Hiii i've been trading your Jude writings and i love them!❤️ i was wondering if you also write about Haaland? if so, could you write some boyfriend headcanons?✨ If not it's okay :3 thank u for reading
ADORED - e. haaland headcanons
inwhich! i write you bf¡erlinghaaland headcanons.
frannytalks! i’ve been waitingggg for someone to request him. also, wdym in the last sentence haha?ALSO THIS IS MY LAST POST (for a little) BEFORE I POST A LOT OF USMT CONTENT, FEEL FREE TO REQUEST FOR ANY OF THEM!! sending love from spain to united states, they all played amazing. <33 don’t forget to join my taglist(s) here!
bf¡haaland steals your blanket every night so you have to cuddle closer to him. he loves wrapping his arms around your whole body and pulling you close.
bf¡haaland buys you tons of birkins. he even owns a couple himself, but anytime there’s a new drop it’s yours. even though you tell him it’s okay and you don’t need every bag in the world he doesn’t care,
bf¡haaland loves teaching you norwegian. even though you’re not the best and mess up a lot he doesn’t laugh or make fun of you, usually. he’s very patient with you.
bf¡haaland and you are the funniest people ever. you two joke about anything and everything, no matter the situation. you’ve even gotten in trouble for laughing during serious times, but it doesn’t stop you both.
bf¡haaland will always buy you flowers and your favorite sweets any chance he gets. he loves to see that certain smile you get on your face.
bf¡haaland always hires a stylist for you whenever you go to his games, which is 99% of the time. he always makes sure you’re taken care of and in a good section.
bf¡haaland is always taking you on trips with him. if he has to play in england you’re there, if he has to go to australia for a photoshoot you’re there, even if he’s just on a sight-seeing trip he’ll take you there too.
bf¡haaland and you always share music together. you two have different music taste, but love listening to each other’s favorite songs and artists.
bf¡haaland absolutely adores your style. he always asks you to dress him up and buy his clothes so you two can match and take pictures together. you love it also.
bf¡haaland loves ordering in. especially take out, it’s his ideal date. he will throw on a movie, light a candle, and set up the living room to look cute while you get ready for your at-home date.
the good thing about having no home team in the world cup is that you can root for anyone for no particular reason. like maybe you just root for them bc their goalie has cool hair? no one is allowed to judge you.
The World Cup in Russia kicks off this summer but the U.S. Men's National Soccer Team has yet to qualify. Among the teams in so far: Germany (defending champion), Brazil, Belgium, England, Mexico, Costa Rica, Spain, and, as host, Russia qualifies automatically. For the U.S., the simplest way to add its name as a World Cup qualifier (for the eighth straight tournament) is to win tonight.
U.S. Men's National Team Can Advance To World Cup Tonight
i neeeeeed christian pulisic smut pls you’re the on one writing for him and your writing’s incredible!
SMOOTH LEGS - c. pulisic
inwhich! you come back from being out of the country for a month because of a wedding, and christian gets distracted by your freshly waxed legs.
frannytalks! thank you so much & i’m new to writing smut, i feel like i suck 😖 i really hope you like this!!! trying to keep the pulisic community alive, it’s hard out here all alone. :’) don’t forget to join my taglist(s)!
TW: smut, oral.
you were out of the country for almost a month because you were a bridesmaid for one of your friends wedding. you went alone since christian couldn’t attend because of his busy match schedule.
he was absolutely heart broken when he found out he wouldn’t be able to go with you, and even more heart broken because you’d be away from eachother for so long.
the wedding was held in dominican republic, which is known for their beaches and whatnot. so obviously before you left you waxed what you usually shaved so it’d last longer.
you knew they did it cheaper in dominican republic than the united states, so you decided “why not” get one again before you come back.
it was one of christian’s rare days off. he picked you up at the airport in your airport outfit. baggy sweatpants, baggy hoodie, big glasses, and your hair up. he always loved the look and thought you were the cutest.
you took your glasses off in the car but kept everything else on. you two caught up on everything that had happened while you were apart, it was way better than discussing on the phone.
when you got home you went straight to the shower, you nagged him about the house looking a mess, so instead of hopping in the shower with you he was out cleaning.
you finally stepped out, going into your shared room, “ew, get out, let me change you creep.” you joke, holding your towel closer to you.
christian laughed, “oh it’s like that now?”
“yup, it is.” you nodded your head, crossing your arms and sticking your hip out.
he looked at your hip and then lowered his eyes to your legs, he stayed there for a second before adjusting his position weirdly, but you didn’t question it.
“can you actually turn around though?” you ask nicely, even though christian had seen all of you a million times already, you always had a preference to change in private.
he opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, instead he just nods and turns to the side, looking at his phone. you quickly put on body oil, lotion, and your clothes.
“done!” you said as he turned around, “tada!”
he grins, “come here,” he pats on the bed.
you crawl up to the bed, sinking into the mattress as you settle yourself with sitting on your knees in front of him.
“sit down.” he says quietly and steady.
you furrow your eyebrows, confused on what’s going on, but you do as told and he gets off the bed and kneels to the ground, grabbing your ankles.
“i’ve missed you,” he breathes as he kisses your legs, “and these legs.”
you giggle as he’s tickling you with his beard, “christian!”
“mm, yes?” he asks as he makes his way up to in between your legs.
he pulls your body closer, grabbing your hips and you hold your breath, “more.”
you say, trying to take your pajama shorts off, as he hold it down, “more what?”
“please christian, i can’t hold it.” you whine, “more kisses please.”
he chuckles, helping you out your shorts, roaming his hands all over. he starts by brushing his tongue just barley over your clit. you let out an annoyed whine again, moving your hips up, but he already moved his face away.
“stay still.” he growled, holding your hips down with a little more force.
you close your eyes shut, trying not to jerk your hips up. he places some more kisses on your clit, pressing harder each time. finally, he uses his tongue. making swirls in opposite directions every other swirl.
you let out a stretched moan, biting your lip halfway through, trying to be quiet. you can feel his smile grow as you moan and he brings a finger to your hole.
“you’re so wet already?” he asks, condescending.
you nod no, trying to close your legs, but his hands go to hold you down again, “it’s okay baby, i know you missed me.” he says in a cocky tone.
you nod your head yes, still not being able to say any words as he slips a finger in without warning, you let out a loud gasp.
he works his way through you, still sucking and licking all over you. he adds a second finger after a little and you arch your back, he takes his free hand and holds your stomach down as you clamp your thighs around his head.
“please christian, i’m gonna come!” you moan, gripping onto the blanket under you.
he mumbles something you can’t hear and curls his fingers, as soon as you feel it you instantly release. your legs shaking slightly after the fact.
“missed me that much?” he winks, grinning.
you drop back down onto your back and catch your breath, as christian held your legs close while going back down to clean you up a little.
“love the smooth legs by the way,” he says in between breathes, “such a turn on.”
you laugh softly, still wincing at his touch, “oh, was that it?”
he nods, “maybe hide them actually, i don’t think i can be trusted.” he jokes, looking back up at you.
“shut up and take me to the restroom.” you laugh, throwing a pillow at him.
Officially requesting some comforting Christian after that HORRIBLE loss last night. His comments are flooded with hate it’s so sad bro 😔😔
PASTA - c. pulisic
inwhich! you comfort your husband, christian pulisic, after his loss and knock-out game to belgium.
frannytalks! i tried not making it too sad. :’) i really hope you like this though, i only have a couple more requests or usmt, so i’ll get back to my other content soon everyone! don’t forget to join my taglist(s) here!
the hotel and everything surrounding it was quiet after the loss. you kept glancing at the clock. the stadium was ten minutes from it, and it’s been an hour now. you kept bouncing your foot anxiously against the floor.
you had your phone face down on the couch, you wanted to text christian, but you knew him. after matches like this, he always needed a little space before he could find the right words. you pulled the blanket a little tighter around yourself.
you finally heard the lock turn, your shared puppy rushed over to the door, excited. christian came in and he looked completely exhausted. he’d usually open the door and before he even stepped in you’d be greeted with a cheerful, “i’m home!” and it didn’t come this time.
his shoulders were slumped and you could see the disappointment written all over his face.
“hey.” you said, gently as you walked over to him.
he looked up, barley giving you a smile, “hi.”
“come here.” you said, opening your arms wide.
the second your arms wrapped around him, he melted into you. his forehead rested against you shoulder as he let out a long, very held in, shaky sigh.
you rubbed slow circles against his back. you kept the silence for a minute or so, stuffing your face into his hair.
“i hate losing.” he finally said, voice still muffled against your shoulder.
you nodded and moved your hand to his hair, “i know,” you whispered.
he let out a scoff-laugh, “i keep replaying everything,” he said, pulling back to look at you.
you noticed his eyes were glossy and he quickly looked away, “every pass, every chance, every little thing i could’ve done differently,” he said, rubbing his hand across the back of his neck.
“everyone is telling me it’s fine, but it’s not,” christian said, now rubbing his eyes, “it was my only chance.”
you wanted to say it’s okay, but you knew how he’d feel about that, “i’m so sorry baby.”
“maybe i just care a lot.” he shrugged, “too much, maybe?” he bit his lip.
you smiled at him and brushed your finger across his cheek, “that’s impossible.”
you reached down to his hand and interlocked your fingers with his, “can i tell you something?”
he nodded, “i watched every second,” you smiled, squeezing his hand.
his eyebrows immediately fell, “i’m sorry.”
“why are you apologizing?” you said, while you couldn’t help but laugh ever so slightly.
“because,” his voice cracked, “i wanted to give everyone something to celebrate.”
you felt your heart slow down, “christian,” you said lifting his chin to look at you, “i love watching you, because it’s you playing.”
“i love seeing what you’re passionate about, not to mention you look pretty good doing it,” you smile, looking at his lips, “some days it ends with a trophy and others it doesn’t, either way i don’t care about that.”
you place a quick kiss on his lips, “i only care about you, and i love how you care about me and now passionate you are about things you care about in general.”
you see him smile softly, “you’re the guy who reminds me to bring a jacket when it’s cold since i always forget,” you say, throwing him a smile back.
“and the guy who apologizes to chairs after bumping into them.” you laugh.
he did an upside down smile, trying not to laugh, “that happened one time.” he muttered.
“three.” you corrected, raising your eyebrows.
“you counted?” christian said, laughing as he slid his hand across his face.
“it’s hard to ignore when someone says ‘awe, i’m so sorry.’ to a piece of furniture.” you giggle, letting go of his hand.
“better?” you ask, tilting your head.
“and thank you,” christian said quietly before raising his voice a little more, “for never making me feel like i’m only worth something if i win.”
“a little.” he shrugged, trying to be nonchalant.
you rolled your eyes playfully, “mm, sure.”
he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you against his side as the two of you wandered toward the kitchen.
“i made your favorite,” you whispered, “pastaaaa.” you said jokingly, as you poked your tongue out to touch his cheek.
“garlic bread?” he smiled, looking down at you.
“perhaps.” you wink, walking to the oven.
“i knew i married the right person.” he said, giving you a quick slap on your butt before you fully left.
CANNNNN YOU REQUEST DAD¡PULISIC SMAU???? 🙈🙈 is that even a question!? also, if you rather instagram posts with captions, comments, etc. lmk asap!!! i’m hoping this is what you were referring to though!
can you write something for Christian Pulisic that’s like best friends to lover or enemies to lovers. there has been a shortage of fics of him 😢
NECKLACE - c. pulisic
inwhich! your best friend, christain, finally confesses how he feels about you after years of keeping it inside.
frannytalks! THERE HAS 100% BEEN A SHORTAGE UGH!!! he’s also so unbelievably hot, petition for more pulisic fics!! don’t forget to join my taglist(s) here!
TW: use of “soccer”!!!! (lol just jokes;)
you had known christian for years before you ever let yourself wonder if there was something more between you two, watching him grow through every win, every loss, and every moment where he needed someone, and that someone was always you.
christian had always been the person you called when your day felt too long, the person who knew exactly how to make you laugh when you were trying to stay annoyed. you looked down at your phone while rereading his latest message.
everyone around you seemed to notice the way he looked at you before you did, the way his attention always found you in a crowded room and the way he remembered the smallest details you mentioned weeks before, and how he’d remember things even you forgot.
“you know you’re my favorite person to annoy, right?” christian teased while leaning against the kitchen counter beside you, he smiled while watching for your reaction.
“you say that like it’s a compliment,” you replied while shaking your head at him and you laughed quietly while nudging his shoulder.
“it is a compliment because you actually put up with me,” christian said while laughing and looking away for a second, he rubbed the back of his neck while trying to hide his smile.
-
you had spent so much time being his closest friend that the idea of changing anything between you felt terrifying, even though the feeling had been quietly growing for longer than you wanted to admit. you played with the sleeve of your sweater while thinking about him.
christian started noticing the little things too, like how you always waited for him after training and how your voice instantly made his mood better after a difficult day.
“you know i really don’t think i could do this without you,” he told you one evening while the two of you sat outside together. he looked over at you with a gentle expression.
“you definitely could.” you said, resting your chin on your hand, smiling while looking at him.
“definitely could not.” he said, reaching over to fix the bracelet on your wrist that had gotten twisted, it made your stomach flutter.
-
the silence felt slightly different, you could feel the tension. you looked at him while your heart started beating faster christian had always been protective of your friendship, careful with every step because losing you mattered more than anything else.
“y’know, i’ve been trying to figure out when i started seeing you differently,” he admitted while looking down at his hands.
“differently?” you asked while feeling your cheeks warm and you looked at him with a small smile.
he nods, “you know exactly what i mean, y/n.” christian chuckles nervously.
“mm i don’t.” you say, messing with him while you touch your leg against his, forcing him to look up at you.
“i like you, y/n, like, like you.” he blushes, looking at your eyes, lips, then away back at the counter with covering his smile with his hand.
“and when did you figure it out?” you asked while feeling your cheeks warm even more, you looked at him with a small smile that grew with each word he said.
“it was probably every time you showed up for me when i needed someone, every time you made me laugh, and every time you reminded me that i was more than just some soccer player.” he looked at you, lifting his head and straightening his posture.
“i think i’ve been waiting for you to say that for a while,” you whispered while laughing softly, you looked down at your hands.
christian laughed when he heard your answer, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe he had spent so long being nervous about something that felt so natural. he smiled while bringing your hands close to hold it.
“so does this mean i get to officially call you my favorite person now?” he joked while grinning at you and raising an eyebrow, waiting for your response.
“you’ve always done that,” you replied while smiling at him.
you leaned in closer to him and squeezed his hand with yours, holding it for a couple seconds, then you kissed his shoulder and placed your forehead on it.
“when did you know?” christian asks while soothing your hair with his loose hand, you could hear his breath get separated.
“i think we both knew when i started wearing the necklace with your initial that you got me as a ‘joke’” you smile, letting go of his hand and bringing it near your chest to your ‘c’ necklace.
