#i love you griezmann

[giomaus]

rooting for Atlético so hard rn because at my very core I am a hater.

[pabloneighbourhoods]

user pablo neighborhoods is very happy right now

[brklynlewis]

JANUARY 10TH 2024 - ATLETI ALL TIME TOP SCORER

[seedlessmuffins]

footballers as flowers i see on my nature walks part 15!!

this one is for @nmsxi!! happy birthday di, i cherish your creations so much and you are truly a delight, i’m so lucky to be friends with you!! have the best day 🫂🫶

[livelaughlovefootball]

GRIEZMANN NATION WAKE UP HE SHAVED.

Baby face Grizi 👶

[sportswriters]

sportswriters' football recommendations list

first of all, we love lists. second of all, we appreciate everyone who takes their time to put these works together, so we decided to do our own recommendation post. at last, these authors deserve all the love, we keep coming back to the space you created in this mess of a world. thank you, truly.

be aware of the individual warnings before reading. if the links are wrong or stopped working, please let us know.

love, namu and ella.

LAST UPDATE: 10/04/2024

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

mason mount

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

christmas miracle by @julianalvarez9 | f | social media

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

dominik szoboszlai

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

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

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

heungmin son

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

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

jude bellingham

just a fan by @kobbiesmainoo | a | established relationship

joão félix

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

smitten by @julianalvarez9 | f | established relationship

i mean it by @yungbludz | s | casual sex

kai havertz

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

adoption by @gagaslonina | f | established relationship

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

amnesia by @gagaslonina | a | established relationship

pablo gavi

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

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

surprise by @leilakisakabiri | f | established relationship

opposites attract by @808heartz | f | social media

spanish boy by @leilakisakabiri | f | established relationship

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

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

antoine griezmann

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

persuade daddy by @footballxixstars | f | dad!griezmann

rúben dias

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

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

appreciation post by @julianalvarez9 | f | social media

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

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

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

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

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

julián álvarez

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

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

[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

racer girl

Antoine Griezmann -

football in the rain / Part 1

football in the rain / Part 2

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

princess of monaco

Max Verstappen -

ER

Carlos Sainz Jr. -

red wine

Oscar Piastri -

us

McLaren hat

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

★★★

ALL the football players I am currently willing to write for!

pablo gavi

pedri gonzález

fermín lópez

ferran torres

frenkie de jong

lamine yamal

héctor fort

pau cubarsí

samuel lino

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

★★★

If you have any more questions about what I write, my rules, and my blog, feel free to either comment them on this post, or hit up my ask box! Thanks so much for reading and checking out my blog!

[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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Taglist: @gaviymarcsbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld @http-isabela

[libraryofloveletters]

Glue Sticks and Pom Poms

Antonie Griezmann x Fem!Reader

Warnings: so much glitter, girl dad anto, your daughter is lowkey a menace, the team loves your kid like their own, family sweetness.

Word Count: 505

Author's Note: idk if any of you even read for anto but he's pookie so here you go.

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Every year since moving to Atletico, his girls have helped him to make Christmas cards for his teammates; this year was no different. The three of them covered in glitter, glue and pom poms.

The giggles filled the house, your daughter and her father shared everything; smile, eyes, nose, giggles. They were twins in every way possible.

Now their love for art was exactly the same, to appreciate and to make were one in the some. Now no one ever said they were good at it but alas to be good, you need practice.

Your daughter gets a pass, seeing that she's only 6 but Anto was 32, he really has no excuse.

You had returned from the store to see them at the dining room table. The glitter, paper, glue and markers were all over the table, Anto and your daughter, Amelia, sat next to each other. Your husband cut out little shapes, giving it to her to stick only the cards they were making.

Every year since she was born, Anto and Amelia have made Christmas cards to his teammates. It was important to him to make them feel as homemade as possible but it was also nice for him to have some time with Amelia, something the two of them could do despite all the hectic-ness of the season.

your arms rest over your husband's shoulder, startling the man momentarily. "When'd you get back ? I didn't hear you come in." He says, pressing a kiss to your hand.

"Just a minute ago, came to see what all the giggling was about."

"Look!" Amelia shows you her card; a poorly drawn reindeer on it with a small red pom pom on the nose, clearly meant to be Rudolph and there's a man next to the reindeer, short blonde hair with a big nose with squiggles all over his arms.

"Very nice, baby. Who's that supposed to be?" You asked her, pointing to the man. You assumed it was her father, seeing that his hair was blonde more often than not and he too had tattoos but her answer made you giggle.

"Uncle Rodri!" She says proudly, meaning Rodrigo. You nodded, "I'm sure he'll love it babe."

Anto shows you a few of her other creations for the team, all of them Christmas related but none of them the same.

You told your husband as much. "I know," he nods, "there's no theme this year."

"Pom poms!" Amelia sticks her hand out, waiting for her father to pass them to her. "What colour?" He asks her.

"I'm gonna get some water," you tell him, kissing his head before walking to the kitchen. In the two minutes you were gone, you hear Antonie shout which was followed my Amelia's giggles

When you returned, you see Antonie's got a red pom pom stuck to his nose. Your lips pressed together, biting back a smile. "It's not funny." He tells you, a finger pointed at you.

Nodding, you snicker. "It's a little funny."

He picks up your daughter, the little girl now sitting on her father's lap as he smothers her cheek in kisses. You smile, taking a photo of them.

It was moments like this that you knew she'd remember.

[leviscolwill]

rating france nt's fits because i have a better style than them

marcus thuram - 4/10

what the hell is going on there ? i like the jacket but his tshirt is so corny (it says "stop copying me you're not even doing it right'), the jeans are okay but the chains ??? and idk how to feel abt that cap tbh

lucas hernandez 3/10

first off points deduction bc i don't like him. now we can talk about the elephant in the room... what are those shoes ?? other than that he didn't take much risk with the outfit, it's very basic. but still take off the beanie it doesn't look good

olivier giroud 7/10

dad! what a nice surprise! he usually pulls the worst outfits out of his closet but i like this one. again not many risks were taken but when you have this face do you really need to ? the slim jeans need to go tho i'm begging

eduardo camavinga 9/10

ate (almost) everyone up here, it's hard to pull off bright green like that but he slayed so hard. point deducted for the glasses and the jeans might be a tiny bit too baggy but it's okay baby, come home now

ousmane dembele 6/10

not much to say, i don't think i would've chosen this colour for the shoes but whatever floats your boat darling. looks like a man who's got his life together, makes you wonder if he's a stay at home dad or a footy player

antoine griezmann 6/10

not bad but not good either. i like the matching shoes but i know he can do better. (comeback soon pls dad)

kylian mbappe 7/10

why is he making that face idk, but the fit is okay, pure dictator fashion as per. the tns (they're tns right ??) are making him a nice dictator tho !

jules kounde 8/10

similarly to the ugly hernandez brother, he actually gets a bonus because i'm in love with him. i always love a good overalls look ! and the green/yellow??? jacket + bucket hat is a nice risk (can't tell if i like it for now) but the moon boots ??? take them off i'm begging

ibrahima konate 10/10

he's serving face, body, looks, everything. love myself a good décolleté moment. love the asymmetrical jacket and the all black look is nicely done.

aurelien tchouameni 11/10

THE REAL WINNER TODAY ‼️ i love everything about this outfit, i want to kiss him so bad that's not eben funny anymore. the lego hands tho, you can tell he hangs out w jude too much

okay that's it bye, don't take it too seriously <3

[digitaldiarystuff]

The Interview

Hi guyss! Thank you so much for the support for my last post, here’s another idea I’ve had and if you want a part 2 to any of my stories feel free to reach out to me!

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summary: You’re an actress in Spain who supports atletico and are asked in an interview about Joao’s goal against your team, you playfully answer and receive a notification afterwards.

genre: fluff

pairing: Joao Felix x Y/N

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So, Y/N, we’re coming to the end of our interview but before that, I see here in my cards that you’re a die hard Atletico fan. Is it true?” Jim, the interviewer asked. You giggled.

“It’s true Jim, growing up, my dad was a football man. We spent every weekend watching games in the stadium or at home and I still do, just not going to games because of my crazy schedule, just watching them with my Griezmann shirt at home. We’re all big fans.” you answered truthfully. You loved watching the games but sometimes it was hard to catch up.

“So, did you watch the game they played against Barcelona?” he asked, intrigued.

“I did, actually. It was heartbreaking.” you said.

“Oh yeah yeah. Felix scoring the goal.”

“Yeah, it was hard to watch because I always knew he was a good player, seeing him score against us was hard.” you answered hoping that nobody would get upset because as much as it was true, you knew you had to make interviews professionally. Especially the live ones.

Soon after, the interview was done and you were in the backstage grabbing your items to head out. It was an off-day and you had planned on going home and not do anything.

When you went into the house, your dog, Biscuit was waiting for you at the door. You played with her for a few minutes and then grabbed some treats from the kitchen and a blanket to make yourself cozy and watch some TV but your phone vibrating like crazy meant the interview was up and everyone had seen it. You weren’t a big time celebrity but your recent role in a Netflix series has gained you tons of attention.

You were going through your message requests seeing the good and the bad things people said until one name caught your eye.

Joao Felix

Sorry to break your heart 💔 he said. You stared at the message for what felt like an eternity.

Maybe one or two footballers slid in your dm’s in the past months but none had any effect on you but Joao’s single sentence made your tummy flip. Was he mad? How could you respond to this, if you were to respond of course because you shouldn’t. Right?

It’s a little late for that, what’s done is done, you wrote but deleted right after, was it too harsh. You always had a weird sense of humor and enjoyed banter in flirting but you didn’t even know if this was flirty.

Well, you could always make up for it, you wrote then but feared it might be too forward, what if he was just apologizing genuinely to a fan? Oh god that would be embarrassing.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s just your job” you wrote and sent. This is the most appropriate, you thought. And maybe, he wouldn’t even respond after this.

You were wrong, he replied back in a minute.

“What can I do to make it up to you?”

Okay, this wasn’t about all fans, you thought. Because he specifically asked what could he do for you. Breathe Y/N, breathe.

Before replying, you quickly went onto his page, he was an amazing looking athlete there’s no denying and you’re single so you shouldn’t feel bad about the butterflies in your stomach.

“You could start with a dinner.” you replied and threw the phone on the couch scared of his response. Oh god, you hope you didn’t misread the interaction.

After a few minutes you decided this was stupid and picked the phone up.

“My pleasure. Tonight at 8?” he wrote and you nearly screamed, this gorgeous man was taking you out tonight and you were already shaking.

You quickly said ok and decided to have a long shower and get ready since it’s already 5. He also asked for your location to pick you up at 8.

After the shower you went into your closet trying to decide on what to wear and ended up with a navy dress and did your makeup. Just as you were putting on earrings, you heard the door knock. You tried calming yourself and opened the door and saw the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes on with a big smile and a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

“Hi.” he said sheepishly.

“Hi.” you replied equally giddy.

“Are you ready?” he asked, eyeing you up and down.

“Yes, here just let me take those of your hands and we can go.” you said, blushing because he was looking at you with no shame.

He drove you to a fancy restaurant which you’d once been with your manager as a celebration but he reserved a secluded table for the two of you.

At first, you were a little nervous about being on a date with him but that quickly went away as you talked about anything and everything. You quickly realized he was the most down to earth guy and wasn’t full of himself. He listened and gave you compliments as you described your life and you listened about his career. Before you knew it, it was nearly midnight and you were having the time of your life. You didn’t have to put on a facade with him and say whatever.

When the bill came, you of course offered but he wouldn’t budge and paid for the night and helped you walk to the exit with his hand on the small of your back. You got goosebumps just from a simple touch.

You went in the car and he started driving so you put on the radio and singing along the song when he joined you. You giggled.

“What, do you not like my voice?” he asked offended.

“No, I actually do.” you said. It felt like you knew him for years.

“I had fun tonight.” he said while walking you to your door.

“Me too, thank you for everything.” you said as you walked up the stairs to your door.

You stood just looking at each other’s eyes, lost in the moment.

“I sho-“

“Do you want to come inside?” you cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

“Yeah.” he smiled as you walked in the door.

He started looking at your home, analyzing details and when he saw the pictures of your family, he smiled.

“Did I also break your dad’s heart?” he asked.

“Why, are you going to buy him dinner too?”

“No, that was all for you.” he said as he walked over and held your waist looking at you intensely.

You looked up at him and smiled. He leaned in and stopped, as a way of making sure this was okay and you gave him the permission by pressing your lips against his. He smiled into the kiss and started moving his lips immediately. You lost yourself at his touch and placed your hands behind his head, playing with his hair. His hands roamed over your body trying to hold you closer.

“Y/N, I think I like you.” he said after you broke the kiss to breathe.

“I think I like you too Joao.” you said smiling widely.

“Now take me upstairs.” you said in a quiet tone, needing more of him.

He nodded immediately telling you to jump and wrap your legs around his torso. He carried you upstairs and you strengthened the connection you found today, until the sun came up.

You opened your eyes slowly, feeling a presence next to you and it was Joao. He was still sleeping. After you went to sleep, your mind wandered if this was just for one night but seeing him next to you happily snoring made that feeling go away. You carefully escaped his arms holding you at place to wash your face and go down to the kitchen. Just as you were passing the living room, you saw the flowers he brought last night. Smiling to yourself, you picked them up to put in a vase when you noticed a card sitting in between pink tulips.

You opened it up to see what was inside and found a note from him and smiled even wider if it’s possible.

“I hope this is the beginning of a great story”

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Ahh, this was sooo sweet even when I was writing I was smiling, hope you enjoyed it! Feedback is always appreciated luvs 🌷

[judebelle]

masterlist

smut *

neymar jr

none yet!

jude bellingham

cheer you up *

livestream (includes trent alexander arnold x reader) *

you have got to be shitting me

didn’t think so *

joão félix

pancakes or waffles? *

sneaky *

pablo gavi

sofia *

did i mention i missed you?

rekindled

it’ll be okay

you’re right

i’m not cute, i’m sexy!

perfect

kylian mbappe

phrases of praise *

happy birthday *

trent alexander arnold

livestream (includes jude bellingham x reader) *

menace

marcus rashford

none yet!

mason mount

discreet *

pedro (pedri) gonzález

do you love me? *

possessive (includes pablo gavi x reader) *

your pain is my pain

antoine griezmann

he only loves me

giovanni reyna

none yet!

alejandro balde

none yet!

send me some requests!

[footballffbarbiex]

No More Plus One.

player: antoine griezmann words: 2.1k+ type: fluff request: Anto - fluff - up to 1000 words - Anto inviting her to the team's Christmas party "as a friend" bc he didn't have the balls to ask her to be his date but planning on telling her how he feels about her that night (word count whatever you think works best)

A/N: I love how I've gone over every one of these word approx in the form. whoops.

No matter where she is in the room, she can feel his eyes upon her. 

It wasn’t a given, but more times than not if anything came up which required a plus one and Antoine hadn’t wanted to bring one of his teammates or family, Antoine would invite her and she would invite him to events which were appropriate and wouldn’t lead to him being interrogated all evening or have the risk of photos being taken while he’s trying to enjoy himself. 

Because of this, she’s already incredibly friendly with the majority of his teammates and he also knew that he would trust any of the men in this room with her without feeling as though he needs to step in and rescue her from them in some way. There’s never been a reason for him to feel jealous as he watches her with other men, the way she holds onto them as she laughs or even towards his closest friends such as Koke or Rodrigo as they take her into their arms for any particular reason. He knows the look upon their face as they stare at her and he understands the way they’re drawn to her. She doesn’t simply slot into their life, she fits in as though she was the missing piece. 

And yet tonight there’s something simmering under the surface as he watches while she sits in deep conversation with José. he doesn’t want to put a label on it as the ugly green demon but it’s the closest emotion that he can directly pin this feeling on. The one that claws at his chest and makes every swallow feel as though it’s only feeding the lump that’s growing in his throat. Every little touch or some lingering look, no matter how innocent, is driving him crazy and has him reaching for his alcohol free drink because in order for him to do what he needs to do, he needs a clear head. 

He’s half listening to Rodrigo when Marcos approaches looking suave in his half suit, the suit jacket is probably hung over the back of his chair and the tie is no doubt scrunched up in a mess on the table. Just his presence alone has Antoine picking at his nails as a distraction. 

“Still single?” straight to the point. Antoine grits his teeth and shoots him a look. 

Rodri looks between the two men back and forth trying to figure out what is going on before he glances back towards her. “Why would you not…” he trails off as he continues to stare at her, the cogs turning for all to see. “Oh Griezmann,” he chuckles and scratches his cheek. “Oh Antoine.”

“Shut up,” he hisses and finishes his drink with a scowl. Rodri gives him a look that Antoine cannot work out. 

“Are you planning to tell her?” Marcos looks at Antoine when Rodrigo asks quietly, ensuring no-one else around them is privy. 

“I was considering speaking with her tonight.” he replies, lifting his thumb to his mouth and tears at the frayed edge he had created earlier. 

“What’s stopping you?” Marcos asks, tucking a hand into his pocket and swaying ever so slightly as he stares at his teammate, eyes fixed on the Frenchman. 

“She has common sense and says no. Not everyone wants to be with their best friend.” he reasons, voicing the doubts he’s had for the last few weeks as he’s debated doing this. Just saying it out loud makes his stomach turn. “Friendship is crucial to some and I could walk away without her at all.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever known you without her being in your life.” Rodrigo says.

“And I don’t want to think of her not being. I don’t know what to do for the best. Doing this could really fuck everything up.”

“Or it could also be one of the best things you ever do.” Marcos counters. 

Standing between the two of them, with his heart pounding fast and hard against his ribs, he stares off at her as she continues her conversation with Julián completely oblivious to the thoughts that are whirling in his mind. 

“Fuck it, I’m just going to be on edge otherwise.” he says and gives them a small nod before stepping out of their triangle and towards her. 

He catches snippets of conversations as he passes everyone, and each step feels heavier than the last as he’s now within hearing distance and the moment her eyes lock with his, he knows he can’t back down now. Her smile broadens, and she physically turns her body towards him while nodding and saying something in response to Julián.

“Gracing us with your presence again?” She quips with a slight smirk. 

“I thought it was about time, you’ve no doubt talked poor Juli’s ear off by now.”

“I honestly didn’t mind,” Julián holds his hands up and looks between them with a nervous laugh. 

“He doesn’t deny it.” He teases some more, knowing full well that it was Julián who was leading the conversation.

“Leave him alone,” she shakes her head, mouths an apology to the younger player and leads Antoine away. “I can’t take you anywhere.” She hooks her arm through his, hand resting on his forearm, fingertips laying casually near his wrist and he tries to ignore the urge to slip his hand into hers. 

“It’s a good thing that I brought you here then.” Despite the closeness of them, she still manages to pull her elbow out enough to jab him with it. 

“Thank you for bringing me though. It’s nice to see everyone in a…non-work but work environment I guess.” she says as they stand at the side of the room, close enough to still look to be part of it all, but far enough away to not be disturbed.

“Of course, it’s what we do. Though I do think it’s about time they just put your name down instead of just “plus extra guest.” I think it’s obvious who will be joining me.”

“Yeah, until you get a girlfriend.” she says, lips curving to try a smile but there’s no happiness in it and judging by the strain in it, it’s seconds away from being a grimace. “But I’ll make do for now, right?” She tries to make her voice bright but her expression doesn’t replicate it. 

“What’s with the face?” he tries to ask it casually, as though he hadn’t been hoping his wording would evoke a reaction like this one. There was no jealousy that he could see, but she definitely didn’t appear happy about even the thought of him dating. 

“There’s no face.” she replies and tries to force her expression into a better one but it’s too late. 

His brows furrow but he keeps his gaze on her. “There was a face. Does the idea of me having a girlfriend bother you?” When she says nothing, he watches the way she swallows and looks anywhere but at him. “We both know you’re the only one who will tolerate me anyway. History has shown that.” He adds the last part quietly, but it’s true nonetheless. 

“Your teammates tolerate you.”

“I didn’t mean teammates and you know that.”

“There’s female staff. A certain social media manager loves you.”

“None that I want to date though.” he tries to give her a small smile when she finally looks back at him but he’s not sure his cryptic messages are being deciphered properly. “Well.” he clears his throat and looks out across the room. “That’s not exactly true. There’s someone here that I like. I just haven’t grown the balls to tell them.” He gives a nervous chuckle and looks at her. 

“Do you want me to be your wingman Anto? Is that why I’m here? Sweeten the deal for you and sing your praises?” She tries to keep humour in her voice but it’s pained. 

He inhales deeply, to the point where he feels like his chest may explode from the volume of oxygen he’s just taken. There’s no good way to explain his feelings. Not in a way that doesn’t seem false or because she’s pushed him to this conclusion. “Out of interest, what would you say?”

“You’re an asshole.” she says and he grins. “I would say…” she pauses to consider her words, his gaze on her never faltering. “That you’re a good man. You’re funny..looking that is, not humorous. Kind. Fiercely loyal. You give good hugs. You can’t cook very well but it’s a good thing you have a chef who does it for you.” she chews the inside of her cheek as she thinks about what she wants to say next. “You care about the people around you. You’ll do anything to make them smile and happy. You prefer spending time with people rather than spending money on them but that’s not to say you’re cheap. You get regular baths, you’ve had your shots, and you’re house trained.” she tries her best at a joke which thankfully lands and makes him laugh loud enough to draw attention from others nearby. “I think you’d make a good boyfriend Antoine.”

“Just good? I’m wounded.”

“I haven’t dated you,” she smiles, “so I can’t give an opinion but I can give a glowing review as a friend. Like a good wingman.” she adds. 

“I guess I’ll have to wait a little longer then to get a glowing review as more than just a friend then.” he says finally and watches as her expression changes, her eyes widen and her lips part. She glances around, almost looking to see if this is a joke that she is not part of but certainly the butt of. 

“You don’t mean that,” she says, her mouth going dry. She can feel her heart pounding in her throat which only seems to worsen when she realises there’s no amusement on his face. “Anto.” she has no idea where she’s going with the start of the sentence and yet it stresses so much. 

“I can’t help it.”

“You can’t just say something like that if you don’t mean it.”

“I do though.” he says it quietly as nerves begin to eat at him. He clenches his jaw and she sees the muscle in his cheek twitch because of it. “I’ve been trying to squash the feeling because i didn’t think you felt the same and I’ve tried to ignore it and not bring up a conversation about it but I was looking at you tonight and there have been so many moments where I’ve just wanted to kiss you or just hold you in a way I can’t as a friend. And I realise you might not feel the same way and I’m risking everything by saying this but I just don’t want to keep lying to myself.” Antoine barely gives himself a moment to pause in case he won’t start again but it’s all out there now and he’s already hoping the floor would simply open up. 

“For how long?” she asks in a voice no more than a whisper. 

“Months. I haven’t wanted to ruin anything though.”

“Why now?”

“Because all I want for Christmas is you,” he says, forcing a cheesy grin onto his face as he delivers a joke to soften the tension. 

She turns away from the room, her back now facing where his teammates keep looking over to see how the conversation may be going, and looks at the man who has been her best friend for too long. “I’ve really wanted to kiss you too.”

“As a friend or…”

“Shut up and come here.” She rolls her eyes as she reaches forward and fills her hands with his shirt before pulling him towards her. Her eyes lock with his and all goofiness from moments ago has now gone. She only breaks eye contact to look at his lips as she lifts herself to brush her nose against his ever so slightly. 

“Ah, ah, ah,” he shakes his head. “I’ve just put myself on the line there. No kisses until I hear you say it back.”

“I would love to be down as your girlfriend and not just a plus o-” she doesn’t have time to finish her sentence, his lips are already brushing against hers and even though she’s closing her eyes, she can feel the way he’s smiling against her lips. “Stop smiling.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.” he says it firmly and kisses her a little harder, holding her by the bottom of her back and cupping his hand at her head as he deepens the kiss to not allow her a moment to utter another word. Instead, Rodri can be heard shouting “FINALLY” above the music and the cheering mirrors her thoughts.

[protect-daniel-james]

Surly you must have been the first person wit to write a pairing?

Many times!

I am most proud of being the first person (at least on AO3) to write Gavi/Pedri fic. (a month before others finally got it). Talk about trailblazing (/jk). It's still there. It's not a great fic - it's dumb fluff with no deeper meaning - but it was soft and it kind of "captured the moment" when everyone was starting to fall in love with them and their dynamic.

I was the second person to write Rakidrić, so it wasn't quite "first", but I still think my fics were a big contribution to the Rakidrić fandom in its heyday.

I wrote plenty of "first" fics of pairings that I think I am the only active shipper for lmao (= my fics are the only fics that exist about them), but I don't really care about the popularity of a specific ship. I would sooner write ten fics about Rúben Amorim/Ruud before writing a single fic about Neymessi or Jude Bellingham, simply because I don't care about these players at all, and don't wish to research anything/write anything about them (okay, I read Messi's biography once).

I posted the first full Jason Tindall/Eddie Howe fic, although I think we both agreed about them being the odd couple at the time. (I remember writing that specific fic because I just handed in my master's thesis in May 2023 and I was SO looking forward to writing football smut again lmao, I literally wrote the two fics about Eddie & JT so fast back then).

Unai fics are a whole other thing. Of course I wrote Unai/Mikel fics. And, quite obviously, I was the first one to ever write about Unai Emery getting it off with stadiums, Fútbol, language, etc.

I also wrote a couple of "first" fics in other fandoms too.

I am actually working on a couple of "first" fics now as well:

Kieran McKenna/Mark Ashton, Kieran McKenna/Michael Carrick, Kieran McKenna/Thomas Frank (Kieran's a (un)lucky guy, it's all in one fic)

Thomas Tuchel/Julian Nagelsmann

Diego Simeone/Antoine Griezmann/Giuliano Simeone

Andriy Shevchenko/(statue of) Lobanovskyi

So yeah! Give it up for the firsts!

[lenaswritingandstuff]

Jealous - Antoine Griezmann x reader (Part I)

Requested: Yes ("antoine griezmann angst plz! u guys have an argument about something, and ignore each other but then make up" - Anon)

Pairing: Antoine Griezmann x Female!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Antoine sees you with Mbappé and a big misunderstanding follows.

Word Count:  1.2k

Warnings: Angst, mention of cheating, false accusation

A/N: Sorry for the delay, college is hell! This is actually wayyy longer than I intended, so I'll do it in two parts :) I hope this is what you had in mind. Also please note that this is my first time writing angst so I hope it's not too cringe lol. GIF isn't mine. (I found the perfect one but it's too big for Tumblr 😫) ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE!

PART ONE

You had been Didier Deschamps’ assistant for a few years now, and you really liked your job, as helping the Coach with basically everything wasn’t that hard. You had a good relationship with him, and you were close to all the players. You had a sister-brother relationship with most of them – except for one. You had just started working for the team when Antoine first arrived, and you two instantly became friends, getting closer and closer every time you saw each other during international breaks. You two eventually fell for each other and started dating. Antoine made you the happiest you had ever been, and you enjoyed the idea of spending the rest of your life with him. Living in different countries – as you lived in France and he lived in Madrid – really was a challenge at times, but you both worked hard to make it work. It had almost been a year since you’ve started dating now, and the Bleus had arrived today in their home of Clairefontaine. You greeted each of them as they entered the castle, and tried your best not to treat Antoine differently – as while Deschamps was happy for you guys, he still asked for you and Antoine to remain professional. It was hard of course but you still managed to do it despite Antoine who constantly was winking at you and never missed an opportunity to give you a kiss or to kiss your neck when you where alone or in public while no one was watching.

The first day went smoothly, with a training session and the guys catching up with each other. While Antoine and the rest of the players were all doing a photoshoot for new official pics and the Coach was busy on the phone, you sat in the living room and checked the week’s schedule to make sure everything was okay when Kylian entered, still wearing his football kit from the photoshoot.

“Hey,” you smiled. “Already done?”

“Yeah, they only need a few pics for each of us,” the striker said, sitting next to you in front of the TV. “You should have seen the way Theo was trying to distract me with his stupid jokes.”

You and Kylian were basically the same age, but he still acted like a big brother towards you, the same way Hugo and Olivier did. His girlfriend was actually one of your closest friends, and you were very happy for them.

“Typical,” you answered with a soft laugh, shaking your head. The Bleus could be childish sometimes, and they often needed you to be their babysitter but you still loved them dearly. “By the way, you have an interview for a TV channel tomorrow and the day before the match, you and Didier have a press conference.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

After a second Kylian stood up all of a sudden, and went to grab a PlayStation’s controller.

“Hey, Y/N, wanna play?”

Since you had nothing to do, you accepted. You and Kylian played at FIFA, and you were actually doing great, having played countless times with the other members of the team over the years. You won a few games and Kylian won a few as well, and this time you both scored twice. You scored a victory goal at the last minute, and let out a victory scream before laughing but Kylian wasn’t having it.

“Come on, you cheated. Nah, nah, stop it, this ain’t happening. You cheated.”

“Oh, stop it,” you said after you controlled your laugh. “I just scored, that’s all. Maybe if you weren’t terrible-”

“You little-”

He grabbed a pillow from behind him and proceeded to hit on your face and your belly with it, accusing you of being a cheater, but you also grabbed the pillow next to you to hit him back. You both were out of breath from too much laughing when Antoine appeared at the door.

“Yo, man”, Kylian said, the pillow still in his hand. “Are they finished yet?”

But Antoine remained silent, and the cold look he had in his blue eyes was more than unusual. All joy left your body and your boyfriend turned around and left without a word.

“Oh come on, Grizi, don’t be silly-”

You didn’t hear the rest of what Kylian said because you immediately followed Antoine in another room.

“Antoine,” you called him, trying to walk as fast as him. “Antoine, please. What is it? What’s wrong?”

After a while, Antoine finally turned around to face you and finally spoke.

“‘What’s wrong’?” he said harshly, no longer hiding his anger. “Really, Y/N? I find you like this with another man and you ask me what’s wrong?”

Before you could answer, he turned back and started walking again in a corridor.

“Yes!”, you exclaimed, feeling exasperated.

You really were confused by Antoine’s behavior, as he wasn’t really the jealous type, and you made it clear to him when you started dating that his teammates were the brothers you never had and that nothing – mostly due to most of them dating someone or being married – would ever happen between you and any of them, or anybody else.

“You’re acting like this because I played with Kylian?!” you said, raising your voice. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

You prayed that it was all a joke, that he would turn around, laugh and take you in his arms saying “I got you again, babe!”. But Antoine didn’t turn.

“Antoine can you just stop acting like a fucking child for once?” you screamed.

You were now upstairs, in the corridor where the players’ bedrooms were. Benjamin and Presnel – who apparently finished right after Kylian and went directly to their rooms – put their heads outside Presnel’s door, probably wondering why you were screaming, but when they understood what was going on they quickly put their heads back and closed the door. Antoine let out a big sigh and turned around at last.

“I don’t get why you’re reacting like this,” you said with your usual voice, feeling sadness coming to replace the anger. “Me and Kylian, and the entire team actually, are just friends and you know it!”

“No, ‘friends’ don’t act like that,” Antoine retorted.

“We were playing around!” you raised your voice again, feeling frustrated and misunderstood. “You know Kylian and Emilie are dating and that he loves her! She told me they even talked about getting engaged!”

“Yeah, well, in that case he’s not better than you,” Antoine spat.

“Are you- Are you accusing me of cheating?” you asked, your heart sinking in your chest.

You couldn’t believe your ears. Antoine and you always trusted each other. At least you thought so. You saw Antoine being a bit taken aback by your question, and he thought for a second, the coldness and anger in his eyes not leaving.

“Well, who knows what was going on before I came? How can I know? Maybe you were kissing. Maybe you cheated with some other guys.”

As you felt tears coming, you suddenly heard someone coming behind you, and Paul put himself right next to you.

“Grizou, please,” he said with a calming yet firm voice. “You can’t say that, man. I can’t let you say that. I don’t know what you think Y/N did but you know she loves you and would never cheat. She’s our sister, nothing else. Chill the hell out.”

“Mind your fucking business,” Antoine spat. “When I want idiotic dances I’ll ask you.”

He gave you a look full of anger and even disgust before going to his room and slamming the door behind him. You couldn’t stand it anymore and started crying. Paul immediately tried to soothe you, quickly joined by Benjamin and Hugo, and you felt like your whole world was shattering in pieces.

PART II

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