#antoine griezmann fic

[les-lestappen]

can i request prompt 32 with griezmann?

ANTOINE GRIEZMANN X READER:

author's note: I'm actually kinda proud of this, hope you like it :))) warning: just a tiny bit of angst.

You couldn't hide your frustration. It was starting to get ridiculous and you both knew it, Antoine was sitting in front of you with furrowed brows, mindlessly scrolling through instagram. You were pretending to do the same, looking at him through your eyelashes.

It was weird, being right in front of each other and not talking, usually you two would be laughing over nothing, always matching each other's energy so well, teasing each other and basically speaking your own languages with how many inside jokes you had. Now he wouldn't even look in your direction, he pretended you didn't exist and kept changing position on the white couch. The tension was palpable. You were frustrated and confused: Antoine was literally the sweetest person you knew, always a kind word and a smile for everybody, he was your best friend and you couldn't imagine why he wouldn't talk to you even if he was mad. You didn't even know what you could have done wrong!

Dinner with the Équipe was supposed to be fun and you were so happy when Antoine asked if you would join him but now you regretted it, feeling stupid in such an elegant blue dress, being sat in front of a man who wouldn't even acknowledge your presence.

He got up abruptly to go to the bathroom and Olivier scooted closer, whispering "What's going on with you two?" in your right ear.

"I don't know Oli, he's been acting strange for the past hour. Do you think I offended him somehow?" you sighed "Maybe he doesn't like how I dressed." you thought out loud. To be fair your blue satin dress showed a lot of cleavage and hugged your figure thighly and you debated a lot whether you should wear it or not. Maybe he thought you overdressed, or he didn't like how much skin was showing.

"Nonsense" Olivier said "I think you look hot and Antoine thinks so too." he winked at you.

"Normally I would be jealous but you do look stunning." chipped in his wife.

"I second that." Presnel added, grinning.

"Stop it guys, you're gonna make me blush." You mumble, already red. Olivier always knew how to distract you when you felt a little insecure, he was very protective but Presnel was just shamelessly flirting. Actually he had been making you laugh all night.

"Oh and Y/n, Antoine isn't the kind of guy who would judge you based on how you dressed. You knew it was true and he had complimented you at the beginning of the night, still you were angry with him.

"He's also not the kind of guy to ignore his best friend instead of dealing with whatever the problem is, but here we are."

Oliver didn't have time to reply cause Antoine came back, he switched his attention to him, inviting to go on the terrace for a bit.

You followed them with your eyes, trying to read Antoine's expression but then you gave up, going back to your conversation with Presnel and Kylian.

Oli came back after a while. "He wouldn't tell me what was wrong but I think I figured it out, you should really talk to him." he said, winking at you again. "Why does it have to be me?" You thought, but still you joined him on the terrace.

He looked, if possible, even more upset than before but also a little embarrassed. You two looked at each other in silence for a little too long before you spoke "Anto what's going on? Did I do something wrong?"

"What?" he said a little surprised "No you didn't…"

"Then why aren't you talking to me? It's annoying and I don't fucking like it, we've always been able to tell each other everything."

Antoine sighed, looking away from you

"You're right Y/n, I was just upset and I didn't think I could control what came out of my mouth so I just decided not to say anything."

"But why are you upset?" he still wasn't looking at you.

"Because I saw you talking to Presnel and you two were laughing and I know it's stupid and it's not the first time one of my teammates hits on you cause you're gorgeous and smart and funny and it makes sense but still…you were laughing and you even had little inside jokes; like the ones you have with me. And I remember you saying he was cute some time ago and I don't know…It just upset me because I was jealous! But I know I have no right to be jealous cause we're just friends and everything but I am and it's fucking embarrassing. I know It's my problem and I shouldn't have ignored you, I'm really sorry Y/n" Thanks to the light coming from inside you could see he was blushing.

"Antoine, look at me" You said softly and when he did you noticed his beautiful blue eyes were shining with unshed tears.

You didn't give him time to say anything else because you kissed him, just for a second.

He looked at you, his eyes wide and deepened the kiss, one hand caressing your naked back and the other gripping firmly your hip.

"God knows how much I waited for this." He whispered.

[sportswriters]

sportswriters' football recommendations list

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LAST UPDATE: 10/04/2024

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 (?)

nhl recs list | list of players we write with | masterlist (soon!)

[luvneymar]

Omgg your footballers princess treatment was the best I’ve ever read 😭😩 you’re amazing ❤️ Can you do a part 2 with Mbappe, Griezmann, Trent and Mason. Maybe Richarlison? Up to you.

# PRINCESS TREATMENT 2 — footballers

— SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your footballer boyfriend! (part 1)

CONTENT: fluff, footballers being simps, sensual themes, light jealousy

PARINGS: kylian mbappé x reader, mason mount x reader, antoine greizmann x reader,

NOTE: none of the examples is a default body type & always feel free to change anything! enjoy! 💕

KYLIAN MBAPPÉ — expensive jewelry!

“Love what do you think of this one?” Kylian picked up a necklace that was resting in a large black velvet box & placed it around your neck. His large warm hands wrap the cold diamond necklace around your neck holding onto the clip in the back.

You admired the way it looked on you which didn’t go untouched by Kylian who hoped you’d say yes since this was probably going to be the 5th necklace you turned down.

“It’s nice, but expensive. Try finding a cheaper one.” To be complete honest you loved the way the necklace looked, it complimented your eyes & your dress. It catch anyone’s eye whenever you walked past them or walked into a room.

“Love is there something wrong? This is the 5th necklace you turned down.” Kylian removed the necklace from around your neck and turned you around forcing you to look in his eyes.

His large hands cupped your face pulling it up to look into your big (colour) eyes, he could see the worry & doubt behind them which worried him greatly. “No, nothing is wrong. It’s just— you know what? Never-mind.”

“Just what? Talk to me.” He begged as his eyes switched their focus from one pupil to the other.

Your eyes avoided him as much as possible even though his hands were quite firm, You pulled his hands away by his index finger and walked away towards another jewelry case you weren’t even interested in. “Nothing Ky, just drop it.”

“Not until you tell me what’s going on. Have I upset you?” He walked towards you turning your body around by your shoulders forcing you to face him once again, this time he was much more firm causing your resistance act to drop a little.

“No! It’s not you, just drop it—!” Kylian pulled you in gripped the bottom of your ass for a deep kiss right in the middle of the store, it was late at night so there wasn’t that many people in the store let alone the shopping centre.

He pulled you in so closely you had nowhere to put your hands other than his chest as you traced the embroidery on his suit. He pulled away keeping his hands on your derrière pulling his other hand out of his pocket to hold the side of your.

The way he was looking at you with so much love & concern made you melt finally confessing what was wrong. “All of these necklaces are extremely expensive.”

He raised his eyebrow hoping you’d elaborate seeing as how you we’re definitely living life when he met you. “I known I’ve lived a lavish life before but this, this is a lot.”

Finally realizing what was happening with you he pulled you towards a more secluded spot in the shop where the couches were & sat you down, he took your hands into his before continuing. “Baby look at me.”

“The money I make means nothing to me if I can’t spend it on you.” He explained wrapping his hand around your shoulder pulling your body into his, you leaned into his body listening to his heartbeat.

“I know you think that way but the media thinks much differently.” You sighed stroking your finger up and down his chest, hearing what you said he stroked your hair all the way down to your back.

“I don’t care what they think. The tabloids don’t make millions from their knowingly fake stories. I do, my millions are for you; only for you baby.” He turned to you and saw you trying to hide your smile in his coat, then he knew he’s succeeded in destroying all the doubts that flew around in your mind.

“You really have a way with your words, don’t you Ky.” He chuckled at you before standing up holding his hand out to you. You smiled at him taking his hand & linking his arm with yours.

“Of course beautiful, now please pick out a necklace or five, just say the word and it’s yours baby.”

TRENT ALEXANDER ARNOLD — shopping spree!

“Beautiful are you finished yet?” Trent called out from the other side of the change room walking around in circles hoping it’ll make time go faster, Even though you guys were lingerie shopping you couldn’t find the ones that you liked.

He insisted you looked incredible in all of them & especially naked but you refused to hear it, so now here he was outside a change room holding 6 different colours and types of sexy underwear

“Yeah just a second!” You shouted as you finally made your way out of the chnage room showing off the white lingerie you were wearing, as you walked out Trent’s eyes had almost fallen out his his sockets.

“God damn baby, you look incredible.” Trent breathed out holding out his hand which you took gracefully. Trent always thought you looked absolutely stunning at all times. Even in the mornings when you had eye boogers & morning breath.

From the way you smiled when he told you the most unfunny joke ever, to the way you walked into a room as confident as ever. “Thank youuu.” You sung out twirling around his hand that was above your head.

He pulled you in hiding his head into the crook into your neck taking in your vanilla scent as his large hands rubbed up and down your back sliding in and out your underbra. “Hey watch yourself sir. Last time we did that we got banned the store and the mall.”

“How could I when you look and smell so heavenly? You’re like the embodiment of a vanilla flower.” Trent tiled his head as he leaned in for a kiss that your graciously accepted.

“You’re such a sweetheart.” You pulled away to whisper that on his lips.

As you both made out you moaned into the kiss feeling Trent’s hands ease down from your back, to your lower back all the way to your ass slowly pulling down your underwear. Feeling his hand pulling at your underwear you pulled away thin line of saliva being left.

“Only for you my love.” He whispered back slapping you on the ass, you squealed jumping slightly at the impact. He pulled you in once again for a quick his keep his hand on your ass trying to convince you to give him some.

“No can do Trent baby, I like this mall.” You winked at as you walked backward back into the change-room. “Your driving insane love.” Trent whispered from our side the door, you giggled to yourself at his neediness.

Ever since you and Trent had met a Underwear shoot that had went a little too suggestively, he almost choked on his own saliva the moment you walked in and smiled at him, he smiled at the memory not realizing that you had opened the door showing him another set.

“Do you like this one? It feels a bit too much.” You walked out dressed in skin tight pink lingerie, the moment you walked out Trent pushed you back inside the change room.

“Trent! Remember none of that in here!” You warned him as you wrapped your arms around his neck giggling at his ridiculousness.

“Fuck that, I need you right here and now. You can’t look that good and expect me not to fuck you right here.” He kissed along your neck tracing along your waist appreciating every inch of your smooth skin.

“You’re absolutely insane & corny.” You insulted him playfully slapping him on his shoulder as you both laughed at what he said.

“Want me to show you how corny I can be?” He asked as he slid himself down your body pulling down your underwear in the process.

“Oh really? Show me how— oh my.” You moaned out gripping onto his hair as you felt him pleasure you in the middle of a changing-room, you sat down on the change room bench feeling Trent pull your thighs over his shoulders.

“I’ll show you how corny I can be, you show me how loud you can be.”

ANTOINE GREIZMANN — rose bath!

“Princess are you enjoying yourself?” Antoine asked as he poured you & himself another glass of champagne, since France had won the world cup just a few hours ago he decided to surprise you with a rose filled bathtub .

You sat on-top his his lap as his handed you another glass of champagne kissing the back of your neck as he wrapped his arms around your naked waist. “Definitely. I should’ve done this for you though. After all I didn’t win the world cup.”

Antoine sighed before kissing down the back of your neck before sighed into your ear. “Princess, I wouldn’t have been able to this without you and you know it. You’re my good luck charm.” You laughed throwing a little of the water in his face. “You’re too much, Toine.”

As you laughed he sighed over your shoulder hands moving from your waist to your breast covering them, you moved your hands from the edge of the bathtub onto his. “I’m serious love, everything about you is the reason why I’m the man I am today.”

“Really?” You asked turning your head around twisting your body to face your boyfriend who was staring at you with nothing but love in his eyes.

“Really, which is why I’d like to give you this as a token of my appreciation.” He smiles at you on as he slides an expensive looking & feeling diamond necklace around your neck securing the back. It was a bit heavy proving its authenticity but nothing you couldn’t handle.

He handed you a hand mirror so you could see what he just put around your neck. As you took the mirror you squealed at what you were seeing.

“It’s beautiful Toine, it’s absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much.” You turned your body around cupping his face as you pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

“Don’t thank me love, you deserve it and so much more.” He pulled away for a second before he placed his hands on your hips moving his hands up and down as you both made out “Mmh, really? You something else for me?”

As you looked at each other with sensual faces he chuckled before responded with “Well your sitting right on it baby.”

It took you a second to process what he said before realizing what he meant“Antoine! Don’t be dirty!” You slapped his shoulder laughing at his smug face.

“It’s the truth! But it’s true I also have something else for you.” He lifted you from his lap so he could exit the bathtub

You gawked at his butt as he shuffled his way towards the dresser looking between the drawers trying to find some mystery token of appreciation. “You know I hate surprises right?”

“I know, which is why I got you something I know you’ll love.”

“Promise?” You questioned mine going crazy as to what the surprise could be.

“I Promise you’ll love this one.” He turned around winking at you before turning back to find the mysterious item, you propped your self onto the edge of the bathtub face leaning on the back of your hand as you stared at your boyfriend.

“Found it!” He held up a velvet box as he walked towards you entering the bathtub again placing you onto his lap facing him. As he opened it in-front of you revealing a box of keys to a Porsche. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Yes it is baby. Your own keys to a brand new Porsche, in (colour) just the way you’d like it—” Just before he finished his sentence you pulled him in for the 40th kiss tonight pulling in for a hug in the process.

“God, baby! What did I do in my past life to deserve you?” You pulled the keys out of the box holding them up to make sure you weren’t dreaming. “Just being you princess.”

You smiled at him before pulling him in for another hug kissing his check before burying your head in his neck. You pulled away putting the keys back in the box so they wouldn’t fall in the water “Thank you so much baby.”

You both sat in silence just appreciate the atmosphere and being in each others arms, you pulled away with a cheeky smile on your face before continuing, “Now we can have car-sex in a luxury car. Not that we weren’t already doing that. In my luxury car.”

“Oh really?” He raised his eyebrows pulling his hands back to rest them behind him on the edge of the bathtub, you nodded leaning in for another quick kiss.

“Mmh! Look forward to it.” You got up out of the bathtub tired of the water as it had already gone cold just before you could walk towards the counter you felt a hard slap on your ass making you laugh.

“Don’t make any promises you can’t keep baby, I’ll buy you 100 cars if it means I get to fuck you in them.”

MASON MOUNT — roses!

“You’re so lucky, you got one of the good ones. I need to beg for anything from a guy.” Your friend Vivi complained to your sobbing pouring her feelings out after having 1 too many glasses of champagne as you laughed at her.

“Vivi you’re beautiful you just need to reject any type of negativity or relationship that’s less than what you want.” You explained taking another sip of your champagne finishing it up before the waiter took the dirty glasses away.

“Easy for you to say you’re dating the Mason Mount, you bagged Mason Mount of all people.” Vivi grabbed the bottle of champagne and downed the rest of the bottle

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You raised your eyebrow at her shady comment, “Wrong way sorry, I’m too drunk to remember what I’m saying.” Wiping her mouth from any excess champagne dripping down her lips.

“Mmh, anyway who’s getting the cheque?” You asked as you signalled the waiter to bring the bill to your table, Vivi looked at you with “are you serious” eyes as she packed up her things.

“You. Mrs. Mount, Mason Mount’s girl, wifey, fiancée thingy. You’re getting the bill.” You giggled at the all different titles she was throwing at you while grumbling about how you could even ask her about covering the bill when your forced her to come to such an expensive restaurant.

“Fine.” You replied shortly while waiting for a check, as you were waiting another waiter came and placed a giant bouquet of red & white roses on your table with a note sticking out from the side.

This was a common place for couples to meet for first dates or engagement so you just assumed that the waiter had gotten the wrong person “Oh I think you have the wrong person.”

“Are you Mrs. Mount?” Waiter asked pulling the flowers from the table thinking he had gotten the wrong person.

“No—” Just as you were going to clear up the confusion with your identity Vivi had butted in turning to face the waiter as she popped a fortune cookie into her mouth. “Yes she is what do you need?”

“This is for you.” He placed the large bouquet of flowers back onto the table right in-front you along with the bill and left leaving you with a head sized bouquet & a very drunk Vivi.

You pulled out the card that was sticking out the side and read it out loud heart melting as you read each word, “100 roses for the 100 different reasons why I love you, Love Mason. Aww Vivi he sent me flowers.”

“Aww, I hope you guys are related.” She smiled at you throwing the sarcastic comment in your face, you paid no mind to it knowing that she was just drunk and it was her sense of humour.

“I love you too Vivi, come on we gotta get you home.” As you both made your way out of the restaurant and into the parking lot you felt your phone buzz as you got an incoming facetime call from Mason.

You picked up just to see a happy Mason grinning ear to ear as he saw the bouquet of flowers resting in your hands.“Hey baby, did you get my gift?”

“Yes infact I did. I love it so much, Thank you.” You kissed the screen waving around your phone showing you excitement unpin receiving a gift from your lovely boyfriend.

“Don’t thank me love, It’s all you.” Mason threw cheesy line your way that almost, almost made Vivi throw up in your car “Shut up Mason, stop flaunting your perfect relationship.”

“Nice seeing you too Vivi.” Mason waved to your friend who sat in the backseat of your Mercedes Benz curled over about to throw up, as you started the car you looked in the rear view mirrors to check on your friend just to see her fast asleep.

“She’s fast asleep, babe.” You alerted Mason giving him the green light to say whatever he’d like that wasn’t so appropriate with your friend still lucid and aware of your phone call.

“Did you flip the card around?” Mason inquired as you angled your phone to face you while you drove. “Mmh, I did. Can you actually make me climax in 100 different ways?” You laughed thinking about you had read again.

“What can I say? I’m a man of many different talents.” You chuckled at his reply squeezing your thighs together thinking about the 100 different possible ways he could do you.

“Already getting excited? we might as well skip to number 10 once you get home.” Mason teased you once he caught onto what you were doing. “Well what’s in store for number 10?”

“You’re gonna feel so much pleasure you might faint darling.”

[mountsmason]

Conflicting Emotions; Part 1

summary: it was the world cup quarter-finals, with your national team England playing against France. so it was less than ideal to have a French boyfriend, as it would leave one of you completely dejected.

pairing: any French player x reader, slightly mason mount x reader

a/n: needed some angst in my life so I wrote this :))

The final whistle blew, signalling the match was over. A sudden heaviness overcame your body as you inhaled a shallow breath.

England lost the quarter-finals against France.

The atmosphere divided into two, with half the stadium erupting in sheer euphoria while the other half fell silent. Utter devastation spread amongst England supporters, as this was the outcome we were all dreading. You heard your heart shatter at the sight of your national team collapsing on the ground in anguish, trying to console themselves after having lost their chance at winning the World Cup.

You truly believed the England team gave it everything, so you were inexplicably proud of what they had achieved. All you wanted to do in that moment was hug each of them and reassure them that they played incredibly well with so much determination and passion. You glanced around the stadium, your eyes landing on your ex-boyfriend Mason, who had his face buried in his hands as the French team celebrated behind him.

Seeing Mason vulnerable like that reluctantly revived the memories of the Euros final— the same pain and heartbreak. You remember how Mason was inconsolable for days after the loss, taking a while to come to terms with how close they were to winning the final, but you were there to constantly reassure him. Despite it being a difficult time, Mason made sure you knew how much he appreciated you being there for him. A few months later, you two mutually agreed to break up and still remain good friends.

In an attempt to drown out the noise and memories, you squeezed your eyes shut while a stream of uncontrollable tears rolled down your face. Everyone’s hopes and dreams for England winning this year’s World Cup ended the second the whistle was blown. The noise didn't seem to quiet down, so you lifted your heavy eyelids, to see the French players sprinting chaotically around the pitch in a frenzy of celebration while the England players were consoling each other.

Your gaze drifted between different players, and that’s when you saw him. Your boyfriend had that perfect, irresistible grin tugging at his lips as he embraced his team; a sense of guilt washed over you. He is through to the semi-finals, so as his girlfriend, you should be ecstatic for him, yet here you are completely heartbroken at the result. Dare you say, you feel a slight resentment toward his national team. It's not fair on him, and you're well aware of it. He’s worked equally as hard as the England team to get to this stage, so you should be proud of him.

At that sudden realisation, you wiped away your tears with your sleeves before he noticed you. But it was already too late; he had seen your tear-stained cheeks, and his smile immediately faded from his face as his expression softened with worry. Under your breath, you muttered “shit,” knowing that you had ruined this moment for him.

Giving him a small smile, you pointed in the direction of the French team, telling him to enjoy himself and celebrate. He didn’t move. His gaze remained fixed on you as his brows furrowed, trying to study your expression. You gave him a more genuine smile and mouthed “go,” tilting your head towards where his team was. He slowly shuffled backwards in uncertainty, a small laugh escaping you, as he was still staring at you to see if you really were okay with it. And you were; at the end of the day, you loved to see him succeed, even if that meant winning against your own team.

The England players didn’t waste any more time on the pitch as they came into the stands, where their families and friends were waiting for them. You were also sitting here with Sasha, as you became close friends with her when you were dating Mason. While you were talking about the match with her, you saw some players trying to put on a brave face as they managed a faltering smile before completely breaking down when being comforted by their family and friends.

Mason dragged his feet up the stairs to meet his family, who were seated in the row in front of you. For a split second, your eyes met his red and puffy ones, and you knew he was in a worse state now compared to the Euros final. You watched him melt into his mum’s arms as she hugged him tightly, while his family members all took turns reassuring him and reminding him that he's done the nation proud, regardless of the result. Shortly after, Jack made his way upstairs, instantly looking for comfort in Sasha’s arms.

Mason stood on the stairs when he was finished talking to his family. He was covering his face with one hand, and rubbing his eyes while his back rested on the handrail. You took this opportunity to talk to him.

“Hey, how are you holding up?” You spoke gently with a reassuring smile as Mason moved his hand away from his face.

“Not too bad,” he mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

“Really Mason? You’re forgetting I can tell when you’re lying,” you tilt your head in the direction he was staring, trying to get him to look at you.

“I’m okay,” his voice was frail and quiet as he continued to avoid your gaze. Mason’s eyes were glossy as he fought back tears, his bottom lip trembling ever so slightly.

"Just come here," you reach up to wrap your arms around the back of Mason's neck, pulling him in for a hug. That’s when he gave up his pretence of being fine, as he didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist to hold you close. He buried his head in your shoulder, letting out a muffled sob that only you could have heard. The sound of Mason breaking down was enough to flood your eyes with tears, so you had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from turning into a sobbing mess.

As your attention was fixed on Mason, you didn't notice your boyfriend watching the two of you. He was aware of your history, and because of that, he didn't know how to feel. From one perspective, he understands how a huge loss can be so devastating, so Mason will need everyone there for him, even if that includes you. But on the other hand, he can't help but feel a little jealous considering Mason was your first love and everyone knows you don’t forget them. So he was torn in that moment, the same way you were about England losing and France winning. But before his mind can conjure up the worst, his friend drags him back into the group celebration.

“You did great, all of you; you should be so proud of yourself,” Mason simply hummed in response, taking in rapid and shallow breaths as you felt your shirt dampen with his tears.

"You've given us so many amazing memories to look back on in the future. It wasn't meant to be this time, but there's another World Cup just around the corner," you reassured him, not knowing whether your words would make a difference to how Mason is feeling right now.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, because you've done us proud, you've done me proud," you felt Mason's breathing become more even against your skin.

The two of you stayed like that, with no-one interrupting you. Mason had forgotten how safe he felt in your arms, the way it silenced everything around him, and suddenly everything became more bearable. A few minutes passed before Mason lifted his head to look you in the eyes.

"How do you do it?" Mason asked, searching your eyes for the answer.

"Do what?" Your voice was barely a whisper as you brushed away the tears from his face.

"You always know exactly what to say to make me feel better," 

“It’s not difficult when I’m being honest,” you shrugged your shoulders, giving him a smile he found impossible not to return.

"Thank you, it means a lot to me that you are here," you pulled away from the hug as his grip on your waist loosened.

“You don’t have to thank me; I’m just doing what any good friend would do,” you replied, as your gaze wandered around the stadium, watching some fans begin to leave. Mason winced at this; for those few minutes, he forgot that you two were not together anymore.

"Yeah, friends," his voice was monotonous as he looks onto pitch to see your boyfriend still celebrating. You were about to say goodbye, but Mason had something else on his mind.

"Why are you with him?" His question caught you off-guard, an icy contempt flashing in his eyes.

"Mason—" you began before being interrupted.

"No, seriously, why are you actually with him? Do you guys even have anything in common? Surely you can do better than that," he narrowed his darkened eyes as they burned into the back of your boyfriend’s head in envy.

"That is my boyfriend you're talking about, and you don't know the first thing about our relationship. I’ll let your comments slide just this once because I know your emotions are running high, but next time I won't hold back," you scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief as you grabbed your handbag and explained to Sasha that you would call her later.

"Y/N, I'm sorry!" Mason called out as you walked up the stairs and out of the stadium.

➪ read part two here

[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.

[holygrailimagines]

Sleep

Summary: Reader x Antoine Griezmann night routine, SMUT!

Sleeping naked was a risky deal. Sometimes you would sleep through the entire night, bare bodies wrapped comfortably in the sheets. Other times, your sleep would be disrupted with a strong sexual urge. Tonight was one of those nights. 

It always started off the same, the two of you would innocently spoon one another under the sheets. Then, the neck kisses from him would linger for too long. Then, you would respond with whimpers and moans as you felt his erect cock grind against your bare ass. 

“Dis les mots,” (say the words) Antoine would whisper huskily in your ear, his calloused hand gripping your breasts. 

“Take me,” you whispered back, eyes shut as you grinded against his hardened dick. He wouldn’t let a single second go by as he slowly slipped himself inside you from behind, your wet walls making it easy.

You moaned loudly, reaching an arm behind you to grip his hair. With every tug, he would grunt and deepen his thrusts. His arm held your waist tightly, anchoring you against him as he took you from behind. Your tits bounced as he pounded into you, the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust. You felt your bodies heat up, a thin layer of sweat beginning to form. 

“Too hot,” Antoine muttered under his breath in French. His thrusts came to a halt, thick cock still deep inside you. He quickly removed the sheets from on top of you and resumed his brutal pace. The cool air was refreshing and you moaned loudly at the intense pleasure. His hand moved from your waist and held up one of your thighs. With more access to your soaking pussy, his thrusts became deeper and faster. Your walls began to clench around his cock and you felt him twitch inside you. The room filled with moans and grunts, the two of you almost reaching your ends. With a high pitched moan, your body gave out. You trembled as your tight cunt began to spasm, walls tightening their grip on his cock. His thrusts became sloppy as he rode out your orgasm. He whispered dirty French words in your ear before he came with a grunt, his limp dick slipping out of you. 

Of course, you would then complain about having to take another shower as your sticky juices spilled from your sore cunt. And finally, Antoine would accompany you for a late night shower. 

[p8droo]

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[protect-daniel-james]

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[eu-nicola]

open requests for footballers / f1 racers

[whatareu4]

Y’all its been posted! Second gimbappe fanfic !! 🫶🏽

[percervall]

I've been toying with this idea for a couple of days, but I think it could be fun to write a couple of fluffy fics for Valentine's Day

There are 10 prompts available, including a spot for your own idea but only for a limited time. I'm closing the requests on 20-1 at 20:00CET

If you want to request one of the prompts, click here

Prompts

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Stealing their clothes

FaceTime

Receiving flowers

Comforting you when you're upset

Cuddling

PDA

Falling asleep on them

Breakfast in bed

Surprising you at work

Own idea

[mountsmason]

Conflicting Emotions; Part 2

➪ read part one here

summary: you finally meet your boyfriend after the match, and despite the overwhelming emotions of everything, you two manage to find a way to sort it out. things also take an unexpected turn as you realise your boyfriend was jealous of mason.

pairing: antoine griezmann x reader, slightly mason mount x reader

warnings: badly written smut

a/n: almost 1k notes on part 1 is insane, thank you for all the feedback!! also my intention for this part was to be fluff, but it ended up with a bit of smut. If you're not comfortable reading it, you can skip it as it doesn't add much to the plot.

You heard Mason apologise moments before walking away. But you paid him no attention; if you went back to him, you feared you would say something you later regretted.

Antoine glances over at where he thought you were, with Mason. But instead he catches you walking up the stairs, and based on Mason shouting after you, he realises something is wrong. Tearing himself away from the celebrations, he rushes towards the area of the stadium where you were. Without thinking, he effortlessly jumps over the barrier and darts past Mason as he tries to catch up to you. You’re too far away to hear him calling out your name, so he gives up and simply follows you.

Mason’s words replayed in your mind as you grew more and more furious by the second. Unable to contain your blinding tears, you opened the first door on your right, which was conveniently unlocked. You assumed it belonged to the caretaker, as there were cleaning supplies scattered around the room. After dropping your handbag on one of the shelves, you leaned against the wall, letting hot tears fall freely down your cheeks.

It wasn't long before you were interrupted by the door opening swiftly. Your teary eyes met your boyfriend's concerned gaze.

"Y/N, what’s wrong?" He hurried towards you, his eyes softening at the sight of you.

"Nothing," you answered quickly over the sound of your rapid heartbeat, pointlessly wiping away your tears that he had clearly already seen.

"Your tears tell me otherwise, talk to me," with both his hands, Antoine cups your face and tilts it up slightly. He glides his thumbs across your cheeks to brush away your tears, which continued to fall despite your efforts to stop them.

Your mind was racing, searching for an answer it couldn’t find. From England losing to your boyfriend winning and Mason’s comments from earlier, you didn’t know where to begin.

"I don’t know what to tell you because I don’t know how I’m feeling myself," you admitted, leaning into his touch as you were overcome by a mixture of confusing emotions. "I don’t even know why I’m crying," you sarcastically chuckled at how ridiculous you sound.

You were never any good at expressing your emotions. It simply didn't come to you as easy as it did for others. Antoine was well aware of this, as you've had this conversation with him before, so he didn't pressure you into giving an answer. Instead, he tries to help you navigate your feelings.

"Was it the match? Are you angry at me?" A guilty expression crept across his face.

"What? Of course not! Earlier today, I promised you that my feelings for you wouldn’t change, regardless of what happened on the pitch today. And I fully stand by that.” You tried to reassure him of it.

"So you still love me?" His hands trailed down your body to rest on your hips, lightly pressing his body into yours.

“It’s hard not to,” you gave Antoine a soft smile as your arms wrapped around the back of his neck, pulling him in for the kiss you longed for. His lips were soft and delicate against yours. It was a short but intimate kiss that both of you needed in that moment. To reassure and confirm that truly nothing has changed between you two.

"I should have said this sooner, but congratulations baby. I’m really proud of you, especially after seeing you out there today. People always doubted you and your abilities, but look at you proving them wrong," you told Antoine, gently running your fingers through his hair.

“I couldn't have done it without you,” he presses a tender kiss to your forehead.

“Me? I didn't do anything,” you furrowed your brows in confusion.

"You were always there for me whenever I had a bad day. I don't know how, but you have this way of making me feel better without even trying. When the media found some way to criticise me or split us up, you never believed them, and that kind of trust is rare; I've never had that in any of my other relationships. I even considered quitting football, but I didn't because I had you. The one person who has always been by my side and the reason I've gotten this far. Everything I do is for you,” he spoke in sheer admiration, a smile growing on his lips as he saw your cheeks flush pink.

You listened intently to every word and grinned as you gazed into his eyes. Undoubtedly, he was giving you way more credit than you deserved, as you know how talented he was to begin with, and that combined with his dedication, is how he got this far. You began to wonder how you had become so lucky to have such a perfect boyfriend. One that does everything for you even though you never asked him to.

But then you recalled the match where your team lost against his.

“How is beating England 'for me?' ” You questioned cheekily, curious to see how he was going to explain this one.

“Let me rephrase myself, everything I do, except winning against England, is for you,” he winked at you in an attempt to soften the blow.

Your mouth fell open, a fake gasp escaping your lips. “I never knew you were so selfish,” you joked, playfully hitting his chest. A comfortable silence filled the air as you shared a smile with Antoine. The warmth of his endearing grin quickened your heartbeat.

“Are you ready to tell me why you were crying earlier?” He asked in a lowered tone.

You thought about it for a minute. This time, you had better luck articulating your thoughts since your mind wasn't racing erratically anymore.

“I guess I felt guilty for not sharing your happiness and celebrating with you,” you muttered, averting your gaze as you studied your hands, suddenly finding them interesting.

“We knew from the start it was going to be complicated, but I understand Y/N, I really do. The emotions involved in it all can be overwhelming, and I would never force you to pick a side. You're too loyal for your own good,” he laughs, playfully rolling his eyes, “and I respect that. At the end of the day, all that matters to me is that we’re okay,” you nodded in agreement, your mouth curving into an unconscious smile at how understanding he is.

"And that was it, you’re sure there’s nothing else bothering you?" You shook your head decisively, as your boyfriend continued to speak, "for a second I thought something had happened with Mason."

You froze at the mention of your ex-boyfriend.

"What do you mean?" You tried to swallow down an empty gulp.

"I saw the two of you together."

"He was upset after the match, so I was consoling him, that's all." You got a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach, wondering what he must have thought seeing you with Mason like that.

"As long as you didn’t console him in the same way you console me, we’re good," you knew exactly what he was implying with that suggestive tone.

"Oh no, that is reserved specifically for you only," his eyes darted between your lips and eyes as he leant in for another kiss. But before he could connect his lips with yours, you pulled away.

“Wait, were you jealous of Mason?” You eyed him suspiciously.

“As if,” he denied too quickly, his jaw visibly tensing.

“You were, I knew it!”

“I wasn’t jealous, so don't ever say that again,” he warned in a low, firm voice as his gaze darkened.

“Or else what?” Your eyes lit up with a hint of mischief before he erased the distance between your bodies by pressing you against the wall and pushing his leg between yours.

“Don't test me Y/N, I may have been running around the pitch for 90 minutes, but you should know better than anyone that I still have plenty of energy after that,” His hands had caged you in, as they were pinned on either side of your head.

“I didn't know you were the jealous type.”

“I don't get jealous cause you already know you're mine,” his breath was hot against your ear.

“I am?” You raised your eyebrows, pretending this was news to you as your fingertips skimmed along his jaw line.

“It looks like you need reminding.” He pushes his thigh against your core, a breathy moan slipping from your lips. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt his lips ghosting yours. Breathing lightly, your lips part with a burning desire, an aching need to kiss him, but he doesn’t let you.  He flexes his thigh beneath you, applying pressure to your core and notices your body instantly react to him. “You realise I can feel that,” he smirked, feeling a throbbing sensation on his thigh.

“Then do something, please,” you begged with desperation in your voice. It was embarrassing how easily your body reacted to his touch. With the World Cup happening, the two of you barely had time for yourselves, so you were extra sensitive to his touch.

“You’re not going to get what you want. Not until you tell me what I want to hear,” you chose to ignore the heat building in between your own thighs.

“I really hate you,” you panted over your pounding heartbeat.

“That’s not it,” your response seemed to amuse him as he let out a light chuckle. You mentally debated whether you should carry on teasing him or give up and tell him what he wants to hear. “I'm not going to ask you again,” he begins to remove his leg from between yours, but you quickly clench your legs around his thigh.

“I’m y-yours, all yours,” your words were breathless as you chose the latter option. The prolonged anticipation became unbearable as your body grew impatient.

“That's right baby, you're mine — no one else's,” satisfied with your answer, he plants a series of harsh kisses on your neck, pressing his thigh harder against your core.

“I need to you to do something now, I've missed your touch,” you slowly start to roll your hips into his thigh as his muscles tense against your aching core. Even though you were fully clothed, you knew that the flood of wetness from your core would be enough to soak through the material and leave a patch on his shorts. But you didn’t care. The pleasure was building in your stomach, but before anything else happened, you were interrupted by the sound of keys turning in the door.

“Perfect timing,” he said in a hushed tone before he pulled his leg away from your wet core. You whined in response to the loss of contact. You weren't finished. That's when it hit you — this was his plan all along.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you get away with all this teasing, right?” You glared at him while trying to catch your breath before the door opened.

You grabbed your handbag from the shelf as you approached a confused-looking caretaker. Giving him an awkward smile, you left the room with your boyfriend following closely behind.

“I’ve never seen you squirm so much,” he spoke with a sense of accomplishment. You sent him daggers once again for leaving you all hot and bothered. “That was all your doing, all you had to say was you're mine, but you were too busy teasing me,” he held his hands up in defence.

“Mason would never do that to me,” you wish you hadn't said the words the moment you saw the expression on Antoine's face harden.

You had seriously fucked up.

“I'm sorry, I took it too far that time, I didn't mean it,” you unintentionally struck a nerve as he looked genuinely hurt. “It's you that I want, it's you who I'm with and it's you I love,” you frantically searched his eyes for any indication that he believed you.

“I love you, you know that right?” You took his hands in yours.

“Yeah I know, I've just got to get back since I've been gone a while, and everyone will begin to wonder where I am,”

“Okay,” your voice was barely a whisper. He pressed a gentle kiss on the top of your head before walking away.

“Make sure you message me when you get to your hotel," he reminded you as he turned around. A smile touched your lips for a brief second as you nodded.

Antoine might not have responded to your “I love you” directly, but making sure you reach safely is his unspoken way of expressing his love for you.

[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!!! 🥺🥺

[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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[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???