#antoine griezmann fluff

[gadriezmannsgirl]

May i request,where in reader and grizi are laying in bed just talking about your day and just adoring each other! Idk I just had a really soft spot for him rn ! Anywho thank you so much for your writing! I hope you have a wonderful day💙

Grizi fic because it's his birthday! Can you believe that gorgeous man is 33 now? I can't, he's just a baby

Lovers -A.G7

Summary: You're each other's safe space

You rolled into your bedroom, laying yourself into the door sighing and kicking off your shoes.

"Bonjour, princesse" (Hello, princess) You heard his voice and inmediately smiled before lifting your gaze, his deep blue eyes made you feel safe and his smile took off the weight of the day away.

"Hola" You said softly with a tired smile on "How's your day?"

"Pretty boring" He smiled "What about yours?"

"Long" You said inmediately "Very, very long" You sighed closing your eyes "I'm so tired all I want to do is sleep" You let yourself go face down on your bed "and not move from the bed at all for at least three days straight" You heard his sweet laugh

"You gotta go and shower, amor"

"Are you telling me that I stink?" You looked up to him and saw how his lips were pushed upwards and looked to another side "I'm not!"

"You're" He said

"You're lying, Antoine Griezmann" His facade fell quickly as laughter came over him

"I can shower with you if you want"

"Your hair is wet"

"I can still take another shower" You hum with a smile on, you pushed yourself up and crawled on the bed to be face to face with him

"Only shower?"

"Well... I can think about something else too"

"Save that for later, campeón. I'm tired right now"

"You pervert, I was talking about a massage!" You laugh kissing his lips and going straight to the bathroom "You dirty minded"

You took off your shirt and throwed it at him "Shut up and come to take a shower with me"

Antoine got up really fast and ran towards the bathroom making you laugh "You're a 33 year old man but you still act as if you were 16"

"That's the spirit!"

Once you were inside the bathroom, he truly saw how tired you were and took care of you without thinking twice, he washed your hair, your body, he talked to you trying to get your head off from work and after that he helped you with your after shower routine, the creams on your body, doing your hair for you in a nice braid, dressing you in your pijama's which consisted in one of his shirts and panties.

"Thank you, Anto" You kiss his cheek

"No need to thank me, princesse" He smiled "I'm glad I can help you whenever you're having a bad day" You smile softly

"It wasn't a bad day" You confess "It was just a really tiring and long day, I had to run around everywhere, the guys were making simple mistakes, the documents I was waiting for to sign weren't even done, two meetings got pushed back because one of them is sick... It was crazy" You whispered shaking your head "What about you? How was training?"

"Koke keeps calling me Toni Pepperoni"

"You let him"

"He heard you" You laugh softly "But overall was good, tiring and hard like always but there were always laughter"

"Sometimes I wish I can switch offices with you" He laughed

"You wouldn't want that"

"No, I wouldn't" You agree "I run five minutes and I'm already passing out, imagine having to run from one side of a field to the other for +90 minutes. I'll be dead" You both laugh "And the work sessions you do, shut your mouth don't get me started on that" You shake your head "It's truly amazing what you do, love"

"Your work is amazing too. Without you the company wouldn't know how to work"

"That's called being a bossy bitch" He laughs

"You're bossy, yes. But not a bitch"

"I can be sometimes"

"0 out 11 times"

"But I still am" You winked as he laughs once again. You enjoy that sound and the smile that covers his handsome face.

"Definitely, Morata's afraid of you"

"He should be. I didn't let my shoe go out after kicking that ball for no reason"

"That day was so amazing" His giggles made you giggle as well, you keep on talking about your days and about random things that went to your mind at that moment, when he suddenly asked "Baby, how does a date night sound?"

"Do we have to go out?"

"You know we don't"

"Then it's perfect"

"You set up the movie and I'll bring something to eat"

"Can I cuddle you?"

"Do you even have to ask? Of course you will" He scoffs "Do you want Chip Ahoy's and Pringles's?" You opened your mouth but he beat you to it "Of course you will"

"Mira tu-!" (Look, you little-!) You grabbed his pillow and went to throw it at him but he passed through the door "You're lucky I'm in love with you!"

"You're the lucky one, señora!" (Old lady)

"You're definitely not coming out alive out of this one, Griezmann!" You ran out after him, you heard his laugh already on the kitchen as you made your way downstairs. He was going to get it.

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[mariclerc]

Hi, I saw that you are taking requests for footballers so I wanted to ask if you could please write something with Antoine Griezmann x reader like a friend to lovers' kinda situation I don't really have a plot I just want more fics of this man

Thank you very much for this request!!! I understand you, searching for fanfics of this man is a rather complicated task 😭. I think I did my best with this, I hope you like it <3<3

More than friends | ag7

Summary: where you and your best friend have mixed feelings for each other. Warnings: none, just fluff.

a/n: let me know if you would like another part of this!! <3

How much you adore your best friend is inexplicable, you are capable of going to the moon for him and you know perfectly well that he would do the same thing for you. The first time you met Antoine, a couple of years ago, he had just arrived in Madrid from San Sebastián, he had signed the contract of his life with Atlético de Madrid, it was a golden opportunity for him and his football career, while you were finishing your university degree. You were his tourist guide and his first friend in Madrid and there was a certain chemistry between the two of you since the very beginning... The thing is that you both are best friends and you shouldn't have feelings for each other.

A long time has passed since that first time you saw that lost Frenchman, you are currently in his house, dishes are scattered across the coffee table, remnants of a good and delicious dinner. Antoine is dressed comfortably in sweats while laughing at one of your silly jokes, you sit beside him with a shy smile playing on your lips. You've always been much more reserved than him, but tonight, there's a comfortable silence between the two of you, a familiarity that years of friendship have built.

”Oh god, y/n, this is so so nice!” he sighs while having a smile on his face. “We really needed to meet, you know?” He says and you nod.

“Definitely, just like the old times.” you said softly at him. “I missed this Anto.” you say while smiling.

You love how easily you fall back into this comfortable rhythm with Antoine, even after periods of not seeing each other as much.

The conversation drifts between past memories and shared dreams, you talk about his upcoming season, the pressure, the thrill. You listen intently, your shyness melting away as you get lost in his passion.

There's a lull in the conversation, a comfortable silence that settles between you, Antoine reaches out and picks up a stray strand of hair that's fallen across your face, tucking it behind your ear. His touch sends a jolt through you.

“You know? You're amazing y/n. Seriously, you're so strong, so kind, so funny, honestly the best person I know on earth... Why you haven't found someone?” he says softly.

You flinch a little bit at the question. Relationships haven't exactly been your forte, you tend to scare them off with your quiet demeanor. The thing is that you two have been going through some... not so pleasant times in the romantic department, to put it in a way, on his part, he tends to be very direct with girls and be very demonstrative. While you, since you are quite calm and shy, boys get scared or simply take you for boring and don't feel like going out with you.

You sighed. “Maybe I just haven't met the right person, dating is.... Exhausting for me, and you know that.” you say in a soft whisper.

“Well, maybe they just haven't met the real you.” he whispered softly at you. “You know? The one who laughs until her stomach hurts and secretly watches cheesy rom-coms.”

He winks, and you feel a blush creep up your face, he knows you so well, even the little things you keep hidden.

You look down at your hands, suddenly self-conscious. “Maybe... But guys just... they get intimidated or bored, I don't know.” you say in a whisper. “They are all idiots and assholes, I guess.”

Antoine leans closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Well, maybe you just haven't given the right guy a chance... What if I told you I wouldn't be intimidated or bored? What if I told you I...” He trails off, his eyes locked on yours.

You can feel the warmth radiating off him, and the air crackles with unspoken emotions. Your heart hammers in your chest, this could be the moment.

Then, slowly, and inevitably, Antoine leans in and you meet him halfway. The kiss is a little hesitant at first, a simple brush of lips, then deepens. It feels electric, a familiar and strange feeling at the same time.

You pull away, breathless. Your eyes meet Antoine's, a mixture of confusion and desire swirling in their depths. This wasn't the plan for the rest of the night...

But as you gaze into his eyes, a question forms on your lips. “Antoine... what are we doing?” you whispered softly.

A slow smile spreads across Antoine's face. “Maybe figuring it out y/n.” he also says in a soft tone.

“Antoine... this is so crazy. We've been best friends forever... What if it ruins everything?” you said with a slightly trembling voice.

He cups your face in his hands, his touch gentle yet firm. ”Maybe, but maybe it won't... Maybe this is what we've both been missing all along, we can figure it out together, y/n... Just like we always do.”

His words hold a quiet conviction. You stare into his eyes, a kaleidoscope of emotions swirling within you. Taking a deep breath, you reach up and touch his cheek.

“Okay” you sighed and smiled at him. “Let's figure it out.”

A slow smile spreads across Antoine's face, relief and joy mingling in his warm blue eyes. He leans in, and you meet him halfway once again, ready to take this leap of faith together as a team.

The kiss is electrifying, a mix of newfound passion and the familiar comfort of your lifelong friendship. This is uncharted territory with him, but for the first time, it doesn't feel scary. It feels exciting, exhilarating, like the start of something incredible.

When you finally pull away, Antoine rests his forehead against yours, his breathing shallow. “So... what now amour?” he said with his voice barely a whisper. (love)

You can't help but smile, a spark of newfound confidence flickering within you. “How about we start by watching that cheesy rom-com I mentioned? And maybe, just maybe, we can figure out the rest along the way.” you say while grinning.

Antoine throws his head back and laughs, the sound genuine and carefree. He pulls you into a hug, the familiar warmth sending a comforting shiver down your spine.

“Sounds like a plan! Just promise me one thing chérie.” (darling)

You nod at his words. “Anything!”

“Don't stop being you, okay? I love you just the way you are.” He says as he looks at you intensely and you blush like a schoolgirl with her first love. “Look at you! God, you're so adorable baby!” He says in a soft voice as you push him a little, he laughs and you join him.

Tonight, everything feels different... the future is uncertain, but for the first time in a long time, you feel a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, you can have it all - your best friend, and something more...

The night stretches before you, a canvas ready to be painted with the colors of a love story between friends waiting to unfold.

[lovejoaofelix]

antoine griezmann fluff plzz u can choose the theme

UN AMOUR ÉTERNEL

"after a long time Antoine, declares what he really feels"

Y/n had just finished the summer session, the worst time of the year for a college student.

She had to suffer all the photos of non-university students at the seaside, in the pool, in the mountains or simply on vacation, while she had to study books larger than any encyclopedia of the 1800s.

At moments, y/n dropped the glass of water in his hands. She opened her eyes wide, incredulous. She dreamed of going to Zanzibar since she was just over a meter tall. -You're not lying, are you?-

-Absolutely not, you should give yourself a move.- The boy smiled at her, with a satisfied smile. He loved to organize surprises, especially to his girlfriend.

-Sure, I put the whole closet in my suitcase and I'm ready.-

{...}

The sunset in Zanzibar was magnificent, one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen y/n. Perhaps the second most beautiful thing, after his Antoine.

They were at the beach, with a cocktail in their hands.

Fruity for her, with a stronger flavor than him.

They were alone, the only sounds that filled the air were the singing of birds and the sound of the waves of the sea.

y/n's heart had begun to beat wildly, while her head began to elaborate a thousand possible conjectures. -Another one?

-Yes, and you will like it. But you will have to be blindfolded.- y/n accepted unconvinced, and increasingly confused.She let herself be guided by the boy, who took her to a beach just ahead.

It was surrounded by trees, which made the atmosphere even more impressive. Antoine had chosen that location just when the girl had fallen asleep, just a few hours before.

When y/n did it, not without having trembling hands, the first thing she saw was the immense writing on the sand.'You want to marry me, y/n?'Tears of happiness fell down her cheeks, as Antoine knelt before her, with a little red box, lying in his hands.

[ms-snape]

Could you write ANYTHING about antoine griezmann?? I’d love some fluff 💕 💗 (also you should make a masterlist! id love to find your other works!)

WHAT THAT PINK HELL

Sorry that's a short one

Summary: Antoine Griezmann's girlfriend Kayla finds out what he did to her hair.

Good reading

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Kayla's POV

My phone rang waking me from my peaceful sleep, it was Antoine who called me face time, I hesitated to refuse the call, I mean, I have a casting for tomorrow which means that I have need my hours of restorative sleep, but my love for him prevents me from doing so.

"I hope you have a good reason to call me you have no more girlfriend" I say doubting that he heard me since the camera did not show his face.

《I messed around》just that, when Antoine admits that he's messing around, it's really serious.

《What did you do again?》 I ask desperately, the sooner I find out what he did, the sooner I yell at him, and the sooner I go back to sleep.

《Well you see France didn't win the World Cup this year, right 》I nod confused.

《Well I had made a bet on that, and if suddenly the pledge was that I would dye my hair》he says that and lowers the camera towards his face at the same time.

《Seriously Antoine, in pink》 I try to hold back my laughter.

"You do not like ?"

《No it's not that, I'm just surprised, but it was pretty, it has to stand out...mhmh.. the color of your lips》I burst out laughing at the last part and smirk at him.

《Kayla...》

《Okay that's good, I'm done, but hey, I really have to go back to bed, we'll see you tomorrow to discuss your new color》

"Yeah that's it see you tomorrow,Love you" he said..

《Love you too》 and on this I hang up and collapse on the bed wondering what I could have done in my life to have a boyfriend like that.

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That's it that's all.

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[applejuicefruit]

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(bonus points if it’s adrien rabiot or olivier giroud, i love french men bye)

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[captainwans]

IN A RAGE.

 — A. GRIEZMANN

pairing: antoine griezmann x fem! reader

summary: usually antoine kept calm during heated matches with his opponents. however, one comment about his wife made him see red.

warning: traumatized reader, lots of angst, cursing, mention of former abusive relationship, mentions of anxiety disorders, and fluff at the end.

word count:  2,4k | ( gif not mine! )

disclaimer: luiz is a fictional character that i made up, in case you’re wondering. hope you like this as much as i liked writing it! <3

masterlist!

…   [Y/N] SAT AT THE STANDS, both of her legs anxiously bouncing as her eyes darted across the stadium with an uneasy expression plastered onto her face. She chewed on her bottom lip, lost in a dire of haunting thoughts that made her want to throw herself off a cliff—quite literally. She halted with her breaths, a shaky sigh escaping her lips as she relived the small argument that was shared between her and her husband, Antoine, and she felt a sting in her chest for her own behavior.

    “I don’t understand why you’re making such a big deal–” [Y/N] tried to argue, but was cut off by Antoine, who paused with a look of disbelief, looking at his wife like she’d grown two heads.

     Antoine scoffed, resting a hand on his hip. “It matters to me because he hurt you! The fact that we’re playing against each other makes me fucking sick to my stomach. How am I supposed to play fair when that guy’s the reason for the bruises you on your—” [Y/N]’s eyes burgeoned with tears, her jaw tightly clutched as she rapidly shook her head, blocking out her ex-boyfriend’s name.

    “Don’t. Don’t talk about him.” [Y/N] shot in a calming manner, her eyes rigid with tears. A reign of pain engulfed her body, but she stood on her ground, not allowing herself to break. Crumbling to pieces was not something she wanted to do at the moment, especially not in front of Antoine.

    Luiz Moralez was a menace—even on the football field. Having received multiple cards, yellow and red, go in accordance with how he is as a person outside of football. [Y/N] however, was blinded by love and saw the signs late. She remembered giving her friends a weird look at the comments about him, completely oblivious and too in love to realize that she made a deal with the devil.

    A gentle hand rubbed her back, snapping her out of her thoughts. She swallowed a lump into her throat, clenching her jaw before turning her head to Antoine’s sister, Maud, who looked at her with concern. “Are you alright, honey?” she softly asked, her doe-eyes gazing at her with genuine worry.

    [Y/N] dug her nails into her palms, biting the insides of her cheeks. The question made her want to sob into her arms, wanting her to rock her body back and forth while caressing her hair. She licked her dry lips before giving her an answer. “I, uh—I don’t know, Maud,” she admitted, giving her an uncertain smile, not sure if the smile was for herself or for her best friend.

    Maud’s hand traveled up to her neck, almost wincing at how tense it was. She studied her, her eyes slightly narrowed as she watched how her chest was heaving, making her frown. She glanced at her hands, noticing her fidgeting with her wedding band. Her eyes softened, bringing her warm hand into her cold ones, rubbing her icy skin with her thumb. “You’re safe here. It’s okay.”

    [Y/N] cringed internally, feeling like a child. Her jaw was starting to sting at how tight it was clutched. She nodded, repeating her words like a mantra. Her lips muttered her words quietly, earning another rub on her back for reassurance. The dark cloud in her heart became heavier, writhing and squeezing her chest tightly making her let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

     A whistle echoed inside the stadium, indicating the players’ appearance. Both of the teams stepped out of the dark hall, making a round of applause and cheers echo inside the stadium. [Y/N] moved her head, trying to catch a glimpse of her husband, but her eyes landed on Luis instead, whose piercing gaze on her made her freeze in her seat.

     Blood drained from her skin, her expression stretched into a mask of fright. She could feel her heart palpiate, blood rushing through her ears as she watched him give her a nod in greeting, his lips curving into a smirk. She quickly averted her gaze away toward his husband, whose eyes was on Luis—eyes glowed with fire.

   Antoine gently tapped his mascot’s shoulders, giving the child a comforting pat to ease their nerves. He stood across his opponent, who ironically happened to be Luiz. His blood boiled at how he sent a smile to his wife. His mouth quirked with annoyance, lips suppressing fury as he gave him a cold look.

    Luiz moved his gaze toward his opponent, an amusing expression plastered onto his features. He had his arms behind his back, shoulders out with a confident posture and Antoine wanted nothing more than to wipe that stupid smirk off his face.

    The French man gave him one last glare, turning his attention away from him to the match. Both of the teams gave each other a handshake, mutters of good luck and a tap on the back. Luiz neared Antoine, his rough hands clasping with his.

    Antoine tightened his grip on his hand, giving it a squeeze. He gave him a nod, his lips forming into a forced smile. He watched him falter for a moment before returning the same enforcing smile, their eyes dangerously pierced into each other.

    The players gathered around the field, waiting for the referee to blow the whistle. Antoine’s eyes darted across the stadium, eyes searching for his wife. His eyes found hers and he gave her an apologetic look, indicating for the small argument they had earlier. He watched her shake her head, blowing a few kisses, her lips chanting with the crowd for the French man.

    He smiled, eyes soft and loving, completely oblivious of Luiz giving him a glowering look. After what felt like an internity, the whistle finally blew and the match started. Half of the match went for Antoine’s team, having scoring a goal that went the crowd craving for more. Although Antoine encountered his opponent tackling him and preventing him from scoring, he managed in the end and manuvered the ball skillfully into the net.

    That seemed to make Luiz bitter for the whole break and it was obvious for the audience. Some caught him making dull comments about the French man, throwing his hands up exasperated about their performance. Some of his teammates watched the Spanish man with annoyance, making Antoine chuckle under his breath with a shake of his head. This guy, he thought.

    The rest of the match started with the other team dribbling the ball and centring to each other. Antoine jogged toward his opponent, managing to catch the ball and leading it to the other direction. The crowd roared with anticipation, watching the French man on the field, skillfully dodging their attempts to take the ball away from him. He was near and getting closer, but as his feet was about to shoot, Luiz happened to prevent the goal by using his body to push his shoulders, sending him to the ground.

   [Y/N] gasped, a hand covering her mouth as she watched the spectacle in front of her. Her eyebrows were knitted and her frown deepened. “Fucking asshole,” she cursed out loud, making a few snap their heads toward her direction—agreeing with her comment.

    “Asshole? More like a fucking meneance. How isn’t that a yellow card?” A man beside her interjected with a scorn, making a few people around him agree with his statement, their shouts of anger filling her ears.

    Antoine stood up on his feet, feeling his shoulder sting. He wiped off sweat that was trickling down his face and clenched his jaw. His face flushed with anger, watching how Luiz took the ball away from him. He noticed a few of his teammates crying in protest, yelling at the referee for a yellow card to the man. He patted a team player on the back, indicating to keep going and reassuring that he was fine.

    Luiz dribbled the ball, maneuvering around his opponent as he neared the net. The crowd cheered, boosting his skills as his foot went for a potential score, but was blocked by Antoine, who jumped in front of the net and slid his body against the grass.

   It was only a few minutes left and the other team could already taste victory. Just as Antoine stood up from the grass, his body was tackled to the ground, his hip hitting the ground with a harsh thump. A yelp tore through his throat, his hand gripping his left hip with gritted teeth.

    “Fucking jerk,” he grumbled, clenching his jaw. His teammates ran to his side, carefully helping him up to his feet before making a run to attack the Spanish player. They shared their complaints to the referee on his behalf, eyes dripped with spite as they looked at the opposite team.

    Antoine felt a prickling pain at his left hip, making him let out a shaky breath as he halted toward Luiz with a neutral expression on his face to prevent himself from punching his face. He watched him letting out a scoff, pushing one of his teammates out of the way to defend himself.

    A whistle pulled him out of his thoughts, making him snap his head toward the referee. Luiz could only shrug, a cocky expression plastered onto his face as he neared the referee. “We almost scored, he ruined the shot, man. I almost had it!” he defend himself with a glare, looking at his Antoine, whose veins in his neck stood out in living ridges, ready to pop out any second.

    After a bargain of shouts and protests, the referee sent Luiz off the field, bringing a red card in the air and Antoine thought he was seeing things as he watched the other team cheer. He scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief at the interaction and turned on his heel to play the last few minutes that was left.

    A harsh tug at his shoulder made him quickly turn around and immediately met with the face that he despised the most. He narrowed his eyes, a scowl forming on his handsome features as he looked at his opponent’s expression turning into a sour look, indicating his red card.

    He watched him open his mouth, but he cut him off before he could utter a word, already knowing what he was going to say. Antoine inched closer, his unwavering gaze holding him in his place. “Say a fucking word about my wife, I dare you. Back. Off.” he sneered, his jaw clutched as he looked at him with a cold glare before leaving him on the spot.

    “Why not? She’s a fucking whore.” Antoine halted with his steps and turned around once again. A look of rage morphed into his face, along with a flushed face and his lips turning thin before barging toward him, his hands using all his strengths to send him back to the ground.

    “What the hell did you just say about her?” Even Luiz’s teammates gave him disappointed looks, a look of shock etched onto their faces as they watched him uttering words like that. A teammate pushed Luiz back to prevent him to throw a punch at the French player. “Hey, enough! You’ve done enough, man.”

    [Y/N]’s eyes brimmed with tears, her lips forming into a downwards pout as she tried to stop the overwhelming emotions bubbling to the surface. Another whistle blew, signaling that the game was over and their team won. The crowd cheered screams of joy, completely forgetting about the heated interactin between the players.

    She stood up from her seat, ignoring Maud’s pleads as her feet hit the staircase to lead her down the dark hall. She watched the team entering the hallaway, their brims of smiles widening at their another win. She clutched her chest, her body glued into a corner as her eyes frantically searched for her husband. She rubbed the back of her crossed arms, hot tears threatening to fall. She sniffled, wiping her nose with her hand and slowly sauntered toward, catching a glimpse of blonde locks at the peripheral of her vision.

    Antoine gave his coach a forced smile, giving him an embrace. He heard his words of praise, but his mind was elsewhere and he longed for his wife. His eyes averted away from his coach toward the entrance hall, trying to find her among the heavy mass.

    [Y/N] let out a breath she held for awhile, feeling her shoulders relax as her eyes finally locked with his. She let her feet lead her, fastening her pace, desperate to be into his arms. A breathy smile reached her face, her hands cupping both of his cheeks before engulfing him into her arms.

    Antoine let out a tired sigh, hiding his face into her hair as he pulled her closer to his body. He rocked them back and forth, enjoying being in each other arms as they both whispered words of love and sweet nothings. “I’m sorry, mon chéri (my darling).” he murmed into her neck, planting a soft kiss into her skin before pulling away.

    [Y/N] shook her head, her hand drifting to hold the side of his neck as her thumb brushed his jaw. She felt him relax at her touch, reaching his hand to cover with hers. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You’re right—what you said, you know. I just, uh, I didn’t know what to say and I–I–” her words got caught in her throat, a vibrant blush creeping up her cheeks at his soft gaze.

    Antoine caught her chin, his thumb gliding across her cheekbones in a tender and gentle caress. He captured her lips for a loving kiss. She met his kiss with a dreamy sigh, her hands sliding up to wrap around his shoulder to pull him closer, deepening the kiss.

    They broke away the kiss, their forehead leaned against each other. Antoine’s lips curved up, both of his hands caressing her flushed cheeks. He hummed, planting a kiss on her forehead before pulling her into his chest. “I love you so much, you know that right? More than that psycho..” he told her, feeling her muffled laughs into his chest.

   [Y/N] pulled away, giving her husband a giggle. “I know, sweetheart. I love you so much as well, Antoine.” she mirrored his affection, giving him a loving smile.

[judebelle]

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For right now I am only currently writing for any football players/futbolistas, ESPECIALLY Diego Lainez. The other person I am writing about is Cillian Murphy and a few of the characters he has played.

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Hey, i love your work and i hope you 're a having a great day💞 I have a request if it's okay, i was thinking maybe something with Anto and his girlfriend/wife is argentinian maybe related to Messi and some tension during the WC finale.

Or another idea where they are experiencing some cultural differences. Maybe her showing something from her culture to his family.

Thank you💞 💞💞

Conflicted -Antoine Griezmann (x Messi!Reader)

Summary: Your French husband is at the final of the World Cup but so is your Argentinian brother, Lionel.

You were the happiest when you saw Argentina beat Croatia 3-0 and with a goal, even though it was a penalty, of your brother, Lionel Messi. You were in your hotel room with your husband, Antoine, with the Messi 10 shirt on, when that happened. He had laughed when you threw yourself at him kissing him in your celebration form.

Antoine obviously welcomed your kiss and loved the attention.

You never thought too deeply into it but you started doing it when you saw that France was beating Morocco.

It was such a hard decision for you now. You were born in Argentina, you were proud of being Argentinian and you obviously wanted for your country to win, but on the other side you had your French husband.

He had already won a WC but you were also waiting for him to win another one, he had worked so hard for this, he deserved it, he also wanted to make his country proud once more and you wanted to be there for him.

So that's how you came into the place you were being now, sat in the French side with your Argentina shirt on but a French flag tied around your neck. People were whispering at the fact of the blue and white striped shirt on the dark blue side but whoever knew Lionel Messi and Antoine Griezmann knew that you were sister of the first one and wife of the latest.

You were feeling funny today, you knew that at the end of the day you'd feel happy and sad at the same time however the result will be. Happy for your husband and sad for your brother and country if France wins or Sad for your husband and happy for your brother and country if Argentina wins. By the end of the day, you'll be destroyed by the social media either way.

Good thing was that you learned to not give a single shit of what people said about you on social media.

Antoine's parents and the French WAG's were understanding your position. Of course, you can imagine they feel a little betrayed but they also knew your good intentions and the fact that you wished both teams the best of luck.

"Stop stressing so much about it" Antoine had said before arriving at the stadium

You were laughing at that right now.

First half passed and Argentina was already winning 2-0, you didn't celebrated the goals made by your older brother and by Angel Di Maria... And you were also not going to celebrate France's goals.

If they scored seeing as they weren't going to do it.

Your breathe hitched everytime the ball moved from Argentina to France territory and from France to Argentina territory. This was the world's best and worst final for you.

The amount of times your stomach was tied in a knot were uncountable.

It was worse when Kylian at minutes 80' and 81' did a doublet. It was tied and both of them heading into the extra time.

At this rate you wanted to throw up. You felt the looks of the whole stadium on you, even if they were on the pitch. You felt the whispers of both countries hit on your back.

At 108' Lionel scored and ten minutes later Kylian scored too. Fucking penalties. They were heading into the penalties. Everything could happen now.

4-2, was the end result. You cried for both happiness and sadness. You couldn't see Antoine's sad face and you could imagine your brother's happiness for finally winning a WC.

After a few minutes you bolted out of the French stands and got into the pitch, both teams still there along with the family of the Argentinians.

You showed your pass and security let you in.

Your eyes scanned the whole stadium searching for the brunette of your brother and the blonde of your husband, after what felt ages looking and looking around; you finally saw them both, hugging each other. You ran towards them and finally crushed both of them in a hug

You heard both of their laughs and felt their arms wrap around you

"This past three hours were absolutely hell for me" You admitted "I'm sorry and congrats, both of you" You spoke

"Don't worry, hermanita. We understand it" Your brother spoke first "Still, thank you for the support"

"I love you both so much" You said crying "And please known I'm happy and sad at the same time. This wasn't easy"

"We known it wasn't" Antoine whispered leaving a kiss on your cheek "We thank you for putting up with it, tho" You pulled away from them kissing Antoine's lips quickly and then your brother's cheek, hugging them once more

You guess, it was your country's time. It was your brother's time. Last time you were in the French side, cheering for them and celebrating with them on their win. Now, you'll also be there but with your people. Your latina people, you'd still celebrate it.

You were hurt for your brother back in 2018, now you are hurt for your husband in 2022.

Still, you loved the fact they respected each other, both of them understanding each others position. You went to your mom hugging her tightly feeling the excitement of your fellow Argentinians, you hugged your sister-in-law and your nephews.

You hugged Angel, Rodrigo, el Dibu, Dybala, Julián and every single one of the team congratulating them and even kissing the throphy your brother put up to your lips, laughing with him.

After a while, you escaped from them and went towards your French people. The first one you hugged was Lloris, the greatest captain ever, you kissed his cheek and congratulated him for the amazing job he had done, you then went to Varane, Olivier, Théo, Kylian, Koundé, Ousmane and the rest of them, leaving last your husband who was slightly behind them watching your brother with the Cup.

You went to him, hugged your husband and kissed him once more

"I'm so proud of you, I love you so much, I'm sorry and congratulations" His arms tightened around you

"Thank you, chérie" He smiled at you "Go and have fun with them" You shook your head

"I can't have fun knowing my husband is feeling sad, I know it's a normal thing right now but I just can't. I already feeling like I'm betraying both of you"

"You aren't. You're happy your brother and country got another Cup"

"But I'm also sad and destroyed because my husband and his country lost" You shook your head "I'm feeling everything a persona can feel" He laughed lightly

"That's not healthy for the baby, you know it" Antoine's hands went to your barely shown stomach, you were four months into pregnancy and not many people knew about it

"Well, I can't exactly help it. This baby will be in the middle next WC just like his momma is"

"I'm sorry"

"Don't be" You kissed his once more before feeling a weight on your shoulder "Merde!"

"¿Cómo que merde? ¿Qué sos vos argentina o francesa, boluda?" Your brother's voice made you and Antoine laugh "Venga, que mamá quiere una foto de todos" You nod

"I can take it if you want" Anto offered as Leo laughed

"Mamá dijo todos, vos también estás incluido. Somos familia"

After a few photos and some easing things from your family's part to Antoine, they were having a good time. Not the exactly best or they were fully partying like you knew they would, for Anto's feelings and respect but you loved it and were feeling now happy seeing that despite the differences they were able to push them aside.

Football is football but family is first.

Those two were your champions- your world champions and you couldn't help but think your third one was also on its way.

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[mariclerc]

I just came across your page after reading Antoine Griezmann's fic. And i really enjoyed the one you did and would love to see more abt him, so could you please write a fake dating like he's invited to a wedding and convince her to be his date and he realises that he actually likes her for real so he aske her out on real date

Thank you very much for this request!!! I find this topic quite funny and amusing. I hope you like it 🥰

Fake it till you make it | ag7

Summary: when you are in a fake relationship and eventually you and him explode. Warnings: none, just fluff i guess.

This thing of being in a kind of fake relationship has brought good things and, at the same time, bad things... Like, for example, you sometimes can't stand your designated "partner." And it's not because he's not a nice guy, because he really is a nice guy, like, he does his best to treat you like you deserve no matter what, no matter if he's also tired of this circus or the press, he treats you like such a gentleman, but it's totally unnecessary to fake something for mere publicity, at least in your opinion.

The publicity was good, you're not going to complain, especially for you who are an emerging model and you need this status of being in a relationship to attract the media attention... And what better way to do that than to go out with a famous footballer like Antoine Griezmann... It's not like he needed the publicity, but he accepted to be part of this kind of circus anyway.

Now, moving to the present, you are at his apartment, he's looking a little bit stressed and he's pacing across the living room like a mad man while you are lounging on the couch, scrolling through your phone.

You look up at him, a little bit bored. “Another wedding? Really, Griezmann?”

He stopped pacing, exasperated. “Hey, it's good for our image... And, besides, I couldn’t think of anyone else to bring.” He says while scratching the back of his neck.

You roll your eyes. “Oh, please. The golden boy needs his arm candy, how funny is that?”

“It’s not like that, you know how it is... The fans, the press...” he said defensively.

You sighed. “I know, I know, the whole fake relationship charade, I get it clearly.”

A moment of silence passes between the two of you as you stare at each other.

He sighed softly. “Look, I'm sorry... I know this is all a mess.”

You shrugged. “It's fine I guess.” you replied. “At least we're good at pretending for the cameras and stuff.”

Antoine walks over to the couch and sits beside you, taking your hand. “I wish it was real.”

You sighed softly. “Me too griz, me too.”

You two share a moment of awkward silence before bursting out laughing. One good thing about this whole farce is that you and him, despite everything, have a lot of fun and it's strange because you're "supposed" to hate each other... When in reality he is super kind to you and considerate and, in a way, you are like that with him too.

“Well, at least we can laugh and make fun about it.” you say while wiping away tears of laughing.

He smiled widely. “Yeah, we have each other to complain about this whole circus.”

You two relax, a comfortable silence settling between you two.

***

A couple of weeks later you finally attend the wedding. A grand, opulent wedding reception hall... The soft, romantic lighting adding a warm touch to the ambience of the party. Upbeat music fills the air, you and Antoine are on the dance floor, lost in the moment. Luckily for you two there weren't many people "interested" in your relationship, which was fine.

“Can you believe we're actually having fun? It's sooo cool!” He drawls while smiling, looking into your eyes. His blue eyes look so beautiful under the soft light of the hall, he looks like a real life prince, literally out of a Disney movie.

You laugh softly. “I know, right? Who would've thought!” You say while you dance and move your hair to the rhythm of the music.

You two continue to dance in a silly and funny way, the chemistry between the two of you is palpable in the room, well at least for the two of you it is. Suddenly, a slower song starts playing, echoing in the great hall, and Antoine pulls you closer to him. You blush, not knowing how to react to his closeness.

“You know? You look so stunning tonight.” he smiled softly at you. “Like a princess!” he whispered softly on your ear.

You blush subtly at his words. “Tha... Thank you! You don't look too bad yourself, Anto.” you replied softly.

You two shared a tender moment, your eyes locked into each others.

“You know, I've been thinking lately... about us.” he says hesitantly.

“About us?” you asked curiously.

He sighed. “Yeah, I mean, this whole fake relationship thing... it's been... complicated, I know it's tiring for both of us. But I'm sure that there's something real between us.”

Your heart skips a beat. “Griezmann... You're drunk, you know that?” you laugh nervously.

He rise up a brow, looking serious. “I'm a hundred percent sure that I'm completely sober, chérie.” he smiles tenderly at you, it's the first time he gives you a nickname, and it's... so cute coming from him. “I like you... A lot!” (darling)

You're speechless, your mind is racing. While it is true that you have had to fake a relationship for a couple of months, the reality is that you feel a certain attraction towards him and it is inevitable.

He takes a deep breath. “I know this is sudden, but I'd like to take you on a real date... A real one, just us.” he smiles. “We can be silly together and have fun, maybe we can just eat junk food at my place and stuff.” he giggles softly, oh boy, he's so adorable.

You look into his eyes, your heart pounding on your chest, your cheeks blush hard. “I think I'd like that!” you smile at him. “Being silly sounds like a good idea... Very suitable for us!” you giggled back at him.

Antoine smiles, relief washing over him. He pulls you in for a gentle and soft kiss... A kiss that, perhaps a couple of months ago, you didn't see coming, but that now feels so good and so right and good, everything feels meant to be.

You and Antoine pull away from the kiss, your faces flushed, your cheeks are burning red and his eyes sparkle so bright, it's such a cute scene.

“I think that just sealed the deal, chérie.” he smiles widely at you. (darling)

You giggled nervously. “I guess it did.” you two shared a tender look.

He intertwines your hand with his. “So, it's a real date, huh?”

You nod at the sight of your interwined hands. “Yup, it's a real date!” you giggled again.

You two smile, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation. As the music picks up again, Antoine pulls you back onto the dance floor, his arm around your waist while you lean your head on his shoulder, you close your eyes, a sense of contentment washing over you.

The rest of the evening is a blur of laughter, dancing, stolen glances and even a few kisses between the two of you. You both feel a newfound connection, a spark that ignites something special and sincere.

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antogriezmann i love you so much mon petit soleil 🥰🥰🤍 (my little sunshine)

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Bad Luck.

Request: grieamann comforts you after a bad day at work.

Pair: antoine griezmann x reader

Today was not your day, hell this week isn't your week. You have been having shitty day after another this week, you don't even know from where to start.

Yet, today win the title, woke up late so you were late five minutes on important meeting and while getting coffee at the office it spilled all over you.

All of this wasn't even half of the reasons why the day is the worst day of this year, when you thought you had one peaceful moment you realized that all your work for the new project wasn't saved now you have to redo a month worth of work in a less than a week .

Getting scolded by your supervisor for this silly mistake not like you have been doing it to yourself enough, because of that you have to stay later than you should to fix it when all you wanted to do was crying.

Finally you left , counting the seconds for you to get home and because of your luck you get stuck in traffic what was supposed to be 20 minutes drive turned to an hour drive.

You didn't believe that you finally come back home, can't wait to take off your clothes and shower and just to sleep.

When you entered the house, you heard the sound of the TV and the living room light was on, you prayed that antoine was asleep you didn't feel like talking about the day or sit with anyone.

Yet, with your luck today everything is going against you, he was up and from the atmosphere it looks like he was waiting for you.

"Hey, i thought you'd be asleep right now" you said quietly while taking off your coat and put your stuff down.

"I was waiting for you, you're late" he's following you to the bedroom taking a notice that you're not in the best mood.

"I need to take a shower, you can go to sleep you've waited enough" you continue to the bathroom in your room, antoine hold your elbow to stop you "is everything alright?" His soft voice and worried eyes fill your eyes with tears, you don't want to cry, nothing would be fixed if you cried.

"Hey hey, sweetheart what's wrong?" He noticed like always, you thought you can hide it but of course it's impossible with antoine. He pulls you to a really tight hug and you just can't handle it anymore, you start to cry.

You always had a problem with crying, you don't like it and you don't like others seeing you cry it feels too much. Antoine hugging you and comfort you wither with his touch, kisses and his soothing voice.

"Tell me what's wrong baby, what's hurting my girl" he whispers in your ear and stroking your hair at the same time.

"It just today was one bad accident after the other" you tell after you calmed down a bit.

He waits for you patiently to continue now he stroking your cheeks to wipe your tears.

"I just want a quick shower and to go to sleep".

He nods and leave you to be and from how miserable you felt he knew you didn't eat so he took the chance to fix you something.

After half an hour you get out of the shower dressed in your pjs to see your boyfriend waiting for you still .

"I told you to go to sleep" you tell him while sitting in front of the mirror to brush your hair .

"Here eat this and Give this to me" he took the brush from your hands after handing you what he made in the kitchen and started brushing your hair as soft as possible.

"You know I can't just sleep knowing you're upset" looking at you through the mirror both of you lock eyes and you smile, a little smile but he'll take what he can get.

"Here you go princess" after he finishes braiding your hair, you get up and go to the bed to lay down.

"Can we cuddle?" You ask him with hopeful eyes , you know he won't say no and he didn't.

"Thank you for making this day a bit better no a lot actually" you say lastly before closing your eyes, feeling one of his hands stroking your hair and the pulling you closer to him.

The last thing you felt was his kisses on your face, maybe you weren't lucky today but when you're between his arms it really don't matter.

[applejuicefruit]

can you write something super angsty with Griezmann? or Mbappe? Love your writing so much x

I picked Antoine for this one because there are basically zero writings about him 🤭

This is pure angst! Kylian is in this one too as a supportive best friend

I personally think Antoine is like one of the sweetest people out there, I don’t know he just gives me good energy so it was kinda hard to make an angst with him, I wouldn’t see him like the type who cheats so in this one reader’s a bitch and breaks his heart 🥲🥲 I’m sorry but readers characters can’t always be perfect

Thank you for requesting this, I hope you like it ❤️

Alone

After the world cup Antoine decided to spend a few days in Paris with you and his friends and family before going back to Madrid. You were so happy you would be spending the first christmas in Parsi together with his family. You celebrated Kylian’s birthday with him and his family and you couldn’t be happier. Due to the fact that you and Kylian were around the same you always got along pretty good and became friends. So after celebrating his birthday you and Antoine got back to your apartment and spent the night there waiting for Christmas to come.

Christmas day passed and you were happy, probably the happiest you ever felt in years. You laughed and danced with him and his family, they adored you. His mom honestly loved you more than she loved him and you always joked about it.

But if you were so happy why did things going south?

Once you got back in Madrid you felt tired. You didn’t know exactly what was going on but you felt kind of empty and sad. Antoine noticed it too and tried his everything to cheer you up and, it was working at first but suddenly it felt like you didn’t want to be helped anymore. You had a feeling of what was going on but you wished it wasn’t true. After three years of relationship you were getting bored of it, you started falling out of love and you wished you could stop it but feelings can’t be stopped.

You didn’t want to this to Antoine. You still cared to much for him and you knew he loved you so much that breaking up would literally tear him apart.

“Hello?” the voice on the other side of the phone answered

“Kyky? It’s me y/n” you said, doing the most rational thing you could think of and calling one of your best friend, his calm presence and voice always helped you so you thought maybe he could give you some advice

“Hey mon chère, how’s your day? You okay?” he asked you

“Ehm…not really Kylian…I don’t know what to do…I thought maybe you could help me or…” you started tearing up because just the thought of breaking up with Antoine hurt you. Maybe you were really falling out of love but you didn’t want to hurt him, you didn’t want him to hate you and those thoughts killed you

“Y/n what’s going on? Are you hurt?” he asked you a bit concerned

“No I’m not hurt…it’s just hard to explain, promise me you won’t judge me please, promise me you won’t hate me…” you kept crying

“Of course I won’t you know me” he immediately said to you

“Everything’s going bad Kyky…I don’t know when it started but…I think-I think I’m falling out of love…I just everything feels bad, I don’t love him anymore and it’s killing me because I care for him” you sobbed through the phone

“I feel like you should tell him…the more you wait the more you’re both gonna suffer…”

“I know it’s just-it’s hard…I know this gonna break him and I can’t make him suffer…” you cried and Kylian felt for you. He knew how much you loved Antoine so for you to call him in the middle of the day this was really something serious

“Y/n…listen to me…he’s gonna be hurt, he will cry and probably he won’t want to see you…but tell him is the best thing to do…you should do it the moment he comes home…” Kylian told you and you agreed

“I will…thank you so much Kyky, for everything”

“You know I will always be there…no matter what happens” he said truthfully and you thanked him before hanging up.

You waited for him in the kitchen, drinking a glass of wine hoping it would calm you down instead it gave you more anxiety.

The moment you heard the front door opening you knew that this was coming to and end.

“Babe I’m home…” he said entering the kitchen and smiling when he saw you

“Hey…” you greeted him shyly and you could already feel the tears forming in your eyes

“Honey are you okay?” he asked you trying to approach you but you stopped him

“Antoine…we should talk”

“Mon amour you’re scaring me…are you okay?”

“Not really…but we should talk”

“Okay…let’s sit on the couch” he said and you nodded “what’s going on babe?” he asked you again and when he looked into your eyes you completely broke down

“I’m sorry…there’s no way I can tell you this without making you suffer…Antoine you have to believe me when I say this wasn’t supposed to happen but I-I just don’t know how it happened…” you sobbed

“Whatever it is we can fix it together” he said smiling at you and you sobbed harder

“That’s the problem, we can’t…”

“Y/n baby please tell me what’s going on…”

“I just-I don’t…fuck this is hard…but I want you to know that this isn’t your fault okay? I need you to believe me, please…I know you’re gonna hate me after this and honestly I can’t blame you…”

“Babe I’m never going to hate you…” he said looking a bit scared and you wished what he said was true

“You will trust me…I just…I don’t love you anymore Antoine…” you said it and now your whole world was falling apart, you watched his smile vanishing and his eyes getting glossy

“What you mean? Did you cheat?“ he asked softly grabbing your hands

“No I would never cheat on you…Antoine believe me I had no idea this could happen to us…I just I don’t feel what I felt for you when we first fell in love…I can’t explain-I can’t tell you how sorry I am” you said crying and now he was crying too

“So it is? It is over? Y/n you can’t tell me something like this after three years we’ve sent together…I love you…more than anything, you know I would give you the world if you asked me too…babe what you mean?” he asked getting on his knees in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours

“I don’t know how it happened-I had no idea it could ever happen to us…it’s just I feel so empty…I don’t feel the same thing you feel for me, not anymore…there’s no easy way to say this”

“No fucking not! You can’t expect me to be okay with this…is it because of me? Because during the last weeks I was hardly at home? You know I’ll drop my career if you asked me too…” he said honestly and it made you hurt more knowing the fact that he would have up everything he worked hard for just to be with you

“No it’s not that…you didn’t do anything, it’s me, I’m the problem…I don’t know what’s wrong with me I just-I can’t love you the way I did, not anymore…” you kept sobbing but you knew it was over the moment he stood up and wouldn’t look you in the eyes. He stayed silent for a couple of minutes but for you it felt like an eternity.

“Antoine say something please…”

“What do you want me to say? I love you…and it hurts knowing that you don’t feel the same, it hurts knowing the woman who’ve I spent three years with doesn’t love me anymore…it hurts knowing the woman I wanted to have a family with doesn’t love me, the woman I was going to propose on Saturday, after the game….I can’t even look into your eyes right now y/n…it’s better if you leave now…” he said and you were shocked. He wanted to propose and you probably just ruined his life. Now you felt sick.

“Antoine-.”

“Leave… you can come tomorrow to get your stuff, I won’t be home anyway so you don’t have to see me” he said with a firm voice

“Antoine please…I don’t want you to hate me” you said looking into his eyes “I still care for you…”

“That’s the thing…I could never hate you because I won’t stop loving you…but right now I can’t stand here, you need to leave” he said without even looking at you.

And with that you left.

You had no idea where you were going to stay so you simply got into your car and cried the whole time whilst driving.

You ended up in some fancy hotel, one of those with a pool and a spa, knowing you’ll probably need some comfort in the morning.

You couldn’t explain what you were feeling right now. You were so empty and at the same time you hated yourself for doing this to the kindest person you’ve ever met in your life.

But probably you deserved this.

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Anto’s birthday blurb 2.

Words: 382 Type: Fluff with a tiny bit of brief mention about the night before. But 98% fluff and softness and cuteness.  Request:  A blurb with anto after the "night" you spend with him  

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She can feel herself slowly coming out of her deep sleep and becoming more and more aware of her surroundings, including the warmth from the body beside her.

It’s been a long time since she’s slept next to someone but rather than lay awake, irritated by their every sound like she had been with her exes, she’d slept soundly; no doubt helped by the orgasm he’d given to her or the slower than she expected sex which had made her feel weightless and relaxed beyond words.

He’d kissed her with varying pressure and neediness, building her up only to bring her back down again. Soft kisses, lip nibbles and deep, passionate kisses where she’d feel his tongue against hers even after they’d stopped kissing. He’d made her body feel as it was waking from a long slumber, her heart beat faster, her stomach flipped, her panties became soaked. All the foreplay and make out sessions had lead to the crescendo last night.

Her eyes flutter open and she manages a glance to the side of her. With the blackout blinds doing a beautiful job of exactly that, she can only just make Antoine out but it’s enough to see that he too is no longer asleep.

“You’re awake.” He says in a voice which breaks with sleep despite him being awake a while.  

“Mmmm,” she hums in agreement, turning over to snuggle into him, “and so are you.”

“I’m glad you stayed,” he tells her, words softly spoken as his fingers trace over the curve of her body. “I wasn’t sure you would afterwards.”

“I hadn’t expected you to ask.”

“I wanted this.” his fingers curl, the knuckles of them stroke over her cheek, unfolding once more to brush some hair from her face so he can see all of her as clearly as possible in this lighting. “To wake up next to you.”

“Yeah?” she nuzzles into his hand, enjoying the feeling of his skin upon hers in such an intimate way. He had a way of making her feel at ease and safe with a look, but being beneath his hands, whether that was in bed or out on the streets, she felt adored.  

“And I’m hoping that you’ll stay over more often.”

“All you need to do is ask.”

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