#julian alvarez fanfic

[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?

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is charles you bf?

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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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oh no my ship it's sinking

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bae...that ain't charles

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thank you for leaving charles for me

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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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fortnight | julian alvarez

summary: you have to leave england in fifteen days for your dream job but then you met julian at a party

warnings: mentions of alcohol and being drunk

word count: 1,4k

a/n: this is my first attempt writing a one shot with low inspo so is not great but is kinda cute (also english is not my first language so there might be mistakes, sorry!)

you had managed to secure your dream job in barcelona fc and even though it was what you always wanted since you started your college path all those years ago, it also made you a bit sad that you were leaving england. chelsea has been your home for the past years, working with their male football club and making so many friends, including one enzo fernandez. he was probably your closest friend in the whole club since he was one of the very few that speak spanish so you both connected immediately. when you told him the news that you were moving he was incredibly proud of you and supportive, which made you feel grateful for having him as your friend.

“you know, we should celebrate that you got your dream job.” he said over lunch.

it was the first week of international break, where the guys would take a few weeks from playing in the european leagues and instead, they would be playing for their home countries.

“what do you suggest?” you asked. “hit a club with the guys?”

you and enzo were still in england since the argentina club was playing on chelsea for their first international match and you had to leave for barcelona in fifteen days.

“we could definitely do that.” he nodded with his signature smile. “i was also having some of the guys from the club over tonight, wanna come?”

“i thought most of them left already.” you frowned.

“from argentina.” he clarified. “most of them are here already so i was thinking of a chill reunion.” he smiled through his glass of water while you arch a brow.

“since when are your reunions chill?” you asked, skeptical. enzo just laughed. “is valentina gonna be there?” you smiled with anticipation. enzo’s girlfriend has lately become a very close friend of yours as well.

“yes, she’ll be there.” he rolled his eyes with a smile. he would joke saying that you were his friend first but it was valentina whom you had a stronger bond with.

“then of course i’ll go!” you said with enthusiasm, as if your mind wasn’t already set the moment he mentioned it.

if there was something about enzo, he knew how to party.

—

you knocked on enzo’s apartment door with a bottle of tequila on your hands that you knew for a fact was gonna be empty in an hour. he opened the door and greeted you with a smile, hugging you and inviting you to come in.

“everyone’s in the living room” the said while guiding you.

you arrived a bit later than he asked you to so you were convinced all of his friends were already there. you heard the noise of glasses clinking and voices laughing before you saw the group of people seated around the room. the apartment looked almost too small for the amount of people reunited at the same place. you recognized some of them from previous games, but you couldn’t place all of the guys. you assumed the women there were probably their girlfriends or wifes.

“y/n!” valentina jumped out of the couch were she was speaking to a gorgeous brunette to hug you.

“hey, you.” you smiled, hugging her back.

“guys this is y/n.” since everyone’s eyes were on you after valentina called your name, enzo introduced you. “she’s my friend.”

“hi.” you said, a slight shy smile on your face.

“come, sit down.” valentina guide you to the only place on the couch that was free, next to a guy about your age that you didn’t recognize. she sat down where she previously was and introduced you to the brunette girl and the guy next to her while everyone else went back to their conversations. “this is oriana and her boyfriend paulo.”

“nice to meet you.” you said, recognizing the guy from an italian club.

the three of them start making conversation with you, asking you questions about yourself and your job to get to know you a bit better. valentina told them about your friendship with her and enzo and your new job at barcelona.

“barcelona, that’s so cool!” oriana said with a spark on her eyes and she seemed genuinely happy for you.

“thank you!” you answered, equally excited. “it’s been my dream since forever.”

“when do you start?” paulo asked.

“oh i have to be there in two weeks.”

enzo interrupted your chat to ask you what you wanted to drink. you had to turn to your left to see him and finally locked eyes with the guy sitting at your side this whole time. he had chocolate eyes and was talking to the guy sitting next to him, but he was now looking at you. instead of answering enzo's question, you smiled at him.  

“what are you drinking?” he lifted his beer.

“heineken.” he answered somewhat shy and you nodded. your cheeks blushed a little at the sound of his voice.

“is it good?” you asked stupidly, wanting to hear his voice again. he smiled.

“yeah, it’s good.” you imitate him and looked at enzo.

“a heineken i guess.”

“i though you wanted some of the tequila you brought?” he asked instead.

“oh!” valentina interjected. “i make some killer margaritas.” she looked at you with big pleading eyes. you chuckled and instead of answering her, you turned to the guy on your left again.

“should we try them?”

“oh for sure.” he said convinced. “i’ve tried them before, they’re great.”

“margaritas then.” you smiled at valentina and she went straight to the kitchen with enzo. you looked back at him, finding his eyes on you already. “what is your name?”

“julian.” he said, drinking the last bit of his beer. “you’re y/n, no?” you nodded. “how do you know enzo?”

you went on to explain the story of how you meet and then julian told you his. the conversation with him flowed easily, he was a bit shy at first but once he let loose he was really funny, you found yourself laughing at all of his jokes and fixing your hair more times than usual. and you really, really liked the sound of his voice. is this what having a crush feels like? you haven’t had one in so long you actually might’ve forgotten.

“margaritas for two.” the sound of valentina’s voice interrupted your talk as she handed you your drink.

“thank you.” you said taking a sip. it was rather strong, but just as good as both valentina and julian had promised. “this is very good.” you complimented and your friend smiled, satisfied.

in no time, the one margarita became two and then three and julian and you were definitely tipsy. not drunk enough to be embarrassing but definitely enough to lose all shame.

“you have a beautiful smile.” he said suddenly. you smiled unconsciously. “sorry if it’s too straightforward, i’ve wanted to say that since i saw you.” you shook your head.

“no, it’s fine, thank you.” you felt your cheeks blush a little and thanked enzo internally for keeping the lights dim on the apartment.

“can i confess something else now that i’m a little drunk?” you were a bit surprised to see what a couple of margaritas could do to get rid of his shyness, but you couldn’t complain.

“please.” you encouraged him.

“i hate that i just met you and now you’re leaving to spain.” he said. “i wish i met you sooner.” he took a sip from his third margarita and you did the same.

“you know, i still have two weeks here.” you gave him a knowing look and he returned it. “when are you free?”

“tomorrow.” he answered a bit too fast and you smiled the way he liked. he composed himself and clear his throat. “i mean, yeah, any time until the game, which is in four days.” you nodded while drinking again. “which you should come to, but the way.”

“enzo invited me to the game.“ you said because you forgot to tell him sooner.

“oh, then i guess i can see you the whole week.” this time you laughed and he smiled a little.

the feeling was a bit strange because you’ve know julian for about three hours now, but you felt like you’ve know him for years and you wanted to hang out with him as much as he wanted to hang out with you. he was interesting and smart and funny and, fortunately for you, incredibly handsome.

“deal.” you said, finishing your margarita.

[julianalvarez9]

yellow / julián álvarez

summary: your mood isn't the best when your sister, the one who almost dragged you into the etihad stadium to watch coldplay, bails in the last minute. although the show wasn't bad, the highlight of the night was someone else.

wc: 1.8k words

author's note: don't ask me how i wrote so much with the 17 sec video we got from emilia. i thought it was cute so here you go!! this is so self indulgent it's insane but I DON'T CARE kajskajsk

you plopped down ungracefully into the seat, annoyed. apart from checking that the seat was the one you were supposed to be seated at, you weren't even watching your surroundings, too engrossed in the conversation you were having with your sister.

[you] said: what do you mean you've upgraded your seat?

[you] said: what about me?

[ana] said: you don't even like coldplay!

yes, it was true: you were dragged to the etihad stadium to see the band solely because your sister, ana, who worked with the man city team had gotten ahold of some tickets, and as she didn't want to go on her own, she practically begged you to come with her. as the younger sister, you would do anything for her, so you complied. but now, with the news that she wouldn't be joining you, the idea of getting up from your seat and going home was too compelling to ignore.

[ana] said: you can't go back home, though. i came with you, remember?

you could have screamed out loud, god and the rest of the souls close to where you are forbid you, if it wasn't for the cute guy that sat beside you. you couldn’t prevent your thoughts from reminiscing about taylor swift’s lyric given the boyish look that he had, with the plain white shirt joined with a grayish jacket he was wearing. “is this seat taken?” he asked kindly, signaling to your right -where your sister should be-, and you shook your head.

[you] said: you’re lucky the cutest guy in the whole fucking stadium has just sit on your place

[you] said: otherwise i would have left already

[you] said: are you talking about rúben dias?

you huff out a laugh before locking your phone for good, and focusing on the man who was seated by your side. “my sister was supposed to be on your seat”, you clarify, waving a bit your phone in the air to explain what you were laughing about. he has a confused look on his face now, wiping away the cute smile he previously had on, and you rush to explain that he’s allowed to sit there. “but she’s clearly not, so you’re good to go”.

he’s a bit more shy this time, you notice, and his english comes a bit more rough. “i’m sorry, can you speak a bit… slower? i’m not from here, and-”. you stop him with your wavering hands, and you curse yourself out for, maybe, being too enthusiastic about it, but you were never one to avoid casual conversation. much less with a stranger this cute. “wait, where are you from?”.

“argentina” he says, and you widen your eyes in response. “argentina!” you repeat effusively, clapping your hands, and although some people turn around to see what the noise is about, you don’t really care. the sight of the boy in front of you, cheeks slightly rosy due to your enthusiasm was all you could focus on. “español, no? hablo un poquito” (spanish, right? i speak a tiny bit) you say, pinching your fingers together with a very small space between, emphasizing it’s a tiny amount, and he laughs. it’s the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard, and you have to direct your eyes elsewhere to avoid your cheeks from hurting due to how big you’re smiling.

soon enough, the concert starts, cutting short you conversation with the handsome guy at your right. you notice, by this point, that you never asked for his name, and in return, he doesn't know yours either, so you have to swallow the disappointment of never seeing him again after the two hours are up. were you being dramatic? yes. could you ask for his name now? again, yes. why weren’t you doing it, then?

your thoughts bring you back to the etihad after having wandered away when you hear the familiar song, and your gaze shifts onto the wristband you’re wearing, that is now tinted in yellow. “i know this one! conozco esta!” you almost scream into his ear so he can listen to you, and he smiles, nodding enthusiastically. the whole stadium lights up, and it's a beautiful sight to see, how everyone has their arms up to enjoy the music and, at the same time, be a part of the yellow sea that paints all-over the normally light blue stadium.

always having protested against those who oppose filming concerts, you take your phone out of your pocket and proceed to open the camera on instagram. it’s still the first verse, though, so you wait until the all-too-familiar “and it was all yellow” line hits to start filming. the soft yellow glow that shines through the etihad takes your breath away in the most beautiful way, and even if you’re trying to avoid screaming your lungs out to the lyrics to avoid ruining the video, the impulse to do so is just too much. you don't just film the stage where the band is, but also the whole sight of the stadium, and you pan to your right side just in time to catch the beautiful stranger singing the “you know i love you so” part with the most beautiful smile on his face.

you don’t even realize when you post the story but you do, fingers still tingly from the warmth that spread through your body at hearing the words. they weren’t even his own, but chris martin’s, but still, something about him made you believe love at first sight might be a thing.

all nice things must end, unfortunately, because soon enough the once awaited but now dreaded ending of the show has arrived. he’s about to tell you something, you realize, but your phone starts ringing and the screen screams your sister’s name. he nods, encouraging you to take the call, and you do so, not before mouthing “mi hermana” (my sister) as to which he nods again, understandingly. 

you almost can’t understand her through the screams, barely a “best concert of my life!” and “they’re awesome!” being identified in the endless stream of unrecognizable words. its not long, though, until she finally tells you the information you didn’t want to hear. “i’m already in the car, where are you? thought you would’ve been seated and ready to go by now” she giggles, and you have to fake a laugh too, eyeing the beautiful man who was waiting for you at your side, while being on his phone to distract himself from spying onto your call. “yeah, well…” you try to explain, but it’s useless. “it’s late, y/n, i have work tomorrow!”. you sigh, defeated, and end the call after informing her that you would be with her in minutes.

he focuses on you now, after he sees you saving your phone into your front pocket, and his eyebrows furrow when he sees your deflated state, so different to what he had seen a couple of minutes hago. “i have to go,” you inform disappointingly, and he nods in understanding, even if you had said the sentence in english. “¿te puedo acompañar a tu auto? digo, no si te parece raro, solo-” (can i accompany to your car? i mean, not if you find it weird, just-). you find his ramble cute, although you don't quite grasp the words since he can speak so quickly in his mother tongue. still, the first part of the sentence has you nodding shyly, and you can’t thank enough these couple of minutes more that you gained by this.

you get there fast, unluckily, or at least faster than you would have made it on your own. he walks the stadium like he knows it, or has been here before somehow, and you realize you didn’t even ask him what had brought him to london, or what his job was.

your sister waves enthusiastically when you two make it safe and sound to your parking space, and your cheeks warm up a bit in embarrassment when he waves back. it feels like those rom-com movies, where the parent watches their kids by the window when they get home after the first date. “te veo pronto” (i’ll see you soon) he says confidently and you nod approvingly, although it doesn't come to mind right there that you, again, don’t really know his name, or got some social media profile of his, to keep in contact. when you realize this, he has already planted a shy kiss on your cheek and turned around, hands in his pockets, destiny unknown, at least to you.

“you’ve met julián!” is the first thing that comes out of ana, your sister’s mouth, after you get close enough to her to greet her with a hug. the tone is joyful and her eyes are glowing, but since the name doesn’t ring any bells for you, you furrow your brows in response. she looks at you strangely, but gets inside your car nonetheless, after you unlock it so you can both make your way home as quickly as possible. “álvarez?” she tries again, now with that person’s last name, you guess. still, no face attached to that name shows up in your mind, so you shake your head.

ana’s quick in getting the phone out of her bag. you can hear her typing furiously on her screen due to her long nails hitting the phone, but you tune her out, focusing on the road. the next time she talks, or rathers, signals for your attention, you're on a red light. it looks like she has a guy’s instagram open up, and you can read the “juliaanalvarez” on top, letting you know who the guy in the photo was.

you can’t quite grasp the fact that the beautiful stranger’s face from earlier was smiling widely at you from your sister’s phone, and much less, that he was wearing a man city kit on it, before the light turns green again, and you have to continue driving. “is he a part of the staff like you?” you ask, dumbfounded, and her palm hits her forehead like you had said the stupidest thing she has ever heard. “no, silly! he’s our second striker. haven’t you been watching our games?” she reprimands, and you smile awkwardly at her, which answers the question on his own. “oh, you so need to join me at the etihad next weekend!”.

the rest of the way is silent, given that you’re still trying to process the news. you still don't quite understand why he hasn't said anything about who he was, but realize that, maybe, he was more comfortable with remaining anonymous. your feet drive you mindlessly to your bed, and you’re laying on it when you take your phone off your pocket. you have many notifications on the lockscreen, given that you hadn't really paid attention to it since the show started, but the only one that catches your eye is from instagram.

juliaanalvarez requested to follow you.

[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.

[final-script]

Knowing Family | Julian Alvarez

Pairing: Julian Alvarez x Reader

Sumary: Meeting your boy’s parents for the first time.

Warnings: English is not my first language !!!.There are probably many mistakes (I will correct them later)

Gif: gyu-17

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You and Julian met at the start of the season when you came to work for the club, making content for social media.

At first he behaved a bit shy, but as the months went by, little by little he became more encouraged.

Let's just say that the Julian at the beginning of the season wouldn't have dared to ask you out, as he did at the end of the season.

(…)

I ask you out, at the end of a day of recording, I wait for most of the guys to walk away so I can do it.

They both agreed to tour the city and then go to dinner.

That dinner was the start of it all, a couple of months later, they officially started dating, choosing to keep the relationship as low-key as possible, only the team and our families knew.

Your parents, as soon as they met him, loved him, you couldn't say the same from your side since his parents weren't in the country, you hadn't been able to meet them, only greet them by facetime.

(...)

With the Champions League final, his parents will travel to see him and therefore you could meet them.

Which made you a little nervous, but Julian managed to reassure you.

J- You've talked to them before and believe me, the way you see them, they are.

Y/N- I don't doubt it, only that I'm afraid that when they meet me, they'll be disappointed to see me.

J- You're wrong, I've told them how wonderful you are in everything you do and they're excited to meet you.

Y/N- then I take your word for it, now go train before Pep adds a few laps to you.

Julian laughed and listened.

With the theme of the final, you had forgotten for a moment that you would meet your in-laws.

On the day of the game, together with the rest of the media team, we were in charge of keeping the fans informed at all times.

Fortunately, we documented a match that ended in victory.

On the way to capturing the celebration, I felt a pair of arms wrap around me from behind.

Y/N- congratulations champion!. You immediately turned around so you could hug him properly.

At first it was just an emotional hug, but I think the euphoria of the moment made us forget where we are for a while and ended up kissing.

And with that… Goodbye to discretion.

J- sorry… I…

Y/N- okay, at some point everyone was going to find out.

You reassure him immediately.

Back in our world, we didn't see that family members had entered the camp.

xx- Julian, son… Two people behind us caught our attention.

I took a few steps aside for my boy to greet his parents, hugged and kissed each one affectionately, when I finished I approached them again.

J- Mom, Dad, she's my girlfriend Y/N. I repeated his actions.

JM- You definitely weren't wrong, she's beautiful.

J- MAMA!! (MOM!!!) He blushed furiously.

JF- Your mom doesn't lie, they both look cute together.

Now it was my face that was flushed.

Y/N- Es un placer conocerlos (it's a pleasure to meet you).

I got a little bit of the Spanish that Julián had taught me.

JM- Believe me, the pleasure is ours.

We exchanged a few more words, but even though I would have liked to stay, I had to get on with the work.

Before continuing, I took some pictures of them and even another of my mates came to photograph me with my boyfriend and my in-laws.

I think all the scenarios in my head were pure nonsense, thinking that they wouldn't want me.

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★★★

Football players

Pedri González -

jigsaw / Part 1

jigsaw / Part 2

make up your mind

she's mine

I hate you (not)

help me sleep

surprises in Barcelona

friends with benefits

got your back

Marc Guiu -

stupid with love

run away / Part 1

run away / Part 2

not right for you

ready when you are

arguments / Part 1

arguments / Part 2

arguments / Part 3

perfect

Sergi Roberto -

someone like her

Fermín López -

found us out

visca el barça

Pablo Gavi -

take care of me

second priority

camera-shy

long distance

Héctor Fort -

love to hate you

mama's boy / Part 1

mama's boy / Part 2

it isn't right

Pau Cubarsí -

embarrassed and in love

love and fame

sweetie

bump, set, spike

sleep tight

racer girl

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football in the rain / Part 1

football in the rain / Part 2

Rodrigo Riquelme -

rainy days

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Race car drivers

Lando Norris -

boulevard of broken dreams / Part 1

boulevard of broken dreams / Part 2

boulevard of broken dreams / Part 3

all my fault

all my heart / Part 2 of all my fault

serious

IMAGINE...

papaya girl

Charles Leclerc -

people change

and I can change / Part 2 of people change

hold you while you sleep / Part 3 of people change

taken

accident prone

while you're away

prince not so charming / Part 1

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prince not so charming / Part 3

prince not so charming / Part 4

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our tree

lucky strike

princess of monaco

Max Verstappen -

ER

Carlos Sainz Jr. -

red wine

Oscar Piastri -

us

McLaren hat

Arthur Leclerc -

too late

Lando Norris & Oscar Piastri -

everyone can see he looks at you like you're the world, but you don't even know it

two for one / Part 1

one for two / Part 2 of two for one

this simple feeling / Part 3 of two for one

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Christmas with...

Arthur Leclerc

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Lando Norris

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ALL the football players I am currently willing to write for!

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fermín lópez

ferran torres

frenkie de jong

lamine yamal

héctor fort

pau cubarsí

samuel lino

alejandro balde

antoine griezmann

rodrigo riquelme

phil foden

julián álvarez

pablo barrios

marcos llorente

eric garcía

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ALL the race car drivers I am currently willing to write for!

max verstappen

charles leclerc

carlos sainz jr.

george russell

lando norris

oscar piastri

kimi antontelli

franco colapinto

arthur leclerc

oliver bearman

★★★

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[pedrislefttoe]

juli alvarez smut and angst 🙏🏼

pedrislefttoe,

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

julian alvarez x f!reader

tw: language, smut minors plz dni, cheater!julian, angst, oral f!receiving, dirty talk, pet names

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

snakes and ladders,

you sat by your boyfriend in a game of snakes and ladders, the people playing were: you, your boyfriend — julian, ruben dias and erling haaland.

julian's hand squeezed your thigh under the table. your legs snapped shut around his hand as he began smirking.

you noticed ruben moving his game piece which now meant it was julian's turn. he rolled the dice twice, which was basically cheating.

your eyes narrowed as you got out of your seat, grabbing juli's wrist and dragging him to your shared bedroom.

"of course you're gonna cheat on the game too. that's really all you know how to do, huh? you can't win a simple fucking game without cheating! you just can't commit to the original number you rolled from your dice. you just had to get another one. cheater." you yelled at him, locking the door before walking to sit on the bed.

"what?!" he exclaimed at your sudden outburst.

you tapped your foot. "i know you're cheating on me, julian."

"oh." he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

"we've been dating for 6 fucking years, juli.." your voice faded out as he walked closer to you, he stood in front of you before tucking a strand of your hair behind your ears.

"im sorry." your now ex-boyfriend said.

"sorry isn't gonna fix the damage.." you whispered as you felt his soft lips on yours.

"i know. one last time?.. for history's sake?" he asked, your heart instantly shattered into even more, smaller, sharper pieces but you just couldn't say no.

you nod softly as he climbed on top of you.

"i love you," he whispered into your neck as his kisses trailed down to your blouse before he ripped it off of you, your bra next.

you moaned, your hands in his fluffy brunette hair, tugging gently.

"yeah, those noises for me, baby." he groaned, pulling your panties down as he licked a bold stripe down your folds.

julian tossed your skirt and panties to the side.

you screamed his name as he sucked on your clit, his fingers teasing your entrance before thrusting one finger in.

he thrusted that finger in and out of you as he lapped your wet folds, slowly getting you to reach your climax.

you moaned as he added in another finger, pumping them in you.

your soft hands tugged on his hair as you screamed, "juli.. im close" you managed to let out.

"cum for me, princess."

moaning, you came in his mouth before he swallowed your juices.

you sat up straight as he pulled away from your pussy.

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

[i9messi]

julian alvarez x reader where they’ve been best friends since childhood, and they share an apartment together. someone asks her out before julian could, basically because he’s way too shy. and she comes back and it’s literally just been an awful date and he comforts her and there’s a sweet confession. i feel like you’d be so good at writing this !!

Kisses on the cheek — Julián Álvarez

Word count — 1,3k

julian's masterlist

You and Julián had known each other since you were kids. You had met him at school and he had adopted you as a best friend from the very beginning. Julián was a kind person, someone who cared so much about you and it was impossible not to love him back. However, you had begun to develop feelings for him when you were a teenager and you had kept them just for you. There was no way you could confess and tell him the truth.

Things had changed when you crossed paths again in Manchester and you had moved with him to his apartment. Julián was playing in ManCity and you were looking for an apartment. He himself offered to share an apartment with you and be roommates, while you weren’t too sure about the idea. You accepted because you had nowhere else to go, four months later and you were still living together.

What you felt for Juli became stronger and stronger, sharing time with him made you know him more thoroughly. You liked to see him wake up in the morning, with his eyes closed and his messy hair. You liked it when you'd have a few glasses of wine and he’d get a little bold, while he’d move his hands like he was Spider-Man himself. Julián could be tender, kind and at the same time bold. You loved him very much, you loved every aspect of him.

You both adopted a cat just days after you moved in with him. You had seen the cat on the street alone and decided to grab it so he could spend the night with you. Like you, the cat had stayed in Julian’s apartment ever since. You liked to say that you were the cat's mom and that Julián was the dad. He always turned red when you mentioned that.

It was still early in the morning and as he had the day off, Julián was still sleeping. You made his favorite breakfast and when you saw him walk to you in the kitchen, barefoot, you smiled at him. Your friend came closer and kissed you on the forehead, then left another kiss on your cheek.

Could he hear the sound of your heart beating?

"How’d you remember I liked these?" Julian was surprised when you left breakfast on kitchen island.

"You’re my best friend, of course I’d remember..."

He smiled but there was something different about his smile, he wasn’t entirely happy. You knew him well enough to notice that something had happened. You looked at his wrist, he still had the bracelet you made when you were ten. It had been a long time since then and he had never taken it off.

"You still wear that little bracelet I made you? I don't even know where I left mine"

"It’s like my good luck charm." He declared, seriously thinking it was. He had done too well in his football career and had come a long way.

There was a silence between you, until he spoke again, "Can we talk later? I have something to tell you."

"Yeah, right. Did something happen?"

You thought maybe he wanted his apartment back and was going to kindly invite you to leave. After all, maybe he wanted to bring a girl home and you were there, like you were his girlfriend. As much as you felt things for him in your heart, you were nothing but friends and he had every right to have his life. It hurt but it was the truth.

"No, don't worry."

The two of you finished eating your breakfasts and you went back to your room. You were fully clothed and were doing your makeup, when Julian came up to your room. He covered his eyes, because as much as your door was open, he wanted to give you privacy.

"Do you want us to order pizza?"

"You can open your eyes, by the way. I’m going out today, I have a date." You explained, smiling and thinking about the boy you were going to meet. Julián pulled his hand out of his eyes and grimaced.

"Oh, cool."

Why didn't he look happy?

"You said you wanted to talk?" you asked him again, remembering what he had said in the morning.

"Yeah... It can wait, though. Enjoy your date."

Julián Álvarez left your room, too fast to seem normal. You finished preparing for the date and once you finished, you said goodbye to Julian by giving him a kiss on the cheek. There was something weird about Juli and you made him promise that later, when you got back from your date, you’d have the conversation pending. You had no idea what he wanted to tell you.

The date was a disaster. You couldn’t explain in words the things that had gone wrong. So you came back as fast as you could to the apartment. Your cat, Cafesito, moved between your legs, welcoming you. Julian was lying on the couch, watching a TV show with subtitles in spanish. You approached Julián and sat beside him on the couch.

"How did it go?" he asked, taking his eyes off the television.

"Horrible, I don’t want to talk about it."

"I’m sorry. How about a sleepover tonight? Like the good old times."

"You don’t have training tomorrow?" you asked, thinking about the time.

"Yes but I want to spend my time with you too."

Julian made some popcorn and brought some sweets, while you changed your clothes and took off your makeup. You went back to the living room and sat on the couch next to your best friend. Juli had a blanket to cover and you sat too close to keep the heat between you two. You could swear that Julian’s cheeks were red, even though the light was off and the television was the only thing that lit them.

Everything seemed like a normal night, watching a movie with a friend, until Julián broke the silence.

"I've loved you since we were kids."

There was silence and you turned to look at him. You didn’t know if you heard well or were imagining things. Julian was watching TV, not encouraged to look at your face.

"Juli? What are you talking about?"

"Funny thing is that everyone knew that I loved you, even our families. Maybe everyone still knows that I love you but not you."

"I can’t believe this... are you serious? Like you really love me?"

The word could mean many things, loving you as friends, loving as two people who shared a place and time together. He finally took his eyes off TV and put it on you.

"Yes, I love you. It's impossible to not love you. Every day I wanted to tell you how I feel, every time I thought about telling you the truth, some guy would come and ask you out, before I could. Today I’ve been thinking about the words to tell you and now I can’t think of anything. Just... I love you and I’m tired of pretending I don’t have feelings for you. I love you so much that I think about you during the matches, knowing that you’ll be there to support me no matter what the outcome. I think of you every morning and every night before I go to sleep. I’m so in love with you that is obvious."

You were speechless, it took you a while to process what he said.

"Wow. I feel the same for you, Julián. I thought you didn’t feel the same as me."

Julian smiled, he seemed so happy."So you have feelings for me too?"

"Yes, Juli. Of course I do."

Julian smiled like never before and asked permission to kiss you. Once you kissed, everything was clear to you. What had taken you so long to tell the truth?

"I love you, Julián."

"And I love you, hermosa."

[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.

[afterglowsainz]

Julian Alvarez with song #75

there’s only one cure for heartbreak | julian alvarez

song; chorrito pa las animas - feid

part of the spotify wrapped special

The person who claimed that heartbreak couldn’t be cured by partying had definitely never gone clubbing in Madrid in their twenties with their best friends after a breakup.

To be fair, you had been a bit skeptical at first too. But after your friends insisted—and given the fact that your favorite team had just won one of the most important matches of the season—any excuse seemed like a good enough reason to celebrate and go out.

It had been a long time since the last time you went out. Your ex-boyfriend was never a fan of partying, and you had preferred spending time with him over being alone. But that was over now, and you were more than okay with it. At last, you could enjoy the spontaneity of Madrid’s nightlife again—just you and your group of friends singing at the top of your lungs and dancing to the music alongside hundreds of strangers.

Although, not everyone in the club was a stranger.

Why is it that, on the very first night you decide to embrace your single life, you end up running into all the players from your favorite team?

And why is it that, on the exact same night Julian decides to go out with his new teammates for the first time after a particularly tough win, he feels like he’s falling in love at first sight as he watches you dance?

With short steps and some encouraging words from his teammate, he started walking toward you, slowly, with a certain air of confidence. Your slightly alcohol-fuzzy brain took a moment to recognize him.

“Wait,” you said when he asked you to dance. “I know you.”

The brunette raised an eyebrow, a small cocky smile appearing on his face.

“I mean, I don’t know you, but I know who you are,” you clarified.

“Tell me your name so we’re even,” he smiled.

If your cheeks weren’t already flushed from the alcohol, dancing, and the heat of the room, they surely were now. You told him your name, and he led you to the dance floor. You thought he’d leave after one song, but he danced with you through one, two, three, four more.

“Congratulations on your goal today,” you said mid-dance, and he smiled.

“You watched the match?” he asked, surprised. It wasn’t exactly a secret that Atletico wasn’t Madrid’s star team. Finding fans, even in the city, wasn’t very common for him.

You nodded in response.

“That’s why I went out tonight,” you replied. “Well, among other reasons, but the match result played a part.”

Julian pulled your hips impossibly closer to his.

“Then it’s my lucky day.”

Maybe Madrid wasn’t so bad after all.

[timmyholland]

Ruben Dias & Jasmin Alvarez !

Jack Grealish & Maximo Perrone !

Jasmin Alvarez & Erling Haaland are dating !

Wattpad !

Fanfic: "DULZURA | ERLING HAALAND"

User: @Noe-Stylers

[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! 💙

[final-script]

At What Point | Julian Alvarez

Pairing: Julian Alvarez x Reader

Sumary: At what point do you begin your feelings for each other.

Warnings: English is not my first language !!!.There are probably many mistakes (I will correct them later),

Gif: rubendiasatl

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In all these years of knowing each other, I always asked myself the same question.

At what point, did I fall in love with my best friend?

Well... I think that question will never have an answer.

The day we met, we immediately noticed that special connection, cliché I know, but it was so, that same day we exchanged our numbers, to arrange some other exit.

That trust and friendship continued to grow, to a point where we decided to move in together.

All his friends and co-workers sometimes made fun of us, because they said we looked like a couple.

For a long time I ignored his words, until suddenly, one day I began to imagine myself joining him, a different life. 

Not as her friend, but as something else, but she quickly discarded that idea for fear that my feelings would ruin our friendship.

(...)

As I said besides sharing a house, we did many things together. One of those was that he, as much as I did not want to, paid me, the tickets and transfers to the matches, both inside and outside the country. He said not to do it, but if there was one thing he had, it was what he is very stubborn. When something gets into his head, there is no one to make him change his mind. (...)

At present, Julian was in Qatar playing the World Cup and how they should suppose, I am supporting him. 

After one of the games, they gave the players a late release to share some time with their families and I entered those people was me.

Y/N- you're the best, congratulations.   Hugging my best friend.

J- we both know you say it, just because you're my friend.

Inside the boy regretted having said those words, at the same time in which he was silent, he wanted to say everything, confess to his friend the feelings that he kept a lot.

Everyone who knew him, knew the feelings of the chicó towards Y / N, many knew that, but what they did not know what, if Argentina managed to become world champion, Julian would confess all his feelings at last, without thinking about what could happen.

He could go on all the same, or not see it forever, but it would be a risk he was willing to take.

Hour and half later, the time of visit ended and it was time to say goodbye until the next day, to see each other after the big game.

Y/N- created that it's time, and I said it several times but still so I want to do it again, for me you are the best person in the world and you are living one of the best experiences, many would like to be where you are, but this time it was your turn, I want you to know that you win or not, (para mi sos el mejor jugador del mundo) for me you will always be the best player in the world. 

Both gave each other a hug that lasted several minutes, which was both very short, but very expressive.

J- If I manage to score, it will be for you, thanks for accompanying me forever. Another short hug and they said goodbye to go each to their hotel, at least, wives, girlfriends and families of the players.

Valentina, (Enzo's girlfriend), who was my roommate, was waiting for me to go together to the hotel, which was not far from where the players are staying.

V- me preguntó ,cuándo será el día en el que se te diga que le gustas? (He asked me, when will be the day when you are told that he likes you?)

Y/N- what do you say?

V- come on, do not make you know enough, as to know that both feel something for the other. 

Y/N- I would give you the reason, if you had it, but how is it not, I will not give it to you, we are friends, if that's what you wanted to know.

V- but you have not denied me what attracts you, quiet, I do not need you to tell me, I know, also your face gives you away. 

I wanted to cover my face with my hair to hide the blushing that had formed on my face.

I didn't say anything, because if I did I would end up telling him things I didn't want anyone to know, but as Vale said, my face gave me away and there was no way to hide it.

The next day

Early in the morning, all the families got up early to have breakfast, then have all the time free, to prepare and then rest some before the game.

Before leaving the hotel to go to the stadium, I decided to write a message for my friend, even knowing that does not read it.

The message said, how proud of him I was for having come this far, that I enjoyed the moment, I wished him good luck and a I love you.

Already in the stadium, one of the managers, I take to the places reserved for families.

As time went on, the Y/N nerves grew why he wanted his friend to reach the long-awaited World Champion title and Julian's were even worse, the nerves of playing a world final, but the nerves that if they won would confess to his best friend all his feelings.

(...)

When the referee started the match, Argentines and French began to encourage their teams.

 After the first half, the result was 2-0, in favor of the Argentine team.

In the second half, everything happened, but everything ended with the victory of Argentina.

Y/N-they did it Vale, they did it.       Hugging carefully not to crush little Olivia in his embers.

V-they did, they're great.

After they set up the peuqeño stage and will give the medals, prizes and the cup, to each team, a security officer came to tell us that we could go down to congratulate the boys.

Then I went in search of my friend who was embracing with Enzo, he saw, spoke in Julian's ear and left.

Y/N- won't it, my best friend, world champion?

J- I think I am... Both hugged tightly and when they separated, their faces were very close together. -and... I tell you... I have to... tell you something,n... I do not know what will happen after e.. this,pe... but it is something that can not wait longer, I do not know how or when it happened, I only know that since I discovered it, I could not ignore it, I do not know if you feel the same, but I have to say it, ME GUSTAS (I LIKE YOU).

At that moment, the girl's heart seemed to stop upon hearing those words, it could not be possible that he also had the same feelings as her.

J- you will say na... nothing?

Y/n- I don't know what to say, I thought that only those things happened to me.

J- now, you are discovering that it is not so, now that you know everything and you have not run away, it will be easier to do this ...

And without saying the kiss anymore, at the beginning they were somewhat shy about the place, but then they realized what we cared about were just the two of them. 

Then it was like this, how two best friends of a lifetime, confessed their feelings and began a new life together as a couple.

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ANOTHERS

 From The Beginning - Ruben Dias x Reader

Decisions - Jack Grealish x Reader

[evagora]

Pero mientras se ataba los cordones de su segunda zapatilla, Julián sintió un pinchazo leve en su pierna baja y siseó para adentro, llamando la atención de su amigo. En reflejo, acostumbrado a los mosquitos, aplastó cualquier cosa que lo haya picado contra su piel.

"¿Te picó el dengue o el chikungunya? ¿Son autónomos de Córdoba?"

o: el Spider-Man AU con Julián Álvarez que aparentemente nadie hizo aún.

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buenos días argentinos, argentinas y argentines que se hacen pasar por gringos para pertenecer al ecosistema de tumblr (me incluyo)

les presento un proyecto medio boludo que estoy haciendo con mi amigo!! más allá de los mil y un fanarts de julián álvarez como spiderman que me encontré, no pude hallar ni un fic (excepto uno de enzo x julian), por lo que nos decidimos a cambiar eso :))

si le fueran a pegar una leída les agradeceríamos mucho <3 somos medio amateurs en todo lo que refiere a la escritura por lo que ya les aviso que no va a ser la mejor experiencia escrita de sus vidas, pero por algo se arranca jabfkanf

also si alguno también termina escribiendo algo con spiderman!julián, usen el tag de "Julián Álvarez is Spider-Man" para poder tenerlo todo en un solo lugar y poder compartirlo con todos los hinchas de la scaloneta

fin del comunicado