Dating Antoine Griezmann Would Include...
Griziiiii!!!🇨🇵😍 This man deserves some good loving and attention
P.S: You already know what's this one about.
I feel like dating this man should be one of the best things ever
Like, he'll be head over heels for you.
Wouldn't have eyes for another girl. You're literally the only girl in his world.
You met each other thanks to one of the Atlético matches. A little incident happened.
You were being pushed by some fans of the rival and they picked on you. Of course, you had your friends helping you out but they still messed with you. And your group was out-numebered. So you tried your best to stop them, quietly
Obviously, Antoine saw this and he told some guards who helped you and your friends out. After the match ended, he came straight over to you and your group of friends asking you if you guys were okay.
That question, turned into a full conversation with him
And in the end, he asked your name. And soon, you saw a IG notification
@antogiezmann has requested to follow you
You liked the man, so of course, you accepted.
And your friendships started that way
After several months of friendship, you were the one who asked him out
Seeing that he was still a bit unsure of dating, now that he was fully divorced with kids and stuff. He wasn't sure if you'd like him in that way.
He thought you prefered someone else. Someone who you could start your life brand-new.
But you didn't
And he fell in love with you when you told him that
Talking about his kids.
You were nervous meeting them. It's obvious they are Antoine's whole life. And you wanted to make a good impression on them
His heart melted when you started playing princesses with Mía and Alba.
And Football with Amaro
You got along with Erika
Not like best friends, but did keep a healthy relationship between the two of you. She was the mother of his kids and you knew it. And you also knew they would be always connected to each other thanks to those three beauties.
He fell more in love with you when you told him you knew that.
He is really close to his family and mostly with his younger brother, Theo
He was extremely happy when he saw Theo's and yours friendship
Anto often says his older sister, Maud, tries to kidnap you from him
"I try my best to do so, Anto. Be careful" "No. I wouldn't let you"
"No. I love being with him" You'd say making his soul leave and come back to his body several times
Joining him in his goofy style
Lots of laughter in your house
You never go out unless it's grocery shooping
And some important event, oc
You are best friends with Koke
And with the rest of the Altético de Madrid players
They loved the fact you made Antoine happy
Talking about happiness
Your happiness it's his
So he would always do his everything to see your smile
Would give you gifts at random times at days
"And those flowers?" "They're yours, chérie. Hope you like them" "Love them" You kissed his cheek "But why?" He shrugs his shoulders "Just because"
Dating Antoine Griezmann means never getting used to his hairstyles
"Will I ever see you with the same hair style for more than four months?" "I don't think so, chérie"
Loves it when you try and speak French with him
"Wait, what?" And he'd just laugh at your attempt
Bit of dirty talking in French
You totally go crazy for it
Even if he's cursing at your relatives, you'd be all over him
Cuddles are the best
But not everything is pink
You'll be sad whenever he has to leave for some match
Lots of "Miss you"s and lots of Facetime calls
He would send you pics or videos of him, where he is, what's he doing, what's he eating, everything
He would also bring you a little gift from whenever he was, a necklace, a handmade card, anything
When he comes back home, he won't be leaving your side
You guys don't fight a lot
And when you do, you never go to sleep mad at each other.
He absolutely hates it
And he loves you, respects you and cares for you.
Basically, you're a freaking lucky girl if you're dating this man
Because you guys were not only each other's lovers, you were friends, you were partners, you were each others rock, you were each other supports and no one could ever bring you guys down.
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@gaviypedrisbride
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König Teasing Reader in His Dialect
I finally got around to writing for König being sappy with his S/O in his native tongue! Native dialect, in fact!! I'm not gonna include any translations for this one! And don't bother putting it in Google Translate either, it won't work :3c
“Du host so a liabes Gschau.”
A gentle twilight it was, the sky donning a beautiful coat of orange. With the few fluffy clouds floating by, you watched your boyfriend glow in the soft evening light. It was almost magical, the way the sun set behind the mountains, the way it created a halo of utmost pulchritude on König. He was a rough man, who found it within himself to be as gentle as one would never imagine. His hands were calloused, but the way he caressed your face made it seem as though he was a lover by nature. Although he may have killed more people than you have ever known in your lifetime, that fact barely came to mind when his voice would call for you. Strong his accent, yes, but with it came a sense of familiarity that you would get nowhere else. König was a beautiful man. If you could have, then you would have knelt in front of him, allowing him to tread his fingers through your locks. If you could have, you would have slung your arms around him, burying yourself in his warmth and scent. But alas, all that came to mind was confusion. What did he say this time?
“You know my German isn’t that good just yet. You gotta be patient with me. Can you translate?”
With a certain glimmer in his eyes, he smiled as he shook his head. “No, I’ll let you figure this one out. It would be boring if I translated everything for you.” But even so, he walked towards you, quiet as a cat, hunting for its prey. All there was to devour was you, unity through the purpose of consuming one another. He stood still in front of you, eyes almost hazy as he seemed a little unfocused. He was a hunter, but whenever you were around he laid his weapon to rest, craving your attention more than he felt the bloodlust. You calmed him more than any restful night ever could. Your touch was the remedy for his loneliness, his fear, his anger. And this time, it was his turn to repay you, gently running his thumb across your cheek.
“Du bist mei ois. Für di leib i. I bin dir so vü schuidig. Söbst wenn i dir die Wöd gebn darad, warads ned genug. Danke für ois. Bitte bleib bei mir so laung wies nur geht. Hah, i reid grod so vü Scheiße, aba des stört mi ned. Du mochst mi so fertig, aber i hob di so lieb. Eigentlich wuid i heite schiacha zu dir sein, oba i kauns afoch ned. I bin so verliebt in di.”
Should you feel angry at him? For all you knew he could have been cursing you worse than any string of English words ever could. And yet, his expression betrayed him. That gentle smile, that soft gaze, that tender touch. König let out a content sigh, placing his hands atop your shoulders. It was evident he wanted something, he wanted more, but all he could do was stare as love overtook every fiber of his being. In that moment, he wasn’t a hunter, he wasn’t a fighter, he wasn’t a soldier. If there was one thing he could call himself, it was yours. Your boyfriend, your partner, your loved one. It didn’t matter as long as it was in relation to you. He pulled you into a tight embrace. His pride was a wall made of steel, but you burned yourself through the metal and settled down in his heart. All you knew was that he was so much kinder towards you than he gave himself credit for.
“Love, I’ve got no idea what you’re saying.”
“Brauchst a ned. I wü afoch nur so mit dir bleibn. I mechat di für imma so hoitn. Du bist so liab. I hob so vü Scheiße im Militär durchgmocht, oba es wor’s ma ois wert wal i di kennanglernt hob. I darad ois no amoi so mochn. Bitte sei ma ned bes, oba i glab es is gscheita wennst ned wast, wos i grod sog. Du suist mi ned als schwochn Maun sehn. Oba nur damit du’s wast, es gibt kan Menschn auf dera Wöd, den i liaba hob als di. I hoff, dass ma ewig zaumbleibm kennan.”
“Are you being sappy right now?”
But the only response you got was him holding onto you as though you were a beautiful, fleeting memory. Wrapping your arms around him in return, you resigned yourself to your fate. He could so very easily snap you in half, and yet he chose to use his strength to make you feel protected. Indeed, König was a different man with you. You knew him as the anxious colonel that was still capable of leading people. Deadly precise, viciously efficient, always successful. And today he felt as giddy as a child watching its first rainbow, all because he was with you.
“Ich hab dich ganz doll lieb.”
Finally, some words you could understand.
“Love you too, König.”
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