#antoine griezmann fic

[sportswriters]

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guidelines | a: angst, f: fluff, s: smut, c: comedy, 💗: personal favorite

mason mount

yours for the night by @carlottawllms | a, f | friends to lovers

because i love you by @carlottawllms | a, f, s | friends with benefits

on the verge of goodbye by @carlottawllms | a, f | established relationship

a mountain to climb (masterpost 1, masterpost 2) by @mountttmase | a, f, s | series

i'll fix this by @mountttmase | a, f | dad!mason

damage is done by @mountttmase | a, f | established relationship

cold hands, cold heart by @mountttmase | a, f | established relationship

are we okay? by @mountttmase | a, f | friends to lovers

you deserve better by @tsimvkas | a, f | established relationship

bad idea, right? by @julianalvarez9 | f | social media, summer love

christmas miracle by @julianalvarez9 | f | social media

can't choose ft. christian pulisic by @julianalvarez9 | f | social media

dominik szoboszlai

hand holding during sex with dominik szoboszlai by @formulalfc | s, f | established relationship

calling him to pick you up with dominik szoboszlai by @yungbludz | f | situationship

new mate with dominik szoboszlai by @photmath | a, f | friends to lovers(?)

heungmin son

i'm not sick with heungmin son by @itsabitcloudy | f | established relationship

sleepy sonny with heungmin son by @itsabitcloudy | f | established relationship

jude bellingham

just a fan by @kobbiesmainoo | a | established relationship

joão félix

his best friend ft. kai havertz by @yungbludz | s | threesome

smitten by @julianalvarez9 | f | established relationship

i mean it by @yungbludz | s | casual sex

kai havertz

national day by @julianalvarez9 | f | social media, established relationship

adoption by @gagaslonina | f | established relationship

the way i loved you by @gagaslonina | f | established relationship

amnesia by @gagaslonina | a | established relationship

pablo gavi

valentine's day through the years by @spidybaby | f | established relationship

you're losing me by @leilakisakabiri | a, f | established relationship

surprise by @leilakisakabiri | f | established relationship

opposites attract by @808heartz | f | social media

spanish boy by @leilakisakabiri | f | established relationship

liar, liar by @leilakisakabiri | a, f | established relationship

comfort zone by @pedriscroquettes | a, f | academic rivals

antoine griezmann

i feel it coming by @yungbludz | s, a | established relationship

persuade daddy by @footballxixstars | f | dad!griezmann

rúben dias

3 am by @yungbludz | a | exes to lovers(?)

9 am by @yungbludz | s, a | exes to lovers(?)

appreciation post by @julianalvarez9 | f | social media

with you by @coolemmasulivan | a, f | brother's best friend | part 2

teasing for two by @rubenfinity | f | brother's best friend

platonic lies by @mountsmason | a, f | pining, friends to lovers

guardiola!reader by @oh-saints | s | enemies to lovers

a boy on a mission by @natwrites08 | f | dad!rúben

julián álvarez

yellow by @julianalvarez9 | f | strangers to (?)

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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.

[p8droo]

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[protect-daniel-james]

we all know if there is one thing Cholo can definitely do, it’s to tie a tie

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thank you @antigonyyy​ for this gem

[eu-nicola]

open requests for footballers / f1 racers

[iceagegems]

I'm so desperate for some Antoine GriezmannXPaul Pogba that I might write a request somewhere just one problem; I don't know what I want I just know I want them!!!

I mean if I knew what I wanted, I'd probably be writing it right now (most likely not cause I'm lazy but I'd try)

[fearlessvisionreads]

This is quite sad, but beautifully written nonetheless. Although I’m mad at Antoine for acting the way he did, I can’t help it, his stupid introduction melted all of my human being.

Rehab.

So this is based on my first ever boyfriend. Who I did meet in French class and who did have curls, very much like Antoine’s at the moment. I took it from an old fandom I wrote for but the point still stands. Some of it is lies (I never took drugs nor have I smoked) but the rest is true. Reading this back, and the email I was sent from the “real” Antoine has had me crying all over again.  ______________________________ Baby, baby, when we first met I never felt something so strong You were like my lover and my best friend All wrapped into one, with a ribbon on it  

It was everything I wanted and more. It was year 10. And the only time I’d ever been thankful a teacher had put the class in a boy girl seating plan. French too, of all classes. One I’d previously found to be a complete bore, but suddenly, since meeting him, I took more interest in it. I’d ignored him, but felt his stare. He wasn’t used to being ignored. I knew that. I’d seen the way girls were around him. Of course he loved the attention. I hadn’t chosen to not give him mine on purpose. I’d been shy around guys and at that point, I didn’t know what to say to them anyway. It was the second lesson that I’d sat next to him, and felt his stare burn into me that I’d looked and acknowledged him. I’d given him a small smile, nervously pushed the hair from my behind my ear and hid my face from him. And that’s when it happened. I felt his finger on me. The slow rhythm of his taps on my forearm. I could tell he was grinning as he kept tapping, each tap urging me to look back at him. After about 15 minutes, I’d sighed, finally looking back at him. “Hi” he said with a wide smile and his bright blue eyes capturing my attention. “Hello” I replied turning back to my work. I didn’t understand it but I pretended I did. Besides, I wasn’t likely to end up Paris any time soon asking where the supermarket was so I could buy a red apple. The tapping continued. Only not for as long. He’d chosen a new tactic. Poking. He poked my shoulder. I’d sighed again and turned back to him, wondering why the hell this guy was taking this much interest in bugging me. “I’m Antoine.” “I’m aware of this.” He only smiled even more. The next lesson he did the same. Every time I looked at him, he would grin and say hi. I’d turn away, and he’d do it again. After the fifth lesson, I found myself laughing when he did this. I guess you could say it had been the perfect ice breaker between us. 

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[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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[sports-on-sundays]

football in the rain / Antoine Griezmann / Part 1

Summary: Antoine x female!Spanish!reader - You met a celebrity before he became a celebrity. Link to part 2

Warnings: running away from home, angst I suppose, missing home, sad ending, melancholy vibes, bit of Spanish (sorry if it's not correct), slight parasocial relationship?

Author's Note: I'M BEGGING YOU. PLEASE READ THIS! I wrote this because I'm a huge fan of his, okay, but listen, I know a lot of you couldn't care less about this but it was an idea I had that I needed to write down. It's not even romantic at all, so you don't have to worry about that! I'm just super proud of this and it would make me so happy to know someone read and enjoyed it. Please, if you don't enjoy it as a fic, then enjoy it simply as a story! Anyway of course I know after this mega long author's note I'm going to get 0 notes anyway.

Requested: Be real.

The year was 2006. The rain beat on your head, soaking through your clothes, as you walked, carrying nothing but a backpack on your back, in the middle of the night.

You stared down at your shoes as you walked, watching as water squished out of them with every step. You let out a deep sigh.

But suddenly, a football gently ran into your foot.

You looked up just in time to see a soaking wet teenage boy, running towards you, saying quickly, "¡Lo siento!"

His wet hair was plastered to his forehead, and his clothes were also soaking, hanging from his body. He had no shoes on, which you found strange.

You picked up his ball and held it, saying, "Who are you?" A part of you assumed he was just some homeless guy who had come across a ball and decided to start playing with himself.

"Mi nombre es Antoine," he said, and it became clear Spanish wasn't his first language. He eyed the ball, waiting for you to hand it back to him.

"Are you French?" you asked.

He nodded, looking at you with his big eyes. "Can I have my ball back?"

You frowned, and, being merely a teenager, asked bluntly, "Are you homeless or something?"

The boy blinked in surprise. "No! I play for Real Sociedad." He gestured, and you were surprised to see you were right by the academy, and you hadn't even noticed.

"Really?" you had asked, sweeping a wet strand of hair out of your face.

He nodded.

"How come you're out practicing in the middle of a rainy night, then?"

You watched as his jaw tightened a bit, but he responded back simply, "I want to improve. I practice whenever I can."

You laughed a bit at that as you asked incredulously, "Don't you get any sleep?"

He shrugged. "Of course I do."

You nodded, and stood there. You glanced at his ball, before rolling it back to him. He stopped it with his foot, which compelled you to ask, "Why aren't you wearing any shoes?"

He shrugged. "They got too wet on the grass. It's easier without."

"Won't you slip?"

He shrugged for about the one hundredth time.

"Well, it makes you look homeless."

"I don't care."

You nodded, shifting your backpack strap on your shoulder, as he said, "But what are you doing, walking in the middle of the night, like you are?"

You shrugged. "I'm running away from home."

The boy blinked in shock as he began kicking the ball back near the field. You followed, somewhat intrigued by this guy, Antoine, with his bright eyes, as he asked, "Why would you do that?"

"I don't know. I'm sick of my home," you said, shrugging off your backpack.

"Want to play?" Antoine offered.

You nodded, slipping off your coat, too. You started playing, just going easy on each other, before Antoine said, eyeing the jersey you were wearing, "Atlético? Are you from Madrid?"

You stood a little straighter, proud of your club. "No, but my uncle is. He's who I'm running away to. I'm sick of my parents."

"You said that," Antoine said as he intercepted your dribble.

"You're really good," you complimented.

"I'm going to go professional, soon enough," the boy smiled proudly.

You nodded. The two of you kept playing, until the score was 3-2, Antoine winning, and you flopped down on the grass next to your backpack, both covered in not only water, now, but also sweat.

"Fernando Torres?" Antoine asked, glancing at the back of your jersey. "Is he your favorite player?"

You grinned, nodding. "He's the best."

He nodded back, and you sat silently in the grey night together for some minutes, before Antoine asked softer, "Why do you want to run away from home?"

You frowned. "I don't know. I want something new. My parents expect me to do so much, and then they never even care about me. They're so controlling. I mean, I'm fifteen! They treat me like a little kid."

"Oh..." Antoine nodded again, trailing off. "Do you think they love you?"

You blinked in surprise at that question. "Of course they do!"

He nodded, and said simply, kind of suddenly, "I'm from France."

"You said."

"My parents are still back there, and my siblings. In France. I hardly ever have gotten to see them... Since... I moved here, for football."

"Well, why didn't you join a club closer to your home, then?" you asked. It seemed fairly obvious to you.

"No clubs would take me."

"What? Why?! You're good!"

But Antoine shrugged, a sad tinge to his voice, so much so, that for just a moment, you thought he might cry. "Apparently, not good enough... What's your name, anyway?"

You told him your name, and he nodded. "Mucho gusto."

You sat there for a while, together, silently. The rain subsided a bit, and finally, you stood up, grabbing your backpack. Antoine stood up with you as you said, "Well, I better get going."

Antoine nodded and said, "Bye. It was really nice, to..." he trailed off, because neither of you really knew what had just happened.

"Yeah," you smiled, understanding. "You too. Antoine."

He grinned back a bit as you turned on your heel to get walking.

But suddenly, he grabbed your wrist. You turned to face him again, your eyebrows scrunching together. "Wait," he said.

You stared.

He let out a shaky breath, before saying, "If your parents love you... I don't think you should run away... I know it's hard, but I don't think you'll regret it in the end."

You saw the glimpse of all the sadness in his eyes. The loneliness.

He knew how it would feel.

His heart was aching for his family.

You assumed it was just a stray raindrop that slowly rolled down his cheek.

You swallowed, and slipped your hand down to squeeze his. "Thanks, Antoine. I'll think about it."

"I don't think I'll ever forget you," he said suddenly, softer.

You blinked in surprise. "W- Why?"

He grinned suddenly. Those sparkling sad blue eyes shining. "I've had a nice time with you, practicing."

You nodded, smiling a little back. "Yeah I had fun, too. Well... bye, Antoine."

He let your hand slip out of his as he called, "Thank you!"

At that time, you didn't have any idea what he was thanking you for as you walked away.

Sometimes, today, you think about it. Now you figure he was just lonely. A boy in the world striving for success, but couldn't see the bright path ahead of him, at the time. Someone who kept going simply because he was a dreamer. He never let go of hope.

That night, you didn't walk to the station and get on a train to Madrid. You went home, took a warm shower, and went to bed.

And after that, things got better for you, slowly but surely.

And you thanked Antoine for that, partially.

And you hoped things would get better for him, too.

Well, you saw that with your own eyes. You saw him get older, and get a place on the first team.

And though perhaps you didn't realize it at the time like Antoine did, the same went for you.

That night, a strange connection you would never forget was formed.

There was no way you could ever forget that lonely night with Antoine, playing football in the rain.

You stand in line, holding two jerseys in your hand. All around you, you, people gushed and huffed and jabbered and pushed in mostly excitement.

Ahead of all the people, somewhere, was Antoine Griezmann, sitting at a table, signing fans' items.

Antoine, who years ago, you played football with in the rain.

You're sure the fame, the money- it changed him. You assume that's something that happens with everyone. But there were so many moments when your heart pounded, and all you could think was, Once upon a time, I stood in the rain and talked to that boy. In that moment, on that one night, we were connected.

Now, eighteen years later, you're determined to let your paths cross again.

He's a famous footballer, with everything anyone could ever ask for. Practically all the money in the world, and a beautiful wife and children.

You're just you, a woman in her thirties who has had a generally alright life, but remain middle class and alone in the world.

But there's a connection you don't want to let go of.

There were moments.

When your uncle phoned you to tell of the news of the young Real Sociedad hotshot who was signing for Atlético Madrid.

When you watched him walk off the pitch crying, after a loss to Germany in the 2014 World Cup.

When you stood up from your sofa and screamed for joy when he scored his first goal for your club, Atlético de Madrid.

When he won the World Cup for France in 2018, and you watched him smiling in the rain with the glimmering golden trophy in his hand.

When you watched him go off to Barcelona, and still stayed his supporter through that mess.

And then you saw him come back to his club. Your club.

And become it's top goalscorer.

And now you're determined to see him face-to-face again.

It seems to happen so slow, and so quick, and the same time. You're not sure if it's tedious or sudden, but either way, at some point, you step up to the table with a lump in your throat.

He looks up and meet your eyes.

He won't recognize me, will he?

"Could you sign two things for me? Antoine?"

He nods, "Of course," and you lay down your jersey of his, with the number seven on the back of it. His Spanish is a lot better now, but you know that. You watch as he scribbles his signature on the shirt and hands it back to you with a smile.

You swallow down the lump in your throat as you lay down the second jersey.

"Fernando Tor-" his voice falters, "Torres," he finishes.

He glances back up at you.

A hint of uncertainty.

Does he really recognize this old jersey?

Is it really ringing a bell, or am I just imagining things?

You breathe deeply.

Come on, Y/n. Say something. This is your chance. This is your one moment, your mind screams as he signs the second, ragged, quite older jersey.

He hands it back to you, but his eyes linger on you longer.

You blurt, "Mi nombre es Y/n."

His bright blue eyes become slightly wider as he opens his mouth to speak.

But suddenly a fan pushes your back in annoyance, and a security guard says, "Miss, we've got a lot of people to get through, and Griezmann doesn't have a lot of time."

And just like that, you're swept away by the crowd. The moment is lost, and you stare at your shoes, clutching your jerseys. You stare at all the other shoes around you, your brain drowning out all the noise.

Your heart pounds.

He remembered me. He did.

Your head aches. All you needed was another moment. All you needed was-

What did you need? Did you really expect anything? Could you even have expected anything?

You feel dizzy, as your stomach drops, and the whole world seems to spin.

You should just be happy you got your jerseys signed, by a star like him.

But to you, he feels like more than just a distant star.

You walk out, swallowing the newest lump forming in your throat, not even taking a moment to look back and see the blue eyes still glancing up and burning into your back.

[sportswriters]

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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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yourbff NO WAY‼️🫢 so the fake thing it's not fake anymore?!? 🫣

rodridepaul se veía venir 👀👀👀 (it was seen coming)

itsynuser shhhhh, you didn't see that coming 🔪

marcosllorente era inevitable 🤷🏻‍♂️ (it was inevitable)

itsynuser i hate you both 😠

mad4yu aww, I'm gonna cry 😭

itsynuser noooo yu 😭😭 don't cry

user1 it can not be true 🫢🫢🫢

koke6 cuando es la boda? 👉🏻👈🏻 (when is the wedding?)

antogriezmann eh? 🧍🏼🤨

itsynuser wtf are you talking about 🤨🤨 koke6

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

itsynuser okay okay now i'm crying 🥺😭 i love you too mon prince❤️🤍 (my prince)

antogriezmann noooo, don't cry amour 🥺🥺❤️

user2 omg they're the cutest!!! 🥺🥺

[footballerimaginess]

Car rides

30 Day Challenge My daily challenge with prompts, these fics will not be tagged only if they were requested by an account and they’ll be under 500 words. 10. Car rides  Antoine Griezmann  Word Count: 246 Late night car rides were your favourite, you spent all day stuck in an incredibly stuffy office and all you needed to do was chill out for a little.  “Wanna jump in the car?” he asked randomly as he shook his car keys at you.  “Yeah cool” you smiled as you slipped your trainers on and you jumped in the car.  “You okay? tough day” you sighed as you put your head against the window as you nodded.  “Yes, that office was so hot. I could only describe it as how I felt being in an oven, people just know how to press on my buttons and get right on my nerves” you let out yet another sigh.  “I am sorry, hopefully this drive will help clear your head” he smiled, leaning over as he placed his hand on your thigh.  “Yeah this will, thank you so much” you smiled as you put your hand on his.  “No problem amor, I know you need to down time. I know work can be a bit much at times. So as long as I can help you cool off a bit, that is all that matters” he smiled as he pinched your leg again.  “Thank you, I appreciate more than you realise” you held his hand as Antoine carried on driving as far as it took him.  Just the both of you enjoying the sound of the music in the car as the rain hit against the windows. 

[protect-daniel-james]

okay but seriously? Diego coloring Antoine’s hair pink? the two of them messing about during the process (of course)??? Diego trying to protect his black suit and Antoine intentionally ruining it with the color (bc Diego has literally a hundred pieces of the same type of suit)??? Diego telling Antoine how beautiful he is throughout the process??? lovingly putting on the colour - because although he himself is pretty conservative when it comes to hair, he respects and supports Antoine’s choices??? Diego telling Antoine that he will color his own hair pink if they retire together in 2026???

[fearlessvisionreads]

This is so cute. He has to be the sweetest man alive at this point. By all means, I really enjoyed reading this piece. 🌟

The Medic #7 - Antoine Griezmann

About the series: The Medic will be an anthology-like series about the reader working for the medical team of the club. Each chapter will feature a different setting/scenario and a different player.

Who: Antoine Griezmann Prompt: "I'm so cold." Requested by: anonymous Warnings: mentions of (implied) hypothermia.

The rainy weather combined with the near-freezing temperatures made for harsh conditions during Atletico's match today. Antoine came off the pitch shivering and feeling like a proper icicle. Everything was drenched in icy water: from his shirt, right down to his socks.

He quickly undid himself of his freezing and soaking wet match kit, and jumped into the first available shower stall. The warm water hurt his skin, but Antoine didn't step out from under it. His desire to feel warm again was far greater than the pain it caused. He was shivering uncontrollably, even though steam filled up the small shower area.

Antoine stood under the shower for the best part of 25 minutes. His skin hurt less, but he was still shivering. He finally turned off the water, wrapping a towel around his waist and another around his shoulders. Returning to the dressing room, he sank down on the nearest bench. He was feeling drowsy and slow, and his shivering was not getting less. He leaned forward, resting his head in his hands and wishing to the cold to disappear.

"Antoine?"

Antoine startled to find you kneeling in front of him. He hadn't heard you approach at all. "The team is worried about you." You said kindly, while your eyes roamed over Antoine's body for signs of any injuries. The endless shivers did not go unnoticed by you. "I'm so cold," Antoine mumbled wearily. You nodded understandingly. "Say no more."

You disappeared into a side room and immediately returned with an armful of blankets and a thermos with warm tea. "Wrap yourself up in this." You handed him some of the blankets. "And drink some tea. I promise it will make you feel better." Antoine gratefully accepted everything that you handed him. Anything that would make him feel better was more than welcome, and he had every faith in you to know what to do in this situation.

"Bit too much of the cold, huh?" You sat down next to him on the bench, watching as he slowly sipped some warm tea. Antoine nodded slowly. "I don't do too well in these conditions, no." He took another sip of the tea and felt the warm liquid slide down and warm him from inside. Finally, the first feeble feelings of warmth returned to his bones. "Is it working?" You smiled softly at him. Antoine wrapped his hands tighter around the cup, soaking up the warmth. "Yeah."

You sat with Antoine for at least another 20 minutes. Slowly, Antoine felt the cold leave his body completely and finally he started to feel normal and warm again. You watched him attentively as the both of you discussed the match of just now. It was a good distraction for him, and a perfect way for you to assess his well-being.

"Looks like you're back to normal," you concluded. By now, Antoine had drunk three mugs of tea and didn't cling so desperately to the blankets wrapped around him anymore. "I'm finally feeling warm again," he answered. "I can see that." You rested a hand on his shoulder to confirm he was no longer shivering, which he indeed wasn't. "Do dress warmly, please. This kind of chill has a nasty habit of returning. And if you need anything else, or if you start to feel cold again, just come see me, okay?" Antoine smiled gratefully. "Thank you, I will."

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SUB! GRIEZMANN PLSSS

# — A.GRIEZZMANN : LONG SOFT HAIR

info — you love playing with your boyfriends hair . always teasing him about his hair . he asks you a question, and you reply.

pairing — soft dom!reader x sub! long hair !grizou

tws — smut at the end mdni

a/n — sorry if its short :(( first fic with the new theme!!! ty anon!! ily all <33

ruffling through his soft hair.. the french footballer layed in next to you in bed. he was just scrolling on insta .. nothing much . ”grizou i love your hair~” you giggled. you noticed him blush at the compliment. “please , never cut it.” you joked . “god i love your hair . I wish i could play with it everyday..” he loved the sound of you praising him . compliments were his biggest turn on , especially from his partner .“say [name] , why do you love my hair so much?” antoine asked . “so i could pull it when were doing this.” you grabbed him and kiss him. you dont let go of the kiss. but kiss him all over his chest. he was already shirtless so.. you kept kissing him until his v line . “mer-merde!”(shit) he whimpered. you were teasing his bulge . stuffing your hands in his boxers .. watching him groan those sexy fucking sounds turned you on so much . “hmm~ good boy..keep whimpering.~” you smilled. you stopped kissing him and pinned him to the bed “you know what else makes me pull your hair? hm?” you asked kissing his lips “i-i dont..know..” antoine was practically hard as a rock. you took off your underwear and smirked . “cmon baby..you cant just leave me laying like this~? hm?” you said. he couldn’t help but just indulge in the taste of pleasure that he missed . pulling his hair as small praise were whispered . “fuck .. you do me so well antoine.”

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[longeyelashedtragedy]

💞, 🎉 & for the "Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them": - Antoine Griezmann hehe, I know you haven't written anything about him in ages but!

💞 Comfort character i think is ivan (rakitić)...i haven't written in his POV for a while, but for whatever reason i just made him sound the most like me? i find him relatable in ways and it feels good to write his particular brand of guilt and longing!

🎉 this is a great one. what leads me to think a fic is a success...a few things, i guess? if i read it over and think YUP, i told exactly the story i wanted to tell. i think that one is the least common for me! the second thing is if people read it and understand what i was trying to go for. the third, and my favorite, is if people read it and tell me their interpretations/what they learned, and it was something i hadn't even thought about when writing! that makes me feel like the characters really came alive.

Grizi: oooooh. a headcanon is that he used to be very apolitical and didn't vote in the french elections etc (i think this is canon?), but his uhhhhh, Relationship with a certain politician has inspired him to be more political and even to vote!!!

i also think his time at barça "matured" him in a way he wasn't ready for, and i wonder how Daddy S. reacts to this when he returns!