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[pulisicsgirl]

sleepy - christian pulisic

summary: Christian is the softest, sweetest boyfriend after he comes home from a long day of training and wants nothing more than to be in Y/N's arms; super short and hastily proofread I'm so sorry

pairing: Christian Pulisic x reader

word count: 0.7k

notes: just a short little blurb while I had a bit of time tonight. I have a few fics in progress that I want to write, but I'm having trouble really pulling my ideas together. Please let me know if you have any requests!

You scrolled mindlessly on your phone while you leaned against the headboard, waiting for Christian to come out of the bathroom and join you. Before he left for training, the two of you had agreed over breakfast to watch a movie together tonight that you had been dying to see.

However, when he walked in the front door that evening, you immediately doubted the plan, seeing how exhausted he was from training. He dropped his bag on the ground by his feet as soon as he saw you walking up to him. A sigh of relief passed through his lips as he slid his arms tightly around your waist and nuzzled his nose into your neck. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, reaching up to scratch his scalp lightly the way you knew he liked, and the soft groan he let out told you he appreciated the gesture.

After that the two of you had eaten the dinner you had prepared, and you sent him upstairs to shower while you cleaned up, despite his protests that he wanted to help. After the dishes were washed and put away, you followed him up, changing into something more comfortable and crawling into the bed, and now you found yourself just killing time and waiting for him to finish up in the bathroom.

Not long after, the sound of the door opening caused you to look up, finding Christian rubbing his eyes groggily and closing the door behind him. His feet dragged along the carpet as he practically stumbled across the room towards the bed. Your heart clenched at the sight.

“Christian, you look exhausted,” you sighed, grabbing the TV remote from the side table to turn it off “We can just watch the movie another night—”

“No, no, no,” he insisted, shaking his head. “You’ve been wanting us to watch this movie all week. I’ll be-“

“Chris,” you cut him off with a stern look. “You’ve had a long week with training and everything. We’ll just watch it some other time.”

He stood next to the bed, his brow furrowed as he started to protest again. “But—”

“No, we can watch it another time,” you repeated, pushing the button to power off the TV and tossing the remote to the side table once more.

Christian was too tired to argue, and before he could, he let out a yawn despite his best attempts to stifle it. You quirked an eyebrow at him, and he merely gave you a sheepish, ashamed look.

You felt your heart flutter at his expression, and you reached your arms out to him. “Come here,” you motioned for him to lay down on you. He gently crawled over to your side of the bed, positioning his body carefully between your legs and slipping his arms to wrap around your waist. He laid his head on your chest, and you instinctively threaded your fingers through his soft curls, scratching your fingers lightly over his scalp. You could feel the pleased smile that immediately took over his face as a slight shiver worked its way down his spine.

The two of you remained that way for a while, with your fingers continuing to thread through his hair and trailing to run your nails gently over his back and bare shoulders as well. The longer you lay there, Christian became more and more still. Before long, you were fully convinced that he had fallen asleep in your arms—that is, until he twisted his head around so he could bury his face in your neck, placing light kisses there and along your shoulder, causing goosebumps to arise on your skin.

“Have I told you lately that you’re an angel?” he whispered groggily, and a smile spread across your face as you shushed him. “No, I really mean it.” The cracks in his voice told you he was fighting to hold onto consciousness before sleep took him.

“Go to sleep, Christian,” you told him softly.

He let out a content sigh, and the room fell silent once again. If there had been any other noise in the room at that moment, you would have missed the way he breathed out an almost silent “I love you” before his breathing grew steady as sleep finally took him.

“I love you, too, baby.”