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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

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the-offside-rule · 5 months

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Julian Alvarez (Manchedter City) - Feliz Navidad

Christmas [From The Vault]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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lorarri · 10 days

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★ . . . 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 , 𝐉𝐀𝟏𝟗

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

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

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user replied to your story!

you and charles are such a cute couple

user replied to your story!

are you guys dating?

user replied to your story!

is charles you bf?

user replied to your story!

what does your dad think about you dating charles?

nothing cuz we aren't dating

juliaanalvarez replied to your story!

hola bby

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

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

baby you know we are just friends right 😭

yes but still....

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

ofc bby

I'm legit getting on the flight rn

I wouldn't miss it for the world

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

okay baby

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user replied to your story!

oh no my ship it's sinking

user replied to your story!

bae...that ain't charles

user replied to your story!

thank you for leaving charles for me

charles_leclerc replied to your story!

if he hurts you I will end him

I know char

thx bestie

np dumbass

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

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lilirari · 6 months

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𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⊹ ( ⚽ ) . . . FAKE TEXTS ² !

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ꩜⋆ jack's back with his cinderella dilemma and it just keeps on getting worse. i need mason to listen to nwjns fr. i miss gavi sm :( the emojis in frenkie's contact name literally represents me when him fr. ok anyways enjoy ! oh & requests for fake texts are open :p love u all mwah <3

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youkissedareaderinthedark · 7 months

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Part of It

Synopsis: Y/n has been the social media manager for the Argentina National Team for a few months now. She’s unofficially everyone’s favorite employee

young fem argentine reader x platonic argentina national football team

A/N: this fic will be regarding the entire team, but it will mainly feature: Alvarez, Fernandez, Molina, Garnacho, Messi, and De Paul, because those are the players I know the best.

more a/n: also please don’t be surprised if some of the info in this fic is false and the players are ooc, im not based in argentina so I could easily get a lot of these things wrong

. so

. for as long as you can remember, the only thing you’ve loved more than playing football is being behind a camera

. as a kid whenever you weren’t on the pitch itself, you were recording your teammates and friends, creating their own personal highlight reels

. and like every other kid in Argentina, you spent your entire childhood playing football

. but it wasn’t until you were a teenager when you started to discover your love for camera work

. it started when a teammate of yours asked you to record something for social media, initially as a joke

. but then the video got a couple hundred views, and you quickly began to love the feeling of creating something people can visually enjoy

. your teenage years were filled with football and videography

. then by the time your senior year came around, you knew you wanted to by apart of both scenes however you could in the future

. leading to your commitment to Cordoba National University with a major in communication and media studies

. you graduate in 2021, and spend a few weeks looking for jobs

. then you find Cordoba fc and their opening for a new social marketing manager

. you get hired within two weeks of applying as a social media manager

. because the Cordoba community is pretty small, you can spend a lot of time getting to know the players and the fans really well

. you learn a lot there, as it’s your first work experience for a professional football club

. you work there till the end of sepetmber/mid october, because through a few of your co-workers, you learn that Central Cordoba has an opening for social media manager

. which of course, you applied to and by the end of November, you’re part of the Central Cordoba staff

. it was a lot of fun; hanging out with players, befriending other staff, traveling with the team, and obviously, managing their social media

. you prove to be extremely efficient there, bringing in thousands of new fans

. which builds your reputation as an employee a lot

. and suddenly, you’re getting offers for different clubs around argentina

. only 1 stands out to you though

. Argentina’s national team offer

. because apparently, due to the world cup occurring at the end of the year, the communications directors wanted more publicity before the competition

. you obviously reply back, and a few weeks later you’re invited to their headquarters for an interview

. at first, you didn’t think you got the job because it took a while to hear back from the directors

. but then you wake up to yet another email waiting for you

. and you are officially argentina’s social media manager

. your first day is technically in april

. but you don’t meet any of the players until the end of that month

. you didn’t even know you were gonna meet the players that day so you were severely unprepared

. one moment you were making coffee with your co workers

. then lionel messi walks in beside rodrigo de paul

. they caught you by surprise

. both of them were really nice though

. you eventually learn that they all are

. your job mainly consists of filming the team together and managing the their social media accounts

. this is how you get to know each of the players

. you click with julian the most at first because of the age similarity

. he becomes your best friend within your first week

. any meetings that the both of you are included in are spent sitting on opposite sides of the room because you were told your friendship is “a disturbance to the work environment”

. you guys make it up by being attached to the hip before and after practices though

. a third of your camera roll is funny candid’s of julian

. you guys are bus seat partners and make fun out of annoying the other guys

. enzo is another close friend of yours

. you guys are always gossiping about something

. “did you hear about the new intern?”

. “apparently, somebody was found with somebody else in the break room after the meeting last week”

. “I swear he wasn’t even sick that one time, he was just at a party the night before”

. he tries to convince you to dye your hair like him

. and when you refuse, he lets you make up for it by helping him tone in

. you guys are always laughing together, no matter what the situation is

. you and molina have such a playful relationship

. you’re always making fun of him for no real reason

. he’s just trying to defend himself

. you do it for all of them, but his birthday photo dump is always the worst

. you two are always wandering around headquarters, looking for either someone to bother or something to entertain yourselves

. it always ends it great content though

. you have a soft spot for alejandro

. mostly because he has a crush on you and tries to play it off

. but you’ve known since the first few times of hanging out with him

. when you’re filming concent for the argentina pages, you’ll see alejandro trying to show off at least three times a video

. you find it hilarious

. the other guys tease him relentlessly for it

. you two are still good friends regardless

. he tries to be protective of you even though he’s literally four years younger than you

. again, you find it hilarious

. and he always gets shit from the other players

. leo is such a dad to you it’s funny

. he was so nice the first time you met him, and after that he unofficially adopted you as a daughter

. even though he’s only like 13 years older than you

. shows his care in small ways

. making sure you never get hit with a ball when you’re sitting in to a practice

. coming into your office when you’re both in headquarters to check on you

. making sure you’re safe when you’re traveling with the team

. whether it be just assigning another player to look after you or a whole ass bodyguard

. also protecting you from rodrigo

. because rodri is like an older brother to you

. super playful

. always teasing you

. agreesive type of love

. y’know those videos of rodri always picking up julian and stuff?

. like that but a smidge gentler

. this is where messi comes in

. insisting he put you down and let you do your job

. rodri also tries to convince you to get tattoos

. honestly that’s a whole team thing

. playful peer pressure is real there

. anyway

. you, julian, and enzo are such a trio

. getting up to the most random shit in other countries after games

. you guys were two seconds away from jumping into a canal in italy

. but then here comes leo

. scolding you guys like his children

. and sending you back to the hotel

. also, you have a jersey from almost every player on the team because before you got your own jersey, you always just picked someone random to wear on game days

. but then rodri started frowning when he saw you in julian’s jersey because apparently, you hadn’t worn his shirt in a few games

. and now you have a separate drawer just for jerseys

. oh and the world cup

. that was so fun for you

. traveling with the team to qatar

. hanging out in stadiums during practice, half upset because it felt like a million degrees

. but half in awe because holy shit you’re in qatar for the world cup

. you’re on the edge of your seat for every game

. the final almost killed you

. you were almost crying on the bench next to the other staff

. totally worth it though

. you started sobbing when montiel made the last penalty kick

. because you knew these guys, you knew how much they wanted it, how much they deserved it

. it was a mess of hugs and tears after that

. julian is grinning into your shoulder

. rodri tackled you

. enzo is basically jumping up and down

. you don’t think you’ll ever see alejandro that happy again

. you and molina are crying together

. and messi gives you the biggest hug

. it’s so fun celebrating with the team

. spraying champange with gonzalo

. singing along to music with paulo

. dancing around with lauatoro

. and coming back to argentina after that

. seeing all the fans in buenos aires, looking around and seeing argentine pride everywhere

. surreal

. there’s definitely no feeling like it

. which is why you’re so sad when it’s time to go back to your clubs

. you came to an agreement with central cordoba to go back and work for them during the argentine league

. then coming back to the national team when it called

. so you can’t wait for next season

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hyperfixationrn · 1 year

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username to be a part of that family

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yninstagram mi hogar, te amo <3

See Translation: my home, i love you

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username pedri rn 😰

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See Translation of course

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julianalvarez9 · 1 year

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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.

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httpsdana · 11 months

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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.

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footballerimaginess · 5 months

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Daddy dressed like Santa

can i request julian alvarez with dialogue 20😇 requested by @ghwoticz 20. "Why is Daddy dressed like Santa?" Julian Alvarez Word Count: 343 You and your little girl were getting ready for an early Christmas, what with Julian playing over the Christmas period. As you decided that everything was needed to be ready for Christmas, you and Julian had planned it all to a tee to make it special for your little girl Sofia.

"Merry early Christmas baby" Julian cooed over at Sofia as she wrapped her hand around his and guided him to the Christmas tree. "I'll be back" Julian whispered as he whisked upstairs quickly as he had a plan up his sleeve. "Do you want anything Sof? a glass of milk, before Daddy needs to come back down" you asked Sofia as she was gently patting the Christmas paper down. She nodded as she went back to pressing every wrapped present like a kid who was desperate to open them. As you were getting her milk, you saw a dash of red run past you. "Ho Ho Ho" Julian shouted, making Sofia jump as you walked in. "Sof, look who is here. He has come early just to see you." you grinned as you crouched down as you gave her the cup of milk that she didn't want now due to the shock of Santa walking in. You could see that she was watching Santa with close observation as she wasn't entirely sure what to make of it all. "Why is Daddy dressed like Santa?" Sofia bluntly replied with zero hesitation that she was sure it was him. You bit down on your lip as you tried so hard not to laugh as Julian was rumbled way too quickly. "It's me Santa" you laughed out loudly. "Daddy, it's you" Sofia pointed as she played with his long beard. "Fine" Julian pulled the white beard down. "You are a silly Santa Daddy" Sofia mocked as you nodded in agreement. "Yes he is" you laughed out loud. "Come on, go get changed and we can get these presents open" you smiled as he ran upstairs quickly to change, so you could spend the evening together.

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pensat-i-fet · 1 year

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Mi campeón (Julián Álvarez x Reader)

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"Wake up", said your classmate, laughing at the faces you were making trying not to fall asleep.

You had been trying to pay attention all morning, but it was hard when you had barely been able to get any sleep the previous night. After the semifinal win for Argentina, in which your boyfriend Julián scored a brace, the adrenaline in your body made it impossible to fall asleep. And you also spent two hours on facetime with him once he was back in the hotel.

Because of university, you knew you couldn't go to Qatar from the beginning of the tournament but you really hoped to be there for the final if the team reached it. It was then that you were told there were visa problems that made it impossible for you to travel over there. The disappointment was hard to hide but you did your best. Julián had enough to worry about.

"Good luck", you heard your professor say when you walked past him on your way out of the classroom.

"Excuse me?"

"For the final", he added, pointing at the Argentina shirt you were wearing.

"Right. Thank you. We'll need it".

"I'm sure the little man will work his magic and get the cup. See you next year".

"See you then".

Not being able to go to Qatar meant you were travelling to Argentina a week earlier than you would have on a normal uni year. The team was going to travel there anyways and both you and Julián had plans to spend Christmas with your families in your hometown.

The two of you had known each other since you were babies. Born two months apart and being neighbours your entire life, even though you hated each other when you were kids. Everyone could tell the change in your relationship once you got a bit older and it was a couple of years ago that you proved their theories right by starting to date.

Now you have followed him to Manchester but not to Qatar. The last time you were away from each for so long was probably ten years ago. But the wait was almost over now. You were going to see him in a couple of days.

"Another penalty?"

Your family house erupted with all types of colourful insults dedicated to the referee who had just given another penalty to France, which meant they equalized again and the match was ending in a penalty shootout.

Julián had already been taken off, so that meant he wasn't going to take any penalties. A part of you was glad, even if you always trusted him to score it. But the thought of him missing it and getting abuse from people broke your heart. And he'd also blame himself after a great tournament, forgetting every good performance he had before. So maybe it was for the best he was on the bench right now. Even if you knew he wouldn't be happy about it.

It only took a couple of minutes for the penalty shootout to be over, but to the entire country, it felt like it lasted several hours. But they had done it! Argentina were the world champions! Your boyfriend was a world champion. It was hard to believe. It seemed it was only two days ago that you were playing with him and all the other kids in your neighbourhood after school. And now there he was, champion of the world. It wasn't the first trophy he had won but it was the biggest he could ever win.

Even though you knew he wasn't going to get access to his phone for a while, you immediately sent him a text congratulating him and telling him how proud you were and how much you loved him. He always read your messages first even if he had to scroll down to find them because you were always the first one to text.

Your family decided to go out and join everyone celebrating on the streets but they couldn't convince you to go out as well. You wanted to be away from the noise when Julián called you.

When you heard the ringtone, you sprinted from the kitchen to the sofa to get the phone.

"Hi! Oh my God, you won! I'm so proud. I love you so much. Look at that medal! I can't believe you are a world champion. Can you believe it?"

He just laughed at how you couldn't stop talking. That was what you always did when you were nervous or very excited about something. And while he found it adorable, he knew he had to wait until you were done before he could say a word.

"And Leo winning the world cup now…he's just the best. Well, second best. You are the best. You should hear what people are saying about you in England. Everyone is praising you. It's so nice they finally could see how good you are".

After that, you took some deep breaths signalling you were done with your monologue and Julián just said a simple te amo before telling you all about the match and parading the phone around the dressing room so you could congratulate everyone.

"I gotta go. We'll continue the celebrations in the hotel. See you tomorrow. Finally!"

"Yes. Finally", you said, rolling your eyes and making him laugh. "Te amo, mi campeón" (I love you, my champion).

"I love you more".

Between the jet lag and the anticipation of Julián being back in a couple of hours, you couldn’t sleep at all. So you decided to go back to a habit you had at the beginning of your relationship and that you didn't get to do as often nowadays. You took a piece of paper and wrote him a letter. Most of the time, you just wrote about random things. Someone you saw on the street and that made you laugh or the exam you had to do that week. But the longer letters were those where you poured your heart out to him. This time, it was going to be a very long letter.

After a quick breakfast, it was time to go meet the team. They had planned on seeing their families briefly and then going to the huge parade that was taking place in their honour. The entire city was full of Argentinians waiting to see their heroes.

You only had one hero that you needed to see, but when he finally appeared, you couldn’t move. It was the weirdest sensation and something that had never happened to you before. But you just stared at him while the rest of the family kept running in his direction.

Julián was looking around trying to find you and when he finally spotted you, it was his big smile that finally made you move and run to hug him.

"I missed you", he whispered.

"God. I missed you more".

People kept bumping into you two while moving around the very crowded room, but you didn’t care. You could have stayed like that forever.

"Do I have to go to the parade?"

"No", you said, laughing. "You have to stay with me and never leave again".

"As much as I would love to do that", he said, pressing his forehead to yours, "I still need to leave. I can't say it won't take long but after I'm back I'm not separating from you for longer than 5 minutes every day".

"Okay".

After a long kiss that felt too short for both of you, he was taken back with the rest of the team. But the good thing was that now that you had seen him, you could join in the celebrations.

"I can barely stand", said your mum when you finally sat down after hours of dancing and singing.

"Same".

"Is Julián going to meet us soon?"

You looked down at your watch. "Soon-ish. If they can escape the crowd".

You both laughed at that, thinking about how the bus could barely move because of how many people were there.

"There they are!", said your dad, pointing at the group of players approaching.

It didn't take Julian long to get to where you were all waiting. He lifted you in his arms and started to spin you around, making you laugh.

"Stop! I'm going to be dizzy!"

"I already am dizzy with happiness and love", he said, making you laugh again.

"And drunk".

"I only had a beer".

"Then you are really cheesy", you said, giving his lips another peck.

"Says miss love letters", he taunted you. He loved your letters but also loved teasing you about them.

"Speaking of that", you said, opening your bag to get the one you had written to him this morning.

"Should I wait to read it?"

"It's long, so better save it for when we aren't surrounded by so many people".

When he was about to give you another kiss, someone tapped him on the shoulder to ask for a photo. Great, more fans had gotten inside what was supposed to be the private area.

"It's ok", you told him when he looked at you, a question on his face, "take the photos. I'll wait".

Once people saw one of the players taking photos with fans, they all thought they could get one. It was then you started to notice people pushing you so they could get to Julián and to other players.

"Be careful!", you said to someone who pushed you so hard, he almost made you fall.

"Shut up", was his only response.

You were about to tell him a couple of things when you saw Julián noticing what was going on.

"Hey! That's no way to talk to her. Apologize right now".

When the man heard Julián's words, he turned red. His embarrassment was punishment enough but he turned back to apologize to you.

Julián ignored everyone else so he could get closer to you.

"You ok?"

"Yes. It's just too many people in such a small place and you know how much everyone's been drinking too".

"Let's go", he said, grabbing your hand and leading you to where the cars were.

"We don't have to leave yet", you complained. You didn't want him to cut the celebrations short because of you.

"I want to. Really. I rather spend time with you than stay here", he said, caressing your cheek.

"Ok then".

Back home, he was getting the same amount of attention but from family members this time. Even though Julián never stopped holding your hand and moving you closer to him, he had to pay attention to at least 10 people at the same time. It looked like they were taking turns.

"Finally!", he said, falling down into your bed while you closed the door.

"How tired are you exactly?", you asked, laying down next to him and putting your head on his chest.

"Exhausted. But I don't want to sleep".

"What?", you laughed. That didn't make sense.

"I want to stay awake and spend all my time with you. I can't believe we survived a whole month away from each other".

"I know", you agreed, closing your eyes and holding him tighter.

After a couple of minutes, you remembered your mum was making some mate and asked Julián if he wanted some. When he said yes, you went to the kitchen to get it.

He sat up in the bed and remembered that you had given him a letter earlier, which he still hadn't read. So that's what he did while waiting for you to be back with the drinks.

"My love, telling you that I missed you would be an understatement. But the pride I've felt this whole month made everything more bearable.

I've been thinking back to the times when we played in the park with our friends. How you were always teasing me and how I told my parents you hit me with the ball on purpose, when it was actually me hitting you. I remember the day we confessed our feelings to each other, when you told me all the teasing was you trying to get my attention because you already liked me. And then I had to tell you that I was doing the same…but in a more aggressive way.

I love that we still are those silly teens. I love that we are not afraid of making fun of each other because we know it all comes from a place of love. Even if some people don't understand it. Like your new teammates. They probably think we are really weird in Argentina.

We once said we'd be together every step of the way while we make our dreams come true. That's why I moved to Manchester with you. That's why I felt guilty for not being able to be with you during this World Cup, but didn't want to tell you so you wouldn't feel bad. I never wanted to be a distraction. But I felt guilty. I can finally say it. And I felt so sad when I realised I wouldn't be there when you won the tournament. I guess you'll have to win it again to compensate for it.

But the biggest thing that this month away from you has shown me is that I never want to experience this again. I never want to be away from you again. I want to spend every day of my life with you…".

You got back to the room before he finished reading the letter but he had read enough. He got up from the bed and took the drinks from your hands so he could put them on the table.

"What?"

But he didn't let you say more. He kissed you, holding your face gently, as if you were made of glass.

"Me too", he said, smiling.

"You too what?"

"The letter. I want that too. I want to spend every day, every second, with you".

"Good, because I wasn't going to take no for an answer".

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afterglowsainz · 18 days

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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!)

the tortured athletes department series

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.

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the-offside-rule · 4 months

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Baby prompts!

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

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

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

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

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

5) Overthinking parenting - Jude Bellingham (Real Madrid)

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

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

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

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

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

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

12) Family vacation - Leah Williamson (Arsenal)

13) Pregnancy cravings - Dominik Szoboszlai (Liverpool)

14) The team giving a team onesie

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

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

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didishawn · 1 year

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World Cup (Pedri X Messi! Reader)

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Warnings: lots of Spanish

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y/n_messi este mundial con peligro, me quedo sin novio o sin hermano, quiero la segunda o la tercera, sobretodo la tercera, lo siento amor @pedri

ver traducción: this world cup is dangerous, I either lose a boyfriend or a brother, I want the second one or the third one, mostly the third one, sorry love @pedri

gavi ¿qué pasa si hay una final entre España y Argentina y gana España? 🤔🤔🤔

ver traducción: what happens if there is a final in between Spain and Argentina and Spain wins? 🤔🤔🤔

y/n_messi vos atrevete a si quiera intentar ganarle a Argentina, a ver que te pasa, boludito

ver traducción: you even try to win against Argentina, and see what happens to you, dummy

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y/n_messi una linda recompensa tras la derrota de ayer, Argentina sigue viendo hacia delante, mientras vean al lindo de mi novio, te amo, amor @pedri

ver traducción: a great reward after yesterday's loss, Argentina looks ahead, in the mean time, watch my beautiful boyfriend, I love you @pedri

pedri te amo, sigan confiando, argentinos

ver traducción: I love you, Argentinians keep on having faith

leomessi ayer fue duro, pero seguimos con la ilusión

ver traducción: yesterday was hard, but we keep on with the illusion

y/n_messi te amo hermano, sos un genio y sabemos que hay que confiar en vos y los demás chavones

ver traducción: I love you brother, you are a genius and we know to trust you and the rest

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y/n_messi hoy fue un mal día para España y los chicos, pero no por esto hay que estarse triste, ya que la derrota siempre acaba siendo un camino al éxito, todos mis amores a estos pibes a los que amo, sobretodo a vos, mi amor, sos el mejor

ver traducción: today was a bad day for Spain and the guys, but we don't have to be sad, a loss is a way towards success, all my love to this marvelous guys, specially to you, my love, you are the best

pedri tenerte al lado es lo que me mantiene cuerdo

ver traducción: you by my side is the one thing that keeps me sane

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y/n_messi nosotros seguimos acá, Argentina a la final y a por la tercera!!! @pedri

ver traducción: we are still here, Argentina into the finals and towards the third one!!!

kunaguero uy, algo me dice a Leo no le gusta está foto, jeeeeeee

ver traducción: oh, something tells me Leo doesn't like this photo, jeeeee

y/n_messi sos un boludo

ver traducción: you are an idiot

kunaguero besás al Pedri con esa boca?

ver traducción: you kiss Pedri with that mouth?

leomessi cómo es eso de besos?

ver traducción: what is that about kisses?

y/n_messi vos andá pallá, bobo, acá no hay nada para que vos leas, solo tu noviecito siendo un tarado como siempre

ver traducción: you go away, idiot, there is nothing for you to read here, only your boyfriend being stupid as always

pedri la más linda

ver traducción: the prettiest one

leomessi cuidadito donde ponés la mano

ver traducción: be careful where you put your hand

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y/n_messi MUCHAAACHOOOS, AHORA NOS VOLVIMÓ A ILUSIONAR, YA TENEMOS LA TERCERA, YA SOMOS CAMPEÓN MUNDIAAL

Este mes ha sido sin duda el más difícil de mi vida, pero merece toda la pena por este mundial. Leo, mi hermano, la persona que más amo en este mundo, ya tenés todo con lo que siempre has soñado, ya no quedan dudas para aquellos quienes se negaban a verte como el mejor del mundo. Te amo a vos y toda la Scaloneta.

ver traducción: GUYYYS, WE HAVE FAITH AGAIN, WE ALREADY WON THE THIRD ONE, WE ARE, ALREADY WORLD CHANPIOONS.

This month has been without doubt the hardest in my entire life, but it was all worth it. Leo, my brother, the person I love the most in this entire world, you already have everything you have ever dreamed about, there are no doubts left for those who have refused to see you as the best in the world. I love you and the entire Scaloneta.

kunaguero que todos los antimessi nos chupen la pija, pa, somos campeones!!!

ver traducción: everyone that is antimessi can suck our dicks, man, we are world champions!!!

y/n_messi kuni, pará, que te va a dar algo con todo ese chapín. Pero sí, váyanse a la poronga todos esos quienes no confiaban!!!

ver traducción: kuni, stop, you will have a stroke with all that champagne. But yes, go to hell those of you who didn't believe!!!

hater you are a joke, Kun Agüero, you are not World champion

y/n_messi of course he is world champion, you unhappy internet troll, go and touch some grass while kuni parties like the world champion he IS

leomessi esta copa también te pertenece a vos quien siempre ha estado a mi lado, lo mismo con el Kun, Gio y demás

ver traducción: this cup belongs to you who has always been by my side, the same goes for Kun, Gio and the rest

pedri hoy ha ganado el mejor del mundo y el mejor equipo, felicidades, chacho! @leomessi

ver traducción: today the best of the world has won as well as the best team, congratulations, dude! @leomessi

juliaanalvarez 🕷️😎

y/n_messi la araña que pica! felicidades juli!!

ver traducción: the spider that bites, congratulations juli!!

papugomez_official 3 estrellitas yaaa, que lindo sale el dibu, que hombre 😍

ver traducción: 3 stars noow, how cute the dibu looks, what a man 😍

emi_martinez26 cuidado que te como, que estaba re loco

ver traducción: be careful or I will eat you, that I was super crazy

y/n_messi @papugomez_official Beckham?

December 18th of 2022 has for surely been a long day when you and Pedri finally crash into you hotel room, waiting to have a small nap before he goes back to Spain, you to celebrate in Argentina of course.

"La próxima vez, seré yo quien ponga una nueva estrella en uno de las camisas que usas" (next time I will be the one to put one more star in one of the shirts you wear)

"¿Me insinuas que por vos me haré hincha de España y que le ganarás a mi amada Argentina?" (you are telling me that you will turn me into a Spain follower and that you will win against my beloved Argentina?)

"Obvio" (obviously)

"Sos un creído vos" (you are son arrogant)

"No le hables así a quien en cuatro años te hará celebrar una final del mundo otra vez" (don't talk like that to who will have you celebrating another World Cup final again)

You don't tell him you hope it's true, you love Argentina, but you still wish for the day tour boyfriend too becomes a world champion to arrive. In the mean time, you just cuddle on the shared bed and dream about the future, keeping in mind that you are a world champion.

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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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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

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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."

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