#milan fanfic

[kb9-ships-mistercriky]

'Le labbra sulla guancia. - Smetti... - sussurra all’angolo della mia bocca. Io mi irrigidisco, apro gli occhi e lo guardo sconvolto mentre capisco cosa sta per succedere e mi chiedo, per un momento, se posso permetterlo. Non ero io quello con scarso controllo, stasera?' Sandro è disperato per l'uscita dalla semifinale di Champions con l'Inter, è inconsolabile e Theo non può lasciarlo solo in quelle condizioni. Peccato che Sandro sia parecchio perso per lui e che con un controllo così scarso in un momento così delicato, rischia di fare un gran casino. Nel frattempo cos'è che non ricorda, ma che dovrebbe assolutamente?

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È MIA! La mia prima santheo, la prima fic di tre della stessa serie. alla fine non ho resistito!

[insidekatmind]

Kiss cam~Rafael leao

Request: yes!

It was a Saturday night unlike any other, one you hardly forget. Your brother Theo, with that relaxed smile you know well, had called you in the afternoon.

"Hey, tonight come with me and Rafa to watch Olimpia against Real Madrid. Euroleague, it's going to be an incredible match!"

You didn't have to be told twice. It's not every day that you go to the Assago Forum with your brother. So, a few hours later, you found yourself sitting next to Theo and Rafa Leao, with the arena packed and the energy of the match throbbing in your ears.

The evening had started off perfectly. Theo and Rafa were in their usual carefree mode: jokes, comments on the game and laughter. You were also involved in the chatter, feeling at ease despite being the youngest of the trio.

Halfway through the second quarter, however, Theo stood up.

"Guys, I'm going to the bathroom for a second. Don't make a mess without me!" he said laughing, leaving you alone with Rafa.

The Portuguese player, with his usual relaxed attitude, turned to you. "So, do you like basketball? Who do you think will win tonight?"

Before you could answer, the big screen in the center of the arena caught everyone's attention. The cheerful music started playing, and the images on the screen showed couples in the audience. It was the famous "Kiss Cam".

Laughing, you pointed the screen to Rafa. "Look, the Kiss Cam has started!"

He smiled amusedly. "Same old story. Let's hope they don't catch us, huh?"

But fate, or maybe just a cameraman with a great sense of humor, had other plans. Suddenly, the Kiss Cam stopped on you. The image of you and Rafa Leao appeared on the big screen, with a big pink heart around it.

The crowd started laughing and screaming, cheering. Rafa's eyes widened and then he shook his head, laughing in disbelief.

"What's going on?" he said between laughs, looking at you.

You didn't know whether to laugh or sink into your seat. The situation was surreal. You looked around for Theo, but of course he wasn't there. Meanwhile, the crowd continued to cheer you on.

"what are we doing?" You whispers to him.

Rafael whispers back, trying to block others from listening."What do you think? They won't leave 'till we give them what they want..."

You nod and move closer and kiss him.He looks stunned at you for a split second, but decides to play along. After all, it didn't really mean anything... Right?

He places his hand on your waist, pulling you closer as he kisses you back for the "show".

Rafael looks stunned at you for a split second, but decides to play along. After all, it didn't really mean anything... Right?

He places his hand on your waist, pulling you closer as he kisses you back for the "show".

You added tongue in the kiss.He's surprised as first, but goes with it. His hand moves up your body, tracing down your curves as his tongue deepens the kiss, getting the crowd to "oooooohh".

One of his hands grabs your thigh for a second, pulling it closer to him as he starts to forget the camera, getting lost in the kiss. The crowd still hollering and making "kiss! kiss! kiss!" chants.

You leaned more into him as you kissed him intensely.He deepens the kiss further, pinning your body against the seat as one of his hands starts to snake up your body, his touch soft but firm against your skin. The crowd now chanting "MOOOORE! MOOOOOOORE!"

You suck his tongue and deepen the kiss.He lets out a quiet groan, his hand grabbing your hip and holding you tighter against him, pressing your body closer. The kiss becomes harder, more heated, more passionate, and the chants of the crowd start to fade away as he gets lost in you.

You straddle him and kiss him more and more intensely. Rafael lets out another quiet groan, his hands now tracing down your body, his touch more firm, less gentle, as you straddle him. He grabs your thighs, his thumbs pressing on your skin as he pulls you further in, grinding you against his body.

The entire crowd starts to get louder, the heat of the game completely gone and replaced by the heat of your kiss.

You moan into the kiss and put your hands and rest them on your shoulders.He takes your moan as an invitation to go further, his hips pressing against you, the desire building as the sound of the crowd slowly starts to fade. He breaks the kiss to look at you, his green eyes dark with need, as his hands slide up your body once more, leaving a trail of heat everywhere he touches.

You try to catch your breath as you realize where you were.He looks at you, both of you breathing heavily as the kiss finally breaks. You suddenly remember where you are, the noise of the crowd coming back into focus, and the realization of what just happened, what was still happening. The cam still focused on the two of you before another couple starts being displayed on the big screen, bringing the attention away from you two.

"well that was fun" you say breathlessly.

He lets out a small chuckle, still regaining control of himself."Yeah, fun..." He replies, his hand slowly tracing up and down your body, still feeling the heat from the kiss.

You look at him biting your lip.His gaze is drawn to your lips as you bite them, his hold on your hip tightening slightly as he watches. A look of desire flashes through his eyes.

Rafael pulls you closer in his lap, his hands gripping tighter on your hips, his touch hot and firm "You're playing a dangerous game".He says, his voice huskier.

"Rafe we are in public" you say using his nickname at that moment your brother comes back and sees you sitting on rafael.

He lets out a small curse, his grip still tight on your hips as he glances at your brother out of the corner of his eye."Yeah, we are..."

His eyes rake over your body, torn between wanting you to get off him and wanting you to stay there.

Your brother comes closer to you and looks confused "why are you sitting on rafael?"

Rafael looks up at your brother, his hands still on your hips, his hold on you still firm. He tries to act nonchalant. "Huh, we... We got picked for the kiss cam".

He says, nodding at the big screen. It shows the couple that was focused on before, the crowd making 'ooooooh' sounds as they watch them kiss.

Rafael says with a casual shrug, still trying to hide his growing need as he feels your body sitting in his lap, so close to him, within his grasp.

You got off his lap and sat down normally but you felt rafael's gaze on you and you knew very well that there was an unspoken dialogue between you.

[phosphns]

im lowkey screaming

like wydm they’re in my country???

[runahades]

"Elegance is the beauty never fades."

[n0vazsq]

All I wanted | Joao Felix x Reader

pairing . . . joao felix x ex!reader

summary . . . Joao was tired; tired of the memories, tired of the dreams, tired of the flashbacks. Everything led back to you and the moment where he lost you. It drove him insane, but all he could was reminisce the time you had together in solus.

request . . . no!!

word count . . . 758

warnings . . . angst!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . a little short but yeah!! wrote this in school in a little hurry so ignore any typos or mistakes!!

. . . It was after training and Joao had just come home, his bones aching and breath ragged. He shivered slightly, the cold air of the house hitting his skin. The usual warmth was gone, now replaced with a cold, empty presence. No one was there to fill the absence.

He could hear his breathing echo throughout the walls, the quietness of the house louder than he thought, more than he thought it would be. For a second, he waited to hear your voice, stopping whatever you were doing and coming out to hug him.

But it wasn't there. The lack of your presence was obvious; no sounds, no footsteps, and certainly no rush to greet him.

He sighed slowly, taking off his shoes and walking into the kitchen. He subtly noted the mug out of place, which would normally be in the cupboard by now. As he walked to the fridge, he prepared himself to step on one of your hair clips, except they weren't there.

Joao felt like a stranger in his own home, as if he was intruding. Something was missing.

You were missing.

The living room felt too dark, too cold without you, and as he sat on the couch, he groaned at the uncomfort he felt. What once felt like a cozy, safe haven was now a lumpy, stuffy thing under him.

He hesitated, debating whether he should actually sit down or if he should sit on the chair to his right, as if he’s unsure whether it's still his space.

As he sank into the couch, he felt a weight he didn't expect, like it’s not quite the same anymore. It smelled faintly like you, the scent throwing him into a haze of memories and flashbacks

Ache filled his chest, heart longing for you. But you weren't there anymore, and it was all his fault.

Memories of you two flashed through his mind; laughing till you couldn't breath, laying down under the stars, holding each other to sleep, the simple comfort of just being around you.

Every single thing around him reminded him of you, even things he didn't realise were yours. Once, he felt warm and lovable, but now? Now he felt like a cold, empty void filled his heart. Everything seemed different, even the air.

Everything led back to you.

It was him who pushed you away, who told you he needed space, when all he needed was you. He regretted everything he said that night, so much. He knew he was hurting, and took it on you. The only person who actually understood him.

And just like, you were gone out of his life. He remembers the door banging shut as you left, his voice hoarse from shouting and arguing with you, a crumpled tissue in his hand, full of the tears you wiped away from your eyes and threw at him.

He didn't know why he did it, why he ended things. But he knew he wanted you back, so badly. And now, he's left wondering if you two could've fixed it, or if it was already too late by the time he finally realized.

He felt his heart tighten, the longing pain taking a hold of him. Everything seemed to suffocate him, as if a snake was being around his body, its hold tight and choking. His surroundings felt empty. Dark. Overwhelming.

The silence was deafening. Joao couldn't take it anymore.

The remote was laying beside him, and he grabbed it, switching on the large TV screen in front of him. The light shining at his face was too bright, and the show that was on was your favourite.

He'd do anything to get you to come home to him. To kiss him. To hug him. To love him.

Joao regretted his actions, he knew he messed up. He should've gathered his thoughts and followed you out as you shut the door. He should've went to your apartment and begged you for forgiveness. If he had done that, maybe he wouldn't be thinking about it now.

The idea haunts him, that everything between you could've been fixed with a few words, a little patience. He could be with you now, but no, he was and idiot and he lost you because of it.

The reality hits: it’s over. He knows you can’t go back to what you were. He tries to distract himself with everything around him, but it feels pointless. Everything felt pointless.

For now, all he could do was spend his days in a haze, reminiscing you

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[final-script]

Baby Pulisic | Christian Pulisic

Pairing:Christian Pulisic x Reader

Sumary: Bebe Pulisic is on his way.

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

Gif: lovelynnikol16

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You had, you had married the love of your life, the man of your dreams, and the future father of your children.

That future wasn't far away.

(...)

A few weeks before your wedding day, you had found out that you were expecting a baby from your future husband.

Fortunately, you had realized this because of the lack of your period and not because of the horrible sickness that had not yet begun and to your luck.

Was realizing this in this way helping you to be able to say it to Christian in a special way? Maybe?

Although I think the only thing that would be special about the news, besides its content, was that I would tell him on our special day, something like... A wedding gift

(...)

Ch- Can you believe we're married, you're Mrs. Pulisic now.

Y/N- I think I started to believe it, when I was walking down the aisle doing me to you.

Hugging each other, we shared a small moment, while watching our guests have fun.

Ch- Looking back, I thank you for having been so clueless, the day I met you.

Y/N- you're not clueless, you just forgot the instructions.

Ch- It's the same thing, but like I said, I'm glad I got it done.

Y/N- and I for having been there to save you. I laughed mockingly  - listen, there's something I want to tell you.

By my words I go into protective mode.

Ch- Is everything okay?

Y/N- don't worry, I am, I just wanted to give you a gift in advance.

Ch- It must be something important, if it can't wait?

Y/N- It is, although we will have to wait a little anyway.

Ch- what do you mean? 

Y/N- you, although I should really say, our gift, is already here, we just have to wait a few months to meet him/her.

I pulled away from his embrace, so I could show him what I meant.

Ch- you... I, really we...   With tears in my eyes I nodded.

Y/N- Bebe Pulisic is on the way.

Christian's smile gave rise as he leaned over and kissed me before bringing both hands to my small lump.

Ch- thank you, just thank you.

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ANOTHERS

FOOTBALL MASTERLIST

English Clases - Julian Alvarez x Reader

[loviingpedri]

eras tour - christian pulisic

warnings: grammar issues, cursing, some suggestive things(?)

credits to owners for the images.

this will be written from philadelphia night 2. i recommend listening to the setlist while reading, enjoy!!!

christian pulisic knew you were a major swiftie. it was only right that you were dating a taylor-coded man.

“christian, are you ready to see your pennsylvania twin?” you jumped in excitement. you anticipated this day. you wore your lover corset with the classic flowy white pants. whilst, christian matched with you. his lover themed pastel jacket over a white shirt which were complimented with white pants.

“yes ma’am. i’ve been preparing this entire day.” it was true. christian was dedicated to learn the entire setlist just to sing along with you. he even prepared for the surprised songs. of course, his favorite album was fearless because of the country songs. his second one would be her debut, Taylor Swift, but he was disappointed since it wasn’t in the setlist.

arriving to the stadium, mostly swifties’ boyfriends asked him for an autograph and pictures. trading bracelets was probably the most memorable thing to him. he was shocked on how positive swifties are.

lover

your favorite album was lover. which made sense to take your boyfriend since the introduction was lover. each song from the album seemed to symbolize your relationship. the lyrics to miss americana & the heartbreak prince was sang with full passion.

“you know, some people call her miss americana and you’re captain america.” christian was always shocked every time you tell him what his fans say online. he put emphasize on the lyric “it’s you and me” into your ear.

christian had learned the lyrics to cruel summer even before listening to the setlist. he listened to it so much. you played it in the car, while you were cooking, sometimes he would hear it in his sleep. he especially knew the bridge since you constantly yelled it.

he was amazed at your confidence during “the man”. he was dancing while you sang the song. the hand gestures while the eye contact spread love throughout your body. the vibes during “you need to calm down” were unmatched. it was mostly you “calming down”for the next 2 hours of screaming.

during lover, christian looked at you with nothing but love. if they had enough space, he would’ve pulled you into slow dancing. each time you made eye contact, it was almost like hearts in each of your eyes sparkled. christian put his arm around your shoulder while rocking side to side as you sang the lyrics. “you’re my lover.” he said to you before kissing your forehead.

the archer was one of your all-time favorite songs in the album. you screamed the lyrics while christian praised you. he held your hand as you were pointing to taylor and singing with her.

videos went out of you and christian dancing. both of you didn’t have a care in the world. it felt that your relationship was in the lover era.

fearless

christian was hyped up after mostly relaxing during the last 3 songs. the inner cowboy in him suddenly came out. christian seemed to be singing louder than you during fearless. the iconic heart hands were held up. you wanted to the do the fearless spin with her, but there was no space. christian seemed so excited, you thought he was gonna fall through the floor based on how much he was jumping. “you belong with me” was the “couple” moment between you two. holding hands while screaming the chorus was a sign to the universe that you were soulmates. actually, his smile did light up the whole stadium. it didn’t matter if the singing was horrible, it only mattered that your boyfriend was happy to be with you at the concert. during karaoke, he would sing along with you even if it wasn’t a duet.

love story was bound to make you cry. luckily, you couldn’t relate to the song since your parents adored him. singing the lyrics made you realize that there’s nothing to stop your relationship. your love story was perfect. you pointed to him while singing “you were romeo”. christian had realized the amount of proposals around you. did he have an engagement ring ready? yes. did he plan on proposing today? no, but he wished he did. it would’ve been a perfect moment. he regretted not proposing during love story, but there were other chances.

evermore

you manifested ‘tis the damn season energy away from your relationship. evermore was definitely the most peaceful album. it was the most prettiest stage with the trees. willow made you dance the most softest way ever. screaming the lyrics.

“that’s my man.” pointing right at christian then hugging him. he listened to you sing knowing you dedicated the lyrics towards him. he was rocking you while listening to your voice. majorie and champagne problems were mostly heartbreaking songs. all christian could think about was if you were concentrating on the lyrics. the bridge of champagne problems really messed with your head.

“she would’ve made such a lovely bride. what a shame she was fucked in the head.” emotions was filled. if anything, you considered asking christian to break up with you 24 hours before to make the concert even more emotional. but the song was the biggest “what if?”.

tolerate it was a song that made you think of what christian was thinking. evermore was the emotional wreck album. what if you were too attached to him? he gave you a smile in reassurance as you gave him a sad look. he knew what was going through your mind.

reputation

BEST HYPE ALBUM EVER. if you weren’t in your lover era, then this would be top 10 in no question. ready for it was the go to bad bitch song. constant head bopping and jumping. you were practically screaming the lyrics to christian’s face. all he could do was praise you for the excitement releasing out of your body. fortunately, ready for it was the beginning. the rest of the energy was saved for the rest of reputation.

delicate was the song to describe christian’s current situation. after the rumors of transfers, the amount of deals, just the complicated mess of things. you stood by his side no matter what. no matter how frustrated he was, no matter the complicated situation, no matter the indecisive thoughts, you were always there to help ease his mind.

“my reputation’s never been worse, so you must like me for me.” the constant hate for betraying chelsea was unmatched. it was a bold move to attend the concert after the shitty season and for even trying to transfer. you knew christian loved the song, but damn, you’ve never seen your boyfriend sing a song with so much passion.

fuck his passion, don’t blame me was playing. the hip swinging and the hair flipping was constantly happening. you sang so loud that you could only hear yourself at one point.

“don’t blame me, love made me crazy.” you put your hands on christian’s shoulders and shook him. you just proved that your drug was in fact him. he loved the song as much as you did, but apparently he did not get the memo for the bridge. he tried to sing it with her, but you quickly shut him up.

“SHUT UP SHE’S ABOUT TO TAKE US TO CHURCH.” a moment of silence for the queen singing her iconic high note. the whole stadium roared right after. your whole night was made after the high note. let’s talk about the transition from don’t blame me to look what you made me do was crazy. it was smart, iconic, and every positive word in the dictionary. you danced along with taylor as she sang. meanwhile, christian just stood beside you singing with his arms crossed. he obviously wasn’t feeling the vibe you were going for. if anything, you danced just as dramatically as her. the night was beautiful. if it wasn’t for your boyfriend, you would’ve been in your reputation era even if there was no enemies to sing to.

speak now

enchanted was your shit. speak now in general was one of the best. was it sad that it was only one song? of course. was it worth it? fuck yes.

“i was enchanted to you. this night is sparkling, don’t you let it go.” now you and christian were facing each other while holding hands. you sang the lyrics so loud, he faked getting teary eyed. taylor’s bridges were like a match made in heaven. you knew every one by heart. this one was by far the most passion you expressed in the whole concert. enchanted was basically the story of how you met him. except, the story is still continuing today.

(guys i swear this would be longer if it wasn’t one song.)

red

22 was amazing. it was definitely the happiest song, which reminded you of the happiest time. you first met christian on your 22 birthday. 22 was the favorite number, favorite song, and favorite age. it reminded you of peaceful times. it brings back your clubbing days sometimes.

“keep dancing like we’re 22” the eras concert did in fact keep you dancing like you were 22. christian was only 24, but he could not keep dancing like that prime time or he would have aching bones in the morning.

now, IF the breakup would end up messy, we are never getting back together would be blasting into christian’s ears nonstop. christian constantly looked at you in shock as you sang with so much passion. at one point, he was so confused that he questioned if the relationship was over.

listen, it wasn’t the best story to tell your parents that you met your future husband at a club. but, it matched “i knew you were trouble” . it wasn’t the most romantic “first met” story, he definitely caused trouble to get your attention. the lyrics didn’t match his personality, thank god. yet, he would’ve been humbled by the way you screamed like you were in agony for the song.

all too well was the best 10 minutes of your life. previously, you made a whole document interpreting the whole song because christian asked. he knew the whole song since he was team fuck jake gyllenhaal. he promised not to mess you over if you didn’t write a whole 10 minute song about him.

“dancing around in the kitchen” favorite lyric because it was your favorite bonding time with christian. although the song was very heartbreaking, you smiled to yourself thinking about all of the memories with your lovely boyfriend. you remembered it all too well. before christian, you freshly got out of a toxic relationship. this song touched your heart because it was the biggest "fuck you" to the past. christian mumbled the lyrics knowing how you felt about the song. he knew the sad memories that ran through your head. his arm over you, you hugging his torso. now you could only remember his comfort all too well.

folklore

you were giddy at “the 1”. you matched your little jumps to the beat. christian was the one even if the song talked about heartbreak. you didn’t have a dream, he was doing his cool shit with you. you were the one for him, and he was the one for you. you didn’t have to wish for anything, he was the something and you wouldn’t change anything about him.

betty was also meaningful to you. betty reminded you of your ex trying to win you back with his shitty paragraph after he had been caught making out with a girl at a party. luckily, christian was always there to help you. you happily moved on in your life, also answering to his paragraph with a picture of you and christian making out. “plus i saw you dance with him.” yep, the next day you saw your ex at the club. you mostly dedicated your time to dancing with your soulmate. he was so desperate that he came to your house trying to win you over with flowers. he was yelling outside your door about how you were the only one for him. he constantly said that he missed you, but too bad you didn’t feel the same about him. he finally shut up and left when christian opened the door with only a towel covering his waist down, clearly annoyed.

you couldn’t lie, taylor was the best story-teller. “the last great american dynasty” was a song which you couldn’t think much, but only sing. you and christian waved your arms side to side as you swayed your hips to the rhythm.

august was the shit. YOUR shit. it brings back the memory of you and christian in your living room spinning round and round to the song. especially after getting involved into watching the summer i turned pretty. who knew a celebrity could be so interested in a show about a teenage love triangle. after binge watching the show, the song definitely hit harder. the bridge was the most intense singing. if the space wasn’t tiny, then you would fall on your knees pretending to have a mic. fortunately, thats a performance only christian would get at home. hand in hand, you and christian were yelling the lyrics to each other’s faces.

illicit affairs leaves a memory of denial. you honestly thought christian was a one night stand. no, you didn't cheat. did you hide from your family and friends? yes you did. you didn't think christian would take you serious since he was famous. it was shocking when he asked you for a second date. hiding your phone when he texted you. how you denied smiling at your phone after his mildly funny joke. how at parties you hid in the bathroom just to talk to him. you knew you loved him when he asked to meet at a cafe in the middle of day, leaving your parents at home with a dumb excuse of "i need to go for a run". you knew, you would ruin yourself for him.

folklore was an emotional album. it literally summarized your last boyfriend. cheating, manipulative, and upsetting. you felt freedom without your ex in the life. christian's grip on your hand tighten. my tears ricochet was a song you were thankful for. you felt the need to move on. fuck those memories, and you were doing better than ever.

cardigan was a song you always played on road trips. christian knew what was coming. even if the song was about a love triangle, it would always bring you back into dancing with him on a snowy night in an empty road. sometimes, christian would listen to it on his own time after a lost. "cause when you are young, they assume you know nothing". it was a perfect summary for the last season at chelsea. after months of denial in his career, it was known ac milan was gonna be the best decision.

1989

style was a song to describe the up-beat relationship. after successfully sneaking out from friends and family, didn't even know where you were going, you knew he was gonna be your forever person. in that car ride, he would look at you with a little sparkle in his eyes, specifically looking at your red glossed lips. it felt like y'all would be driving for hours since he would be looking at you whenever he could. both of you never wanting the moment to end. as you played with his freshly new beach blonde hair, often complimenting it when he kept asking you if you liked it. then to innocently playing with the strings of his ripped jeans that were accompanied to his white shirt that was definitely randomly picked to go pick you up. making his bold move to touching your thigh on the car ride, which was not far from the hem of your skirt. even after multiple calls from your parents as you walked through the park. literally dancing to some random music on the empty streets. it felt like the roads were only made for you and him to walk back and forth together. you really did want him to take you home, and to stay with you forever.

blank space is basically your drunk thoughts. the first verse is your drunk thoughts in the club as you approached christian. it was a recap of your jealous nights as girls swarmed over your boyfriend. blank space was like a symbol to a fresh new relationship. it also described a messy phase between the two. almost ruining the whole relationship considering your delusional thoughts of christian only seeing you when it was good for him. what can i say, you and taylor were like twins. shake it off was in christian's top 3 favorite songs (first was our song of course) because after receiving nothing but backlash, he still managed to put up a smile through everything. then, it also resembled the hate comments you were told on social media since revealing your relationship. the pictures on instagram were the simplest "fuck off" as an answer. even the best people get criticism, so just shake off what other people think.

tmi, but wildest dreams was definitely the song for private moments with christian. how he would stare at you in an off-white dress at team parties. how he would wipe off your red lipstick after kissing you. or when he slowly touches your hand while he's in an important conversation. your relationship was definitely not a secret, but it was private. no one knew what you did. the only aspect that was different from wildest dreams was that everything in the relationship lasts forever. you were in his wildest dreams.

ugh the fire that was going to appear during bad blood excited you. bad blood is the ultimate bad bitch song. if better then revenge didn’t tell you that you were the villian, bad blood would definitely humble you. the song was previously saved to christian’s work out and pre-game playlist to get him worked out. nothing gets a man worked up like a good rivalry. both of you screaming the lyrics just seemed like a response to the people who decided to hate for no reason. the fire just made everything better. as you constantly jumped up and down while singing with the random person next to you.

surprise songs

ITS LIKE SHE KNEW CHRISTIAN WAS THERE. the first surprise song was forever & always from the fearless album. i swear, you thought you saw tears forming in his eyes when she didn’t even finish saying once upon a time. forever & always was one of his favorite songs. actually, he previously kept mentioning how happy the beat was for lyrics that was so sad. he even faked playing the guitar along with her as he continued to show his happiness. the way he jumped with his fake guitar reminded you of him doing the same thing in your living room as the tv blasted the song. later on, causing a noise complaint. after the song was finished, he grabbed your shoulders and shook you gently screaming “we are forever & always, but I CAN’T BELIEVE SHE JUST PERFORMED THAT SONG.”

the scream you let out as you recognized the chords to this love. as heartbreaking as the song was, the vocals were unmatched. this love was one of the most underrated songs of 1989 (me manifesting 1989 taylor’s version). you often sang the chorus while cooking, so christian knew all the important parts. you understood how he felt during forever & always. i think you shed a few tears right after. this love never left.

midnights

it was a bit upsetting to know the concert was about to end. lavender haze made you feel some type of way that you never felt before. watching the visuals and props on stage. focusing on her talented dancers. lavender haze was always a song playing from your phone while you’re walking because you didn’t care what people were thinking. especially what they said about your relationship. the song often describes the honeymoon phase, perfect song for the moment in time. the emotions were beginning to come out.

anti-hero was christian’s anthem for the season. he blamed himself for the losses on the games, but he owned up and is doing better now. even though anti-hero lyrics are a bit sad, it was a song for people to own up to their mistakes. christian didn’t need to have the song on repeat, he knew the lyrics from how much it played on the radio or how it was played everywhere when it was released. singing the chorus as loud as you could, he grabbed your hand and just threw them in the air. clapping at the beat with other swifties. more videos taken from fans of just christian’s horrible dancing to it.

midnight rain was your favorite song of the album. christian knew the song very well since you played it while cleaning.

“he was sunshine, i was midnight rain.” although the lyric isn’t as sad, it described the relationship. imagine the golden retriever and black cat duo, that was you two. his smile lit up places, how his humor managed to bring people to laugh. no, you weren’t depressing midnight rain, but rather supportive and private midnight rain. you were always gonna be his number one supporter even when your face isn’t showing it.

instantly, you screamed mother at vigilante shit. christian instantly closed his eyes as respect, but you reassured him that it was okay. actually, it was kinda funny. you thought you felt the floor shake since everyone was so excited for her performance. the confidence came back to you. the song gave you a feeling of putting men into their place. your boyfriend was just looking at you, only looking at the stage when the scenes calmed down. seems like christian was distracted in his thoughts since he was trying to explain to you how funny it was that vigilantes are known as heroes, but one of her other songs were anti-hero.

bejeweled was christian’s favorite. mostly because it reminded him of you. it reminded him of your teeth who were similar to pearls. or how your eyes sparkled like diamonds. or that your outfits were mostly glitter. it almost reminded him on how he would be having a bad day, but when he walks into the house and sees you, his mood instantly changes. you were even glowing when you cried, your tears shaped as sapphires. some people think that jewelry makes you happy, but christian thinks you’re his prettiest jewel.

mastermind is the living proof that you were soulmates with him. i mean, you did everything just to see him. you dropped everything for him. and so did he. he sacrificed anything for you. he cared for you. it wasn’t a coincidence that the universe put you two together. everything happened for a reason. the universe knew you would bring the best out of him, like he brought out the best out of you. even if you planned different ways just for you to see him. you were a mastermind of it all.

karma made you sad and happy at the same time. the end of a happy bonding moment with your boyfriend, but the song was too happy to be sad about. whipping your head side to side as the catchy chorus was sung. your hands also describing what you were singing. christian matched your energy perfectly as the concert was ending. you never felt more happy. i don’t think your wedding could even make you this happy.

[avalentina]

Bookstore Owner Y/N x Christian Pulisic Preview

Warnings: Multi-Lingual (Some Italian mixed in, I will translate most of it), otherwise none as of yet, this is just super cute and fluffy so far, the reader is half American half Italian but grew up in Italy.

892 Words

I’m grabbing another box of reshelves when the little chime above the door of Rose’s Books dings. My grandmother used to call me her little rose and it was her who fueled my love of books. When I get out from the storeroom, a young guy about my age is wandering around looking at everything. He looks like he just finished an early evening run. His short hair has these adorable natural curls to it and when his amazing brown eyes meet mine, the box slips from my hands and thumps to the floor, landing on my foot.

“Merda, ouch.” I yelp as he rushes over with a shy smile on his face and grabs the box. Easily hoisting it onto the nearby counter.

“Is your foot okay?” He asks with an American accent and my stomach erupts in butterflies.

“It’s not the first time and it won’t be the last. Bruised toes tend to happen when you own a bookstore.”

“Oh, you own this place? It’s cozy, I like it.” He says, that shy smile back

“Thank you.”

“I take it you’re Rose?” He asks.

“Well technically my name is Y/N, rose is a nickname from my best childhood memories, so it seemed fitting. But anyways, did you just come in to browse or are you in need of a specific title?” I ask, shaking myself out of the daze and back into sales mode.

“I was hoping you had a copy of The Sorcerer’s Stone. I lost mine.” He says sheepishly.

“I don’t have The Sorcerer’s Stone, but I do have The Philosopher’s Stone.” I say with a knowing smile.

“I keep forgetting it has a different name in America.” He says and we fill the short walk over to its shelf with talk about Potter. I hand him the book and our fingers brush as he takes it from me.

“All set then, or do you need some time to browse?” I ask, hoping he opts for the latter option.

“I think I will take a peek around if that’s okay?”

“Of course,” I nod. “Can I get you anything to drink? I’m a firm believer that a good book is always better with a comforting drink.” I’ve got a little setup of some espresso, tea options, water, lemonade, and my favorite apple cider behind the register station.

“Maybe just a small lemonade.” He says and I grab him one before going back to my shelving. As I go around the shop reshelving I feel the weight of his eyes on me from time to time and can’t help but take quick glances over at him as well. He’s just so pretty to look at.

I hear the door chime again, as my best friends and business partners Livia and Nico come in to help me close up the shop. Nico grabs his first box and starts reshelving before setting it aside and rushing back over.

“Y/N why is Christian Pulisic in the shop right now?” He asks me and I guess he’s referring to the cute guy with brown eyes.

“He needed a new copy of Philosopher’s Stone. What’s wrong with that?”

“He's Christian Pulisic, one of the new signings for AC Milan.

“So he’s a footballer?” I ask.

“One of the BEST footballers ever. I bought his jersey to wear to games as soon as the transfer was finalized.”

“Okay Nico, breathe, he’s also a normal human being. Why don’t you do the reshelves in the kids section and I’ll finish your area.”

“Would it be a bad time for me to get his autograph?”

“Of course not, happy to chat with a fan.” The guy who I guess is kind of a big deal says to Nico with a genuine smile and extends his hand so Nico can shake it.

“Ciao. È un piacere conoscerti di persona. Sei incredibile. Adoro quando fai scivolare la palla tra le gambe di un altro giocatore, penso che tu la chiami nutmeg, comunque è così bello.”

“I'm going to be honest. I have no idea what you just said. I recognized nutmeg but that's about it.

“Not to worry Christian, I can translate Nico for you. He said, Hello. It’s nice to meet you in person. You’re amazing. I love it when you slip the ball through another player’s legs, I think you call it a nutmeg, anyway it's so cool.” I say. “Nico just has a tendency to get all of his rushed thoughts and ramblings out in Italian. It's a lot easier.”

“That makes sense. Maybe all I need is an Italian tutor.” He says, looking at me with that shy smile.

“Oooh, Y/N would be amazing at that. After all, she is half American.” Livia chimes in, having finished her round of reshelves.

Christian raises an eyebrow and my face flushes as I explain. “My father was on vacation in Florence when he met my mother who was on holiday there with her friends.”

“Her parents are the best Italian love story. Boy meets girl, boy falls in love with girl, boy and girl enjoy classic Italian food, boy up and moves to Italy to be with girl.” Livia adds and I bury my face in my hands.

“That's actually adorable.” Christian says. “So what do you say? Will you help me learn Italian?”

[thegirlwiththeblush]

Topolino

Ezio Auditore x Reader

Summary: A pickpocket runs into an unusual altercation on his way home from his daily antics. 

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: Swearing in Italian

Special thanks to @vorsdany, one of my fav humans who courageously proofread for me once again (love ya bro <3)

i hope at least one person enjoys this because i have no fellow assassin's creed fan friends :,D

The wind whistled lowly through the alley I crouched in as I counted my day’s worth of findings. I shook the florins into my hand, trying not to grab the attention of passersby. Counting money wasn’t a crime, but had I been lucky, the total would’ve been incredibly suspicious.

But unfortunately, the victims of my shenanigans that day must not have been as wealthy as I would’ve liked, because I hadn’t even come close to my goal. I grumbled softly as I spilled my findings back into my leather purse, pulling the strings taut before stowing it in my shirt.

Findings, plunder, dirty money, call it what you want.

I rose to my feet with little enthusiasm; I didn’t like going home without hitting my target. Maybe on my way back I could sneak a couple more florins, just for the satisfaction. I’d have enough to buy something substantial for breakfast the next morning before starting up my escapades once again.

Peeking out of the alley, I joined the crowds with the smallest movements possible, careful to avoid the attentive gazes of any nearby guards as we headed into the town square. The sun sank lower in the sky as I shifted through the streets, jumping from group to group, never walking alone. People were quick to recognize a pickpocket, and if I ran into anyone I’d previously preyed on, my small collection from the day would be the least of my problems.

Shopkeepers all around were packing down their stalls, and travelling doctors were packing up their equipment. No doubt they all had families or friends to go home to, wives to complain to their customers about, frustrating children who took up their personal space, neighbours who intruded at the most inconvenient times. They must consider themselves so unfortunate, and yet I’d give anything to be in their shoes, instead of going ‘home’ to an abandoned, dilapidated gondola. I sighed heavily and shifted from the crowded town square into a narrower street, gently pushing aside an obnoxious minstrel as I went.

Only to stumble upon two figures dueling around three corpses.

I ran and grabbed a ledge nearby, hoisting myself up to avoid the clashing swords as the two of them moved up and down the alley with ease, their swords still swinging back and forth. I crouched and observed in stunned silence; one of the figures, garbed in a white, flowing cloak, appeared to be gaining the advantage over the other, who, upon closer inspection, I recognized as a guard, as were the bodies sprawled over the path. This guy appeared to be in over his head.

“It's a good thing I needed an excuse to test out this new blade of mine,” the mysterious man remarked. “I must be lucky, stumbling upon an eager idiot like you.”

I was shocked to hear the confident tone coming from the cloaked figure. He sounded young, but bold, and his wisecrack didn’t slow him in his advances.

“I wouldn’t call a man who lost his father and brother in one fell swoop ‘lucky’,” the guard sniggered in retort, and the cloaked figure’s strikes became swifter and even more aggressive as he growled lowly, “Fottiti, bastardo!”

The guard stumbled back, and the vigilante didn’t miss a beat; sheathing his sword with one hand and drawing a short blade with his other, he grabbed the guard’s shirt front with his now free left hand and spun him round, wrapping his arm around his neck. He held the blade to the man’s throat, his hood keeping his face out of my sight.

“Please,” the guard whimpered, “have mercy on me!”

The cloaked figure shrugged. “Va bene,” he relented, before sliding the dagger clean across his gullet. “I’ll make it quick.”

The guard crumpled to the ground, a few strangled moans escaping his mouth before he went silent. The cloaked figure knelt and wiped his blade on the guard’s shirt, and he snuck his hand into the leather pouch at the waist, withdrawing a few florins with a smirk.

Only then did I realize my mouth had been agape as I’d watched, and a short involuntary noise of shock flew out before I could shut it. The man spun round to face me, holding his dagger in a defensive position as he looked me up and down.

“Merda,” he murmured somewhat nervously. “What do you want? What are you doing here?”

“I- I-” I stammered, but before I could come up with an answer, he was on the ledge next to me in two or three steps.

“I didn’t even see you sneak in here,” he said, tilting his head like he was trying to figure out a puzzle. “You sly devil; were you sent to spy on me?”

“No, no, not at all,” I hurriedly assured him, my hands raised slightly, afraid he might not believe me. “I swear, this is my route home and I stumbled upon your little conflitto, and I did not wish to interrupt.”

He raised an eyebrow at me. “Conflitto, hm? You think that’s all it was?”

He acted as if he wanted me to call him out. “What, are you some kind of dangerous criminal? Or did they call you bambino and hurt your feelings?”

He inhaled sharply and stepped toward me, and suddenly I lost my newly-found confidence and raised my hands once again. “Just a joke, just a joke!” I protested, and gave a short laugh as if to prove it. He rolled his eyes and turned away from me, climbing down from the ledge.

I blinked in confusion. “Y- You’re just gonna walk away?”

“I have better things to do than entertain a little intelligentone who’s up past their bedtime,” he replied without turning his head. “I’m going home.”

I was no longer impressed by this guy; now, he was getting on my nerves. I jumped down after him, and before he could turn to face me, I snuck his stiletto out of its place in his belt, slipping it complacently into my own.

“What do you want, birbante?” he demanded roughly, swinging something around on his finger by the drawstring.

My leather purse. How the hell-

“Give me back my blade and you can have your dirty money, fair and square.” He held his hand out patiently, and I handed him the dagger with little hesitation, reaching for the purse. He smirked at my desperation, and I scowled. “You think you’re clever, hm, furfante? You want to play a little game?”

I couldn’t say I liked the patronizing tone he’d taken on, but after that stunt, his proposition was enticing. I wanted to know what else this mysterious and strangely dressed young man had up his sleeve.

“All right,” I relented. “What did you have in mind?”

He turned to face the town square behind us, his gaze settling on the tallest building, and he nodded to himself. “I want you to race me to the top of that building.”

I blinked once again, but I let the moment of hesitation pass. “Sure,” I agreed, folding my arms confidently. I had no doubt this man was incredibly agile, but I was not going to back down after he challenged me like I was a toddler.

He cracked his knuckles and smirked at me. “On my count, then.” He took a deep breath and shook out his legs and arms in preparation. “One, two-”

“Three!” I could not possibly have resisted the opportunity; I took off, leaving him in the dust and reaching the base of the tower in seconds. Leaping up and grabbing a small outcrop with both hands, I resisted the temptation to look down and check his progress. I reached up with smug satisfaction, sure that my surprise was enough of a headstart to ensure my victory.

Until a light grunt a few palms away from me startled me out of my reverie.

He was not climbing, but rather, leaping; as he flew up from each perch, he reached for the next, clasping with both hands and using his incredible upper body strength to hoist himself up.

Unlike me, he was unable to resist the urge; he snuck a peek down at me and sent a charming smirk my way before resuming his ascent.

I groaned in frustration when I realized I’d come to a complete stop to watch his method. I continued climbing, reaching for anything I could get a decent grip on. I was fast, but nowhere near fast enough; by the time my blistered hands had gotten me half-way, he was dangling his legs over the edge of the top, watching me with his chin in his palm and his elbow resting on his thigh.

“You’re like a little mouse,” he taunted. “You scurry, but ever so slow! If I’d known you were going to take so long, I’d have brought some bread and wine up with me; I’m starving up here.”

“Maybe I did this on purpose, then, to give you a taste of my life,” I retorted bitterly. “Not everyone can just go around murdering soldiers when they want to break the law.”

As I pulled myself up the last few arms and up onto an overhang, he narrowed his eyes at me. “You think I was fighting because I had to steal food?”

I shrugged slightly as I crawled carefully over to where he sat on the edge. “How should I know? I just met you.”

He grunted. “Fair point.” Sighing deeply, he added, “It’s far more complicated than that, I’m afraid.”

Unsure of what to say, I nodded slowly, waiting to see if he would continue.

“My name is Ezio,” he explained. “Ezio Auditore.”

I recognized the name. After a moment of contemplation, I remembered where from; two men by that name had been hanged a few weeks ago, for a crime I could not recollect.

“My family was falsely accused of treason,” he added, as if reading my thoughts. “I seek to avenge them. That is all you need to know.” He looked so sad as he finished this statement that I felt a twinge of pity for him, forgetting our petty competition. I had no doubt he was telling the truth.

“Well, I live in an abandoned gondola and I steal money from people,” I said, “so, if that makes you feel any better...”

He chuckled lightly, and smiled at me; the gesture filled me with a warmth I had not felt in years; something like what I’d felt when my mother or father would smile at me, but, a little different.

Before I could express any sort of feeling, he rose to his feet, dusting himself off. “Well, topolino,” he said, “this was fun. We should meet again and have a rematch someday.”

I laughed. “Topolino, hm? That’s quite an upgrade from birbante.”

He grinned mischievously, tousling my hair and filling my stomach once again with warm butterflies. “Like I said,” he whispered, “like a little mouse.”

He wrapped his cloak tighter around himself, perching on the overhang I’d pulled myself up on earlier. Turning back for one last look at me, he beamed and winked at me, before leaping over the edge.

My jaw dropped as he disappeared, but I breathed a sigh of relief at the sound of his body hitting a wheelbarrow full of hay below. I peeked over to watch him sprint away, already missing his charming aura, wily as it was.

Reluctantly, I began my descent, wondering if I’d ever see the hooded vigilante ever again.

Translation Guide: fottiti: fuck you bastardo: bastard va bene: all right merda: shit intelligentone: wiseguy/know-it-all/smart-ass birbante: rascal furfante: scoundrel topolino: baby mouse

[kb9-ships-mistercriky]

Nuova fic, seguito di Delirio, sempre santheo ma tragicamente triste perché è su quel che succede a Giugno 2023. Alla fine dovevo scriverla.

INEVITABILE

'“Presto o tardi se ne andrà ed io mi sono appena reso conto che sono così dipendente da lui, che non so se ce la farò, quando non ci sarà più.” Non aveva idea che ad andarsene non sarebbe stato Theo.' Dalla relazione sessuale a quella amorosa è un attimo, Sandro e Theo si prendono molto durante la stagione fino a che arriva la bomba di giugno che vede Sandro andarsene al Newcastle. Come l'avranno vissuta?

[frycfbnjmbxkhdhrajraufs]

isn’t it crazy i was just watching the fw stream for prada men and had no idea they were there i was like “imagine matt turns the corner all sexy” then i check tumblr….

[halalspamhabibti]

An odd nightly encounter (Maldini vampire AU) (Drabble)

Description: Daniel Maldini starts doubting his normality

Notes: -I had this silly concept idea of Paolo Maldini being a vampire, even though I'm not a vampire fan at all, so I thought I'd Drabble with it using his son. -sorry if any one is OOC, I'm not that familiar with the players in this. -English is not my first language!! -just a Drabble! -mayyybe I'll write a part 2

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In the middle of the cold and pitch-black night, Olivier was frantically yet quietly running after he had somehow managed to successfully steal something from the AC Milan headquarters,the tall and muscular Frenchman was running as fast as he could, which wasn't very fast, not only due to his notorious pace but also because he could barely see anything, before he could reach the car waiting for him, he froze right in his tracks in front of nothing but a pair of big, inhumanly bright, crystal teal eyes that didn't exactly convey a certain emotion, they even looked somewhat confused and surprised, but still stared piercingly through him, as soon as he retained his senses, he hurriedly turned on his flashlight and aimed the white beam straight at the eyes to see who or "what" they belonged to, and to his relief he immediately heard a familiarly cute groan of pain, not only did those eyes belong to a human, and that human was his young teammate, Daniel.

"Dani!" Cried Olivier in confused relief, he began to feel a bit frustrated at this odd interruption of his plans, "wh-what are you doing out all alone at this hour?" Olivier asked quickly without much thought, "me?" Daniel questioned while he finished rubbing his eyes after they were hit with the light, "I'm just taking a nightly stroll not too far from home, what are YOU doing frantically running in the middle of the night? And straight from Casa Milan?" Olivier panicked internally as he took into thought who Daniel's father is, not only did he fear being directly reported to the sporting director, but having THE Paolo Maldini disappointed in you is something nobody would want, without much thought into his excuses, he immediately tried to clear things up and shift the focus to something else, "w-well I'm just taking advantage of the empty streets to take a jog, y'know? Besides, at least I brought a flashlight with me, how come you're walking around in the black darkness? You wouldn't be able to see anything! Seems pretty suspicious to me..." Dani looked around, Olivier almost seized the opportunity to say goodbye when Dani suddenly became nervously excited to say something

"look, this is supposed to be a secret, but I can't help but tell someone, I can actually see in the dark, isn't that amazing?"

"Makes sense when you have glowing eyes that scare the hell out of people trying to jog, now that I remember, this isn't the first time I've seen them glow" Olivier replied with a bit of forced laughter, he was now fully relieved that his case was off, but then it fully hit him, "but it doesn't make sense..." he wondered, "there is no condition on earth that gives people the ability to see in pitch-black...how is that possible?" "Well my parents told me I was blessed with strong eyes like my father, and that they fed me lots of carrots as a baby" Daniel explained, in an honest and confident voice, there was no sense of deception in his tone whatsoever, this is truly what he knows

"Dani...that's not..that's not a logical explanation" Daniel stared for a bit after a moment of realization then he "now that I think about it, it really isn't, but that's all I've known.."

"Have you ever been taken to a doctor?"

"Of course, but none of it was ever about my eyes" Olivier thought for a moment, though he was sleepy and exhausted at this point, so his brain wasn't really on it's full motors, and then it looked like he

had come to a conclusion, more important a conclusion that'll make Dani forget about Olivier's odd "jogging"

"Dani, have you ever thought about how sharp your teeth are? they're like fangs.."

"Yes? What does that have to do with it?"

"Well I'm just saying, sharp teeth, along with night vision and glowing eyes, these are all traits of a vampire,no? Maybe your parents haven't told you yet?"

"...Olivier..you're nearly forty..you can't be believing in folktales.."

"Not if there's one standing in front of me"

"Oh for God's sake Olivier, if I'm a vampire then how the hell can i stand in the sun completely unharmed?"

"Well you could only be HALF vampire"

"So you mean-"

"yes! It would explain so much about your father!"

"Like what exactly?" Daniel had no idea why someone technically old enough to be his parent was still suggesting that he and his father were vampires, and at this time of night as well, he had become frustrated but was too tired to be visibly angry,

"Well, it would certainly explain his graceful aging...and his-"

"Olivier...please...I'm too tired for this,if my father is a vampire, then how come he can use a mirror just fine?"

"Well there has to be an explanati-" Olivier couldn't finish his sentence before he had to yawn, now he realized how late he was, and he remembered that his partner in crime was waiting for him in the car, "why don't we both go home and discuss this later, I really need to sleep" suggested Dani, "yes,yes,that's exactly what I was going to say" Olivier blurted hurriedly

"Ciao"

"Ciao"

Each one of them parted ways, with Olivier making sure Daniel is out of sight before he started running back to the car.

[runahades]

The recent scene of Alberu in his Dark Elf form really made me itchy to draw my own version. Hope you guys like it~!

[n0vazsq]

୨ৎ just expanded my writing horizons by adding like 20 drivers + footballers i'm not attracted to from teams i don't like / don't support because i am trying to be inclusive of EVERYONE!!!

and bc i don't shame who ppl are attracted to like SOME PEOPLE (*cough* eve amelia cole *cough*)

so yes! you can check out the who i write for post to see the new ppl i added!

these are who i remember (ignore typos) :: cian shields, santiago ramos, tomass stolcermanis, kean nakamura-berta, flavy barla, valvedre, endrick, rodrygo, levi colwill, wesley fofana, pedro neto, dariusz stalmach

i'm probably not going to get reqs for them but they're there if any wants me to write for them! i think the f3/f4 drivers are unknown saur...

[final-script]

Becoming a Daddy | Christian Pulisic

Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Reader

Sumary: Where you see Christian become a father.

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

Gif: brasiliangp

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

But you couldn't be more wrong.

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

(...)

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

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

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

Attentive to any needs you might have.

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

(...)

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

Ch- I only care about you.

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

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

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

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

(...)

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

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

(...)

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

To your surprise, he managed to stay calm.

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

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

At all times Christian was by your side.

Finally your little one came into this world.

(...)

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

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

We both looked at our baby with tears of joy.

After 9 long months he was finally with us.

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

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

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

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ANOTHERS

FOOTBALL MASTERLIST

Knowing Family - Julian Alvarez x Reader

[onetouchparadise]

Lost ~ Sheldini

For @blaugrana-blues, hope you like it❤️

Too many memories came back to him as he strolled through those empty alleys, those narrow streets where they once hid fleeing retreat, to be free for a few hours, just the two of them, how hard it was to hold back those tears that had been threatening to escape for so long. That's why Paolo hadn't been back to Kiev since they… his heart refused to say it, his mind to think it, but that little voice that haunted his dreams at night had no problem doing it: 'You abandoned him can't you see? He came home and you never looked for him again, it's your fault! He must have already forgotten you…'.

He sat down on a bench, it was cold, like everything that day, maybe to warm up, maybe to cheer himself up he reached into his pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes, he took one and lit it, he didn't like smoking and he didn't most of the times but it had almost become a habit every time he thought about him, he took a drag and tried to distract himself by watching the smoke being blown by the cold wind and reflected on what he was doing there. He honestly didn't know why he had arrived in Kiev, he usually refused trips to the East in places that reminded him of his beloved (he didn't have the strength to say his name), but, since all the scouts were already active elsewhere, Maldini was sent to look for talents in the Ukrainian league, when he had finished his work and reports to send home, however, late at night, he decided to take a walk around the city, as he had done so many other times when they were still together.

He knew that seeing Kiev alone in the night would only bring him regrets, but he couldn't help it, he had an urgent need, and perhaps the small hope of finding him and fixing everything continued to throb in his chest.

Without even thinking about it, by dint of thinking about his former love, his feet left and he walked into the only Ukrainian road he knew by heart, the stones crunching as he walked there again, he left the park and went more towards the suburbs.

It didn't take long before arriving in front of the familiar house, the one where he had lived for a while during the summer season, the white walls, which had once been clean and perfect, now had lost a bit of colour, the garden seemed less well-kept, but there were some flowers and a swimming pool, which had not yet been brought when Paolo visited the house for the last time.

Suddenly the wind got colder and a part of him wanted to go back to the hotel, continue his scouting work and, when the time came, go back to Milan and pretend like nothing ever happened (although he knew this trip had already opened a wound inside). He continued to observe the house when he noticed a light on in the living room, someone was there and who else could it be if not ... Maldini wanted to escape but ended up coming face to face with the window, he could almost see inside: a burning fireplace, a cup of hot chocolate and a chair, turned towards the fire, yes, it was him. "Sheva..." He found himself whispering nostalgically, and then covering his mouth, but by now the damage had been done, and he would no longer be able to run away as he once would have done in a situation like this, he watched apprehensively as Andriy closed the book and placed it on the desk, got up from the armchair and went into the corridor, it was still as beautiful as the first time.

By now Paolo could no longer hold back and decided that he would see him, he was missing and this was his only chance, he pulled up the sleeves of his jacket and looked at the two bracelets he kept on his right wrist, next to a red and black one there was a gold chain "It reminds me of wheat, my home... and you are the only thing I love more than my home" he still had Sheva's words clear in his mind when he gave the chain to him, he holds it tight every day .

He moved closer to the door when the handle moved and the head of his beloved popped out of the door, his hazel eyes shone with disbelief and he immediately went to embrace that unexpected guest: "Paolo...I missed you so much.. ." he said in a subdued voice, whose words were hidden by the now wet jacket on the collar, and Maldini cried, cried out loud "I love you Andriy, but I couldn't have come sooner, I couldn't do it... I love you" and they stood there locked in an embrace that lasted centuries that broke when their heads lifted and their noses touched, they kissed briefly, as if it was forbidden for them, and then Sheva stroked Paolo's hair, remembering fondly the curls that adorned them, the other meanwhile was still crying and the Ukrainian whispered in his ear: "Come on, let's go inside." and they entered the house holding hands. The first thing Paolo saw was a ticket for Milan, the plane was going to fly in a week.

Maybe…the fate wanted them to be together again.