#dad!pulisic

[notsoattractivearenti]

Surprise x2 (Christian Pulisic x Reader)

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: few cursing words; mentions of pregnancy; possibly can cause baby fever lol. nothing else but fluff fluff fluff! 🥰

A/N: This was supposed to be the first fic I posted, but I just finished it after 2 weeks! Heavily inspired by the video above lol (not the gender reveal, but Christian's reaction). Written especially for dad!Puli nation 🥰🫶 Feedbacks would be appreciated!

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“Shit, it’s 6 fucking AM!” you quietly said to yourself as you just woke up and already feeling extremely nauseous. You got up and rushed to the bathroom because you felt like you were so close on throwing up on the bed. Your husband, Christian woke up to the sound of you throwing up, which was pretty loud. He immediately got off the bed, grabbed some tissues and a glass of water from the bedside table, and went to the bathroom.

You were sitting on the floor, facing down the toilet, and you heard him coming over. You were looking up at his tired-yet-worried face as he said “Y/N love are you okay? Do you want me to get any meds or anything else? I also got you water in case you need it.” You were feeling too weak to say anything so you just nodded, then threw up again. He was there the whole time holding your hair up, caressing your back, and even said “sorry baby” multiple times. You were feeling extremely sick and so worried, so his presence made you felt a lot better. 

“Okay, I’m done,” you said as you wiped your mouth with a tissue, “everything inside my stomach is pretty much gone now, ugh.” He helped you stood up, you flushed the toilet and he asked, “what happened?” 

“I have no idea. Just got nausea out of nowhere.” He then nervously said something that made your heart skipped a beat: “Y/N, I don’t know but um, do you think uh, it’s possible that… You’re pregnant again?” 

You suddenly remembered that you did go through the same thing before finding out you were pregnant with Maxine, your firstborn. You froze for a second then responded, “Fuck. Chris, I need to get a pregnancy test like right now.” 

“I’ll get them for you, come on.” You both went back to your bedroom, then Christian grabbed his jacket and car keys, and kissed your forehead before he left. You had mixed feelings about the possibility of being pregnant again but you started questioning yourself: are you ready for another child? You are a great mom to Max and you love her very much, but going through pregnancy and taking care of a baby were no joke. You felt like you needed more time to do it all over again, but now it seemed like you weren’t given enough time. You and Christian just started talking about trying for baby number 2 — now that Maxine is already 2 years old — but somehow you might have ended up conceiving before you two were even actively trying.

While you waited for Christian, you went to Max’s room to wake her up. You opened the door and saw your beautiful daughter who was still asleep while cuddling her beloved stuffed penguin Christian got her after she was born, which she named Fuzzy Penny. You sat on her bed, and shortly before you woke her up you looked at her and thought how lucky you are to have her in your life. 

Max was a surprise baby, since you and Christian didn’t plan on having a child before you two got married yet you got pregnant with her 3 months after you got engaged. You remembered how scared you were, because you didn’t think you were ready even though you wanted to keep your baby, and Christian convinced you that everything was going to be alright. You’re so glad that he was right, because you couldn’t and don’t want to imagine your life without Max. Even though it’s not always sunshine and rainbows, she without a doubt has made your life so much better than you thought it could ever be. It felt like you just gave birth to her yesterday and now she is probably going to be a big sister.

“Good morning my little angel,” you whispered to her little ear as you gently kissed her head and caressed her arm, “time to rise and shine!” She slowly opened her eyes, looked up to you, then gave you a big, bright smile and softly said “Mommy!” Her little voice has never failed to make you smile. You were filled with worries before and thanks to Max, now you felt at peace. “How was your sleep? Was it good?” Max nodded her head while smiling, then grabbed her shoulder-length wavy hair and said to you “messy hair mommy.” “You have the cutest messy hair honey,” you laughed, then you picked her up “let’s get you out of this bed, and come find Daddy!”

Christian had just come back and as he entered the living room, Max spotted him and shouting “DADDY!!!” His eyes widened when he saw her, “Oh hey look who’s awake! Good morning my princess!”

He bent down to pick her up, wrapping her around his arms. She rested her head on Christian’s shoulder, had her arms around his neck, and Christian gave her kisses on the top of her head – he knows she loves it when he does that, and of course he loves doing it too. 

You couldn’t help but smile, thinking how beautiful that moment was even though you have seen it many, many times. You felt like there were millions of butterflies in your stomach, so in love with the man who is not just the best husband, but also the best father in the whole wide world. 

You were so caught up in the moment you forgot that you needed to take pregnancy test, but then Christian reminded you as he handed the bag over. “Honey, I wasn’t sure how many tests you may need but I got like 4 or 5 in there. I’ve checked all expiration dates so you’re good.” 

“Woah, thank you,” as you took the bag, “I’ll take them all right now.” He smiled, nodded and mouthed “I got you”. 

You went to the bathroom to took all the test. “Okay,” you sighed, “let’s get this over with.” You waited anxiously until you got the results. You heard the timer sound on your phone, meaning 2 minutes had passed. You closed your eyes and took 3 deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down before you saw the results. 

Two red lines. “Pregnant”. You couldn’t believe what you saw. You gasped, and stood still for a minute, trying to process everything. You’d gone through this before, but it still caught you off guard somehow. You were nervous, but now you have positive results, you didn’t feel that way anymore. You’re going to have another child, and you felt good about it. Even though you weren’t sure you were ready, at least you knew you can count on your loving husband for everything, especially much-needed support.

Now that you’d spent some time in the bathroom, you finally felt ready to tell your husband he's going to be a dad for the second time. As you walked to the kitchen, you heard Max and Christian laughing. You then took a peek to see what it was all about, and you saw they were cooking breakfast. He was making Max’s favorite breakfast: pancakes with berries and chocolate sauce – he couldn’t cook before, but the day you two found out you were pregnant with Max he started learning how to cook because he wanted to be able to make homemade meals for his family. You saw they were having so much fun cooking those pancakes. When he was cooking, he held Max on his hip, while flipping the pancakes with his other hand. The kitchen was messy, and they were covered in flour – you could tell they were having a lot of fun while making the batter. He shook the pan for a bit, lifted it, then flipped over the pancake. In awe, Max laughed, clapped her hands in excitement and told him “good job Daddy!”

You didn’t want to interrupt their moment, so you just stood where you are until they noticed you. “Oh hey, there’s Mommy! Come here, we made pancakes!” As you approached them, Christian set up the table with Max’s help – she was still attached to his hip, of course ­– then sat her down on the chair.

“Wow, these pancakes look so good! You two made the best pancakes in the world!” you complimented them. Max gave you a big smile then looked to her dad “Daddy did good.” Christian was blushing, kissed her cheek and said to her “I did good because I have the cutest little helper.” 

Before he sat down, you softly grabbed his arm, and you whispered, “Honey, seems like we got another surprise...” You saw his eyes lit up as you said those words. He looked at you as he responded, “Oh my God, Y/N, you’re really pregnant???” You grinned and nodded. 

He gave you the biggest hug and was smiling ear to ear. He’s always loved being a father, and now he’s going to be a father of two. You could feel his overwhelming joy, which brought you back to the day you found out the first time. Still hugging you, he told you “I love you so much, Y/N! Thank you for giving me two best surprises!” 

Before he released the hug he kissed you on the lips, then came towards Max, hugged her and told her in his excited, high-pitched voice, “Max! You’re gonna be a big sister!”

taglist: @pulisicsgirl @neverinadream @masonspulisic @swimmingismywholelife @chelseagirl98 @bracedes @lovelynikol16 @thoseboysinblue @lizzypotter14

[avalentina]

Welcome To Football Baby Girl

NewDad!Christian x Goalkeeper!reader

Just a little thing I had the urge to type out while watching Serie A today and seeing another player carrying their little "player escort" out onto the pitch

This takes place in the Fiance!Christian x Goalkeeper!reader universe I'm writing currently.

Reader wears the No. 1 for the Inter Milan Women and the USWNT

Word count: 329 (it just made me smile ok)

ENJOY! -Ava

Warnings: None (I think), I guess implied p in v (they have a daughter), mild teasing (poking fun at Weston and Tim)

You and Christian welcomed your first child just over twelve weeks ago, a sweet baby girl and he is obsessed. Just as she is very much a ‘Daddy’s Girl’. You and him have been talking about doing her first major social appearance with each of you and after doing some looking into things Christian made a suggestion, “What about dressing her tiny little self up in a onesie version of a team's kit and having her be our escort? Theo did it with his son against Lecce and it was adorable. The press and fans on both sides loved it.”

“Don't you guys have a Juventus game coming up?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Then at least we can doll her up in a McKennie kit. She did cling to Wes when he came in to meet her. She wasn't a big fan of Tim though.”

“Poor Tim. Wes will get a kick out of that though and probably get her a new one every time she outgrows it. You know that right?”

“Yep. And when I battle AC next we'll put her in yours.”

Christian smiles wide, having an even better idea.

“We need to find infant keeper gloves. I've got the derby on the 22nd.”

“Fuck, that's right. But only the keeper's escort wears the keeper kit.”

“I’ll take care of it. I'll get myself maneuvered next to Mike and swap him for the anthem. He'll love it.”

“Let's put Pulisic on the back and see if anyone spots it.”

“I have to say, I'm so happy you decided to use it in matches.”

“Why wouldn't I tie myself to ‘Captain America' in yet another way?”

Christian gives a smiling “mhmm” before kissing you senseless and hoisting you up onto the counter, stepping between your legs and just starts sliding a hand lower when you're interrupted by the baby monitor app crackling to life.

“Looks like Chelsea's awake.” You say before heading upstairs to get her. Christian following close behind.

Feedback Appreciated. This is the first of hopefully many that will be posted for Christian. It technically takes place after they officially tie the knot so I hope you liked that little bit.

Hope you enjoyed!

-Ava

[liverpool-enjoyer]

Who are the straight A students, average students and the "i'm failing, please send help" students? :D

okie i did one on the students w good grades (i tried to link it but i cant find it for the life a me) so im gonna list the students w bad grades n anyone not mentioned is jus,,, average

trent n andy,,, oh dear God. admittedly trents gradres are a lil better but man neither of em are great (trents rlly good at history n andys good at math tho)

leo n ney are also slacking. luis carries this team n by that i mean he constantly has to help em out

erling oh bless his heart. every damn night he has to facetime kevin to get help w his hw. they end up talking abt other shit n goofing off so sucks to suck ig

lewy gets bad grades sometimes but its NOT cause hes not smart. its cause hes busy as shit. school, soccer, n a part time job,,, bless his heart

christian gets pretty bad grades. honestly theres no excuse hes jus kinda an airhead n doesnt pay much attention

joãos too busy texting his gf during class to pay attention, hence his bad grades

[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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love, namu and ella.

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!)

[vmrsdias]

the beard

credit gif @brasiliangp

Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Reader

Plot: your little girl doesn't recognize her beardless dad

Author's note: English is not my firts language

(Camille = your daughter)

"Please tell me you didn't really do it" you had returned from work and as soon as you turned the corner to enter the living room you found your boyfriend, Christian, sitting on the sofa and most importantly, without a beard!!!

"come on love I'm not that bad" you didn't respond to his response because before you could do so the baby monitor rang signaling that your little girl had woken up.

As soon as you entered her room you found her standing on her bed looking at you with those big eyes just like her father.

You didn't realize that Christian was behind you, but your little girl did because as soon as she saw him she started crying, at first you didn't understand why but when Christian came over to pick her up she cried more and He wrapped his little arms around your neck, at that point you understood the reason very well and it was Christian's beard.

"Camille darling, it's me dad" Christian told her, getting closer and closer, but the little girl didn't want to look at that man in her eyes, he was a stranger, you wanted to tell him "I told you not to do it" but you didn't do it, just so as not to rage further.

At that point christian gave you a look asking for help so you turned towards your little girl,

"Darling, he's dad, without a beard but he's dad", your little girl raised her head and looked from you to Christian,

"Daddy?" and at that moment Christian got even closer and stood right in front of his little girl's view

"yes darling I'm dad" and your little girl smiled and then she looked at you and said "ugly daddy"

at that moment you couldn't hold back any longer and started laughing, but Christian wasn't very happy about this because he rolled his eyes and said "come on I'm not that bad though" "well darling if he tells you that's yours too daughter, I would say yes"

Christian wasn't very happy with the answer and the fact that your little girl kept laughing at him, so he left the room but not before muttering that he was going to wear a wig instead of a beard

[bom-bombon]

I told my dad and...

Chat, we're gonna jump Pulisic 🥳🎉🎉🇲🇽🇲🇽🇲🇽

I forgot my dad LOVES Christian Pulisic

I don't have the heart to tell him that Pulisic did the Trump dance

It will break his heart

[thatsdemko]

MASTERLIST(pt.2)

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I reached link limit on the mobile app and I don’t use my MacBook often enough with this app to keep adding links so this is part 2!

here is part one!

HOCKEY

jack hughes

fuck valentine part two

with feeling

auston matthews

four more years

Matthew knies

the other Matthews

NFL/NBA

more to come! check the first masterlist for more!

SOCCER/FOOTBALL

joão felix

in the sand

Christian pulisic

a blue London

Mason mount

a blue london

they want us to be

pablo gavi

fuck it, it’s fine

fake it — mini series

half past twelve

ruben dias

cookies

Jude Bellingham

the culer

FORMULA 1

pierre gasly

untitled drabble

the art of attraction (it’s always been you)

tale as old as time

charles leclerc

pains

the ways in which Charles shows you he loves you

drought

he’s just ken

feeling better

don’t go

flights to Tokyo

Lewis Hamilton

you belong with me

Carlos sainz

smooth operator

the devils on my shoulders

max verstappen

just an incident

the story of us good riddance

maybe I’m crazy

unknown

Lance stroll

like he would

room 305

the lakes

the archer

something blue

birthday bae

something new

Daniel ricciardo

Monaco lover

the ways in which Daniel shows you he loves you

to live, to learn, and to love

distraction

more of you

Oscar piastri

summer love in flicks

Silverstone

a shoey

wag

under the mistletoe

inexperienced?

nyck de vries

Japan is calling

lando norris

ruin that friendship

chef y/n

without you there’s nothing to live for

the devils on my shoulders

making the bed

orange theory

the eras

without me?

yuki tsunoda

all mine… and his too

toto wolff

love thy neighbor

Liam Lawson

you’re on your own, kid

George Russell

junipers dad

Fernando Alonso

it is a glorious sunrise

jack doohan

so what did I miss?

Logan sargeant

he’s so American

INDY CAR

pato o’ward

woodward avenue

the ways in which pato shows you he loves you

payback

something bout you

[pulisicsgirl]

dad to the rescue - christian pulisic

summary: when Y/N and Christian's daughter is frightened of the doctor, Christian comes to the rescue to calm her fears

pairing: Christian Pulisic x reader

word count: 2.0k

warnings/tags: descriptions of a doctor's office, needles/injections, anxiety, lots and lots of fluff

requested: no

notes: Hey y'all! I've been feeling pretty uninspired recently, but I have more time to right now that school is out. So I decided to rewrite this old fic that I wrote several years ago for another fandom to try to get the creativity flowing! So if you read a fic similar to this for someone else years ago, no you didn't. It's definitely not my favorite thing that I've written, but hopefully, it'll get the ball rolling!

“Mommy, I don’t like the doctor. It’s scary,” Lily whimpered as you helped her climb out of her car seat and onto the pavement.

You glanced nervously over at Christian, pleading silently for his help. You were naturally a nervous person—a trait that was dialed up to 11 when it came to your daughter. You were just as terrified, if not more so, than your daughter for this visit. Knowing that she was scheduled to receive an injection, you had convinced Christian to take the day to leave training early and accompany the two of you to the appointment—he always knew how to help in these situations.

“It’s gonna be okay, sweetheart. You’ve got Mommy and Daddy here with you, and…” He trailed off, squatting down so that he was on her level, and he loudly whispered, “I hear they have toys in the waiting room!”

Lily’s face brightened instantly at his words. “D’you want to go find out?” he asked her excitedly, and Lily nodded her head quickly. Christian sprung to his feet, and the two of them raced to the door, hand-in-hand, squealing giddily as I watched them with a huge smile spreading across my face.

Christian pulled open one of the doors, letting Layla speed through and waiting behind to hold it open for me to walk through. He gestured for you to pass, muttering a short, “m’lady,” as you walked through, causing you to giggle and roll your eyes at him.

Lily was inside, trying her hardest to pull open the second set of doors, but it was too heavy for her small self. You reached forward, pulling lightly on the door, and she gasped, thinking she had finally gotten the door to budge on her own, before racing through and straight into the waiting room.

Christian followed in behind you, placing a gentle hand on your lower back. You spun around, pulling him toward you with a firm grip on his shirt and planted a long, firm kiss on his lips. When you pulled away, he had a massive grin on his face.

“What was that for?” he asked, still smirking down at you.

“No reason in particular,” you shrugged, holding back a grin of your own.

“Well, whatever I did, I should do it more often,” he leaned down, pecking your lips once again.

You swatted his chest, gently pushing him away. “You have a daughter in there that has been promised toys and playtime, so you better join her. I’ll sign her in,” you said, pointing to the door of the waiting room.

“Yes ma’am,” he retorted with a short salute, and you punched his shoulder. “Okay, okay, I’m going!” He grinned from ear to ear as he quickly joined Lily in the waiting room.

You turned around, heading to the front desk to sign in and receiving a clipboard with paperwork to fill out.

You sat in the waiting room, occupying your time by filling out the papers and occasionally glancing up to watch your husband and daughter playing enthusiastically with the toy cars. You couldn't help but smile as Christian made motor noises and loud honking sounds with his mouth as he wheeled the cars across the playmat toward Lily.

Before long, a nurse came to the door, sweetly calling out, “Lilian Pulisic?” even though the three of you were the only ones there.

“That’s us!” Christian smiled, standing from the floor and taking Lily’s hand, sensing that her nerves had quickly returned with the appearance of the nurse. As he led her over to the nurse, the fear was back on her face as she clung tightly to his arm, but she seemed to be slightly more confident as she walked with him.

The nurse weighed her and measured her height. Lily jumped up and down when the nurse told her that she’d grown 3 inches in the last year. After taking a few more measurements, the nurse led your little family into a small exam room and let you know that the doctor would be there soon.

You and Christian sat down in the chairs as you watched Lily wander the room, pointing out the various animals painted along the walls of the room. You pulled Christian’s hand into your lap, intertwining your fingers with his and gripping it tightly. Your worry for your daughter had quickly returned as you sat down in the hard, plastic chairs, and Christian sensed this, beginning to run his thumb over the back of your hand in an effort to soothe you.

A few minutes later, a young female doctor walked in, stethoscope hanging around her neck and computer in hand. Christian lifted Lily to sit on the exam table before settling back into his seat next to you.

“Hello there! You must be Lilian!” the doctor greeted warmly. “Do you go by Lilian?”

Lily remained silent, glancing nervously over at you with wide eyes.

“Go on, it’s okay,” Christian encouraged her softly.

She looked back at the doctor, replying with a quiet, “My name’s Lily.”

“Oh wow! Your name is so beautiful!” the doctor said excitedly, and a small smile appeared on Lily’s face. “Well, my name is Dr. Jones, but you can call me Anna.” Lily giggled and you could tell that she was already warming up to the doctor.

The appointment continued normally and Lily grew confident enough to answer most of the questions on her own, which caused your heart to swell with pride. Anna only turned to you and Christian to get more precise answers about Lily’s eating and sleeping habits.

Anna listened to her heart, took her blood pressure, and checked over every part of Lily’s body, from her head to her toes. Lily laughed especially hard when Anna looked in her ears (she told you between giggles that it tickles) and when she used the mallet on Lily’s leg to check her reflexes.

“Alright, we’ve just got one more thing to do and then you can go home!” Anna said as the appointment seemed to be coming to its end. “I see we’re scheduled for a vaccine today?” she asked, glancing at you and Christian for confirmation.

“Alright, so what we’re gonna do, is we’re gonna give you a little shot right here,” she explained, drawing a small circle on Lily’s left arm. “I know that sounds really scary, but it’ll feel like a little pinch, and then it’ll be over, okay?” Lily seemed a little uncertain, but otherwise fine. Anna left, but not before explaining that the nurse from before would be back in shortly and giving Lily a high five on her way out the door.

Just moments later, the nurse returned, carrying a tray with some alcohol swabs and a needle on it. The moment Lily laid eyes on the tray, she began to panic.

“Mommy, I don’t want a shot,” she cried, the tears quickly welling up in her eyes and spilling down her cheeks. You jumped up from your chair as she reached out for you, rushing to her side and hugging her tightly as she cried.

It hurt you to see her this scared. You swallowed the lump in your throat, doing your best to speak softly and calmly to her. “Shh, baby, it’s okay. You heard Dr. Jones! It’s just a small pinch and then it’s over. You can do this!”

Your words seemed to do nothing to calm Lily nerves, and she whimpered, pulling you closer by the fabric of your shirt.

You felt Christian’s hand on your back, telling you that he was standing just behind you. He placed a quick kiss on your cheek, whispering in your ear, “Here, let me.”

You stepped back, watching as Christian sat on the table next to Lily, holding your shaking daughter as she clung tightly to him. He shrugged the jacket he was wearing from his shoulders, pulling the short sleeve of his T-shirt up and over his left shoulder.

“Hey, look here,” he spoke soothingly to Lily, holding out his tattooed arm for her to look at. She slowly looked away from the nurse, who was preparing for the shot. “Tell me all of the things you see on my arm.”

Lily sniffled, wiping her nose on her sleeve, but her crying seemed to be slowing down now. She ran her small hand along his arm, trying to find something.

“There’s a tiger,” she spoke slowly. Christian turned his arm so that she could see the face of the tiger more clearly.

“Very good!” Christian exclaimed, and a small smile appeared on Lily’s face. “Now try to find something else.” He glanced at you as she continued looking, shooting you a quick smile before returning his attention back to his little girl.

Lily jumped as the nurse wiped her arm with the cold alcohol swab, her focus leaving Christian’s arm as the fear in her eyes returned.

“It’s okay. She’s just cleaning your arm,” Christian explained sweetly. “Keep looking.”

“S-some letters,” she stuttered, pointing at Christian’s wrist. He nodded with a short “mhm.” Her fingers trailed up to Christian’s shoulder. “A bird.” She brushed her fingers across his skin, down the inside of his arm. “And that’s Mike.” A short giggle fell from her lips as she reached the tattoo of the one-eyed, green monster from Monsters Inc., a movie that she had watched many times with her father.

Christian noticed the nurse uncapping the needle, and he moved to point out something else so Lily would remain distracted. He flipped his arm over, pointing to the chess piece on his forearm. “And this here is a chess piece. It’s called the queen.” Lily tapped the inked game piece with her fingers, clueless to the movements of the nurse next to her.

As the nurse put the needle in her arm, Lily whimpered quietly. She gripped Christian’s arm tightly in her small fingers, clamping her eyes shut as she let out a small cry.

But the shot was over as quickly as it had started.

“It’s over,” Christian spoke to her, kissing the top of her head while she still held tightly to his arm. Lily looked up at his face, and Christian's heart tightened a little as he wiped the tear streaks away with his thumb. “You’re okay, sweetie. We’re all done.”

The nurse put a bandage on Lily’s shoulder as Christian slipped his arms back into his jacket.

Soon enough, we were dismissed from the room, and Lily reached out for Christian to pick her up. She lifted her arms into the air toward him, wiggling her fingers with droopy eyes—clearly exhausted from the whole ordeal. She was barely awake enough in his arms to pick out a sticker before dropping her head onto his shoulder as you signed her out.

The three of you walked out the front doors of the office and to the car. Christian carefully shuffled the small girl out of his arms and into her car seat as you held the door open. Lily had managed to fall fast asleep in the time it took to reach the car.

You closed the door gently, attempting to keep from waking her up. You softly pushed Christian into the side of the car, resting your hands on both of his cheeks as you planted a firm kiss to his lips.

When you pulled back, Christian had a confused but pleased grin on his face.

“You’re incredible. You know that?” you asked as you felt his arms snake around your waist, pulling you further into his body.

“You really think so?”

You nodded in response. “You have such a way with her. I would’ve absolutely been freaking out along with her.”

He quickly kissed you again, a mischievous smile on his lips. “You know,” he started slowly, his smile only growing as he spoke. “We could always have another one.”

“Now you’re getting ahead of yourself, Pulisic,” you laughed, pulling away from him and beginning to walk around the car to get in on the passenger side. He reached to try to slap your butt as you walked away, but you jumped out of the way, dodging his hand and causing both of you to giggle as you ran around the car.

You heard him call from the other side of the vehicle. “You didn’t say no!”

tag list: @masonspulisic @chelseagirl98 @thoseboysinblue @lovelynikol16 @swimmingismywholelife @masonsrem @bracedes @neverinadream @notsoattractivearenti

[notsoattractivearenti]

Pulisic Stomping Grounds opening ❤️

[final-script]

Becoming a Daddy | Christian Pulisic

Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Reader

Sumary: Where you see Christian become a father.

Warnings: English is not my first language !!!.There are probably many mistakes (I will correct them later). Mentions of pregnancy.Mention of Birth , Labor.

Gif: brasiliangp

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A part of you believed that there was no way you could fall in love with him anymore.

But you couldn't be more wrong.

As the months went by and you watched him become a father, you could see it.

(...)

From the moment he found out that a little life was forming in your womb, the care began.

During the 9 months of pregnancy and including the day your guy came into the world he was nothing but the perfect man/husband.

Whenever he wasn't away for a game or training, he stayed by your side at all times.

Attentive to any needs you might have.

And don't get me wrong, you loved how attentive he was but there were times when you had to put a brake.

(...)

Y/N- my love please stop, I can do it myself, nothing will happen to me. 

Ch- I only care about you.

Y/N- I know and understand it but... I want to do what I can as long as our little guy here lets me do it.     Caressing the small lump that was forming.

Ch- I'm sorry if I'm being a bit burdensome.

Y/N- you don't have to apologize, believe me I understand, but there are still a lot of things I can do, so for the time being, Daddy, I should be saving your energy.

Ch-daddy will save energy, as long as Mommy doesn't call him that that again, I don't want our son to witness how his parents behave.

(...)

Months went by and even though Christian hadn't been "saving" energy and even though you caught his attention on several occasions, you could say that you enjoyed every moment.

It made you value the time I was at home and it wasn't for some competition.

(...)

Luckily for our baby's day of birth, Christian was home.

To your surprise, he managed to stay calm.

When I was in your room and the contractions were not very strong but if you continue, I immediately take you to the bathroom and help you get ready.

Before you know it, you're on your way to the hospital, in the hospital, and ready to give birth.

At all times Christian was by your side.

Finally your little one came into this world.

(...)

Ch- you made it my love, our little one is finally with us.

Y/N- we made it, we were both a part of this, thank you for being there for us.

We both looked at our baby with tears of joy.

After 9 long months he was finally with us.

Ch- he's perfect.   Gently caressing her little cheek.

Y/N- is our son, what were you waiting for!

It wasn't because we were his parents, but our little boy is beautiful and if when he grows up he's just like his dad, I think there will be problems.

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ANOTHERS

FOOTBALL MASTERLIST

Knowing Family - Julian Alvarez x Reader

[julianalvarez9]

christian with prompt 28; sweating just thinking about it

finally / christian pulisic

prompt 28 (“I want to have my way with you.”) from the smut prompt list.

pairing: christian pulisic x lampard!reader (don't ask)

wc: 1k words

warnings: smut with a plot, alcohol and the consumption of, fingering, kinda public sex?

christian and you had been going back and forth for way too long for his liking.

it had only been sexual tension for the longest time, with you two clearly liking each other from the beginning. the fact that your dad was his manager made things a bit more difficult, that's why you two hadn't done anything about it yet.

apart from that one try at a party, which mason kindly interrupted.

"mate, you've been there for way too long! are you okay?"

panic cursed through your veins when hearing the english's words behind the door. you jumped from the bathroom countertop as fast as your dizzy mind let you, although christian made sure to stabilize you, holding your waist, to ensure you made it safely to the floor. his hair was messy due to how you were pulling at his black locks, and he certainly had a tent on his pants due to your heated session. "i'll distract him so you can sort yourself out, yeah?".

you're out through the door before he can oppose your idea. thankfully, you're not as disheveled as the man in front of you is, even if he wasn't the one in a full makeout session in the bathroom just seconds ago, before being interrupted.

"y/n? what are you doing here?" his tone was confused, and at first, you thought he would be too sober to buy your lie. "touching up in the bathroom" you excused, pointing with your thumb to the door where you had just come from. "who were you looking for, anyways?" you questioned. "christian. i thought i had seen him entering through that door" mason points in the same way you have done just seconds ago, and you thank the bad lighting in the club for hiding your flustered cheeks at the mention of the guy who was certainly inside the bathroom.

"whoa, you for sure have drunk a lot. you're lucky i'm not my dad, no?" you giggled nervously at that, but mason didn't catch onto it, instead tilting his head back in laughter. "come on, let's go get you sober up", you said, in an attempt to get him away from the door to the female bathroom where the american was currently. thankfully, mason's alcoholized brain didn't oppose your idea, and instead, joined you cheerfully.

safe to say, christian had been angry at the englishman for a whole day, even if the poor mason didn't really know the reason. to christian, being a massive cockblock and, at the same time, being so drunk to remain oblivious about it, was enough reason to stay angry for a whole training session.

but he was worried about you. he hadn't seen you since last night, and he feared that you would've been too hungover to make it to work the next day, but thankfully, you were in your office when he went to look for you.

"what are you doing here, christian?" you asked once he got inside the room, almost not waiting for you to give him the green light to actually get in. "we were in the middle of something last night," he says, and you roll your eyes, incredulous that he thinks this is an appropriate space to continue what you had started. "told you i wanted to have my way with you, and i will.”

"you're insane", you say, but still, get up from your chair to make your way towards him. he extends his arms to get a grip on your waist as he pulls you in, chests clashing against each other before your lips can do the same. it's messy, rushed, and you're glad the curtains covering the windows that face the training pitch are closed. your arms fly in the air, crossing behind his head to get him even closer than he already is.

christian's impatient as he fiddles with the buttons on your skinny jeans, to get them off of you quickly; both know there's not much time, and you can't be as loud as you'd like to be, so you try to muffle your moans when he touches you through your underwear. "need m-more than that, christian" you beg, and he complies, first sliding your undergarments off so he can work properly.

you groan, annoyed, when his lips turn away from yours, until he lowers himself to spit directly onto his fingers, coating them with his saliva before they find your bundle of nerves. the new sensation has you squirming away, biting your lip harshly to avoid making any indecent sound as he makes quick work of his fingers in a circular motion. "still want more?" christian cockily asks, and when you nod eagerly, his hand continue traveling south, until his experienced fingers find your awaiting hole.

the moans you're producing directly into his ear spur him on, and even if he wanted you to beg for his fingers, he pushes one past your wet entrance, and you feel your knees going weak. you're helpless against him, backed only by the door behind you, and you feel yourself slowly falling apart due to the way his fingers seem to touch you just right, like he knows his way around your body even if this is his first time properly touching you.

"can you take one more?" christian mutters, and he groans when your wall tightens against his digit. he takes that as a yes, and kisses you messily before another finger slides into you, effectively trapping your moans into his mouth. the pace of his fingers thrusting into you is heavenly, and you're not far from falling apart from the pleasure he's giving you.

"you look so pretty swallowing my fingers, baby" christian grunts, pleased with the sight of his digits disappearing inside of you. "i'm sure you'll look even better when you're swallowing my cock, won't you like that?".

the pure filth he's whispering into your ear pushes you to the edge, your back arching at the sensation of your orgasm ripping through you, while his fingers keep the relentless pace, moving in and out of you.

christian stops when he hears your choked cry due to the overstimulation caused by how he's still touching you, even when your legs are trembling. if it wasn't for his hard grip on your waist, you'd be on the floor by now. "you were so good for me, baby. you did so good", he whispers in your neck, depositing a small kiss there, before taking his fingers to his mouth to taste you. annoyed at his try to rile you up, which is working, you roll your eyes. the next time he opens his mouth to talk only makes you grow more flustered. "please, tell me you are free tonight".

[liverpool-enjoyer]

THE CHRISTIAN PULISIC ELECTION HEADCANON 😭😭😭 Do you have any more headcanons for the few American students?

in fact i do!!!

ok regarding the christian election headcanon. i cannot stress enough how fucking EXCITED this boy was to get his fellow students (underage, non-american students) registered to vote 😭😭 bless his heart

ok ive spent a lot of time considering why tf these random ass american kids are at uefa in the first place

so christians mom is actually the mayor of dc!! (a random fictional mayor. i have no fuckin clue who the actual mayor of dc is)

and she knows her public school system is utter dogshit (again idk if thats actually true ive never been to dc) so she pulled some strings to get her son into some cushy private school he technically has no business being at

as for the other american kiddos (weston, gio),,, basically theyre all one big friend group n theyre christians friends from elementary n middle school

and when christian was aboutta start at uefa he was sad that he was gonna leave all his friends behind

so he was like. mom 🥺 im gonna be lonely without my friends at my new school 🥺 can you please use your important person powers so i can take them with me 🥺

and she was like. fine 🙄. n now christian gets to go to school w his friends!!

youll notice i didnt mention tim weah before. thats cause hes a different story

hes also at uefa due to his parents pulling strings. yknow cause his dads the fucking PRESIDENT OF LIBERIA. a fact that makes me do a double take every time i hear it.

stop me if youve heard this one before: gio reynas parents actually blackmailed his fucking VOLUNTEER, SUNDAY LEAGUE SOCCER COACH to get their son more minutes.

in an ironic twist of fate, serigo uses this incredibly embarrassing information to make gios life miserable

the amerigang doesnt even like soccer that much tbh, but all the other uefa students play it n they wanted to feel included

they much prefer baseball, n can be found at nationals park most weekends

the place they most often hang out at is christians house in colonial village

gio and christian find weston and tims stories of the shenanigans of their class (mosty revolving around federico and dusan) wildly entertaining

several students have approached christian asking if he can talk to his mom abt getting sergio banned from the district

kenan likes to follow weston around, so he just,,, hangs out w the american kids sometimes. they fw him.

gio is a freshman, while christian tim n weston are sophomores

none of them are old enough to drive, which makes hanging out kind of a bitch

christian tries to hang out w the croatian kids sometimes bc hes, in his own words, "practically one of them"

yeah they do NOT fw him

[libraryofloveletters]

6k insta au masterlist

celebration post 

thank you to everyone who submitted prompts! -- all of these are x reader!

santorini sunshine - lance stroll 

lover boy - hayden christensen

the winter games - charles leclerc (olympic!reader) 

the missus - kylian mbappe

secret’s out - virgil van dijk

captain on and off the pitch - jordan henderson 

more than your race car? - pierre gasly (singer!reader) 

lovin’ on me - sergio ramos

retired life - sugar daddy!sebastian vettel

surprise - max verstappen

off limits.. sorta? - daniel ricciardo (hamilton!reader)

teammates.. or more? - fernando alonso

stars alike - christian pulisic 

the magic of interlogos - george russell 

pay day - daniel ricciardo

besties for the resties - pierre gasly

one in the same - jordan henderson

sugar - ruben dias

day and night - lewis hamilton

peaches - erling haaland

sous chef - yuki tsunoda

mom and dad - sebastian vettel

albums - esteban ocon

the proposal - lewis hamilton

land down under - mason mount 

bird watching - sebastian vettel 

monaco’s for the lovers - max verstappen

[thatsdemko]

DAD + FAMILY WORKS

a place where I’ll store my little drabbles and fics that contain works with children! ☺️ you can always request family/dad + child fics! if you want more of a certain story with the children I have created please make sure to add in the request! xx

Mason mount

little mount

uncle Mason

Travis kelce

Super Bowl

Patrick mahomes

Parade

Charles leclerc

uncle Charles

Summertime happiness

Christian pulisic

want one?

Carlos sainz

papa Carlos

Lando Norris

little streamer

more to come, check back soon!

[pulisicsgirl]

his girls (pt. 2) - christian pulisic

summary: Y/N goes into labor while watching one of Christian's games, and he is the sweetest, most supportive husband through the entire process

pairing: Christian Pulisic x reader

word count: 4.7k

warnings/tags: brief mentions of morning sickness, descriptions of hospitals and childbirth, a bit of sweet, dad!puli fluff, best friend!mason being the best ever

requested: yes!! here

notes: here's the part two of that request! I changed the end of it to give it a little bit more of a realistic timeline, but I hope you still like it! I have several Mason requests in my inbox, so I'll be working on those soon! Thank you all for reading!

read part one here

You took a long look at yourself in the mirror as you brushed your teeth, trying to make sense of the strange feeling that had been hanging over your head from the moment you woke up. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it. You couldn’t even identify what you were feeling—it wasn’t anxiety or dread, it wasn’t a giddiness or excitement. It was just there.

Your belly got in the way as you bent over the sink, washing out your mouth and tossing your toothbrush in the cup, now a mere two weeks from the fateful due date. As you stood back up, a dull aching that began in your lower back spread across the bottom of your round belly. You steadied yourself on the sink, pressing a hand to your stomach with a frown on your face.

This was new.

Before you could think too much about it, the bathroom door opened, revealing Christian, dressed and ready to leave. Chelsea had a home game today, and it was nearing time for him to leave in order to be there in time for warm-ups and such.

“Hey, I’m about to—are you okay?” Concern instantly washed over his face as your slightly hunched over posture. He stepped to your side, steadying you with one hand on your waist and the other on the side of your belly.

You forced a smile on your face, determined to reassure him. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” you spoke, but Christian didn’t miss the hesitation in your tone. “She’s just kicking really hard this morning.”

His eyes seemed to search every part of your face for several long moments—he wasn’t convinced, but also didn’t want to be pushy. He finally lets out a sigh, breathing a short “okay” before pressing a kiss to your forehead. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as he can with your belly in between the two of you before he speaks again.

“I’m about to leave, but Mason will be here in a couple of hours to pick you up for the game, okay?”

You nodded, beaming up at your husband. This was the first time in the last few months that you felt halfway decent during the week leading up to a home game, and after a lot of persuasion on your part, you convinced Christian that you would be fine if you attended the game. You missed watching him play from the seats of Stamford Bridge, and you wouldn’t have taken no for an answer.

Knowing this, Christian had agreed, with the stipulation that Mason, who wasn’t currently playing due to injury, would pick you up, drive you to the stadium, and stay with you for the duration of the game. Mason had happily agreed to these terms, excited to get to spend time with you, as the two of you had become good friends over the years. Once the plan had been set in place, the excitement had overtaken you for the last couple of days, excited to finally be getting out and doing something that felt normal again.

“Alright, I’ll see you before kickoff, then,” Christian smiled down at you, placing a heartfelt kiss to your lips before he released you from his arms. He quickly knelt in front of you, kissing your stomach. “You be good today, alright?”

He stood and, after kissing you once more, walked out of the bathroom to leave for the stadium. As soon as you heard the front door close behind him, you let out a long groan as another wave of sharp pain passed across your belly. You leaned down, resting your forehead on the bathroom counter as you bent at the waist, hoping to stretch your back or your hips in some way to relieve some of the pain.

As quickly as it came, the pain passed, and you stood up straight once again, letting out a long breath. You were determined to make it to this game today. You certainly missed attending them, but more importantly, you knew Christian missed having you there (though he would never say it, unwilling to make you feel guilty for being so sick these last few months).

You changed into some comfortable maternity leggings and a XL Chelsea jersey with “PULISIC” written across the shoulders—one Christian had bought you a couple of months ago when he realized that you wouldn’t be able to wear any of yours (or his, for that matter). You then spent most of the next couple of hours laying on the couch, flat on your back, trying to breathe through short waves of pain as they continued to come and go.

You had convinced yourself that they were just false contractions, “Braxton Hicks,” as your doctor had explained them. They weren’t close together, so it was probably fine. Nothing to worry about at all.

That didn’t change the fact that they hurt like hell.

The doorbell rang and, being too lazy to get up an walk over to the front door, you simply yelled “it’s open!” down the hallway, knowing it would be Mason arriving to drive you to Stamford Bridge.

“Hey, there stranger!” Mason quipped, walking into the living room with a bounce in his step. You giggled at his remark, greeting him in return. “How have you been?”

“Oh, this little one is keeping me on my toes, but I’m doing alright,” you smiled at him, figuring he didn’t need all the details of your morning sickness, swollen ankles, or the copious number of times that you had to pee during the night.

You slowly rolled onto your side, something that had become normal for you as your pregnancy progressed—the extra weight and large belly certainly limited your mobility. Mason smiled at you, offering his hands to help you into a sitting position, which you gladly accepted.

Sitting on the edge of the cushion, you grabbed one of your sneakers, which you were glad you had the forethought to leave next to the couch before you laid down. You bent awkwardly, attempting to slip the shoe onto your foot.

“Need some help?” Mason asked sweetly.

“Would you mind?” you replied, feeling a little embarrassed. But Mason was already kneeling on the carpet next to your feet, taking the shoe from your hand. “Christian usually has to and up doing this for me, these days.” The two of you laughed.

Mason tied the laces of your sneakers, being sure to check with you to make sure they were neither too tight or too loose. He stood and helped you to your feet next to him, pulling you into a quick hug, since he hadn’t had the chance to do so when he first greeted you and you thanked him for his help.

You grabbed your bag (which Mason quickly snatched from your hands and tossed over his own shoulder), and the two of you walked out the front door.

Before you knew it, you had made it into Stamford Bridge, passing through security, walking through a few hallways before you found your way to the private box behind the players’ bench. You were able to catch Christian before he ran out onto the field to start the game, giving him a quick kiss and wishing him luck for the upcoming 90 minutes. He still seemed concerned with your slightly abnormal behavior, but you brushed him off again, sending him back to his team. He sent Mason a quick thanks, knowing that you would be in good hands, did his best to push his concern for you to the back of his mind, and left to go line up in the tunnel.

You settled into the hard stadium seats next to Mason, watching as the players filed out onto the pitch in two lines. The usual anthem played and the players greeted one another before they lined up for the opening whistle.

You watched Christian as he bounced on his toes, stretching lightly before the game began and shaking his hands to rid himself of any nerves. A sharp gasp left your lips as the pain returned, this time more intense than you had expected it to be.

Mason noticed this, and his eyebrows were furrowed in concern when you looked over at his face. “You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you repeated the lie you had told Christian that morning and turned back to face the pitch, unable to look him in the eye. You tried to breathe slowly through your nose to keep from ringing any more alarm bells in Mason’s head. The whistle blew, and the players began moving around the pitch, passing the ball between them.

It wasn’t even 5 minutes into the game before the pain returned, a sharp pain that spread across your lower back, your pelvis—all of it. Before you could stop yourself, you grabbed Mason’s arm that was resting on the armrest next to you. The soft whimper that left your lips, paired with your grip on his arm, caused Mason to turn quickly to you. Your eyebrows were drawn together, lips pressed into a line, and he knew something wasn’t right with you.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on?”

You could hear the concern in his voice, though you couldn’t see his face, your eyes shut tightly. You didn’t reply for a moment, just trying to make it through the wave of pain. You felt Mason’s hand on you knee, rubbing it slowly as he wasn’t sure what to do to help you.

It finally subsided, and you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. You blinked your eyes open, and found Mason’s eyes wide with concern for you. “What’s going on?” he repeated.

“I just…” you sighed. “I’ve been feeling some pain this morning, but I figured they were just Braxton Hicks contractions, but… I’m not so sure now.” Mason could see the fear in your eyes, and he felt helpless, not knowing what to do to help the situation.

“Would it help to get up? Maybe walk around a bit?” he suggested the first thing he could think of. You nodded and he helped you out of your seat, guiding you out of the box down into the player lounge.

Mason sat on one of the benches, bouncing his leg erratically. His eyes flickered back and forth between a screen that was showing the game and you, walking slowly up and down the lounge. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by watching you as you paced, but he was too worried to take his eyes off of you for longer than a few seconds.

Meanwhile, you were doing your best to take long, slow breaths—in through your nose, out through your mouth. The pain came and went, but your slow walking seemed to be helping the slightest bit.

After a few minutes, Mason approached you. “How you feeling?” he asked hesitantly.

“A little better,” you spoke, but seemingly too soon. You winced as another surge of pain began, and Mason reached out to hold you by your arms in order to keep you steady.

One moment, you were breathing through the pain, holding tightly to Mason’s forearms. The next, you felt a rush of fluid between your legs, soaking the material of your leggings. Your heart sank, blood running cold as you looked up at Mason with wide eyes.

This couldn’t be happening.

No, you thought, it’s still two weeks until the due date. But that didn’t seem to matter. The fact was: your water had just broken and this baby was coming.

Your heart began pounding, and Mason quickly guided you to one of the benches, sitting you down as he took control of the situation. “You stay right here. Don’t move, okay?” He squeezed your arms gently as he sat you down, trying to pull you from the state of shock you seemed to be in. “Just breathe. I’m gonna go get Christian.” He kissed the top of your head, stepping away from you to jog to the door that you knew led to the tunnel.

Mason grabbed the first employee he could find. “Go to Frank Lampard and tell him he needs to sub Christian Pulisic off right now. It’s an emergency!” They seemed confused but nodded anyway. They headed down the tunnel to speak to the coach, and Mason ran quickly to the locker room, collecting the things from Christian’s cubby before running back to your side.

He sat Christian’s bag on the bench before sitting next to you, taking your hand in his as you breathed through a new contraction. He placed his freed hand on your back, rubbing soft circles into it.

Out on the pitch, a noise of confusion passed over the crowd as the official lifted the board over his head with a Chelsea player at his side, signaling that a substitution was being made. A glowing number 10 on the board told everyone that Christian was being subbed off after only 15 minutes. The fans were confused and frustrated, a chorus of boos ringing out at the coaching staff’s decision.

The substitution was as much of a surprise to Christian as it was to everyone else. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, seeming offended by the early substitution. As he jogged over to the sideline, he tried to discern why he would be taken off so soon. He had felt that he was having a pretty good game so far, getting a couple good crosses and creating a few chances.

He patted his teammate on the back as he crossed over the sideline, still slightly angry.

He tried to brush past Lampard to get to the bench, figuring he could work it out at halftime, but Frank grabbed him by the upper arm before he could pass him.

“Mason said we needed to get you off the pitch. Said it was an emergency,” he spoke quietly to Christian, hand covering his mouth to preserve any privacy he could.

A chill ran down Christian’s spine at his words. “I gotta go,” he spoke to the gaffer, eyes wide.

Frank nodded, with a quick,  “Go. They’re in the lounge.” He had caught up with Christian after returning to the club and knew the situation.

Christian barely waited for his response, running down the tunnel, leaving behind a stadium full of confused fans.

When he barges into the lounge, he find you and Mason sitting on the bench. Your eyes are closed and you’re breathing slowly as Mason runs his thumb over your knuckles. Christian is instantly at your side, kneeling on the floor in front of you as he takes your free hand into his.

“Hey, baby,” he did his best to slow his racing heart, wanting to be strong for you.

“Hey,” you replied with a pained giggle at his heavy breathing.

“Is this happening right now?” He squeezed your knee gently.

“I think so, yeah,” you laughed.

He stood, kissing your forehead before he pulled his sneakers out of his bag, changing out of his boots and tall socks, shoving them back into the bag. He helped you to your feet. “Ready to go?” he asked and you nodded in response, unable to stop the nerves that were settling in your stomach. “Alright, let’s do this,” he smiled at you in his best attempt to be encouraging.

“Best of luck, you guys,” Mason spoke, hugging you both. “You’re gonna do great,” he said while you were in his arms. He spoke to both you and Christian but squeezed your shoulders to reassure you especially.

Christian took your hand in his, guiding you to the back exit of the stadium. He moved quickly, sure to be cautious of your situation as he tossed his bag in the back before helping you into the passenger seat.

The drive to the hospital was quiet. No music played as Christian held your hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb when he heard you breathing heavily due to another contraction. His fingers drummed nervously on the steering wheel as he waited for the traffic light to turn green.

Once you had arrived at the hospital, it was a whirlwind of events. Christian led you inside, explaining to the receptionist what was happening, and in an instant, they had you in a wheelchair, placing a ID band on your wrist and wheeling you to a hospital room. Before long they had you in a hospital gown, hooked up to all sorts of monitors and a nurse had come in to place an IV in your arm.

It all felt like it was happening too fast. Your head was spinning, overwhelmed by the sudden changes combined with the numerous emotions running through you right now. You were scared for the birthing process, excited to meet your little girl, worried that something would go wrong, hoping that your baby was healthy. Another contraction tore through you, and they were getting more intense and more frequent as time passed.

Christian pulled you from your spinning thoughts, sitting on the edge of your bed. His palm caressed your cheek softly, pulling your attention to him.

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m here with you, okay?” he reassured you. He could practically see the thoughts swirling in a cloud above your head as your eyes had been darting around the room of busy nurses as they prepared for the arrival of your little girl. A nurse stood at your bedside, hanging a bag of IV fluids to keep you hydrated. Another was wheeling in a small cot for the baby to be placed in upon her arrival. Another was organizing various tools on a cart near the edge of the room, ensuring that the doctor would have anything they may need.

Christian’s thumb stroked gently across your cheekbone. Your eyes finally settled on his soft features, and you immediately felt a little more grounded.

“What do you need right now?”

“I… I don’t know,” you breathed.

“That’s okay,” he smiled at you, kissing your forehead in hopes of calming your nerves. He rested his forehead on yours, keeping your attention on him instead of the anxiety-inducing whirlwind in the room around you. “You’re doing great.”

You smiled at him, taking a deep breath as you looked into each other’s eyes. The moment that you shared calmed your racing heart, signified by the slowed beeping of the heart monitor.

Unbeknownst to you both, an older nurse in the room had noticed the change, turning to see the two of you, foreheads pressed together as Christian whispered softly to you. She nudged the nurse next to her, a younger girl who was in the first years of her career, tilting her head toward the bed. The two of them shared a knowing look, smiling to themselves as they quietly went back to their work.

After the initial frenzy of getting checked in and put into a room, labor turned out to be a long, slow, and miserable process. Fitting, you thought, after the kind of pregnancy you’d had. The doctor had come in a few times to greet you and Christian and did a couple of exams to see how far along you were. Progress is slow, but it’s there, she’d told you.

Christian had changed out of his football kit and called both of your families to let them know what was going on, promising to keep them updated as things progressed. After that, he hadn’t left your side, holding your hand through long, painful contractions and feeding you ice chips in between.

After a long contraction ended, you began to relax, taking a breath and looking over to where he was sitting in a chair by your bed, elbows resting on the mattress while he held your hand in both of his. His soft brown eyes shone in the soft lighting, and you admired the freckles scattered over his nose and cheeks.

You pulled your hand from his, reaching up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing gently over his skin. He held your wrist, turning his head to quickly place a kiss to your palm. You felt your eyes get misty, tears springing to the surface.

“Thank you for being here,” you whispered, your lower lip wobbling as you spoke. “I couldn’t do this without you.”

“Are you kidding me? I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” he beamed at you, reaching across your body to hold your free hand. “I love you, Y/N. So, so much.”

“I love you, too Christian.” Before you could finish your sentence, another contraction began and you screwed your eyes shut, unable to stop the whimper that you let out. You felt Christian press his lips to your temple, now standing next to your head. He began whispering words of encouragement into your ears, talking you through the contraction.

A few more hours passed, and you were getting restless. You were desperate to be rid of the nearly constant discomfort and pain that you were feeling—desperate to hold your baby girl in your arms. You had gotten out of bed a couple of times, walking a couple of laps through the halls of the hospital with Christian after the doctor told you it could help relieve the intensity of your contractions and help move the progression of labor along more quickly. Christian walked slowly at your side, stopping and supporting you by your arms when another contraction would come.

Finally, back in the room, the doctor examined you one final time, letting you know that you were fully dilated and it was time to start pushing.

Anxiety ran through you immediately. Sure, you had spent the entire day wishing to be at this point so you could be finished with the whole process, but now, you were terrified.

Christian noticed the sudden change in your demeanor as the hospital staff began moving around the room again, preparing for your baby’s impending arrival. He took your face in his hands as he stood by the bed.

“Hey, it’s alright,” he repeated the same encouragement he gave you a few hours ago. “You can do this. I’m gonna be right here the whole time, okay? I’ve got you.” You nodded in response, but he could still see the worry in your eyes.

Everything was ready. The doctor was sitting in a chair at your feet, your legs placed in the stirrups of the bed. She talked you through what was about to happen, telling you to go ahead and push the next time you felt a contraction. You glanced towards Christian, and he smiled at you softly, nodding his head in encouragement. It wasn’t long before the first contraction hit and you begin pushing, crying out at the pain that seemed to tear its way through you.

Christian kept his promise, standing at your side the whole time. He held your hand, encouraging you to squeeze it as tightly as you needed to. He pressed soft kisses to your now-sweaty forehead, mumbling sweet encouragements in your ear about how incredible you were and how soon you were going to be able to hold your little girl.

What felt like hours (but had likely only been 20 minutes or so) had passed, and Christian could tell you were losing motivation. The nurses were doing their best to encourage you, patting your leg and cheering you on. It was a difficult process, but he thought you were doing it perfectly. You had never looked more beautiful than you did right now, he thought, in a drab, plain hospital gown, with sweat beading over your forehead, causing stray hairs to stick to it.

“I can see her head!” the doctor smiled up at the two of you from her seat at the end of the bed. “Keep going! You’re almost there!” With a renewed determination, you pushed hard, letting out a loud groan. Christian continued mumbling encouragement in your ear, using his free hand to brush the hairs out of your face, stroking his hand lovingly over then top of your head.

“One more! You’re almost done!” the doctor called out between contractions.

You breathed heavily, trying to relax in the short time of relief you had before the next contraction came.

“She’s almost here, baby! You’re doing amazing!” Christian said excitedly to you, a smile spreading over his face at the idea that you would be meeting your baby so soon. He brought your hand to his face, pressing a kiss to the back of it. He gave it a quick squeeze, encouraging you to make it through these last few moments.

It was another whirlwind of movement and emotions as you gave one final push and your baby was finally born. Her cries rang out into the room, and a wave of relief crashed over you. The doctor quickly placed the baby on your chest, a couple of soft towels wrapped around her as one of the nurses wiped over her face.

Several nurses called out their congratulations and encouragement, but you were just looking down at your baby.

Your little girl.

Her eyes were clamped shut, mouth open as she continued to wail. Her tiny fingers were grabbing at the skin of your chest as you held her tightly to you. You patted her back, trying to soothe her crying.

When you looked over at Christian, there were tears spilling down his cheeks, leaving trails in their wake that shone in the light. You used your thumb to wipe away another tear that had fallen. He brought his hand up to rest over yours on your baby’s back. She began to slowly calm down, her loud cries reduced to soft whimpers and coos, and you were sure the was the most adorable noise you had ever heard.

An hour later, Christian was sitting in the hospital bed beside you, cradling his daughter in his arms as you rested your head on his shoulder.

The nurses had taken her briefly to get her cleaned up. The umbilical cord had been cut and the placenta delivered. The doctor had gotten you cleaned up, stating that the birth had gone very well, with almost no unexpected damage done to your body, and you had finally been able to eat again.

You had fed your baby for the first time, and Christian marveled at the sight of it, enamored with the fact that you were able to produce your own milk to nourish her.

Christian had called some friends and family to let them know that the baby was here, and both of your parents were on their way over to meet their new granddaughter.

But for now, it was just the three of you: you, your loving husband, and your sweet, tiny daughter.

Christian put his arm around your shoulders, and you laid your head on his bare chest looking down to the sleeping baby. After a nurse had begun explaining the importance of skin-to-skin contact for bonding in the early days of your baby’s life, Christian had quickly torn his shirt over his head before taking the baby in his arms and cradling her against his chest. So now, he held you both in his arms, feeling his daughter’s soft breaths on his chest. You brought your hand up, nudging her hand, and she immediately wrapped her tiny little fingers around one of yours.

His heart seemed to swell with pride, feeling like it had grown 3 sizes that day. He thought that it couldn’t possibly be big enough to hold all of the love he felt for you both, feeling it spill over. His eyes felt misty as he looked down at you, wiggling your finger to bounce her hand slightly.

He kissed the top of your head, squeezing you both a little tighter. He felt completely content there with both of you in his arms.

His girls.

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Wanna Prove It? (Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader)

WC: 800+

Warnings/Tags: pure fluff

A/N: a short one cuz i need to get it out of my system lol. he really is gonna be a great dad one day to our children cuz christian and babies = 🫠😍💗💗💗! btw no it's not dad!pulisic (y'all gotta wait until christmas 😋). anyway hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍 (ps: if you want to be added in my taglist just lmk!)

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Christian and I are having a chill night in, and we spend most of the night laying on our couch with TV on. He gets up into the kitchen to get us some ice cream while I scroll through my Instagram feed on my phone – until I stumble across a video posted by USMNT of Matt Turner and Tim Ream answering a couple of "dad" questions. Just in time, Christian walks back into the living room holding a pint of ice cream and two spoons in his hands.

“Babe, have you seen the video USMNT just posted on Instagram?”

“What video?” He replies.

I show the post to him briefly as he sits back and puts the ice cream and spoons on the table in front of us.

“Oh it’s Matt and Tim! I thought it was another VW video I did!” He laughs. “ I haven’t seen it. Let me have a look.”

“Watch it until the end, I think you’re going to love it.” I suggest as I hand my phone and grab the ice cream.

He watches the short clip and makes some little comments during. He isn’t aware at the moment but from my point of view, excitement is written clearly on his face. There’s no denying he genuinely loves his national teammates (or as he usually calls them: buddies) – he does have some wonderful bonds with most of them.

“Yeah, I can see Joe and Brenden being terrific dads.” He agrees with one of Matt’s answers on the video.

“Wh- Aww, stop it.” Christian slightly blushes when Matt stated Christian would be a great dad and Tim agreed with it. “They’re so nice for saying that.”

“I do love their kids. They’re adorable and sweet!” He excitedly adds. “Also, who doesn’t love to hold babies!?”

“People who don’t like babies, I suppose.” I spontaneously answer him with a mouth full of ice cream – even though he doesn’t ask for one.

“Well, I think they are missing out on one of the best things in the world.” He comments back and it makes me chuckle.

I want to get more reaction from him so I ask him, “Do you think they’re right? That you’re going to be a great dad?”

“Uh…” He pauses. “Do you?”

“Hey, I asked you first!” I jokingly point my finger at him. “Don’t turn it back at me.”

“I mean, I hope I will…” He shyly hesitates. “But I don’t know. I don’t want to sound so cocky...”

“I know you will.” I wink at him.

His face suddenly turns pinkish red but his eyes lighten up so quickly.

“Y/N…”

“Say what you want Chris, but you know I’m right.” I try to convince him.

“Maybe…” Though he sounds unsure, he still agrees with me. “You know, I’m glad you think that way.”

With a spoon still in my mouth, I give him a little smile and nod my head. “Mmhm, you’re most welcome.”

The conversation ends there and we go back to finishing our pint of ice cream - or so I thought.

“You wanna prove it?” He breaks the brief silence.

“Huh.” I think I know what he’s implying but I’m not quite sure. “Prove what?”

“We can make a baby right now and prove I’m capable of being a great dad.” He smirks as he gently grabs my shoulder, pulls me closer then whispers in my ear, “We don’t need to wonder no more…”

Yup. That is exactly what I thought when he said “prove it”. Now it’s my face that turns so red and I nearly choke on my ice cream when he whispered so seductively. Oh, he surely knows how to get me good – what a cheeky man my boyfriend is!

“Christian Mate Pulisic!” I playfully gasp. “You can’t be serious!”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” He laughs seeing me so visibly flushed. “I am just offering something you and I both want, sweetheart.”

“Why are you so sure I want it?”

“Well, I mean, you literally talked about always wanting to have babies on our first date, didn’t you?” He states. “You can’t deny it. I remember every word you said, Y/N.”

“And I remember I specifically said one day when I’m finally ready, Chris!” I clarify his statement before he continues. “I am totally not there yet.”

“Okay, but you do want babies right? So my offer still stands.” He moves his eyebrows up and down while giving me a cheeky grin.

“Oh…” I cover my face and shake my head. “Of course but not now, babe! Besides, if I get pregnant today, it’ll be like… A teen pregnancy!”

“You’re in your 20s, Y/N!” He cackles at my remark.

“Still! I feel like I’m way too young to have a baby. I’m still one myself!” I jokingly whine.

“My God, Y/N, you are a baby.” He says sarcastically. “I’m just messing with you, my love.”

“I know, Chris, I’m not dumb.”

“Don’t worry, no need to rush, yeah? We can definitely wait.” He kisses my forehead. “‘Cause you’re the only baby mama I want.”

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