#antoine griezmann one shots

[footballxixstars]

Persuade Daddy • Antoine Griezmann

Child/Parent Prompt List v.2 • Number 7

“I want a dog” “I do too but you have to persuade daddy.”

“I want a dog,” Your daughter told you as the two of you were eating dinner together. Antoine was currently away for a football match so it was just you and your daughter having dinner together. It was nice to be alone with your daughter for some quality one-on-one time but at the same time you both missed Antoine when he wasn’t here, especially around the dinner table where it was more known. For a moment after your daughter spoke those words you were in shock but only for a minute or so because you were ecstatic over the fact your daughter wanted a dog. That now made two of you in the house that want a dog. Antoine can’t say no to both of you, majority wins, right?

“I do too, but you have to persuade Daddy,” You replied instantly, throwing Antoine under the bus with your daughter, however, it was only the truth so it’s not like you’re lying to your daughter plus it’s a family decision so you can’t just get a dog because the two of you want one. Before you had your daughter you had really wanted a dog but Antoine was always saying no. It was when you and Antoine had moved in together and it was amazing to finally be living together since you are able to see each other more frequently however when he would leave for the France National Team or be away for a couple of nights for away matches you would feel quite lonely in your house and the perfect answer for this would be to get a dog. Obviously, you spoke with Antoine about it and gave him your reasons for wanting a dog but for some unknown reason Antoine was strongly against getting one. He never said his exact reasons but Antoine not wanting one was enough of a reason for you to drop the conversation. Every now and then you would bring it up again to see if he had changed his mind but Antoine would shut it down instantly and once you had your daughter you never brought it up again. But now your daughter is older and apparently wants one so maybe it’s time to bring it up once again.

“Really?” She asked sounding really excited and also a bit sceptical at the same time like she didn’t expect you to say yes. Well, it was probably that you said yes straight away like that- well a part yes since you said that she has to get Antoine approval first.

“Sure, you just have to persuade your daddy first,” You reuttered to her letting her know that it is Antoine that she will have to get through to him if she really wants that dog. Instantly you saw this glint in her eye and you just knew that she took that as a challenge.

“I will. Daddy can never say no to this face,” she told you pulling a pouting face at the end of it. The one she pulls if she ever wants something or to do something and gets told no. The whole thing was true though. Your daughter could honestly get away with murder with Antoine so you would not be surprised if he instantly gives in when she asks. Either that or he would stutter for a bit before giving in to your daughter and getting her whatever dog she wants. Not your favourite parenting technique of Antoine’s but in times like this where you also want a dog it is wonderful.

“You do need to know how to take care of a dog and find out everything you need first though so it may be a while until we get one,” You explained trying to prepare her for the worst possible outcome of Antoine not agreeing and that even if Antoine agrees to the dog she won’t be able to get one right away because it doesn’t work like that. You have to find the perfect dog for your family. Your whole family is quite energetic and goes for walks often therefore a more relaxed dog who doesn’t have a lot of energy wouldn’t be good. There’s a lot of research that goes into having a dog so your daughter needs to be prepared and making her do her own research will also show Antoine that she is serious about wanting a dog and it may make him more likely to agree. Or agree quicker and you both probably need all the help you can get.

“I’ll go look now,” your daughter said seriously as she shoved that last bit of food into her mouth before getting off of her seat and making her way to the computer to do some research. You did chuckle to yourself at her seriousness of the whole situation but at the same time you thought that it was good because it meant that she really wanted a dog. All you could do though was chuckle and wish Antoine good luck because as soon as your daughter had an idea on her mind she would work towards it and make sure she gets it. She wants this dog and she will get this dog. One very stubborn child you have. Wonder who she gets that from?

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A day passed and Antoine was finally home again. As soon as that door closed behind him your daughter was in his arms hugging him tight. Antoine probably just thought that your daughter missed him but you could see that she was sweetening him up, making sure that she was on his good side. There was another motive for this affection but Antoine was about to find that out. Let him enjoy his little moment with his daughter. If you looked past the other motive it was actually a sweet sight. Antoine had his eyes closed and a soft smile on his face whilst holding your daughter tightly against his own body and your daughter was clinging onto him. It was adorable really. Poor Antoine. He really had no idea what was coming.

“I want a dog Daddy,” was the first thing that your daughter said to him when he placed her back down on the floor. No hello. No, I missed you. Just, I want a dog. Straight to the point.

“What?” Antoine questioned, understandably confused by what your daughter had just said. Maybe he was just processing it all. He did look at you with a raised eyebrow and a questioning look on his face but you just shrugged your shoulders whilst doing everything you could to hold back the smirk and the laugh. After that, he turned his attention back onto your daughter hoping that she would explain where all this came from. To be totally honest Antoine probably thought that it was you getting your daughter to say it and fair enough since you have asked for a dog multiple times but not this time. This time it was fully your daughter's idea.

“I want a dog,” She repeated to him.

“Did you tell her to ask me?” Antoine questioned turning his attention away from his daughter and turning it to you with a slight glare. This time you did allow the smile to take over your face and you tried to make it look innocent but you knew that you were failing miserably.

“No. She asked me about it yesterday and I just told her to ask you,” Was all you told him.

“Can I have a dog?” Your daughter impatiently asked again, getting frustrated that he wasn’t getting a set answer from Antoine. He looked between you both for a couple of seconds like he was deciding whether or not to go through with it. Considering how often he works he knew that most of the dog care would primarily be down to you but still a dog is a lot of responsibility and a family decision. When it wasn’t during the football season the three of you like to go travelling so your daughter experiences different cultures but is that possible with a dog? There is so much to think about.

“Taking care of a dog is a lot of work. How about a pet- a pet- a pet rock?” Antoine finally got out.

“A rock!” She shouted, not believing what Antoine had just told her. She actually sounded a bit offended by it, by the fact Antoine wouldn’t allow her a dog but a rock. A rock that doesn’t do anything and is absolutely pointless because the child can't show that they can care for something. That is something that you’ve never understood however it is a little funny to offer them a rock instead of a fluffy animal. You were doing everything to hold back a laugh at the fact Antoine had just offered her a pet rock. At the same time you were just watching the interaction between the two of them. The way Antoine attempted to be strong and say no to your dog whilst your daughter just stared at him pouting. You could tell that Antoine was slowly breaking and would soon give in.

“Fine we’ll start looking into getting you a dog,” Antoine finally burst out at the smile your daughter let out was gigantic. You could tell that smile was worth everything for Antoine. He would do anything to get your daughter to let out a smile like that especially if he was the reason for that smile and if that meant agreeing to get a dog now then so be it. Anything to get her to be happy and smile like that. Once again your daughter ran over to him giving him a huge hug because he had agreed to get her a dog. Any dog that she wanted Antoine would get her if it puts a smile on her face and gets him hugs like this.

“Thank you, Papa,” She said over and over again.

“So what dog are we getting?” You asked cheekily and Antoine just glared at you whilst hugging your daughter close. This time you were unable to hold back the laugh so you were just standing there leaning against the wall laughing whilst Antoine was on the floor hugging your daughter and your daughter just kept babbling and rambling on about what dog she wanted to get. You could already tell Antoine was regretting his decision.

MASTERLIST | MORE GRIEZMANN

[sports-on-sundays]

football in the rain / Antoine Griezmann

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

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.

[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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[footballffbarbiex]

pairing: antoine griezmann / you / Rodrigo de Paul words: 1391 warnings: fingering, nipple play, threat of public pussy eating. a/n: this is part of their upcoming series which I cannot wait to fucking share with everyone. admittedly, this part is written before I've actually got there in the plot currently, but still! enjoy!

_

You realise the concept of the polyamarous relationship was something new for most, but the men’s teammates and staff had done everything to make the three of you feel comfortable and safe while in the environment of the club. And even though no-one had made any comments - or at least not to any of your faces -, being here again a year after everything had become out in the open, it had still left you feeling a little nervous. Rodri had held your hand as Antoine had rubbed a soothing pace across the bottom of you back, only for you to see that the three of you had been placed together with you in the middle had made you feel happy, if not slightly overwhelmed by your own emotions. 

The two of them had sat with their hands on each thigh as they’d talked to others while absentmindedly stroking over your covered skin, with one of them occasionally turning to you to whisper things not meant for public hearing. The way they’d both looked at you throughout the night, the subtle touches here and there and the not so subtle glances had left you feeling some sort of way.

Once home, Rodrigo had left the two of you alone while he headed to the kitchen to pour some drinks and so you’d lead Antoine upstairs. His suit jacket was left downstairs, he’d shrugged out of it as you’d kicked off your heels and as you turn to look at him, he’s following quietly behind you with the only sound coming from his footsteps. His fingers undoing his cufflinks and pushing the sleeves of his dinner shirt up to his elbows, exposing his tattoos and thick watch which lay across his wrist. It was an innocent action and yet, it felt incredibly intimate to watch. 

His eyes lift from his hands to lock with yours as he begins to unbutton the shirt from the collar down, exposing inch by inch of his chest. “Something on your mind?” 

“You ask me this, like you hadn’t spent a good portion of this evening telling me how much you want to eat my pussy while trying to hitch my dress up.” 

“I don’t know what you mean.” He smirks as he finishes opening up his shirt. You want to stroke your fingers over his shoulders, over his chest and down to the waistband of his boxer shorts…and lower. 

“Come here and put those hands of yours to use,” you say, turning around and moving your hair out of the way so that he has access to the buttons that go down the back of the dress. He’d helped you into the dress, it was only fair that he helped you out of it. 

He’s quiet as he steps towards you, fingers lightly brushing over your nape as he begins to unbutton the first one. It feels as though he’s working slowly, deathly slowly as you feel him work down your spine. When the dress falls away from your shoulder, he places a light kiss there. And another one a little higher, getting closer to your neck as he continues. You make a little happy hum as his hands near the bottom of your back, his hands gently stroking over the skin as they start their journey back up to your shoulders where he pushes the dress from your arms, and from your body. Despite the hefty price tag that they’d paid for it, it pools at your feet and lays forgotten as Antoine turns his attention to the rest of you. 

“Nice lingerie,” you feel the smirk that presses against you with each kiss. “Where’d you get it?”

“Oh, this old thing?” you say, mirroring his tone. “I can’t remember where I picked this up from,” you say, knowing full well it was an early present that was given this morning along with the dress. While the dress was planned, the underwear was very much a pleasant surprise and knowing that you were wearing it, something they’d envisioned you in gave you a little thrill. 

His hand cups your breast, thumb swiping over your nipple which protrudes through the material and you press back into his chest as he kisses higher. 

“Starting without me?” Rodri asks as he appears in the doorway, large hands grasping the glasses but his attention is on the two of you rather than the occasional spill of liquid. 

“It was only fair. I’ve waited long enough for something to happen.” you reply quietly, savouring the feel of Antoine across your skin.  

Rodrigo places two of the glasses down and takes a long drink from his own, trying to keep his eyes on you the whole time. “It’s not as though I could have laid you out on the table and eaten your pussy in front of everyone now, could I?”

“Right now, I’m wondering why not.” 

“But we’re not there now, are we?” Rodri asks as Antoine pulls your breast free and Rodrigo dips his head to close his lips around your nipple. You can feel Anto hardening against you as he presses more kisses to your skin and his fingers begin to wander down to the hem of your underwear. Your stomach sucks in, your eyes flutter closed and the breath that you sucked into your lungs begins to feel like molten lava the longer you hold it there but you only have the mental capacity right now to concentrate on one thing: what they’re doing or breathing and right now, your breathing remains held. 

As much as you try to keep your composure, the feel of both mouths and the slow descent of Antoine’s fingers into your panties is making you go against everything you’re trying to do. Your head drops back ever so slightly and it’s then that you exhale and breathe in a series of quick gulps. Antoine takes this as an opportunity to press his lips to yours, he kisses you slowly, savouring the first few moments of arousal before all rational thinking goes out of the window. 

When his tongue meets yours, a single finger drags over your clit, down your slit and the tip of it teases at your entrance enough to draw a whimper from you. 

“I love it when you make that noise.” Rodri says, lips barely leaving your skin as he does so, his tongue moving against you with each word he speaks and the scrape of his facial hair over your soft skin adds yet another delicious layer of pleasure. He swirls his tongue around your areola enough times to make you bite Antoine’s bottom lip before Rodrigo flicks his tongue over your hard nipple and lightly bites. You buck your hips before grinding against Antoine’s fingers as he sinks two inside of you. 

“Fuck,” the singular word is on the cusp of being growled when his palm rubs against your clit as his fingers sink in and out of your pussy. “I should never have agreed to this arrangement.” you tell them, making Rodrigo pull away and straighten enough to look you in the eye. 

“And why is that?” he asks. “Because from the way I see it, you’ve benefited very well from this.”

“You would see it that way,” you say through gritted teeth as Antoine curls his fingers and presses them against that spot that always leaves your knees weak. 

“Yes, I would.” He agrees as he makes quick work to cover Antoine’s hand with his own and slowly removes his fingers from you as he pulls Antoine’s hand from your underwear. You watch as the P and E of Antoine’s tattooed fingers disappear between Rodrigo’s lips, your eyes fluttering closed as he works his tongue to clean them from your wetness. 

“Jesus Christ, I hate you.” Even with your eyes closed, you know the man in front of you is grinning. 

“Such a strong emotional response when I’ve barely started with you.” Fingers trail up over your stomach and to the edge of your bra, teasing their way along until they reach your now partially covered nipple. It takes seconds to tweak the hardness of it free again and a sharp pinch forces your eyes to open. 

“If you’re lucky and behave yourself,” Antoine whispers to your ear, “Santa won’t be the only one coming tonight.”

[captainwans]

IN A RAGE.

 — A. GRIEZMANN

pairing: antoine griezmann x fem! reader

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

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

word count:  2,4k | ( gif not mine! )

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

masterlist!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[footballandfics]

Can I request something fluffy and cute with griezmann, I like his a lot and there isn't enough of him to enjoy

Thank you for requesting, I also wanted to write something light and change the mood a bit – hope you like it.

Every Monday since the start of your relationship Antoine send you flowers, no matter where he is and how busy he is.

When you asked him “why Monday?” – “because you once told how much you hate Mondays, now you have a reason to love them”

The car rides are always fun, he blasts his music and make his silly moves making you laugh.

When he got your birth date and your name tatted on his body

Your name on the forth finger of his left hand since he can’t always where his ring.

Your birth date on his right arm.

When he is away, he would send you random photos of him

Or of random things because they remined him of you.

Dancing together at a random time through the day

With music or without music it doesn’t matter

His love language

No matter where you’re or who you with, he likes to keep a hand on you

On your thigh, tracing and rubbing it softly

Sometimes his hand will be on you shoulder

If you don’t know French

He will teach you

He loves it when you try to talk in French with him

Even if sometimes he makes fun of you over a mistake you made

He’s really soft-spoken person

Very understandable

 Doesn’t get angry easily

You rarely fight each other

When a fight occurs between you two, he’s the calm one even if you scream at him, he won’t scream at you

You love that about but during the fight you get frustrated when he is very calm.

No matter who’s fault the fight is, he’s the first one to try to talk things out.

He prefers home dates

So, every now and then

He surprises you maybe with making a romantic dinner night

Wearing a suit and tells you to change to something fancy

Or movie night dates in your living room

  While wearing your pjs

Sometimes you’ll pick outfits for each other

Just for fun

Sometimes you regret it because he picks the craziest colors

 He likes to have fun and for people around him to also have fun

So he always cracking jokes

Gives you the sweetest nicknames but also some weird ones

Tried to get you hooked on video games but you couldn’t enjoy it you prefer watching him playing

Though you share love for basketball, when you get time, you go to watch it

When he had long hair you used to braid it for him

 he’ll sleep with his head on your lap because you keep caressing his hair.

  You guys always sleep hugging each other.

He lays on your chest and you play with his hair

Both of you move on your sleep

But somehow always wake up the next day in each other arms

[mattycashyx]

Antoine Griezmann - making him feel better

words: 1296

(Got this gif from Pinterest so credits to that person!)

A few month ago Antoine made a transfer from Atlético Madrid to fc Barcalona. You went with him, it was a hard decision for you because you lived your whole life in Madrid. Madrid was your city, your whole family lived their and you saw them weekly. But you loved Antoine too much and you couldn't live without him so you decided to go with him.

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You had met him in 2016 at a match. Your brother is an Atlético fan so you went to a match with him, it was his birthday gift from you. You two were sitting in the front, your brother had made a poster with 'Antoine Griezmann can i have you shirt'. Your brother was a fan of antoine since 2014 when he joined Atletico madrid. So after the game Antoine saw the poster of your brother and walked in your direction. He jumped over the fence and took his shirt of to give it to you brother, who took it gladly.

Damn, he has a good body you thought. "thank you so much!" said your brother with the biggist smile on his face "no problem bro" said Antoine while smiling back at your brother. "it means so much to him, I don't know how to thank you" you said while looking at Antoine with a small smile "I do know something" he said looking at you with a smirk "what?" you said being confused "go on a date with me" he said while making you blush. And ofcourse you said yes and now you've been together for 3 years.

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You finally began to feel more at home in Barcelona and slowly started to like it. You weren't the only one that was struggling. Antoine had a rough start at Barcelona, the fans from Atletico where scolding him out for traitor on social media and the Barcelona fans where saying that he wasn't good enough. He always got hate but never so much at ones and he took it hard on himself. He trained every day really hard to be better but it didn't pay off.

He didn’t tell you how he felt, every time you asked how it was going he said fine. He didn’t want to bother you with his problems because you were already struggling with your own problems. You didn’t noticed it at first but Antoine seemed less happy, he was smiling less, he didn’t made funny jokes and he didn’t did his little dances anymore. Ones you started to noticed his lack of enjoying life you started to get worried. Something was wrong but you didn’t knew what it was. So how where you supposed to help him.

That was until you were watching tv and there was some football show on it talking about Antoine. But they didn’t talk good about him they were making fun of him and saying hurtful things about how bad he was playing and that he wasn’t good enough for Barcelona. You immediately turned of the tv and when to look on Instagram what people where saying and they where saying the exact the same thing. You blamed yourself for not seeing this sooner. You where so coughed up with you own life, you where constantly thinking about work that you didn’t saw how miserable your boyfriend was.

So you decided that you two should have a little date night at home. You knew that if Antoine came home from training that he would be tired and that he just wants to stay at home with you. You quickly took a shower. After the shower you went to the kitchen to make his favorite dish, you hopped it would make him feel better. You set the table and put some candles on the table, it gave a romantic atmosphere. You got dressed in Antoine’s favorite dress of yours. It was a long beautiful red dress that suited you body perfectly. You did the last finishing touches so that it would be perfect.

When Antoine came home it was completely dark in the house and he was confused, he thought you where home. But that’s when he walked in the dinner room, the table was set romantically with candles and his favorite food. His beautiful girlfriend was sitting at the table looking beautiful and in the dress that he liked so much on her. He couldn’t get a better dinner than this. He couldn’t keep his eyes of you witch made you blush. “Are you gonna keep staring at me or you gonna eat dinner with me” you said smiling at him he didn’t say anything and sat down across from you.

“You look incredibly beautiful” he said looking at you lovely “thank you” you said happily. You two begin to eat dinner witch he really enjoyed. He had told you a hundred time how delicious the food was. He forgot everything for a while and was just having a fun time with his girlfriend whom he loved very much. You on the other hand was also having a great time it was a while ago since you and your boyfriend had a fun dinner date, you had missed this.

You had ended the night with laying on the couch. Antoine was laying with his head in your lap and you where going with your hand through his curls. He loved it when you were going with your hands through his hair it made him relax, he closed his eyes and almost fell asleep. “mi vida (my life) please tell me what's going on, I have noticed that your not as happy as you used to be" you whispered to him.

He looked at you with sad eyes "I don't want to bother you with my problems" he said getting up and not looking at you. "please mi vida I can't bear to see you like this, please tell me" you said looking at him with pleading eyes. He still didn't look at you so you took his head in your hands and made him look at you. A tear was spilling from his eyes and you whiped it away with your thumb.

"I'm just getting so much hate from every one, and they are right I play bad. I'm not good enough for fc Barcelona" he said believing what the people where saying about him. You were starting to cry it made you so said that he thought so low of himself. "don't ever say that again, it hurts me so bad that you feel that way about yourself. You're Antoine Griezmann, you're a really telanted footballplayer. There is a reason why fc Barcelona bought you, they see potential in you, they know that you're a verry good footballer. You're gonna show al the people that have something to say about you what you're capable of. Don't ever let people talk you down like that. I believe in you and I love you" you said to him at the time you finished more tears had spilled on his face.

"Thank you for always making me feel better. I love you so much I can't even express how much I love you" he said smiling at you trough the tairs. You gave him a hug and felt him relax under your touch. You gave him a kiss on the lips and smiled at him. He looked at you confused "I'm just really happy with you" you said to him "me too, I don't deserve you" he said

You still couldn't believe that this is your life. If you told me 4 years ago that I would be in Barcelona in love with a footballer I would've have laughed in your face. you thought.

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My first Antoine Griezmann imagine, what do you think? I'm so happy that he gets more recognition he deserves it!<3

[applejuicefruit]

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

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

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

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

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

Alone

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Antoine…we should talk”

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

“Not really…but we should talk”

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

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

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

“That’s the problem, we can’t…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Antoine say something please…”

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

“Antoine-.”

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

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

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

And with that you left.

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

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

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

But probably you deserved this.

[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. 

[ms-snape]

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

WHAT THAT PINK HELL

Sorry that's a short one

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

Good reading

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Kayla's POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You do not like ?"

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

《Kayla...》

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

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

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

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That's it that's all.

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[sports-on-sundays]

belle's makeshift masterlist

I write for football players and Formula 1 drivers!

★★★

Football players

Pedri González -

jigsaw / Part 1

jigsaw / Part 2

make up your mind

she's mine

I hate you (not)

help me sleep

surprises in Barcelona

friends with benefits

got your back

Marc Guiu -

stupid with love

run away / Part 1

run away / Part 2

not right for you

ready when you are

arguments / Part 1

arguments / Part 2

arguments / Part 3

perfect

Sergi Roberto -

someone like her

Fermín López -

found us out

visca el barça

Pablo Gavi -

take care of me

second priority

camera-shy

long distance

Héctor Fort -

love to hate you

mama's boy / Part 1

mama's boy / Part 2

it isn't right

Pau Cubarsí -

embarrassed and in love

love and fame

sweetie

bump, set, spike

sleep tight

Antoine Griezmann -

football in the rain

Rodrigo Riquelme -

rainy days

★★★

Race car drivers

Lando Norris -

boulevard of broken dreams / Part 1

boulevard of broken dreams / Part 2

boulevard of broken dreams / Part 3

all my fault

all my heart / Part 2 of all my fault

serious

IMAGINE...

papaya girl

Charles Leclerc -

people change

and I can change / Part 2 of people change

hold you while you sleep / Part 3 of people change

taken

accident prone

while you're away

prince not so charming / Part 1

prince not so charming / Part 2

prince not so charming / Part 3

prince not so charming / Part 4

prince not so charming / Part 5

our tree

lucky strike

Max Verstappen -

ER

Carlos Sainz Jr. -

red wine

Oscar Piastri -

us

Arthur Leclerc -

too late

Lando Norris & Oscar Piastri -

everyone can see he looks at you like you're the world, but you don't even know it

two for one / Part 1

one for two / Part 2 of two for one

this simple feeling / Part 3 of two for one

★★★

Series

Christmas with...

Arthur Leclerc

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Lando Norris

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pablo gavi

pedri gonzález

fermín lópez

ferran torres

frenkie de jong

lamine yamal

héctor fort

pau cubarsí

samuel lino

mason mount

alejandro balde

antoine griezmann

rodrigo riquelme

phil foden

julián álvarez

pablo barrios

marcos llorente

eric garcía

★★★

ALL the race car drivers I am currently willing to write for!

max verstappen

charles leclerc

carlos sainz jr.

george russell

lando norris

oscar piastri

kimi antontelli

franco colapinto

arthur leclerc

oliver bearman

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[gadriezmannsgirl]

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

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

Thank you💞 💞💞

Conflicted -Antoine Griezmann (x Messi!Reader)

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

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

Antoine obviously welcomed your kiss and loved the attention.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were laughing at that right now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You showed your pass and security let you in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm sorry"

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

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

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

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

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

Football is football but family is first.

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

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[lovejoaofelix]

antoine griezmann fluff plzz u can choose the theme

UN AMOUR ÉTERNEL

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

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

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

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

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

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

{...}

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

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

Fruity for her, with a stronger flavor than him.

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

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

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

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

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

[footballffbarbiex]

The Worst Boyfriend In the World

player: antoine griezmann words: 1233 request: Antoine Griezman |  600+   |  she / her  | buying yet more candles   |  "Antoine and his gf are shopping and she drags him into a candle shop where she forces him to sample every single autumn candle. He does so begrudgingly but secretly loves how happy she is and ends up buying her the candles she can’t choose between (one smelling an awful lot like his aftershave for when he’s away for games) Had to pick a word count but I’m fine with whatever you end up writing

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The temptation to have a big lunch was there but both she and Antoine settled for something warm to drink and just enough to settle their grumbling bellies. Antoine was more than happy to do his shopping online and have it delivered, not feeling the need to leave the comforts of home to go out in the colder weather. But the lure of food that didn’t have to be cooked by either of them was too much for him and as a result, his appetite was mostly satisfied and so was his need for impulsive purchases.

“What are you wanting to do for Christmas? Shop online or go out and do it?”

“It’s not even December and you want to think about Christmas?”

“It’s always best to prepare, no?” she questions and he chuckles. The cold that autumn brings will barely be settling. He’ll be surprised if she allows the first frost blanket everywhere before she’s pulling Christmas ornaments from the loft and beginning the arduous task of opening up the faux tree branches.

“There is preparation and there’s what you do.”

“Which is?”

“Going too far.”

“But does it look good once I’ve finished?” She turns on her heels and looks her boyfriend in the face rather than remaining by his side.

“I have enough common sense in me to know that there is only one right answer.”

“Then you’ve learnt well, my love,” the latter is said with a hint of sarcasm as she runs the flat of her palm down his cheek and gives it a playful tap. Rather than recoil, Antoine stands with a grin. “Speaking of learning, there’s somewhere else I’d like to go,” she says, spying a store that she’s been edging closer to since they left the eatery.

Those bright blue eyes of his snap away from her, scanning the nearby stores until the muscle in his cheek tenses when it clicks into place. “No.”

“Yes.”

“I said no.”

“And we both know how this will end.”

“Why do you never listen?” He asks as she all but skips away from him, the small shopping bags swinging from her hand with every bounce in her step. A store with a little bit of everything except furniture, it was perfect for gift hunting - it didn’t matter if it was for Christmas, housewarming gifts, or something for yourself. But most importantly, it had candles.

Antoine would outwardly say that she had too many. Far too many throughout the house. Some in the entrance hall, the living room, the kitchen, bathrooms and bedroom. There were big block unscented candles in large lanterns out in the garden. Everywhere Antoine looked there were either bundles of different sized candles clustered together or container candles in every colour and seasonal matched scents.

But she knew different.

She would never call him out on it, but she’d come home a few times, hours after he’d come home from training, and smell the lingering scent of a candle that had been lit before her arrival. The melted wax pool was soft, enough to leave a fingerprint in there if she applied just the smallest amount of pressure - even though the wick itself was cool. She would always trim the wick, making sure the mushroomed tip wasn’t there for the next light and yet, when he’d burnt them, he’d failed to clip it. And still, he would deny liking them. She would let him have these secrets and she would sleep comfortably knowing that he plays a part in the candle scents.

She climbs the escalator with Antoine trudging behind her reluctantly until she reaches the designated aisles, eyes already scanning over the shelves for jars of scented goodness that call to her or unusual jars that could be reused once the candle had been melted.

“Are you thinking of a clean, sweet smell or something smokey and musky?” she asks, hands already reaching to grasp a jar and pull the lid off to smell.

“I’m thinking of getting out of here.” he replies, eyes glancing over the options.

“Sniff.” She demands, holding out the opened jar and thrusting it under his nose. This one is a crisp apple. The same sweet smell as though he’d bitten into a fresh apple himself whilst standing in an apple orchard. “Well?”

“It’s a candle.” Anto replies and grins when she rolls her eyes. “It’s nice I guess. Don’t think it would be strong enough for your tastes.”

She gives it another sniff with her own nose before nodding in agreement, securing the lid back on the top and placing it back on the shelf. Various jars hold witches brew, sticky marshmallow, harvest sunrises, vanilla hazelnut and smokey cedars that hold promises of s’mores undertones. Others make her sigh with happiness at the scent reminiscent of the smell after a storm, and walks through autumn woods or stepping into a seasonal store which has hints of gingerbread and cinnamon. Several boast they contain the devil’s own cologne, and some are seductive, musky and what is classed as a traditional “masculine” scent.

Two of the latter are put into her basket that hangs from the nook of Antoine’s elbow, unable to choose between the two of them but they remind her of his aftershave. It’ll be a comfort to snuggle up in a blanket once the cooler months come and she can still smell him without having to bring something he’s worn to her nose - though nothing could replicate that. Nothing.

“I can’t choose.” She comments, pursing her lips as she looks over her possible choices, not including the two already waiting in the basket, she also has another four lined up.

Antoine stands behind her, hands stuffed into his pockets as he sways from side to side, no longer holding the basket as it was taking too long for her to decide. His nose tingles from the scent overload and he’s beginning to get a headache but as she shoves one of her choices under his nose once more, he gives a small smile, obediently inhales as says he really does like it.

He’s not lying, he does like it but he also knows that she won’t be making a decision to choose just one more. She’ll be skipping ahead out of this store as Antoine carries no less than five candles in a bag for her.

“Which do you think you’d burn when you get home tonight?” he asks, knowing perfectly well that the first one she mentions is usually the one she really wants.

“I have to choose first,” she replies and catches the look on his face. “Really?” she asks in a tone that is much higher to the start of her sentence.

“If you can’t decide, it’s only fair we take them all home.” He nods.

“Sure you won’t be complaining about aaaaaall the candles being everywhere?”

“Oh, I’ll complain.” he grins, “but as always, it’ll not stop you from lighting them.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re the bestest boyfriend in the world?”

“My other girlfriend told me that just yesterday actually,” he says, laughing hard as she pushes him with just enough force to unsteady his feet.

“And for that,” she says, swiping another that she had considered but didn’t want another option to have to choose from, “you’re buying these and cooking dinner tonight with no help with the dishes.”

[eu-nicola]

open requests for footballers / f1 racers

[footballandfics]

Bad Luck.

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

Pair: antoine griezmann x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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