#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?

user replied to your story!

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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Believe in me (Julián Álvarez x Reader)

**Requested by @ghwoticz . I hope you and everyone else enjoys this ❤️**

Word count: 2397

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"Hi, my love", you said, hugging your boyfriend when he opened the door.

"Hello".

"What should we do today? Movie? Go out for dinner? Cuddles?"

You were walking towards the sofa and couldn't see how stiff and uncomfortable Julián looked.

"All of the above?", you asked, turning to look at him smiling until you saw his expression. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, a bit tired. And I didn't know you were coming today".

"I thought I would surprise you", was he not happy to see you? "Did you have any other plans?"

"No, but I thought you would".

"What is that supposed to mean, Julián?"

"Nothing. I'm just…maybe we can stay home. I don't feel like going out".

“Of course. I just want to spend time with you. I don’t care where”.

His attitude still confused you but maybe he was being honest. You were also grumpy when you were tired.

After dinner, you two moved to the sofa to watch a movie. But you couldn't concentrate on it at all. You could only think about how cold Julián was towards you. It almost seemed like he didn't want you to hug him, so you ended up just sitting next to him after his rejection. It was so different from his usual behaviour. Physical touch was your main love language, so his attitude hurt more than it would for other people. 

"I'll go home now", you said when the movie was over.

"You're not staying?"

"What for, Julián? So you ignore me some more?".

"I wasn't ignoring you", he tried to defend himself, but it was a weak argument he didn't even believe.

"Whatever. Just let me know when my presence will actually be welcomed. I don't enjoy being with people who don't want me there".

You tried really hard not to sound hurt but it was almost impossible.

Julián just let you leave and then stared at the door, thinking about how to do this. His feelings were hurt too but he didn't know how to tell you about everything that was going through his mind without hurting you in the process. So he stayed quiet and kept those feelings to himself.

And we all know how well things end when one keeps their feelings to themselves.

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Julián had been insecure about your relationship since the very beginning. 

First because of how fast everything happened. He met you a couple of days after arriving in Manchester and even though you both talked about taking things slow, your feelings were too strong and you decided to act on them. Why wait?, you told him. And he agreed.

Making your relationship public didn't help much. You kept on getting abuse on social media and whenever he posted photos with you, he got mean comments as well. She wouldn't be with you if you weren't a footballer…what if that was true? Looking at photos of you together, or simply looking at you, made him feel maybe those comments had a point. He didn’t feel good enough for you. No matter how much you reassured him. 

The biggest point of contention for his fans was your best friend, Pat. Because he happened to be a man and everyone liked to make a big deal out of it. As if men and women couldn't just be friends.

Julián understood that and was okay with it…at first. He wasn't necessarily jealous of your friend but was getting tired of people telling him you were cheating on him every time you posted a simple story with Pat. He knew it was stupid to be jealous, but his mind played tricks on him.

All of that together didn't help him but the thing that really made him change was finding out you had dated a footballer before. Why didn't you tell him?

He wouldn't have cared much about it. The guy was no longer in Manchester anyways. But the fact that you hid it made it look to him like you had a reason for it. And it bothered him. A lot.

But how could he tell you about it without you getting angry at him? And what if you wanted to finish your relationship after hearing all these reasons why he was annoyed? He didn't know what to do and it was driving him insane.

                                          **

A couple of days later, Julián still hadn't contacted you. Was he really so immature? He didn't seem to be but just ghosting you like this wasn't something you were going to put up with.

"Hi", he said, surprised to see you at his front door again.

"We need to talk".

You saw his face falling at your words but he moved to let you in anyway.

"Why are you doing this? We were happy, weren't we? Why are you now ignoring me? Do you…do you want to break up with me?"

You didn't even want to say those words out loud because you meant what you said. You were happy. Both of you were. In fact, you had never been happier before.

"No, I don't", he said, struggling to continue. "I don't know how to say this".

"You're scaring me", he really, really was scaring you. How would you cope with him dumping you?

"Why didn't you tell me the truth?"

Now he was making even less sense.

"What truth?"

"That this wasn't your first time dating a footballer. I would have preferred to learn it from you, you know?"

This can't be happening again.

"What are you insinuating, Julián?"

"I'm not insinuating anything", he rushed to say. This is what he feared would happen. "But you have to understand it's something I wanted to know. I don't mind it but …".

"You seem to be very bothered for someone who says you don't mind it. And you know what? Maybe you should ask me if things are true before believing everyone else".

"I saw the photos. I…".

"You have no idea what you saw. But still made up your mind about who I am before asking for an explanation. I thought you were better than that".

You couldn't take this any longer. It was too painful to now be treated this way by your own boyfriend.

"Please, don't leave!"

"Now you want me to stay? Well, I don't want to. I don’t need to be insulted further".

"But…", you could tell how bad he felt but it was all his doing. "I'm leaving in a couple of days. I can't leave for the World Cup with us being like this".

"You should have thought about that before you messed up".

And with that, you left him and didn't answer any calls or texts. Staying at your best friend's house, you could also run away from the inevitable times when Julián went to your place to ask you to forgive him. You couldn't even face him right now.

                                            **

But the anger didn't last too long. Only a week later, you were already missing Julián. But he was now in Qatar. And even though you had been invited to go with him months ago, you knew that invitation was now gone.

Good. It'd prevent you from making a mistake. 

But that didn't mean you stopped watching his matches. No, you watched all of them and still felt proud to see him doing so well. Despite how easy it was for him to change his opinion of you. To believe those who just wanted to break you two up. He made it so easy for them to hurt you.

There was a reason why you didn't tell him about Joel. And it was definitely not the one he assumed. 

                                              **

"And he's gone and won the World Cup", said your best friend Pat, who you have been forcing to watch all the matches.

"Yeah".

"Send him a message".

"I don't think that's a good idea", you said. And you had had time to think about it because you've almost sent him one after every match. 

"Are you broken up then?"

"I don't really know".

Pat just shook his head at you. "Well, couples usually know whether they are together or not. Idiots struggle a bit more".

"Thanks".

Pat stopped you from leaving the room by hugging you.

"I tell you this because I care. Please talk to him and fix this. You are great together. Don't let a misunderstanding destroy that".

“You know why his actions hurt me so much”. Pat knew everything, of course.

“I do. But…I get his reaction too. And I know the moment you two talk, you’ll sort this out. Please. I want you to be happy again”.

                                            **

Julián couldn't believe his eyes when he saw you had liked his photo celebrating winning the World Cup. And not only that, you had actually sent him a text congratulating him. What was he supposed to do now?

The whole month had been torture for him. Not knowing how to talk to you was killing him. But he didn't want to mess things up even more. You were supposed to be there with him and you weren't. And whose fault was it? Only his.

And if things got so bad so quickly while in the same place, how much easier would it be to have more misunderstandings being so far away from each other? Not being able to truly see each other's reactions.

The lack of photos with you hadn't gone unnoticed. Julián was often bored in the hotel and checked his comments on Instagram. And he also checked the ones you got. It was a habit he got when you first started to get abuse. He spent too much time reporting messages but couldn't help it. It seemed like the only way he could defend you, since you didn't let him post something so people stopped insulting you.

In those messages, there were plenty of comments about you. You weren't there because you had broken up. That's what everyone assumed. And because you kept posting videos with Pat, he also kept on getting comments about you cheating on him and how he should dump you. How you weren’t good enough for him.

Those comments always made him laugh seeing how he always felt as if he was the one not good enough for you.

He knew all that was said about you wasn't true. He still didn't understand why you had lied to him about dating another player but that was your past. He knew who you were right now. He knew you were loyal. 

"Thank you ❤️", he quickly wrote and sent before he could regret it. I shouldn’t have added the heart emoji!, he thought. 

He could see you saw the message right away. But you didn't answer. Great.

"Can we please talk when I'm back in Manchester?"

Two blue ticks. But no answer.

He was putting his phone away to get ready to go celebrate with the team when he heard it vibrate.

"Yes. Let's talk".

                                                **

You felt like it had been ages since the last time you were at Julián’s house. And being back there made you feel insecure all of a sudden. He was going to break up with you, you were sure. 

That’s why you hesitated to ring the doorbell, waiting a whole minute until you did it. And then you felt the need to run away but didn’t because your legs felt like jelly, so you doubted running was an option right now.

“Hi”.

When you saw Julián, you couldn’t help but start crying. You had missed him so much and have hurt so much after your fight.

“Don’t. Please, don’t cry”, he said, bringing you closer to him to hug you tightly. He had missed holding you so much.

When you finally stopped crying, he led you inside the house. Being able to hold his hand again after such a long time felt so good.

“I’m sorry I hurt you. I really am”, he said.

“I’m sorry too. I don’t think I’ve handled things too well but…there is a reason why I didn’t tell you about Joel. It’s a painful memory”.

“He hurt you?”

“Not in the way you think”, you told him. Ready to tell your story.

You met Joel three years ago and became friends immediately. He was still at the United Academy and your family were all United fans so it seemed like fate.

For you, he was like Pat. A great friend but just that. There wasn’t a moment where you imagined a romantic relationship with him but he wasn’t on the same page. You didn’t expect that would happen, since he had a girlfriend. But he still started to flirt with you all the time and you tried to stop that without losing your friendship.

When his girlfriend found out, she was so angry at you. He told her it was you following him all the time and that he had done nothing wrong. But once she calmed down you showed her some of his messages and she dumped him.

But that didn’t work for Joel. He couldn’t lose so he posted photos of the two of you dancing and hugging and made it look like there was more happening, to try and convince his then ex to give him another chance by making you look like the liar. But she didn’t believe him.

“And those are the photos you saw. I never dated him. You are the only football player I’ve dated and, to be honest when I found out you were a player, I almost didn’t want to talk to you again”, you finished telling him.

He put his hand on his face and sighed. “I’m so stupid”.

“You should have asked me, Julián. It hurt so much to think Joel was still managing to hurt me nowadays. That he had so much power. And…that you doubted me".

“Please, forgive me”, he said, holding your hands and looking into your eyes. “I just let my insecurities take over. You have no idea how sorry I am”.

His insecurities? 

“What do you mean? When are you insecure?”

“Always”, he laughed. “Whenever I am with you. I mean, look at you and then look at me. It doesn’t make sense”.

“You are stupid, yes. Because nothing has ever made more sense to me than you and I being together”.

“Really?”

“Really. Let me show you”.

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[sports-on-sundays]

belle's makeshift masterlist

I write for football players and Formula 1 drivers!

★★★

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

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

it isn't right

Pau Cubarsí -

embarrassed and in love

love and fame

sweetie

bump, set, spike

sleep tight

Antoine Griezmann -

football in the rain

Rodrigo Riquelme -

rainy days

★★★

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

prince not so charming / Part 2

prince not so charming / Part 3

prince not so charming / Part 4

prince not so charming / Part 5

our tree

lucky strike

Max Verstappen -

ER

Carlos Sainz Jr. -

red wine

Oscar Piastri -

us

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

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Arthur Leclerc

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Lando Norris

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pedri gonzález

fermín lópez

ferran torres

frenkie de jong

lamine yamal

héctor fort

pau cubarsí

samuel lino

mason mount

alejandro balde

antoine griezmann

rodrigo riquelme

phil foden

julián álvarez

pablo barrios

marcos llorente

eric garcía

★★★

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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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."

[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.

[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

[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. 

[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

[pensat-i-fet]

Not if it isn’t with you (Julián Álvarez x Reader)

Word count: 2924

**Prequel to “Mi campeón”. Can be read in any order you prefer. I hope you enjoy it ❤️**

Masterlist

Wattpad

2012

“He did. He hit me, mum!”

“I didn’t. She’s the one hitting me all the time”.

“Oh really? I thought I was just a stupid little girl so it wouldn’t even hurt you if I hit you, right?”

“Ok, enough”, said your mum, separating you from Julián and from your daily post-match tantrum.

While walking back home with your mum, you turned to see Julián looking at you. He did that a lot lately. And then looked away when you caught him.

“You know, honey? There is a saying that I think applies to you two”.

“What saying?”, you asked. Your mum was always telling you about all these sayings she loved so much.

“That those who fight, do it because they like each other”.

“What?”, you were so annoyed at her insinuating that. “Why would I like that stupid ugly annoying boy?”

She just sighed. “You’re too young to understand what I mean”.  

2015

“You look different”, said Julián when you walked past the football pitch where he was playing.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know”, he shrugged. “Like your hair and your face”.

“I put make-up on”.

You were already feeling self-conscious wearing it, even if it was just some mascara and a little bit of lip gloss. But you weren’t used to it and you felt like everyone was going to notice and laugh at you. So the fact that Julián noticed and called you “different” didn’t really help.

“What are you wearing make-up for?”

“I have a date”.

He started to frown at you but quickly found a way to conceal what he was really thinking.

“Who asked you out?”

“Mateo”.

“Isn’t he too old for you?”, and the frown was back.

“He’s 17”.

“And you’re 15”.

“I’m aware of my age, Julián, but thank you for the reminder”.

Without him knowing, he was hitting at all the insecurities you had today. The way you looked and how young you were. You knew other girls from your class had dated Mateo but still, you felt like a baby next to him. 

“Just…just be careful. And don’t do anything you don’t want to do”, he said, looking down.

“Since when do you care about my well-being?”

“I don’t care. But you’re so whiny, I don’t want to deal with you crying over stupid Mateo like half the town already has”.

Yes, you were definitely not the first girl to be asked on a date by him. He had a…reputation. 

“Whatever”, you said as a farewell and made your way to Mateo’s.

**

“Wow, you look gorgeous”, said Mateo when he opened the door. “You didn’t need to make the effort for me, you are always pretty, sweetheart”.

“I didn’t do anything. Just… you know”, you said, blushing.

“Oh, I know. Come in”.

Mateo had prepared some drinks for the two of you that he took to the living room, so you could have them while sitting on his sofa.

When he kept getting closer, you didn’t really know what to do. You were obviously aware of what happened on dates with Mateo, everyone talked about it at length. But now you were here, it was different.

“Look”, he said, moving your hair from your face and kissing your cheek. “I know you’re young, ok? There is no hurry for anything but I really want to get to know you more and…well, have some fun”.

“Yeah”, you said, smiling and nodding your head.

“Have you ever kissed a boy?”, asked Mateo, surprising you.

Should you be honest? Will he notice your lie when he kissed you?

“No”.

“Really?”, he seemed a bit too surprised.

“What? Are any boys saying I kissed them?”, now you were worried about anyone lying about that.

“No”, laughed Mateo. “Don’t worry, your reputation is safe. I just, I don’t know, I assumed Álvarez would have beaten me to it. But it’s ok”.

Why would he think you and Julián were kissing each other? The thought of it made you sick. Or at least you told yourself it did.

But before you had time to say anything, you noticed Mateo’s lips touching yours.

“This ok?”

You nodded.

The kiss was good. Obviously, Mateo had a lot of experience and had probably been a lot of girls’ first kiss. But the moment you noticed him trying to move you so he could be on top of you, you pushed him away.

“What did I do? Too fast?”, he was genuinely shocked. Probably the first time he had been rejected.

“I don’t feel ok. Sorry. I need to go”.

You were already getting up to leave when he grabbed your arm.

“Wait. You can’t leave like that. Are you ok?”

“Yes. I…I can’t do this. Please don’t tell anyone”.

You saw real concern in his eyes. “I won’t. I’m sorry if I did anything wrong. I didn’t want to upset you”.

“It’s not you. I don’t know what it is. I’m the one who has to be sorry”, you kept talking even if you didn’t make any sense.

He smirked at you. “I think I have an idea what it is, but I’ll let you figure it out by yourself”.

“What do you mean?”

“Go home. I won’t mention anything to anyone, don’t worry”.

**

On your way home, you walked past the football pitch again and you could see Julián was still there but chose to ignore him. You didn’t want to talk to anyone right now.

“Date already over?”

“Leave me alone!”, you said but made the mistake of looking at him and letting him see your teary eyes.

Julián ran to you and held your face with his hands so he could look at it better. He had never touched you like that and you felt something tightening in your stomach.

“Did he hurt you?”

“No”.

“Tell me if he did. Don’t lie!”

You couldn’t believe how angry he sounded.

But you just removed his hands from your face and looked away from him.

“He didn’t. It’s just that I’m just a stupid little girl like you always say. I thought I could go out with a boy that has made out with half the country and not run away crying because I’m really that stupid”.

You didn’t even know why you were telling him this, but a part of you felt great after getting it out of your chest.

There were many ways in which you expected Julián to react. He could laugh at you, he could tease you about this until he got bored, …but what you didn’t expect was a hug. Yet that’s what he did. 

He put his arms around your waist to bring you closer to him and you let him. You didn’t feel the fear you had felt when Mateo tried to do something similar. After a couple of seconds, you put your arms around his neck and put your head on his shoulder, looking away from him. His heart was beating fast against your chest and you guessed he could feel yours do the same. 

“Thank you”, you whispered.

His only response was a soft kiss on your head.

That night when you got home, you wrote him a letter. A letter you knew he was never going to read but putting your feelings on paper helped you a lot. And, who knows? Maybe one day you’d be able to tell him instead of just writing it down.

2017

Your favourite thing about summer days was when you had some free time to be in your secret place at the park near your house. It wasn’t really a secret, but everyone knew you’d be there and left you alone. Most of the time.

“Hi”, said Julián, sitting next to you.

“Julián? Hi! I didn’t know you were back”.

“I’ve only been back for a couple of hours”.

In the last couple of months, Julián had been doing trials for different teams. Everyone knew he was the best player in your town, but now he was older it was time to really try to go pro. 

It also meant he was away a lot, which you couldn’t deny made you sad. 

“Are you a superstar already?”, you asked him, forever teasing him like he loved to tease you.

“No, but I seem to be on the right track”.

“That’s nice”.

“You don’t sound like you mean that”, he said, staring at you. Trying to read your expression.

“It’s just that we all know what happens to footballers in this country. When they show they are good, they go to Europe. No one stays here”.

“What do you have against Europe?”, he laughed.

“You’re so silly. I have nothing against Europe but it’s far away, you know?”

“Are you trying to tell me that you’ll miss me if I go to another country?”

You tried to find the teasing tone in that last question, but couldn’t. It sounded like a genuine question.

“I guess I would”.

“Have you thought about going to Europe yourself?”

“Me?”, what kind of question was that? You never mentioned wanting to leave the country. “What for?”

“I don’t know. To see a different part of the world. Meet new cultures. Maybe work or study there”.

That made you think. It would be nice to travel to Europe, sure. There were so many amazing big cities over there. Who wouldn’t want to visit Paris or eat pasta in Italy?

“I never really thought about it but sure, it could be fun. But I’m still not a hundred percent sure about what I’ll study so it’s harder to dream about those things, I guess”.

You were playing with your rings while you talked, which was a habit you had always had. That’s why you didn’t notice Julián staring at you the whole time you spoke. And this time, when you turned to look at him, he didn’t look away.

“Go on a date with me”.

“What?”

“Go on a date with me, please”.

“What kind of date?”, you asked, heart racing like it usually did whenever you were this close to Julián. But you guessed now it had a proper reason for it.

“We could meet here tomorrow. I bring the food and you bring the drinks. We could have a picnic and just, I don’t know, be together”.

“Sounds good”, you said, making him smile.

**

“Where are you going?”, asked your mum when she saw you getting ready to leave the house.

“The park. It’s really nice outside”.

“It is, yes. Who are you meeting there?”

“No one”, you lied.

“Then why are you taking two drinks with you?”

You looked down to see the bottles of juice you were holding.

“I’m just going to meet Julián. It’s nothing”.

“Took him long enough”, you heard your mum mutter.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing”, she said, smiling brightly at you. “Have fun”.

You were almost out of the house when she called you, so you stopped to see what she wanted.

“Here, take some money for ice cream”.

“Mum!”, you whined. “I’m not a kid”.

“It’s hot. Everyone will be eating ice cream today. Just take it and go. Don’t make him wait”.

**

Even though you had left the house early, Julián beat you to your secret spot.

“That looks nice”, you said when you saw the blanket he had put on the grass and all the food on it. All your favourites.

“Thank you. I see you brought the drinks. Great”.

“Yes, and money for ice cream because my mum thinks I’m 10”.

Julián couldn’t help but laugh at that. “I could have paid for that but it’s nice of her”.

Both of you were a bit nervous about this “date” and whatever it meant for your friendship. So you ate mostly in silence until Julián broke it.

“You were right yesterday”.

“About?”

“Me going to Europe”.

What? “Do you have any offers?”, you could notice the tears forming in your eyes.

“Not yet, but I’ve been told a few scouts have come to see me. I don’t want to leave now but I don’t think it’ll take too much longer”.

“That’s great. Congrats!”, you tried to smile while you said that but couldn’t. You didn’t want him to leave. 

“What are you thinking?”, he said, touching your cheek.

“That Europe is too far away”, you said, feeling stupid about that being the only thing you could tell him when he was telling you he was leaving you to go to another continent for God knows how many years.

“Can I kiss you?”

You just nodded and he closed the distance between you two and finally, finally, kissed you. He had wanted to do that since he realized girls weren’t actually gross. And you’ve probably wanted to kiss him for just as long. 

Every time you tried to date another boy, the same thing happened to you. You kept finding reasons to reject them and you lied to yourself denying it was because none of them was Julián. But now it was him who was kissing you. And it felt so right.

If he was going to leave for Europe, at least you got to kiss him first. You could keep that memory with you.

You were smiling at each other when you finally stopped kissing. Julián kissed your cheek quickly before laying down on the blanket and patting the spot next to him. Once you were laying down next to him, he grabbed your hand to hold it, intertwining his fingers with yours. 

“I don’t want to leave Argentina if it isn’t with you”, he finally said.

“What do you mean?”, you asked, turning to your side so you could face him.

“I know I’ll have to leave because of my career but I can’t do it knowing you’ll stay here. I know you have dreams of your own and I can’t just expect you to drop them but you can study in other countries. Your dreams aren’t linked to this country”.

He was right about that.

“But that’s a huge step, Julián. Leaving everything and everyone behind…”.

“I know, but when I do it, I don’t want to leave you behind”. 

Despite having so many things that you wanted to tell him, you seemed incapable of doing it. So you just got closer to him to hug him, letting him know you didn’t want to be left behind either.

He started to caress your hair while he tried to find the words himself. “I’m not leaving tomorrow or next year. I’ll probably stay here until I’m 20 or something. That was always the plan my family and I had. So we have time to be together and to plan our future, wherever it is. But I want to be with you every step of the way. I need to be with you”.

“I want that too. I’ve never known what it’s like living without you around and I don’t really fancy finding out ”, you told him, moving his face closer to yours so you could kiss him again. You were already obsessed with his kisses and it was only the second time you had kissed.

**

Before making your way home, you actually stopped to buy ice cream. It was a good idea on such a hot day. 

What you did not expect to be doing today was eating ice cream while holding Julián’s hand. But nothing felt more natural than doing that.

“So you teased me because you liked me? Sounds like a terrible way to flirt”, you said.

“Says the girl who used to hit me to get my attention. And you’ve got great aim, by the way”, he said, grimacing.

“I actually don’t. I always aimed for the stomach but didn’t manage to get the ball high enough”, you laughed.

The rest of the way home, you just kept on talking about all the times you were close to confessing how you felt about each other but chickened out at the last minute. 

“I think I’ll stay here”, you joked when you got to your house.

“Sadly. I might have to kidnap you tonight if I miss you too much”.

You were still laughing when he started to kiss your cheek, and then your jaw until he finally reached your lips again.

“Honey is that you…oh! Sorry!”

You and Julián turned to see your mum looking at you from the front door, beaming. 

“Don’t mind me”, she said. “It took you way too long to finally get together, I’ll wait for you to come to have dinner. Oh, can you stay for dinner, Julián?”

“No, thank you”, he told her. “My uncle is in town and I have to be there soon”.

“A shame. Send him my regards and find a day you can join us for dinner or lunch, and I’ll make your favourite dish”.

“She’s already forgotten about me”, you whispered, making him laugh.

“I think about you enough for the two of us, don’t worry”.

After another kiss, you got ready to answer all the questions your mum was going to ask. And then went to your room, still smiling. You wondered if you would ever stop smiling and somehow doubted it.

When you couldn’t sleep, you got out of bed and took a piece of paper to write a letter to Julián. But the difference between this one and all the others you wrote for him in the past was that he was actually going to read it this time.