#julian alvarez blurb

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summary: you've known julian for almost your whole life. you've been in love with him too, for the same amount of time. confessing your feelings wasn't in your plans, at least not anytime soon, until a nosy friend in common puts your plans in jeopardy.

word count: 1.1k

author's note: i actually didn't know how to end this so its kinda bad kajsajs hope you like it anyways

"i see the way you look at him" enzo says behind your back, and you turn to greet him with a smile, even if whatever he had said to you just now left you confused. "what are you on about?" you try to dismiss him, scared now that everything you had wished to hide was, instead, lying on plain sight for everyone to see. for him to see. "he's just as oblivious as you" the benfica player, now representing his national team just like julian,  points out. "you're truly meant for eachother" he scoffs, and leaves, just as quick as he had come, leaving you with multiple questions and no clear answers.

you feel someone massaging your shoulders a bit, to try and ease the tension that had grown there after your previous exchange. the identity would remain unknown to you, if you hadn't sensed the smell of his aftershave. soft but manly, just like him. "you look like you have just seen a ghost" julian jokes, trying to lift your mood, but when nothing more than a forced chuckle comes out of your mouth, he starts to worry. "has something happened, amor?" you can only refuse, but your reaction doesn't convince him. "then what's wrong, bebé?" you smile, noticing how the amount of pet names he called you grew exponentially when you couldn't voice your concerns. "enzo just said something that left me thinking. it's alright, really" you offered now a more sincere smile, and he nodded, accepting your answer this time and not pushing the subject any longer. he figured that if he wanted to find more about what happened, he had to ask his teammate instead.

even if he hadn't truly seen the interaction between you two, it still bothered him a bit that you had reacted like this, figuring that if it left you this bothered then it would be something important. something important that you couldn't say to him, even when you two told eachother everything.

julián knew better than to mistrust enzo. after all, they had known eachother for years, going back all the way to river plate's lower divisions, keeping in touch even when the midfielder went away on loan. but there was a funny feeling in his stomach, eating him from inside. he needed to talk to him, and fast, to avoid his brain going into overload with the amount of tragic scenarios he was creating.

"what did you tell y/n today?" was the first thing julián said to enzo when he returned to their shared room in argentina's camp. "ni siquiera un 'hola, amigo, cómo estás?'" (not even a hi mate, how are you?) enzo quipped, but quickly got up from the bed when the funny, joking side of the forward player didn't come out at his pun. instead, his browns keep furrowed while he fixed his suitcase, getting ready to go back to argentina after winning the world cup, something the two of them had wished since they were kids.

"told her that I saw how she looks at you. that you're made for eachother" he said the truth, figuring that lying is way out of this would be almost impossible. but he also wanted his two friends to finally take their sunglasses off and see what everyone else could: that they were, in fact, hopelessly in love with eachother. so in love that it blinded them, that it didn't allow you two to see the endless possibilities of you two being together, if only one of you could finally make the call.

"sos un boludo!" (you're an asshole!) julián screamed at his friend, which left him startled, not expecting this kind of reaction to the news. "she looked like she had seen a ghost when I went to her. she obviously doesn't like me, and now everything's ruined" he whined, seating himself on the floor against the bed. enzo quickly went to hug him, not knowing if he was crying or not behind the hands that covered his face. "look, it was a joke. i'm sure she knows I was only messing around, like always. maybe she  reacted like that because she had a bad day and wasn't in the mood for jokes. if you want i can go talk to her-" the man city player quickly got his arms, forcing the player in front of him to sit back where he was. "i'm sorry for screaming. but it's fine, you did enough. i'll go".

the truth was that julian had imagined many times how finally confessing his feelings would be. he thought about doing it when he first had to move to join river plate, but back then you two were so young. he thought about it every time he came back to town for the holidays. but he never could visualize an scenario where you reciprocated his feelings: he always pictured you running away, and hating him for ruining something so good.

his legs alone led him to your room while he was thinking about all that stuff. still now, while looking at the door and deciding if this was the right thing to do, he wasn't sure what he would say to you once he got to see your face. still, he lifted his hand and was about to knock at your door, and each time, he backed off. julian was sure he looked like those japanese figurines of cats that were believed to bring good luck to their owners. oh, how he needed that kind of luck now. but any thought he could've had disappeared once the door opened, and it left him confused for a second. he hadn't knocked, had he?

just like him, you were confused when you bumped into someone, not recognizing who could have been at your door. once you had taken a step back, you realized who it was. “oh, hi, julian. i was going to your room too. i need to speak to you about something” you quietly say, moving outside of the door frame so he could come in. julian simply nodded, positioning himself in the middle of the room, awkwardly standing. you closed the door, while he muttered quietly “i was here to talk about something too”. anticipation started to raise in your bones, afraid that he was about to confront you about your feelings before you had a chance to explain. “do you want to go first?”.

“why not at the same time?" you chuckled at his suggestion, reminding yourself of the many times you repeated these antics to avoid being the one that talks first. still, you agreed, because at least it would buy you some time if everything went sour after what you needed to say to him. the two of you started the countdown, and when it reached 0, you both spoke up.

“estoy enamorado de vos” (i’m in love with you).

“enzo tenía razón” (enzo was right). at julian’s confused reaction, you just laughed, aware that he probably didn’t understand what you meant. “yo también estoy enamorada de vos. been for a while, actually”. (i’m in love with you too).

[footballandfics]

heyyy🫶🏽, can you do something w julian alvarez? Like something cute maybe he’s too shy to introduce his gf to his teammates. thank you🤍

sure thing !! thank you for requesting . i hope you like it <3 i didn't know if you meant his Argentinians teammates or mancity; so i picked for you haha

julian is a shy person with everything new to him

now he is in England

everything is new to him

the culture the people his new team mostly everything

but you met each other and it made it easier for both of you

you being a foreign student so you shared the unfamiliar feeling

that made your bond so much stronger

times flew and his international duties

he was hesitating to ask you to come with him

he always wants you around him

part of it because he is not sure if you'll agree

the other part bc he hasn't told anyone in team that he is in a relationship

annnd the nature of the Argentinians is teasing teasing and teasing

he knew that they'll go on for days

but he knew no pain no gain

so he asked you to fly with him after a cozy inside date

"my love i want to ask you something really important " he said while holding you hands and looking deeply in your eyes while sitting closely to each other

now you're nervous it could be anything and you felt how nervous he is "what is it ?"

"can you fly with me next month? you're my lucky charm and i'll feel more confident with you by my side " he said while caressing your face

"sure i would love to '' you hugged him and now you're sitting in his lap talking about what's going to be ahead for you both

flying back to argentine for two for the friendly games

the fly was long but most of the was spent to you to talking about how to spend your free time

holding hands all the time

getting to the hotel to rest and then both of you would meet juli's teammate

"i'm nervous ; what if they don't like me ? julie " hugging julian from behind while he's fixing his hair after a good nap and now both of you are getting ready

"of course they will but just so you know they would tease us a lot but don't worry it's harmless and just jokes " cupping your cheeks to reassure you then he kisses you very sweetly

"ready love? " he hold your hands

"yeah just let me grab my purse " both of you go down to the hotel's restaurant where everyone is meeting

most of the players were seated some of them with their partners

"wait now seeing them it makes me more nervous " holding julian's hand before entering

"no don't worry everything would be okay sweetheart" hugging you to reassure you

"is that julian alvarez ? who's that with you?"

the hug was broken when de paul was trying to enter the restaurant

"i didn't know you have a girlfriend julie why didn't you tell us lover boy " rodrigo was teasing julian

now both of you are blushing you for not really knowing what to say and julian for being caught of guard

and de paul looking at both of you and smirking then he shakes his head " ha julie you're not going to introduce us ?"

then you stepped up and offered your hand for a shake "i'm y/n ', nice to meet you " he shacked your hand smiling " i'm rodrigo de paul . nice to meet you too"

"will she's my girl i'm going to introduce her to everyone tonight" julian said to RDP

"yeah i'm aware ; i'll go in before you guys don't start anything before dinner " said RDP jokingly

"will that was extra awkward let's just enter " you said looking at julian

"yeah to face everyone one time is better " he hold your hand and finally both of you get to the table for the team

and some of them were smirking "julian finally became a man now " one said

"julian what a lucky man " another shimmed in

"okay guys stop let me introduce my girl to you and let us have dinner " julian said want to get this over with

hugging your shoulder " this y/n my girl , y/n those lunatics are the Argentine team " looking at you

"nice to meet you everyone " you said smiling looking at everyone

"hii julian's girl " all of them said in sync

you laughed it's kinda of ridicules to see them say that together like they planned it

"just sit down now i'm sure both of you are hungry" said messi

we finally sit down to have a nice dinner with everyone ; they were friendly and most of the time were cracking some jokes

trying to embarrass julian here and there

it was a nice night filled with laughs and music

" i don't know why i was nervous they're very nice " you whispered to julian who looked at you smiling and hugged you closer to him

"i was nervous you won't like them because of how they joke ; sometimes they take it too far "

"it's okay i'm a tough girl i can handle it ; i do like them . they're funny "

"i'm happy to hear that " looking at you lovingly

and this how your night was ending

[footballerimaginess]

well, if you write about it, i have one; maybe fluff, where their teammates find them sleeping together or pampering each other, something like that. thank you!

I am guessing this is for Julian Alvarez?

You were laying together in bed as you were in a hotel ready for Julian to prepare for the world cup final. You were kissing away as you heard a knock at the door as someone walked in. “What the-fuckkk” you heard as you covered your naked body up. “Knocking and waiting would’ve been nice bro” Julian shouted at Emi as he wrapped himself in a dressing gown as he was also naked. “Well, yeah I could have but I wasn’t expecting to walk in on you having sex” he shrugged as you could hear the other boys from outside the room giggling away as you hid your face in the duvet in embarrassment and wanting the ground to swallow you up right now. “Well knock next time and get out” he pushed them all out. “I am so sorry babe” he smirked as you were not impressed. “No don’t laugh” you tried not to also laugh. “It was funny ”he teased. 

[lorarri]

★ . . . 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 , 𝐉𝐀𝟏𝟗

summary , everybody thought you and charles were a thing turns out your fathers international teammate has something to say about that

pairing , julian alvarez x fem! messi! ferrari! f1 driver! reader

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user replied to your story!

you and charles are such a cute couple

user replied to your story!

are you guys dating?

user replied to your story!

is charles you bf?

user replied to your story!

what does your dad think about you dating charles?

nothing cuz we aren't dating

juliaanalvarez replied to your story!

hola bby

don't know why he is smiling at you like that

cuz I'm the one who left those hickies on your neck not him

baby you know we are just friends right 😭

yes but still....

you are still coming to the fa cup match right???

ofc bby

I'm legit getting on the flight rn

I wouldn't miss it for the world

text me when you land I'll come and pick you up

okay baby

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user replied to your story!

oh no my ship it's sinking

user replied to your story!

bae...that ain't charles

user replied to your story!

thank you for leaving charles for me

charles_leclerc replied to your story!

if he hurts you I will end him

I know char

thx bestie

np dumbass

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yourinstagram my man love me for more than just my last name

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[the-offside-rule]

Baby prompts!

These Prompts are SOLELY for the footballers, not for the drivers and once a player is requested, the prompt will be crossed off and the player will not be used again

1) Attending a baby scan - Pablo Gavi (FCBarcelona)

2) Learning how to wrap the baby in a blanket -Ben Chilwell (Chelsea FC)

3) Playing peek-a-boo while shopping - Pedri Gonzalez (FCBarcelona)

4) Taking a pregnancy test - Ruben Dias (Manchester City)

5) Overthinking parenting - Jude Bellingham (Real Madrid)

6) Good-cop Bad-cop parenting - Trent Alexander Arnold (Liverpool)

7) Singing a lullaby to the baby to make it sleep - Eric Garcia (FCBarcelona)

8) One of the parents waking up to tend to the baby - Kylian Mbappe (Paris Saint Germain)

9) Baby clothes shopping after having baby - Anthony Gordon (Newcastle United)

10) The baby's first match - Mason Mount (Manchester United)

11) Wearing their dad/mom's jersey - João Felix (Chelsea FC)

12) Family vacation - Leah Williamson (Arsenal)

13) Pregnancy cravings - Dominik Szoboszlai (Liverpool)

14) The team giving a team onesie - Jack Grealish (Manchester City)

15) Post title win celebrations - Ferran Torres (FCBarcelona)

Also, if you have any baby Prompt ideas, send them along anyways x

[httpsdana]

Since it's the father's day tommorow(at least for me), can you do something with Julián Álvarez? Having a secret child with him and letting everyone know during the ucl final would be super cute.

I totally didn't have a dream about this and now needed it to be written lol.

Champion~Julian Alvarez

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

FIRST REQUEST FOR JULIAN OMG. I LOVE THIS BOY SM. anyways I don't think tomorrow is father's day here but we move on I'm writing this. this is rushed I'm sorry but hope you enjoy <33

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y/n and Julian had a child of 6 months now. The couple were young and definitely didn't expect a baby at such a young age, but they never regreted it. Their child only made their bond stronger.

They went public years ago, before Julian had all the attention on him like now. But they never posted anything about their child, wanting their kid to have a peaceful and normal childhood before being dragged into the life of social media

"if we win tonight, everyone's knowing about our baby boy" were Julian's words before leaving for Istanbul.

y/n wanted Man City to win. She wanted to see her boyfriend winning 4 trophies this season. She didn't mind showing off her kid and she was actually quite excited

y/n watched the match from the locker room. not wanting her child to hear all the noises from the stadium. They weren't as loud in the lockers.

"yes!" y/n screamed when Rodri scored the opening goal, feeling her heart beat against her chest rapidly.

Her child, Diego, looked up at her with wide eyes, before he started giggling. y/n smiled and leaned down to were he was sat in his car seat that they got.

"they're almost there mi amor. they're almost there" she mumbled, soothing his brown hair with her fingers

He was a mini version of Julian, same smile same eyes same hair and same everything. She was glad he for these these features from his father

y/n jumped up as the final whistle was blown. Tears started streaming down her face before she grabbed her child and started kissing his face

"they did it baby. they're champions" she mumbled, showering his fave with kisses

She wiped her tears and waited a bit before she was allowed on the pitch

As soon as she stepped on the field, Julian's eyes were on them. He ran to them, giving them a huge hug.

"you did it baby. you're a champion. for the fourth time" she whispered in his ear, tightening her grip around his neck

He pulled away and kissed her lips passionately. Wiping her tears away and kissing her cheeks. He took Diego from her arms and grabbed her hand, interlocking their fingers

"lets introduce him to the team yeah?" he asked with a smile. y/n nodded and walked with him.

Everyone was surprised to see Julian with a kid, but they all welcomed him with love.

the comments consisted of "he's just like you" or "what a cutie he is" or "congratulations! he's gonna have the best parents"

"oh my god Julian you have baby?!" Ronnie, Phil's child, said in pure shock. y/n giggled at the young boy, scooping him in her arms and lifting him so he was at the same level as Diego

"yes Ronnie. this is Diego" he moved Diego closer to him, in which Ronnie leaned in and touched his hair

He gasped in surprise

"his hair is so soft. not like yours" he said, keeping his fingers in Diego's hair

y/n laughed at his comment, before kissing his cheek and putting him down

"let's take a picture with the trophy" Julian said, walking to were the trophy was

The picture was taken and posted on Instagram hours later, and the love Diego got from Julian's fans was undescribable.

[varanest]

call me on the line, call me any, any time (julián álvarez)

a/n: hi peeps, my writer´s block is finally gone and i don´t wanna jinx it but i hope i post at least once a week. any feedback, suggestions, or comments will be gladly appreciated. 

“Don’t call me when you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk.”

“Okay. Spell: handkerchief.”

“Shit, I can’t even spell that when sober.”

“So you are drunk?”

Pause. “Fuck.”

Julián turns over in the bathtub. The porcelain is cool against his warm cheek. He stares at the bottles lined along the edge. Shampoo. Hair conditioner. Three empty beer cans. Face-wash. A miniature red wine. Shave cream. Soap. Soda. He cradles a bottle of fernet. It’s half-empty. He can taste it on his lips. Bitter, sweet, herbaceous, and spicy. Perfect, like sticky barbecue ribs on a summer day. He remembers it:

Smell of sun lotion. Taste of beer. Her tangled hair sticking to her lip-gloss. The way she laughed at everything he said.

“Are you asleep?”

“What?” Julián jerks up. His eyelids feel heavy, like someone has taped them shut. He blinks several times. The world is still blurry. “Am I what?”

“I could hear you snore.”

“No.” Maybe. “It’s music. I’m at a party.” He holds his phone into the air, hoping to catch the beat. It echoes through the house. Dun-dun-dundun-duh. The DJ is making the floor vibrate. Even the bathtub quivers. It makes him feel sick. He suppresses the need to vomit. “Hear that?”

“I can hear you groaning.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Not in a sexy way, Julián. Like you’re dying.”

“I do feel like I’m-” Dying, yes, like I’m about to choke on my own spit. The world is spinning. Maybe if I moved it would counteract it. Oops, no, that definitely made it worse. Shit, am I about to be sick? I can’t be sick. Not on the phone to Sierra. She’ll block my number. She’ll block my number if I tell her how bad I feel. I can’t say I’m dying. But I’ve already started talking. I do feel like I’m what? Like I’m what? Flying. Dying sounds like flying. Genius. “-flying.” No, now I definitely sound drunk.

“Flying?”

“Never mind.” Julián lies flat on his back and stares at the ceiling. It´s white, just like the ceiling back at the flat they used to share. He remembers it:

Sierra washing his back, shampooing his hair. Him shaving her legs, Sierra giggling because he missed a spot. Whispers of: you’re the one that I want. Whispers of:

“I miss you.”

The silence is loud. Julián swallows. It’s like his words echo in the bathroom: I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you. But it’s just Blink 182 playing below. The DJ has gone rogue. Tom Delonge’s voice serenade his miserable existence:

Where are you? And I’m so sorry. I cannot sleep-

“Wow,” she sounds amused, “some soundtrack you’ve got going there.”

“Ha. Yeah.” Pause. “Did I actually-”

“Say that you miss me? Sure did.”

Fuck. “Right.” Fuckhead. “Cool.” Twat. Dick. Idiot. Julián has another gulp of the fernet. It settles in his chin like a coating of oil. Or maybe the showerhead is dripping. His whole body feels like liquid, like he can’t fully control it, just like he can’t fully control the question: “Do you miss me too?” Fuck. Fuckhead. Twat. Dick. Idiot.

“Julián-”

“Sorry. Don’t answer.”

“You know-”

“Unless it’s affirmative in which case: definitely answer.”

Pause. “Julián, you know that we-”

Sque-e-eak. Footsteps. Giggling and kissing. The door clicks shut. Someone says:

“I want to fuck you in over the sink.” Shuffling of fabrics. A moan, and then -

Julián battles himself up to peer over the edge of the tub. A young couple - girl partially undressed, man’s hand under her skirt - peers back at him. She screams, and he apologizes, and Julián says:

“Sorry, this one is taken,” as they’re already halfway out of the bathroom. The door slams shut.

Sierra asks: “What was that?”

“Someone walked in on me.”

“Where are you?”

“In a bathroom.”

“You’re calling me from the toilet?”

“No, bathtub, actually.”

Pause. “Why are you calling me, Julián?”

There are too many reasons. They swirl around Julián’s head, merge into one, then separate again. Hundreds of reasons. Thousands of reasons. Because I just wanted to hear your voice? Too soppy. Because I wanted to apologize? Too serious. Because I saw your recent Instagram photo and it made me really horny and I remembered when we used to - Too much - full stop.

Or maybe it’s because:

He misses the way they would dance, uncoordinated feet and all. Julian´s not a great dancer, and Sierra making fun of him because you´re Argentine, Juli, how don´t you know how to dance cumbia? Feet hurting, but not any more than their bellies hurt from laughing too much. Drunk kisses, hot touches, Sierra looking at him like he was the sun.  

He misses the way they would travel, in the car, no map and no sense of direction. They would eat breakfast in Manchester and dinner in Plymouth. They would set up camp on the beach and find their sleeping bags soaked by the tide in the morning. They counted the days by the sunrises - and they never missed one. Her eyes would glow so bright and full of optimism. He wonders if they still glimmer.

He misses the way they would love, sometimes roughly and sometimes slowly. Always together - always in tune. Her body was warm and wet and welcoming. He could worship her curves every day and never have enough. He feasted on her sex, on her breasts, on her lips, on her moans and on her pleasure. They glowed in the afterlight. So full of satisfaction, and so full of love.

He misses the way they would -  

“Julián.”

Julián goes quiet. He realizes he’s been speaking. There are pictures on his phone. From Buenos Aires, and from Manchester. And from his private album, of them, snuggled up in bed, duvet under their chins, cheeky grins on their faces. They’ve just made love, no doubt about it. But why did I have to say it out loud?

Julián swallows. He puts the phone back to his ear. He goes to take a swig of the bottle. It’s empty. He’s sticky with liquor. “Sierra,” he croaks. He wants to say more. Repeat everything that’s on his mind in eloquent, poetic ways. But it all comes down to the same: He misses the way they would dance, sing, travel, kiss, love, be.

He misses her.

I miss her.

“I miss you.”

Pause. “I miss you too.”

Julián sits upright. He’s too quick - the world spins and spins around him. He grabs a hold of the edge of the tub. Shampoo bottles and beer cans scatter across the floor. The DJ is playing Bad Bunny, Coco. The lyrics seem to penetrate his brain:

No puedo escuchar cancione' dе romance (I can't listen to love songs) Me cansé que dе pensar en ti no me canse (I'm tired of not getting tired of thinking of you) El último pétalo me dijo que aún hay chance (The last petal told me that there's still a chance) No sé si e'verdad, pero si va' a volver, avance (I don't know if it's true, but if you’re coming back, come forward)

“You do?”

“Of course I do.”

“Wow.” Julián stares at the wall tiles. They have not been done well. Some are askew. Two of them have been placed the wrong way, disturbing the pattern. He can’t seem to look away from them. “Wow,” he mutters again, “Sierra, I never-”

“-knew? Why would you. We never talk. Unless you’re drunk.”

“I’m not-” Julián takes a deep breath. He can taste his breakfast. He slowly settles back down into the bathtub. The ceiling looms above. A fly is crawling across it, quivering in the flickering orange light from the lamp. “Maybe I am a bit drunk.”

“Oh!” Sierra laughs. “Oh, you admitted it.”

“A bit,” Julián empathizes. He’ll have a banging headache in the morning. He will feel crippled for days. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. Her voice soothes him.

“I’m also a bit drunk.”

Julián barks a laugh. “You are?”

“I guess we’ll both regret this in the morning.”

No, Julián thinks, but he doesn’t say it. He lets the silence wash in over them for a bit. Drip-drip-drip. The showerhead is leaking. He blinks water out of his eyes. He croaks: “Why did we split?”

“You know why.”

“I don’t. The arguments? It doesn’t matter really, does it?”

“We’re just too… dissimilar.”

“No, we’re similar. We are very similar.”

“Sometimes that’s worse.”

“Sometimes that’s better.”

Sigh. “See? We are arguing again.”

“No, Sierra, we are communicating.”

“When did you become such a therapist?”

“After my second shot of tequila.”

She laughs. It’s a beautiful sound. It seems to echo through the room. As if it travels with the music downstairs. It’s slow now. Slow, and romantic. He remembers:

“Do you remember when we went to Anto and Leo´s wedding? They were playing that song. Ah, what’s it called… listen-” he waves the phone, tries to catch the music, “hear that? It’s- Adele, that’s her name, yeah, Adele. There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do, to make you feel my love. They were playing that, do you remember? And they were dancing. And we sneaked outside, and we were going to fu- make love behind the barn, but then you saw that falling star, and we ended up just sitting in the field making wishes.” Pause. “Do you remember?”

There’s a long wait. For a moment, Julián thinks she’s hung up. When she speaks: “I remember,” her voice sounds wet.

“Do you know what I wished for?” Julián asks.

There’s an even longer wait. “What?”

“You.”

“Don’t be daft.”

“Why?”

“We were already together then.”

“Aye, and I wanted to keep it that way.”

She laughs. “Well, that didn’t work out.”

“No,” Julián admits, “it didn’t.” It’s kind of funny, he supposes, it’s kind of not funny. He wants to laugh and be casual about it, but if he tries to smile, he’ll start sobbing, and if he starts sobbing, he’ll start crying, and if he starts crying, then she’ll definitely hang up on me. He buries his face in his arm. The darkness soothes him. He could sleep - forever, and forever, and tomorrow will be a new sunrise. But it won’t be with her.

Sierra asks: “Do you know what I wished for?”

He mutters: “What?”

“For you to fuck me.”

He laughs, and it makes him sob. Just fucking typical - very sexy of me. “You wished for me to fuck you?” He can’t believe it.

“You were just so fascinated with the stars. Like, you wouldn’t look away from them, and so we just sat there as you talked about the constellations and some Greek guy-”

“Ptolemy,” Julián remembers.

“-and all I wanted was to get bent over the haystack.” She pauses. “See, dissimilar.”

“Dissimilar,” Julián admits.

“All those cheap dates in Manchester, when I just wanted you to let me pay for cinema tickets. But you were too proud. And all those car-rides, oh God, Julián, the car rides. I just wanted to jump on a train so we could both enjoy the journey and not constantly get stuck in traffic.”

“Huh. I remember it rather differently.”

“Of course you do.” Sigh. “That’s what I like about you, you know? You always remember the fun.”

“It doesn’t sound like you had fun.”

“I did.” Pause. “But it would’ve been nice to do things my way sometimes, you know?”

“I know,” Julián realizes. I know. Fuck. Fuckhead. Twat. Dick. Idiot. Of course I know.

“Could we try that?”

“Try what?”

“Doing things my way.”

It sounds like a proposition. His heart leaps in his chest. “You mean-”

Sque-e-eak. Footsteps. The door opens and shuts. Julián battles himself up to peer over the edge of the tub. He stares at Sierra - wet cheeks, small smile on her lips, mobile pressed to her ear - and she stares at him as she says:

“I mean: no more calling me when you’re drunk.”

Pause. “Roger that.” Julián hangs up. He slowly puts his mobile away in the pocket of his trousers. He’s still peering at her, apprehensive. His body is liquid. Or maybe just his eyes. They seem to drip-drip-drip like the showerhead. “What are you…?”

“What are you doing,” she returns the question. She kneels next to the tub, picks up the miniature wine, shakes it in her hand. “Empty.” She pulls the bottle of fernet out of the tub. “Empty.”

“It’s mostly in my chin.”

“Charming.” She rests against the tub, her cheek squeezed, perfectly round and peachy in her hand. She looks at him, an expression of exhaustion and content. “What am I doing here?” she asks the question for him. “Didn’t think I’d miss the world cup celebration, did you?”

“World cup…” Pieces start coming together. His mind wanders of, what DJ at a party would play Blink 182? “Some shitty DJ they hired”.

Sierra laughs. There it is again: the perfect sound. It soothes his aching head.

Julián manages to reach over and grab her hand between his own. “I’m sorry,” he says.

“What for?”

Pause. “Everything.”

Sierra nods. “Me too. I’m also sorry. About everything.” She looks at his hand. She looks at him. And her eyes send him back to the sunrises: glimmering violet, full of warmth and optimism. A new day. A new chance.  

A new kiss.  

It is gentle, almost a peck, but it is there. On his lips. He tastes of fernet. She tastes of wine. The air is thick with perfume and aftershave and memories. When she climbs into the tub, she fits perfectly into the crook of his arm. As if they were always there, together, resting in a bathtub, watching the white ceiling, listening to the DJ announce:

“Everybody hit the dance floor!”  

Aquella feroz sesión de testosterona en que las hormonas formaron parte del bello arte del beso al cuello, le puso el sello que aquella noche, después del coche, todo iba a ser fenomenal

“Fucking hell - how romantic!”

Sierra laughs. She wraps her arm around him and closes her eyes. “Let’s head down in a second,” she suggests.

Julián too closes his eyes. “Yes,” he agrees, “in a second.” It seems like seconds. Seconds of memories:

- First kiss as the fireworks set off at midnight, and

- Skinny-dipping in the lake behind the house, and

- Arguing about what TV show to watch, and

- “Delete that photo, I look awful!”, and

- Long, long walks up and down the pier, and

- “I’m sorry, this isn’t working,” and

- Solo dinners in front of the TV with nothing to watch, and

- Drunk texts, drunk calls, drunk everything, and

- I wish I could do things over, and

the party has long finished by the time he wakes up, bleary-eyed, thirsty, in the need of a piss and breakfast.

But first things first, he dials a number.

Sierra stirs next to him. She’s frazzled - hair sticking out everywhere, sleep in her eyes, dress crinkled and marked with spots of wine. She picks up her phone. She mutters: “‘ello?”

“I’m sober,” Julián says.

Sierra looks up at him. “Spell: handkerchief.”

“H-A-N-D-K-E-R-C-H-I-E-F.” Pause. “Am I right?”

“I don’t know, I’m not a dictionary.”

They laugh. They laugh so much it hurts, and Julián’s head swims, and his knees ache, but he feels good. So, so good. Like he could take on the world. After a good, greasy breakfast. He smiles at her, and she smiles back at him, and when she asks:

“Do you want to try again?” and offers him her hand, he takes it and says:

“With you? Always.”

a/n: i´m begginggggg you guys to not be ghost readers! please let me know what you think here and read the rest of my works here. 

[p1astories]

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[juli19varez]

WELCOME! 🥂

hi! im lia, brazilian, writer, football fan (a huge one), hanbin's lover, deobi, a big big big fan of foden, alejandro balde, julian alvarez and pablo gavi.

manchester city, fc barcelona and grêmio obsessed.

REQUESTS: OPEN! also use the inbox to chat with me, send anything that's on your mind, and i will reply!

MASTERLIST: SOON!

CONTENT I WRITE: fluff, domestic blurbs, not at all smut, angst, bad ends. (could try portuguese content)

WHO I WRITE FOR: literally any player that doesn't play in manchester united or real madrid! also could try to write for some kpop male idols (if i don't know who is the player/idol i will try doing it with research)

THANKS FOR READING! 💙

[footballandfics]

julian girl here again😩 so imagine this….. he’s in a game all serious then he see his gf (aka us) wearing his shirt and he gets so flustered so he starts to play bad then his teammates (man city since he doesn’t play there alot) starts asking him why and he’s so shy SHSIDNDISNAIA i love him😔

Dying at aka us but you're right

Thank you for requesting, this was fun to write.💗

Julian had asked you to come to his game for the first time.

It was a very important game for him and the team.

It was the semifinal for the FA cup

You are there cheering for him and his team

He didn't see you yet

But you saw him search for you in the crowds

The few times he could look away from the ball

It was draw

2-2

Julian scored an amazing goal

The other goal was scored by haaland

Finally it seems like he saw you

And from his reaction

He definitely notices that you're wearing his shirt

Because after he saw you he lost the ball and the opposite team stopped man city's attack

Then he nearly falls when he starts running

Luckily his mistakes didn't lead to any goal

And now the first half of the game is over

Grealish his teammate

"Who was that guy in the last five minutes"

Jokes with julian

"Yeah if he didn't score I was going to think they paid him"foden adds

"Sorry guys I just.." julian didn't finish his sentence feeling shy and flustered

How can he say his mistakes are because of his girlfriend watching him play

And wearing his shirt

Like a teenager in love they'll never let him forget this moment

He wants to see you closer

But he can't

He needs to focus on the game or else pep would sub him off

"The world champion coming back in this half right?" Grealish teases again

"Yeah it just was I saw my girlfriend .." he couldn't continue and teasing sounds starts

"It's the misses fault, we should ask pep to ban her from coming"

Grealish teases again

"No it's just the first time she sees me play in official game at least"

"I'm kidding Julie, I know you're going to score again today"

Which he did

Minute 87 he scores again

The winning goal

And celebrate it towards where you're sitting

While he's pointing at you

The game ends

3-2

Man city winning

And they're set to the final

[footballerimaginess]

Reader, Julián and their son/daughter celebrating the World cup win on the pitch after the final? They had the child when they were teenagers so the child is a bit older and can grasp what just happend?

"Let's go see Papa" you smiled, grabbing your 7 year old hand as you made it away to the pitch to celebrate Julian winning the world cup. "Daddddd" he shouted as he made his way to Julian as he jumped in his arms as you captured the moment on your phone. "I'm so proud of you baby" you whispered as you gave him the biggest cuddle. "I am so happy you got to see this" Julian muttered as he gave you a squeeze. "I would never miss this, it is amazing to witness and I am so so proud of you" you cuddled him as tightly as you could.

[the-offside-rule]

Julian Alvarez (Manchedter City) - Feliz Navidad

Christmas [From The Vault]

was a crisp Christmas morning, and Julian Alvarez couldn't wait to surprise his girlfriend Y/n with a special serenade. As Y/n peacefully slept, Julian tiptoed into the room, guitar in hand, ready to sing "Feliz Navidad" and make her day merry and bright.

As Julian pressed play on his phone that was connected to his speaker, the magic of the moment was suddenly interrupted by a random glitch sound. He pressed pause on his phone but the music didn't stop. It stopped on the phone but somehow was still playing on the speaker. The speaker broke mid-song, leaving the melody on an endless loop. "Julian?" He jumped. Y/n had groggily woke up to the unexpected serenade malfunction.

Julian chuckled nervously. "Well, I guess we're having an all-day Christmas concert, mi amor." He said leaning down to kiss his beautiful girlfriend. "I always wanted a personal Christmas soundtrack, but this is a bit much, don't you think?" Y/n replied playfully with a sleepy smile still on her face.

Throughout the day, they tried to fix the speaker, but the relentless "Feliz Navidad" persisted. They embraced the absurdity of the situation, turning it into a day of laughter and lighthearted jokes."Looks like I've become the human jukebox, serenading you 24/7." Julian joked as Y/n was making their breakfast. "I hope you know the entire song by heart, because it seems like we're in for a marathon."

They transformed the unexpected soundtrack into a dance party, a cooking accompaniment, and even a background for their present exchange. Friends and family joined the festive chaos, and soon, "Feliz Navidad" became the unconventional anthem of their joyous Christmas celebration.

As the day neared its end, the broken speaker finally succumbed to exhaustion. Julian and Y/n shared a quiet moment, appreciating the uniqueness of their Christmas and the memories created through the unending serenade. "Well, that was definitely a Christmas to remember." Julian joked. Y/n smiled. "Who needs perfection when you have a day filled with laughter, love, and an unstoppable holiday soundtrack? Definitely a story for the books."

And so, surrounded by the echoes of "Feliz Navidad," Julian and Y/n embraced the quirks of their Christmas tale, grateful for the unexpected joy it brought into their lives.

[the-offside-rule]

Hey everyone! I have 2 prompts left off of the baby promptlist

Please keep in mind, you cannot request players that have already been requested with the prompts I have, but if you have your own ideas for players (using baby related prompts), feel free to go ahead and request!

[footballerimaginess]

This Week’s Blurbs Hour

These are all of the blurbs I have written this week, enjoy!  Snow Angels - Darwin Nunez  Snow People - John Stones  Watching The Snow - Rodrigo De Paul  World Cup - Ruben Dias  Sofa Day - Antoine Griezmann  Snow - Jan Oblak  Hot Chocolate - Mats Hummels  Panic Attack - Pablo Gavi  Walking In - Julian Alvarez  Proposal - Rodrigo De Paul  Losing - Ruben Dias  Pregnancy - Sergio Auergo  Jealous - Emiliano Martinez  Penalty - Rodrigo De Paul  Flowers - John Stones  New Year Kiss - Virgil Van Dijk  City Shirt - John Stones  Snow Day - Mason Mount  Holiday - Ben Chilwell  Snow - Pablo Gavi  Pregnant - Rodrigo De Paul  Argentina - Rodrigo De Paul  Short - Emiliano Martinez 

[footballerimaginess]

hi!! are you still taking christmas blurbs? if so can i request one for julian alvarez?

Hi, sorry I won't be writing anymore Christmas blurbs. xx

[alleyahah]

The author is simply the best<3

Since it's the father's day tommorow(at least for me), can you do something with Julián Álvarez? Having a secret child with him and letting everyone know during the ucl final would be super cute.

I totally didn't have a dream about this and now needed it to be written lol.

Champion~Julian Alvarez

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

FURST REQUEST FOR JULIAN OMG. I LOVE THIS BOY SM. anyways I don't think tomorrow is father's day here but we move on I'm writing this. this is rushed I'm sorry but hope you enjoy <33

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

players/drivers I write for

y/n and Julian had a child of 6 months now. The couple were young and definitely didn't expect a baby at such a young age, but they never regreted it. Their child only made their bind stronger.

They went public years ago, before Julian had all the attention on him like now. But they never posted anything about their child, wanting their kid to have a peaceful and normal childhood before being dragged into the life of social media

"if we win tonight, everyone's knowing about our baby boy" were Julian's words before leaving for Istanbul.

y/n wanted Man City to win. She wanted to see her boyfriend winning 4 trophies this season. She didn't mind showing off her kid and she was actually quite excited

y/n watched the match from the locker room. not wanting her child to hear all the noises from the stadium. They weren't as loud in the lockers.

"yes!" y/n screamed when Rodri scored the opening goal, feeling her heart beat against her chest rapidly.

Her child, Diego, looked up at her with wide eyes, before he started giggling. y/n smiled and leaned down to were he was sat in his car seat that they got.

"they're almost there mi amor. they're almost there" she mumbled, soothing his brown hair with her fingers

He was a mini version of Julian, same smile same eyes same hair and smae everything. She was glad he for these these features from his father

y/n jumped up as the final whistle was blown. Tears started streaming down her face before she grabbed her child and started kissing his face

"they did it baby. they're champions" she mumbled, showering his fave with kisses

She wiped her tears and waited a bit before she was allowed on the pitch

As soon as she stepped on the field, Julian's eyes were on them. He ran to them, giving them a huge hug.

"you did it baby. you're a champion. for the fourth time" she whispered in his ear, tightening her grip around his neck

He pulled away and kissed her lips passionately. Wiping her tears away and kissing her cheeks. He took Diego from her arms and grabbed her hand, interlocking their fingers

"lets introduce him to the team yeah?" he asked with a smile. y/n nodded and walked with him.

Everyone was surprised to see Julian with a kid, but they all welcomed him with love.

the comments consisted of "he's just like you" or "what a cutie he is" or "congratulations! he's gonna have the best parents"

"oh my god Julian you have baby?!" Ronnie, Phil's child, said in pure shock. y/n giggled at the young boy, scooping him in her arms and lifting bin so he was at the same level as Diego

"yes Ronnie. this Diego" he moved Diego closer to him, in which Ronnie leaned in and touched his hair

He gasped in surprise

"his hair is so soft. not like yours" he said, keepi g his fingers in Diego's hair

y/n laughed at his comment, before kissing his cheek and putting him down

"let's take a picture with the trophy" Julian said, walking to were the trophy was

The picture was taken and posted on Instagram hours later, and the love Diego got from Julian's fans was undescribable.