

[leonaluv]

Hey would u please read about football player Christian pulisic. He has joined new club will this move bring more success to him

Hi , yes he will have more success , coming his way , Christian , will deal with some hate , or know having to pay back small fine , I don't much about football but a charge from that.

Still He going , overcome that issue with an authority figure of him . Become a brand ambassador , get commercial , etc.

Cards: king swords reverse , queen cups , q h , k h , 9 d , 9 h , 7 h, 5 c,

[julianalvarez9]

christian back in training now show me the pics of him meeting enzo thanks

[prayforleonardo]

The Best FIFA Men’s Player Award 2023 goes to Lionel Messi! 🇦🇷🐐

⚽️ 45 Goals 👕 66 Apps 🏆 Ligue 1 2022/2023, Trophée des Champions and Leagues Cup 2023

📸 - @FIFAWorldCup

National team captains who voted for Lionel Messi to win FIFA The Best Men's Player 🏆

Kylian Mbappe

Mo Salah

Luka Modric

Harry Kane

Virgil van Dijk

Oblak

Lewandowski

Donnarumma

Son Heung-min

C. Pulisic

F. Valverde

Lukaku

A. Robertson

Falcao

Xhaka

TheBest

[captainpulisic]

the rust that grew between telephones - c. pulisic

authors note: saw a video on twitter where christians parents called him a 'shy, soft spoken kind of guy' and I got really soft over him gif credit to owner word count: 2.6 k

you’re dead asleep when the phone screen begins to light up the room. you blindly reach for the it on your nightstand, refusing to fully exit your slumbered state. surely you had set your alarm clock to the wrong time last night, because there was no fucking way it was already time to start the day. you’d bet your life that you had just fallen asleep, at max, an hour ago. 

it’s okay, you try to convince yourself. it’s probably only midnight and I have many, many hours of sleep left. 

yet, as you peek one eye open, it is not your blaring alarm illuminating your screen and room. you’re met with christians contact photo. suddenly, you feel wide awake. the sleepiness and appeal to go back to bed is long forgotten, now only eager to hear his voice. 

answering the call, his raspiness indicated he’d also just woken up. you hear his low voice, “hey baby.”

oh.

oh how you missed his voice, especially as the first thing to hear in the morning. if you closed your eyes, you could perfectly envision waking up by his side. tired eyes and soft giggles, as he pulls you close to him. you feel slightly pathetic over how your heart begins to hurt. it had only been a few weeks since you’d last seen him, yet the yearning was unbearable. you missed him. you always do when you’re apart, but recently it has been worse. your skin itched for his, lonely nights spent counting down the minutes until the season would be over and he’d be coming back home. 

“hey you,” trying to sound as awake as you can, stifiling a yawn that wants to escape you. he must not realize how late it is on your end. sitting up, you pinch yourself a few times to become more alert. you manage out a somewhat energetic, “everything okay?”

“yeah, everythings okay over here.” his voice is softer than usual, sadder if anything. he pauses for a moment, you can feel his hesitation before speaking. soon enough he whispers his confession, uncertain and slightly embarrassed. you might have missed it if you weren’t hanging on to every word he was saying. “I just really miss you.” 

your heart aches even more, if possible. “i miss you, too.”

“like, really bad y/n,” he’s always struggled with properly articulating his feelings. he prefers to affirm his love for you with simple, small acts and sweet, shy touches. telling you his true feelings always resulted in him turning a blushing and stuttering mess. therefore, you know how much this must really be affecting him, for him to outwardly say this. your heart breaks as he goes on, “do you know how much it sucks to wake up and not have you right next to me? it’s horrible.”

you do know, you always feel like that in his absence. 

“i know, my love.” you sit up, trying to wipe away the weariness from your eyes. “but we’ll be together soon, yeah?”

“soon.” he confirms, it’s the only promise that's managed to keep him sane. 

hoping to keep him on the line and distracted from the ungodly hour he woke you up, you ask him about what he has planned for the day. its meaningless talk, really. he goes on about the scheduled training and new tricks they’ve been working on, occasionally complaining about the team's current slump. once in a while you hum, letting him know you're attentive to every word he’s saying. yet you’re more focused on how soothing his voice was, it was all warmth and safeness to you.

still clueless of the time, he asks what your plans are. you begin to mumble about the exams and work you have planned for tomorrow- well, for today. you too, in return, complain of how exhausted uni life has been treating you and the endless pile of assignments you can never seem to finish. 

your error is droning on about how tiring it all is, because it just makes you revert back to your drowsy state. you don’t even realize when your words begin to die off and a rather large yawn breaks loose.

“y/n? are you falling asleep?” christian frowns. he had been too wrapped up in the horrible mood he had woken up in, he hadn’t thought of the wretched time difference. “wait, what time is it?” 

“uhm,” your hesitation lasts too long for his liking. instantly, it all clicks for him.

“fuck”, he groans. “it’s the middle of the night, isn’t it?”

“no.”

deny deny deny. 

if he realized it was so fucking late, he’d send you back to sleep. that was the worst fate he could condemn you to, you were sure of it. with him training all day and the drastic time difference, moments to properly talk were rare. you weren't going to give up this precious, stolen time with him. your scarce phone calls consisted of quick recounts of what you'd both done that day and gentle whispers of how much you’d missed each other. too soon, one of you would have to hang up to either get started on your day while the other had to unwind from their day already spent. 

you didn’t care how childish you sounded, you weren’t going to let him make you go to sleep. he couldn't make you! 

“y/n.” he was much more serious, more stern. when he got like this, you liked to tease him, calling it his ‘captain voice’. that’d usually leave him with reddened cheeks and arguments long forgotten.

it comes out more of a question, then an assurance. “I was already awake?”  

“y/n.” he repeats. yeah, it was a long shot that he’d believe that. 

you mock him, “christian.” 

you hear him begin to huff out his disapproval of your childish antics. much to your dismay, another damned yawn escapes you. no point in trying to win now, you rest your head back on the pillow and accept your defeat. you sigh, “okay, I was asleep.”

he makes a noise that sounds like a mixture of a disappointed groan and a victorious ‘hmph’. 

oh my sweet boy, how I miss you. 

“i’m so sorry,” he’s sputtering out apologies faster than you can try to assure him it’s all okay. “I was dreaming of you and then I woke up and you weren’t here. I felt horrible. I needed to hear your voice before I went insane. I called without thinking, i’m so sorry I woke you. go back to sleep, please.”

your reply is automatic, “no.”

“yes.” he tries (and fails) to reason with you, “you just told me how busy you’re going to be in the morning!”

“you can’t make me!” you argue.

“y/n.”

“so i’ve been called.”

“go back to sleep,” he tries again. you’re tempted to do it just because it’s him asking you. you would do anything he’d ask of you, it's quite humiliating how you’re putty in his hands. no, you have to stand your ground. you had missed him too much and you weren’t ready to say your goodbyes. back to his shy state, “i’m now very embarrassed that I called.”

that irks something in you. you’re stupidly obsessed with him, you’d go days without sleeping if it meant you could always talk to him. the fact that he doesn’t get that offends you quite a bit. if he’s embarrassed over how much he misses you, then you should be utterly humiliated. 

“christian,” your voice comes out harder than you’d planned. “listen to me.”

instantaneously, his protest had stopped and the line had gone silent. you pull the phone away from your face, unsure if he’d hung up to make you go back to your unwanted slumber. no, the call was still connected. putting the phone back to your ear, you barely caught his faint, “yeah?”

“i’m glad you called.” suddenly, you feel as shy as you imagined he did. you also struggle to express your feelings but you’re desperate to keep him on the call, not wanting to part ways yet. “i’ve missed you terribly.”

another pause, “really?”

“I can’t believe you’d even question it,” you utter in disbelief. “of course idiot, ‘m always missing you.”

“i’m not questioning it!” all the clatter on his end of the line has stopped. you’d assumed he was getting ready to leave for training and now you were both left in silence. it takes him a few seconds to gather his thoughts and words. eventually, “i’m sorry, i’m just in my head right now. have i told you how much this distance sucks?”

“i know, my love” the urge to hold him and kiss him is borderline pathetic. trying harder to distract him from the sad thoughts and prior argument, you have to think fast. you drop your voice a tad lower. you try your best to sound as alluring as possible, “that’s why we should really take advantage of the time we have right now. c'mon, think of the fun things we could do at this late, late hour.”

you begin to mumble half-hearted details of what you had in mind, yet christian hums his disapproval.

“y/n, stop trying to seduce me.” the ‘captain voice’ reappears. “it’s only late for you and you’re about to go back to sleep, or else.” 

it’s a teasing threat. you both can’t deny the smiles you’re fighting as the conversation unravels. scolding words but you know him, this was your usual banter. 

“oh, yeah?” you counter back. “what are you going to do when you’re thousands of miles away, huh? and like i’ve said countless times, i’m not even tired!” 

“you yawned three times as you told me ‘all the filthy things’ you wanted to do to me, i’m positive you’re tired.”

“oh baby, I think you need to get your hearing checked because I was not yawning.” you scoff, scolding yourself for getting caught. your brain fumbles trying to think of a good comeback. you blurt the first thing that comes to mind, “that's just how I breathe.”

“then you’re the one who needs to go get checked because thats some weird fucking breathing.”

you snort, “has anyone ever told you how good of a flirt you are?”

“no,” he deadpans, the captain voice more present than ever.

“hmm, I wonder why. should we, maybe, try to figure out why that is?” 

“y/n,” he’s not letting you sidetrack him again. “please, go to sleep.”

you whine once more, “but I wanna keep talking to you.” 

“i know, pretty girl but you have to sleep.”

you feel yourself losing this fight. trying to find some common ground, “will you stay on the call if I go to sleep?”

christian weighs his options, “promise to actually go to sleep?”

“promise to keep talking?” you counter back.

“if i promise, will you stop answering my questions with a question?”

you force yourself to hold back your laughter, “will you?”

he laughs and you’re unashamedly proud that you’re the cause of it. you’re sure you hear him call you a ‘smart ass’ but he swiftly denies it. 

much to your delight, christian begins to tell you an in depth play by play of their last game and how he thought they could improve. half of you wants to fight the sleepiness and continue listening to his rambles, but the sane part of you begs for some needed rest. you don’t even notice when you drift off, slipping back into dreams of the next time you’ll see christian. 

meanwhile, christian chatters on, even after you’ve fallen asleep. as he gathers his things to leave, he talks about everything and nothing. he tells you about how mason gave up on learning chess within the first ten minutes of christian trying to teach him. he tells you about how he found a new restaurant for the both of you to try next time you visit. the whole drive to the bridge, he recounts funny things that had happened with the guys and the latest gossips he knew you liked hearing about. he even managed into sneaking in a few, shy ‘i love yous’. as he went on and on, he knew you’d want to hear this again, once conscious, but he didn’t mind. he’d happily repeat himself a million times for you. 

-

he’s gotten even more handsome, you’re sure of it. you hadn’t thought it was possible but here he was, in all his glory. big brown eyes and now close enough to chart the freckles across his cheeks. those stupid phone calls and banter don’t measure up to the way he’s looking at you right now.

he had told you there was no need to pick him up from the airport, that you shouldn’t subject yourself to the hassle. clearly you went against his wishes, tackling him as soon as you had sights on him. that's how you were now, pressed flush against him, arms entangled around each other with promises of never letting go. 

“hey baby,” he whispers, lips pressed to your ear. “lets go home, yeah?”

instead of replying, your wrapped arms give him a gentle squeeze. unaware of the few curious glances directed towards the pair of you, you wonder if it’s physically possible to get any closer to him. 

“i’m never leaving your side again.” you mumble, face pressed to his chest. you try to peek up a glance at him, looking away immediately when you see his heavy gaze already on you. why does he have to look at me like that? it makes me feel like i’m on fire. slightly shaking your head, “i’m serious, one day they’re going to have to pry my corpse from yours.”

his dimple is more prominent than ever, “y/n, you really need to stop trying to seduce me.”

you both laugh, basking in each other's presence. christian presses a kiss to your hair, reaffirming how much he had missed you. his left arm never unwrapping from your waist, even when you begin to walk to the car.  

it’s a quick drive from the airport to your shared home. after unpacking and dinner and intimate touches were shared, you’d found yourselves laid in bed. your head resting on his chest, your fingers were mindlessly tracing the outlines on his tattooed arm. 

christian lets out a content sigh, “you have no idea how much i’ve missed this, missed you.” 

“i missed you more.”

after the busy evening you had just spent, it’s no surprise when you see him begin to snooze off. you don’t mind, you finally had him in arms reach and reassurance that you had many days to have the conversations that had been too scant. 

 

you murmur, soft and quietly, “go to sleep, baby.”

“hey,” he barely peeks one eye open, the corner of his lip threatening to quirk up. “that's my line.”

you roll your eyes, giving him one final kiss to his bare shoulder “night, i love you.”

instead of responding, he wraps his arms around your waist and flips you to your side. you let out a surprised yelp but nonetheless, your body automatically finds the perfect way to fit with his. instantly, he pulls you close to him, leaving a delicate kiss on your earlobe. you barely hear his low, “i love you too.”

after that, his faint snores are all that is heard. you follow in his steps, eyes growing heavier by the seconds. yes, sleeping is much better when christians voice rings right next to you and not through a phone.

feedback is greatly appreciated please!

[thoseboysinblue]

The number of times I've watched should probably be criminal 😍🫣🫠

[footballerimaginess]

A-Z Alphabet Fic Series

This is a series I will be planning for September, probably not posted every day just some days throughout that month. Here are the players I have picked out, there are some empty spaces still. A - Andy Robertson B - Benjamin Pavard C - Christian Pulisic D - Darwin Nunez E - Eric Dier F - Joao Felix G - Antoine Griezmann H - Mats Hummels I - J - Jack Grealish K - Kostas Tsmikas L - Leon Goretzka M - Emi Martinez N - Reiss Nelson O - Martin Odegaard P - Pablo Torre Q - R - Reece James S - Son Heung Min T - Kieran Tierney U - V - W - Timo Werner X Y Z - Nicolo Zaniolo

[hischierswhore]

the eras tour insta au (c. pulisic)

in honor of The Eras Tour starting today ✨

inspired by @19ndonboy’s smau. go check theirs out <3

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yourusername taylor swift touched my hand. i repeat. TAYLOR SWIFT TOUCHED MY HAND.

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yourbff YOU SAW TAYLOR WITHOUT ME???

yourusername in my defense, i didn’t know i was going until today

cmpulisic i can confirm. i was there. she was in shock.

yourbff so what i’m hearing is that it was your idea. this isn’t over, pulisic

pulisicsgirl101 Puli being threatened by yourbff is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen

masonmount y/n we know. we were all there. you wouldn’t stop screaming about it.

cmpulisic

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cmpulisic “how’d we end up on the floor?”

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pulisicsgirl1 he took Y/n to see Taylor oh my god🥹

yourusername i had the time of my life🥹 i love you🫶🏼

cmpulisic i love you more 💕

masonmount simp

masonspulisic screaming crying

natalieisinsanelydelusional how does it feel to be living MY DREAM👹

afterglowpulisic favorite song… go.

cmpulisic paper rings & sweet nothing, bc i think of Y/n

yourusername right now i love “all of the girls you loved before”

tswizzleenthusiast YOU’RE A SWIFTIE?

y/n&chrisshipper THE CLEVERNESS IN THE CAPTION AND YALL HAVING FLOOR SEATS

[allfifaworldcup]

Pulisic: I'm back at Chelsea now, but things can change quickly

Pulisic: I’m back at Chelsea now, but things can change quickly

c Christian Pulisic admits “things change quickly” as the Chelsea forward’s future continues to prove the subject of speculation. Despite hailing Graham PotterWith his arrival as a “fresh start”, the USA captain has appeared in only four of the 11 games since Thomas Tuchel’s sacking. Chelsea, meanwhile, are keen to further strengthen their frontline and Standard Sports understands the club have…