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footballxixstars · 8 months

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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.

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sports-on-sundays · 22 days

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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.

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percervall · 1 year

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let it fall on you

Player: Antoine Griezmann Words: 863 Warnings: None, fluff, slightly suggestive ending Request: Snowball fight - you know that idiot is going to bring out his competitive side for this and not settle until he has a face full of snow or is on his back bc she's pushed him over.

For @footballffbarbiex, merry Christmas! I hope you like it <3

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“Hey babe, catch!” Antoine called from the other side of the car. She had been too focussed on not losing her footing on the frozen over snowy path leading from their holiday rental to the car to see what her boyfriend had gotten up to. They had plans to meet his parents for lunch before getting some last minute Christmas shopping in so her mind was preoccupied with making sure she locked the door and going through the list of who still needed buying for in her head. His parents had kindly offered for them to stay at their house but they had politely declined. There was no way Antoine could keep his hands to himself during this getaway (and she knew there was no way she could remain quiet enough if they shared a wall with his parents), so they had rented a cabin roughly 30 minutes from his parents’ house instead.

It wasn’t until she felt whatever he had thrown hit her against her shoulder, that she realised Antoine had thrown a snowball at her.

“Son of a-.. I could’ve slipped!” She stared daggers at him, wiping the snow off her coat.

“Sorry chérie,” Antoine replied, but his grin and sparkling eyes told her he was anything but.

“Oh, you’re on,” she muttered and quickly gathered some snow with her gloved hands, packing it down tightly. She threw the snowball as hard as she could, but of course Antoine’s reflexes were a lot quicker than hers and he ducked out of the way. She heard his laughter before another snowball flew past her head, hitting the tree behind her.

“Aim’s a little off babe,” she called out as she hunched down behind a holly bush. She quickly made a small pile of snowballs, and judging by the lack of snowballs being hurled her way, Antoine was doing the same. She knew that if she wanted him to lose, she had to work smarter not harder. She carefully made her way around to the back of the car, stopping every so often to make sure Antoine hadn’t caught on yet.

“You’re awfully quiet, chérie,” Antoine called out. She had just reached the boot of the car and hunched down, biting down on her lip to stifle the laugh that was bubbling up. She could see the gears turning in his head, trying to figure out what she was doing.

“Babe? Are you okay?” he asked, getting up from his crouch behind the car. This was her chance to get even. She carefully moved closer, snowball at the ready as she came up behind him.

“I’m just peachy,” she replied, waiting for him to turn around before throwing the snowball in his face. She managed to hit him half against his forehead and half against his beanie. Her sneak attack caught him off guard and Antoine lost his footing on a patch of frozen over snow. She laughed as she watched him tumble down flat on his back with a thud and a groan.

“You know what they say, revenge is best served cold,” she said as she came standing next to him. Antoine glared at her, but accepted her hand to help him back up. As soon as he took hold of her hand she knew she’d made a mistake when his eyes twinkled mischievously and his lips curled up in that grin she had come to associate with trouble.

“Antoi-..” The rest of the sentence died on her lips as Antoine pulled her down. She let out a shriek as she fell on top of him.

“What was that about revenge?” he asked her, a twinkle in his bright blue eyes. She hit him against his chest before trying to roll off him. Antoine tightened his arms around her and held her to his chest.

“You know how much I love having you on top of me, chérie,” he murmured, his eyes darkening. Heat spread from her core throughout her body at his words. Antoine had always had that effect on her; turning light teasing and flirting into dirty promises in the span of seconds which always left her more than a little flushed and breathless.

“I know, but it’s minus 5 degrees. I am not ready to lose a nipple to frostbite,” she retorted, trying once more to get up. Antoine let out a laugh at her words. She finally managed to get up from the ground and held out her hand once more so she could pull him up as well. This time Antoine accepted the help, but kept hold of her hand when he stood back upright. He pulled her closer to him, kissing her softly, which quickly became more heated. She gasped when she felt his cold fingers against the skin of her neck as he deepened the kiss.

“We don’t have time… Your parents-..”

“I’ll text my mother that the roads aren’t cleared yet. No way to get to town safely. Oh what a shame,” he interrupted as he moved them back towards the front door of the A-frame cabin.

“There’s always tomorrow,” he added, unlocking the front door and moving them into the living room.

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luvneymar · 1 year

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

# PRINCESS TREATMENT 2 — footballers

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

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

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

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

KYLIAN MBAPPÉ — expensive jewelry!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TRENT ALEXANDER ARNOLD — shopping spree!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ANTOINE GREIZMANN — rose bath!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

MASON MOUNT — roses!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Conflicting Emotions; Part 1

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

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

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

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

England lost the quarter-finals against France.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mason—" you began before being interrupted.

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

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

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

➪ read part two here

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penguintransporter · 3 years

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Daisies (a short “anyone you want it to be with” story) Part II

part I | masterlist

According to one of the many dictionaries around the world wide web, the word regret can be described as ‘a feeling of sadness about something sad or wrong, or about a mistake that one has made, and a wish that it could have been different and better’.

No human being is spared of the particular feeling of regret at some point in life, and as such, it exists to teach us new views and ways of doing things differently. After all, we, people are born to make mistakes, to repent and to carry the consequences of things we did or things we do, and in the end, we are made to learn from our experiences.

Still, humans wouldn’t be humans if there weren’t exceptions, and he knows he is one of them.

As he sits up and reaches out for his watch that had been resting on the bedside table, he adds another thing to, what it felt like, a never-ending list of the things he is going to regret sooner or later. Like hypnotized, he finds himself staring at time as it slowly ticks away – each second feeling heavier than the one before, and it takes him a good, full minute before he blinks and looks down at her.

She has a questioning look on her face, but she doesn’t say anything as she pulls the cream-coloured sheet over her chest, which in return, exposes her smooth leg that he eagerly touched, just a handful minutes ago, but now, it makes him sick just to think about his own behaviour. He feels like an awful person for using her as a distraction; for giving in into yet another act of intimacy that meant very little once the moment of bliss and satisfaction left his body.

But, fight fire with fire, they say.

He gives her a small smile – just a lift of one of the corners of his mouth before he looks away and smoothly gets up to put his clothes back.

Both his heart and his head were a mess.

The mess he created with his own behaviour and poorly made decisions.

What are you doing?

He wasn’t supposed to be there, in this minimally furnished bedroom, sitting half-naked at the edge of this enormous bed.

He was supposed to be on the other side of the city, at the airport, just like everyone else who cared about her, and as he slips his t-shirt on, he cannot help but wonder if she even had the tiniest clue about why he couldn’t bring himself to be there? If she expected his absence?

A coward at his finest.

Truth to be told, and he can only be honest with himself when he thinks, he wanted to be there.

He wanted to be there to give her a hug, to wrap his arms around her and breathe in the faint traces of her perfume that seemed to be stuck in every item of clothing she owned – daisies-patterned or not. He wanted to be there for her, like he should, to whisper in her ear to take care of herself and to call him often; to visit whenever.

More than anything, he wanted to admit to her how much he cares, and even if his own idiocy caused her pain in the past, he wanted to be a selfish bastard one last time and ask for another chance for a future together.

He wanted to tell her how much he wants her, every bit of her; how much he needs her.

How much he regrets that he let her slip away.

If only he had the guts to be there and to be honest with her for once. Maybe she would have changed her mind and stayed? Maybe she would have, just like in the movies, turned around just before boarding her flight? Maybe she would have ran into his arms and he was sure that he would have held her, never letting go.

If only.

He knows that he is being foolish.

To think that some empty words would change her mind and make her stay was the most ridiculous thing to do, because, how can he even begin to ponder that he deserves another chance? That he has any right to be selfish?

Deep down he knows that he doesn’t, because, when she held her heart on her sleeve for him to take it, he ignored it, pushing it aside; toppling it over with force and shattering it.

Because all the others were more interesting, more exciting, more everything.

He trampled over the field of daisies, leaving a trail of broken stems behind.

How can he even think that some words would make them heal; make them flower again.

“You can stay, you know,” she speaks as she props herself on her elbow.

He shrugs a little, getting up. “I have some plans for later.”

No, he doesn’t.

She doesn’t say anything, but he knows that she’s watching him because he feels her eyes following his every move, but he finds it difficult to look back. Ashamed, disgusted and annoyed with himself – that’s how he feels because he knows how wrong it is to keep this farce of a relationship going; to keep hurting her, to use her as a distraction. Many men and women would have been more than happy to have someone as stunning as she is as their partner, and at one point in his life, he was one of them, but now, nothing about the relationship felt right.

Empty, shallow conversation that didn’t matter, curt answers, with silence filled moments, and occasional sex was all that was left out of them ever since he realised he was in love with someone else. Ever since he began to imagine some other lips kissing him, some other body in his arms, some other fingers crawling at his back; some other breaths and moans against his cheek – his relationship with the girl who watches him curiously as he dresses himself in a dimly lit room he once was familiar with, deteriorated.

Daisies.

When he finally leaves her apartment, clutching his phone in his hand, he isn’t surprised to see several missed calls and few unread text messages – all of which came from the same person – his teammate, and one of the people who tried to take off the blindfold he carried over his eyes.

As his eyes scan over the screen, each line of the text slaps him harder than the previous one.

You should have been here.

You owe her that much.

Are you really not going to show up?

And then, the last slap that knocks him out – figuratively – is the photograph.

Five people that he cared about so dearly, all huddled together as they grinned at the camera, but his eyes stay locked at one face in particular, and that’s when the regret for not being there overwhelms him even more than before.

Is this how it will end?

Will their story end before it had the chance to begin?

Seeing their faces in that single picture; seeing her bright smile, and those eyes shadowed with sadness – he wishes that he was there as well, next to her, having his arms around his friends, pulling a face or telling a bad pun that would make them laugh before the flash goes off.

The watch on his hand ticks away slowly as he sits in his car, slamming the doors harder than he wanted to. Even if he starts to drive now, breaking every speed limit and ignoring every red light on his way, he wouldn’t be able to get there on time.

He wouldn’t be able to get there on time to hug her, to say every word that was on his mind; to make her stay.

Like writing a poetry book, he adds another verse of regret, lined up perfectly – one after another as he backs his car onto the road, taking the opposite direction to the one that would take him to the airport.

He was late.

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part III

Hope you liked the second part, there will be third part as well, if not tonight then mid-week. I had a really rough and busy patch at work last week so I wasn’t able to update. Make sure to check out my masterlist (pinned post), and to tell me what you think about this one. As before, I kinda want to tag people here because I think they are all amazing writers and mutuals.

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When I Was Your Man (Epilogue)

A/N: haha, you thought it was the end...well, it kinda was.

Words: 5k

I puffed out a sigh as I handed out the change to yet another customer. Looking at the clock I was relieved to see it would only take another ten minutes and I would be done for today.

My eyes were dropping unwillingly as I absently cleaned the counter. The kiosk I was working at was open 24 hours and it was almost midnight now. I had to take this as a second job after leaving my husband for good. It was enough to pay off the rent of a small apartment I was sharing with a fellow student called Lilou and buy some groceries. After I had left Antoine's house that day, I had handed over the divorce papers to his lawyer - whom I knew because he was also a close friend of Antoine's, stating clearly that I didn't want anything but the divorce, hoping they wouldn't have to contact me because of any marriage settlements and that I wouldn't have to see my husband again. Fortunately, they never did.

A slight ache filled my chest as I thought of him. The last time I had seen him was quite the tearful event and I had yet to forget his blue eyes brimming with water. I would never say that I regretted leaving...but I did miss him. A lot.

“You can leave now, Ads,” the old man, who was the owner of this little shop, told me, patting my back good-naturedly.

“Thanks,” I breathed, glad for the distraction, “I will come back by 6 tomorrow?”

“Sure thing, hun. Don’t overdo it.”

I chuckled, taking my jacket and opening the back door, “I’ll try.” He knew I had another job at the clothing store, which went from nine to five pm. It had to be like this, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to keep myself above the surface.

Trudging back home, I shivered slightly at the cool breeze but enjoyed it nonetheless; it was very refreshing after a hard day. And the fact that it was so nice and quiet at this hour was another plus. I remembered that one time I had went on a spontaneous midnight walk with Antoine.

“How do you know if you’ve fallen in love?” Antoine asked, his hands crossed behind his head as he strolled next to me.

“It usually starts with asking someone how you know if you’ve fallen in love,” I replied, thinking back on how I had asked his Gran the same question.

“Yeah, but how do you know the exact moment? Like, I can’t even tell when I’ve fallen for you,” he said, throwing his arm around my shoulder to pull me closer, “I just suddenly knew that I do.” My heart skipped a beat at his open display of affection.

“Well, that’s how it happens most of the time, I guess. You start liking someone and suddenly you love them,” I mused, “It could only take a specific, simple thing the person is doing that would make you realise it.”

“When did you realise it?” Antoine wondered.

“When I asked your Gran exactly what you just asked,” I chuckled and he giggled along, nuzzling my hair.

“And you?”

“Hm...I think when I saw you in my jersey,” he said thoughtfully and I rolled my eyes.

“Of course.”

“And when you were there when I received that Cup,” he continued, stopping in his tracks, “How you were there at every game with your veggie soup-”

“I didn’t bring any soup with me,” I pointed out.

“Shut it, I’m trying to be romantic,” he scolded, flicking my forehead.

“Okay, okay,” I laughed, feeling shy. It hadn’t been that long since we had admitted our love to each other and I was still not used to it, yet.

“I really can’t believe you’re still with me after all I’ve done,” he said quietly, grazing my hand with his fingers.

“Me neither,” I joked light-heartedly to which he glared at me playfully. I watched him close his beautiful eyes and bite his lips.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispered and my heart softened at his vulnerable state, “I sometimes fear you’re going to realise that and leave.”

Placing my hands on his cheeks, I pulled him closer to rest our foreheads against each other. “I admit I had thought a lot of times about leaving,” his breath hitched, “But I never did. And after everything is revealed now and there are no more secrets between us, there is no reason for any of us to go...” He smiled and leaned down to pull me into a passionate kiss.

Well, there had still been secrets between us and they were severe enough to make us drift apart.

So, here I was, walking down the same path I had once done with him in the pitch darkness. Three years later.

“Can you believe there only a few days left and we will officially graduate!” my roommate Lilou squealed, stirring the ramen in the pot.

I nodded with a grin as I chopped some vegetables next to her. Although it had taken a long while we had managed to establish a stable co-existence in the three years of living together. “I don’t think I will truly process it all until I have that certificate in my hand.”

“And then we’re going to be lawyers, yaaaay!” she cheered, “I’m so done with university.”

“Me too, my brain is all mushy after all these exams,” I said with a yawn, stretching my limbs.

“I still don’t get how you’ve managed to pass them all with two jobs at the same time,” she said, incredulously.

“Well, I did pass them all but not exactly with flying colours,” I sighed, disappointed.

“Who cares. You still got job offers and that’s what counts,” Lilou said, placing a bowl with steaming noodles in front of me, “Cheers!”

I laughed, “You forgot the vegetables.”

She pouted, “Are they even needed in ramen?”

“No, but they’re healthy,” I insisted, adding the chopped goods into the pot.

“No, but they’re healthy,” Lilou mocked and I glared at her playfully. “You’re like my mom.”

“She’s going to be happy that you have me as your roommate then,” I sniffed, stirring the noodles.

“She actually is,” she giggled just as her phone rang, “Oh! Mathis is calling! Excuse me.” I smiled fondly at her excitement as I watched her pick up and leave the room with a bounce in her step. Love can do that to you.

Looking down with a sigh, I absently proceeded to fill two bowls up, the ghost of Antoine jumping around me in happiness at the prospect of food.

“You seriously make the best food, Addy!”

I shook my head quickly and walked towards the small table in the kitchen just as Lilou came back.

“Sorry, I had to take that,” she said, eagerly taking one of the bowls for her.

“No need to apologise,” I replied and she smiled. “Mathis was just asking whether I had time tomorrow for a little dinner date,” she rambled as we started eating.

I hummed, “Good. As far as I know you’d be lazing around otherwise.”

She pouted, “Would not!” I raised an eyebrow and she sighed in defeat, “Okay, I would.”

“Anyways, you remember his friend Jacques from that party, right?”

“The one you forced me to go to?”

“Exactly,” she said, snapping her fingers, “He was the one with the super broad shoulders and great hair, you know?”

“I guess. Why do you ask?” I asked, dreading her answer as she smiled coyly.

“Well, a bird twittered me that he might or might not be very interested in having a date with you-”

I sighed.

“-and since he is too shy to ask, Mathis is suggesting a double date tomorrow.”

“No, thank you,” I said plainly and her face dropped.

“Oh come on, Addy!”

“Nope, I’m good.”

“Why though? You haven’t had a boyfriend in the past three years and this is your golden time. He’s such a gentleman, you would love him,” she tried to convince me but I shook my head resolutely.

“You know that I just got out of a marriage, Lilou.” I had told her one day when we had talked about past relationships and stuff, but not exactly what happened to cause a divorce.

“That was years ago, Addy. You can’t be hung up on the past,” she said softly and I wished it would be that easy.

“I’m not ready, yet, Lilou,” I said quietly, “And it wouldn’t be fair on any guy to date them with only half a heart.”

Lilou sighed, exasperated, “As mature as that sounds - and I applaud you for that - you don’t necessarily have to think you’re looking for a rebound. More like someone, who can help you heal with their love for you.”

“Even so, this is not the right time for it,” I said, swishing the noodles around in my bowl, “We’ll graduate in a few days and then I’m going to start working. I need to stay focused and dating would only distract me from everything I’ve worked for for so long.”

“I get that, really,” Lilou replied, staying silent for a second, “But I fear you will get stuck too deep into your career to ever find time for a relationship once you start.”

That was what I was aiming for but she didn’t need to know that. As nice as it would be to have a romantic happy ending, the world simply didn’t work like that in my case. Ever since my marriage I had developed major trust issues that I hadn’t been able to overcome, yet. Even Lilou, who I had known for years now and who never did anything to me, didn’t know half of the things that had happened in the past because I simply didn’t want to be vulnerable. And confiding in someone would make me vulnerable.

And not only her, I had kept everyone a good distance away. Jennifer, who had tried to reach out for me after that disaster of a party, left for England in despair after I had picked up only one of her calls, asking for some time alone and that I would call her back. Which I never did.

Olivier, who I hadn’t been that close to, but who still took my phone number from his wife to ask whether I was okay to which I could hardly keep my sobs in.

Gran, whose calls I didn’t even pick up but listened to her voicemails, her soft voice that used to be so soothing only sending chills down my spine after knowing that she had played with us like puppets.

My father, whom I was surprised had bothered to call at all only to hear him scold me for throwing Mother out of the hotel room. I had ended the call during his mid-rant.

All of them, who had been part of my everyday life (mostly), had been cut off without mercy. I simply couldn’t face them anymore without being reminded of that part of my life.

Though the past would always come back to haunt you.

And my past came to haunt me one day before graduation in form of my former best friend knocking on my door.

“Cateline,” I whispered, my throat turning dry in a second.

She looked at me with eyes so painfully familiar, so painfully friendly, reminding me of all the years we had shared together before Antoine came along, overshadowed by her cruel actions.

“Hey, Adeline,” she greeted me softly, swallowing nervously.

“What are you doing here?” I asked in shock, “How did you find me?”

“Well, I knew you were going to this university and I asked around a bit, showing a picture of you. It took me about an hour and a few embarrassing knocks on wrong doors to get here,” she said, chuckling sheepishly.

“Why would you come here?”

“I...can I come in first?”

“No.”

She winced at the cold tone in my voice and shuffled her feet anxiously. “O-okay. First and foremost, I came to apologise. And I know I’m three years late, but it took me that long to find the courage to actually face you again.”

“I don’t think an apology is going to get us anywhere, Cateline.”

“I didn’t expect that,” she said quickly, “I know we can’t go back to how we used to but I’d like to at least say sorry once-”

“Great, you said it. Now bye,” I said, trying to close the door but she held it open.

“Please, Addy. Hear me out!”

“What? What else do you want?”

“I would like to explain.”

“What do you want to explain?” I asked incredulously, raising my voice, “Like, seriously. What’s the point? I’m not going to forgive you and no reason on earth can justify that you slept with my husband whilst faking a friendship with me!”

“It wasn’t fake, Addy! Come on, we’ve been friends for years before Antoine happened.”

“Yes, did you ever think about that when you met up with my ex behind my back?”

She breathed in shakily, “Yes. Of course. I felt so guilty. But I couldn’t help but fall for him and when he reciprocated my feelings...it just happened.”

“Yeah...because stuff like that just happens,” I muttered, rubbing my forehead as a headache was forming. “Cateline, there’s really no point of you being here.”

“I...I’m sorry, Adeline,” she said with tears forming in her eyes, “And I wish I never let a guy come between us.”

I nodded, sucking my lips in as my own eyes watered slightly. “Me too.”

She gulped, nodding as well before she slowly turned around to leave when she halted and faced me again. “I also have something for you...from Antoine.”

My breath hitched as she held up a ring; my stolen wedding ring to be precise. “H-how?”

“I had talked to Antoine to apologise to him as well before I came here. He told me that he flew over to Russia to search the boy, who’s stolen it from you, but never had to courage to face you after he found it...we’re pretty similar in that aspect,” she chuckled weakly as I kept staring at the sparkling wedding band, “So he asked me to give it to you in his stead.”

My hand shook as I picked it up, swallowing tightly. “...thanks.”

“If you can, you should forgive him. He’s taking this divorce pretty badly.”

“Ditto,” I replied quietly, my voice breaking slightly.

The next day started with red, puffy eyes and a pounding headache. Not the best way to begin your graduation day.

“As if I’m hungover again,” I grumbled, remembering that one time in Russia where I had woken up the same way, only that I was naked and had lost my virginity. I chuckled. Even up to this day I couldn’t remember a single thing from that night.

“Addy! Get up!” Lilou yelled from the other room, “Today is the day!”

“I’m up,” I shouted back, running a hand over my face with a groan.

“Now, there’s the grad girl,” my roommate said as she strolled. She flinched, “Holy shit, you look like crap!”

“Thanks a lot,” I grumbled.

“What happened?” she wondered, settling down on the bed next to me.

“Nothing much. Just the past haunting me,” I said vaguely.

“Ah, right...what?”

I chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. Right now, I just wanna celebrate how we are over with university now!”

“Okay...You better get ready then. The ceremony starts in two hours!”

I took a long, hot shower, trying to forget about yesterday’s encounter. It might have not helped that I had stared at the ring all night, all memories flooding back that I had tried to so desperately to push down. ‘You graduate today, Adeline,’ I thought to myself, ‘A new point in life is starting for you. Focus on that.’

Stepping out of the bathroom, my eyes immediately caught sight of the ring on the bed. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I went over and picked it up, observing it quietly. It wasn’t big or fancy, just a small silver band with a small diamond and our names engraved on the inside.

I put it on my ring finger, reminiscing in the familiar feeling of it. My chest burned at the nostalgic rush that went through me. I knew I was missing him deeply.

“Addy! Mathis said he would pick us up in about an half an hour. Be ready!” Lilou exclaimed, efficiently breaking me out of my stupor.

“Crap,” I muttered, still in my bathrobe and my hair dripping wet.

Blow drying my hair had never taken so agonisingly slow as I tried to do my makeup at the same time.

Finishing up I grimaced at my own face. “Eh...could be worse,” I muttered, cursing under my breath when I only had another ten minutes left. I rushed over to the small wardrobe, eyes flicking through the three dresses I had.

I bit my lip, fingering the one I had been wearing at the last party at Antoine’s home. It would have been a nice blissful day, a sweet memory if everything had gone the way I had expected it to. I wondered if the people present at that party still remembered me and the most humiliating moment of my life, whether they were laughing about it or pitying me.

“It’s a really cute dress,” Lilou said from behind me, causing me to flinch in surprise.

“Dear God, when did you come in?”

Lilou giggled, “Around five minutes ago. I was wondering when you would stop spacing out but it got boring after a while.”

My eyes widened when I heard a knock on the front door. “Put it on, I will entertain Mathis. If you know what I mean,” my roommate said, winking suggestively. I rolled my eyes but did as ordered, swiftly putting the dress on.

“I’m done, stop snogging each other,” I said, walking past the smooching couple on the couch as I grabbed my purse.

Mathis chuckled, “Hey Addy. You excited for today?”

“Obviously. I’ve been waiting for this for three years,” I said with a grin, which he reciprocated.

“I can tell. I remember when I graduated-”

“Which was a decade ago, now chop chop. We’re late,” Lilou cut him off, rushing past him and outside.

We followed her with her boyfriend grumbling, “It was only two years ago.”

I had to admit I almost teared up when I finally received that scroll up on the stage with a crowd cheering in front of me. I shook the headmasters and professors’ hands before looking over at the mass of people. I could see them all clapping out of simple politeness, which was a bit depressing to think about. But I smiled when I saw Mathis and Lilou hollering like crazy whilst Jacques stood next to them, trying to pretend he didn’t know them.

Laughing at them I carefully climbed down the stairs, hoping not to trip like the one before me.

“We did it!” Lilou squealed, squishing me into a hug after the ceremony.

“Yes, we did!” I exclaimed, not being able to contain myself.

“Group hug!” Mathis yelled, crushing us both against his chest and Jacques joined in with a laugh. I felt warmth at their action and squeezed them tightly as they shared this special moment with me.

“We gotta celebrate this,” Jacques suggested and we nodded in agreement.

“Sounds great! I’m gonna tell my parents real quick!” Lilou agreed eagerly, tugging Mathis along with her.

I bit my lip at the sudden silence, smiling awkwardly at Jacques, who had his hands stuffed in his pockets and a shy grin on his face.

“Congratulations,” he cheered with a laugh, squeezing my arm gently and I chuckled.

“Thank you, I still can’t really believe it. It’s like a dream.”

“Yeah, I felt that way too...you will wake up on your first day at work,” he said, causing us both to laugh. “You know where you’ll start, yet?”

“I got a few offers but I don’t know, which one to accept. It’s a big decision.”

Jacques nodded. “Take your time.” Another silence and I sighed inwardly at the awkward tension, trying to come up with some topic when he spoke up again, “Hey, um...can you tell me why that guy over there has been staring at you for the past three minutes?”

“Huh?” I turned around to follow his line of sight.

“It’s kind of creepy,” he commented, nodding in the general direction. My eyes widened when I met Antoine’s.

“What on earth...,” I muttered, my heartbeat quickening. I watched him shuffle nervously before he strolled over in an overly casual but determined manner.

“Do you know him?” Jacques asked though I could only hear him vaguely. I glanced around panicked, not knowing whether I wanted Antoine to come over or not whilst he kept getting closer.

“Adeline,” he spoke and I closed my eyes, listening to his melodic voice after being deprived of it for so long.

“Hey, mate. I don’t know who you are, but please don-”

“Jacques,” I interrupted him shakily, “Don’t worry, I know him. Could you leave us alone for a minute?” Mathis’ friend looked down at me with a crease on his forehead before nodding and walking off.

I hesitated in turning back to face him but did so anyways, looking at his sneakers.

“Can you please look at me?” he asked, his voice pained. Taking a deep breath I glanced up. My heart rate took a screeching halt when I gazed into his ocean blue eyes and I almost gasped at the amount of emotions that rushed through me.

He smiled slightly, his eyes flickering through my face as he took in my appearance. I cursed myself for not taking care of my makeup but then cursed myself again for even caring what he thought when I tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. “You look great. Graduation suits you well,” he said, chuckling slightly.

I nodded. “Thank you.”

“E-ehm...congratulations by the way,” he stuttered and he held up a bouquet of my favourite flowers for me that I hadn’t noticed until now. I took it, almost flinching at the electric shock that rushed through my veins when his fingers brushed mine.

“Thank you,” I said again mechanically.

“Um, I found out the ceremony is today and wanted to congratulate you in person...despite everything that happened I wanted to say I’m really proud of you,” he answered my unasked question, scratching his neck.

“Thank you...” I cringed at how repetitive my responses, “I-I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting you or anyone for that matter to come. It's quite the surprise.”

“Well, I’ll be glad to surprise you once more. Jen and Olli are waiting eagerly to congratulate you as well,” Antoine said with a grin as he looked behind me. And not a second later did I jump when two bodies collided against my back.

“Congratulations Addy/Snoring Beauty!” The Giroud pair shouted from the top of their lungs.

“You guys! What are you doing here?” I asked in delighted shock as I turned towards their beaming faces.

“Girl, you think I would miss your graduation?” Jennifer asked, crushing me into another hug. I felt tears well up in my eyes as I wrapped my arms around her as well. Despite the fact that I had pushed them away they still decided to come over and spent the most important day of my life with me.

“You...I...this-” I stuttered, trying to portray my gratefulness and say sorry at the same time but I was too choked up.

“We get it,” Olivier said, patting my head affectionately. I smiled thankfully before being reminded of the person standing behind me.

“Oh my God. Is that Antoine Griezmann and Olivier Giroud?” Mathis exclaimed in shock as he approached us with Lilou and her parents.

“Friends?” Jennifer asked, still holding onto my arms, and I nodded. “Then yes, they are,” she said with a grin and I chuckled when I saw Mathis seemingly close to fainting. He was a passionate football fan to say the least.

Antoine cleared his throat, catching my attention again. I observed him shoot the Giroud pair a demanding look to which they reacted immediately.

“I bet, you’re a big fan,” Olivier said, approaching Mathis with Jennifer, “Let’s talk about how much of a fan of mine you are over there.”

And once again, I was alone with my ex-husband. “Um, thank you for coming,” I said too politely.

He nodded and I felt a bit uncomfortable at his intense gaze. “Addy,” he started softly and dared to take a step closer, sighing quietly in relief when I didn’t move away. “I-I had a whole speech planned out about what I would say when I saw you again, but somehow I can’t remember a single word of it,” he chuckled almost desperately.

I took a deep breath. “You had Cateline give me the wedding ring...,” I trailed off, waiting for him to fill me in on the ‘why’. I had been racking my brain over this ever since I had received it.

“Oh right! She gave it to you then, good. I wasn’t sure she would,” he brightened up before he tried to shrug it off, “Yeah, it was crazy. I suddenly got a package from Russia, seems like the police has found the boy and got your purse bac-”

“But...she said you flew over and searched for it?” I wondered with furrowed eyebrows and he blanched.

“O-oh, she told you?” Antoine cleared his throat, sighing, “Yeah ok. I admit, I went there. I first wanted it for myself so I had something from you to hold on to...” I swallowed slightly at his confession, feeling a tiny spark of warmth spreading out of that emptiness in me, “But then I thought I would give it to you instead...since it actually belongs to you.”

I nodded, “I will keep it.” He beamed and I glanced down at the flowers in my hand, not being able to see him without feeling like my heart would jump out of my chest.

Hearing him gulp I got startled at how close he had gotten at this point. “Addy, I know...I know I screwed up real bad and there’s no way you can forgive me...but forgive me, please?” he ended sheepishly.

I huffed out a laugh at his blunt ways, causing him to beam in happiness. “Antoine, I...I think I’m actually in the process of forgiving you.”

“Really?” he breathed out in shock.

“Yes...I miss you a lot-”

“I miss you, too! God, Addy. You-You don’t know how much I miss you,” he said earnestly, his warm hand gripping on my arm softly.

“-But...,” his smile faded, “...even if I’m able to forgive you someday, I won’t be able to forget.” His hand fell off and he closed his eyes, furrowing his brows in agony. “It wouldn’t be a healthy relationship, Antoine.”

“Better toxic than nothing, eh?” he suggested, chuckling weakly.

I shook my head with a smile, “I’m grateful that you came, really.”

He nodded, running a hand through his hair. “I’m glad I came, too. At least I got to see you again for a few minutes.”

“Yeah, it’s been a while.”

“Three years and 16 days,” he said, “Not that I’m counting.”

I laughed slightly before shaking my head. “Sure. Do y-”

“Hey, so Mathis said you’re going to celebrate at some Italian restaurant,” Olivier cut me off as he jogged over, “We should get going.”

“Oh, you gonna join us?” I asked, smiling brightly and he nodded eagerly. “For sure. Come on, you guys. They’re waiting!” he said, already turning around and jogging back where he had come from.

“Ehm, I probably shouldn’t join,” Antoine said as I opened my mouth to speak, “I gotta go anyways.”

I tried not to show my disappointment. “Okay then. I should go over, the others are waiting.”

“Right! Right...” Antoine stepped forward and my heart pounded in my chest when he leaned in tentatively to kiss my cheek. “Congratulations,” he whispered, his breath brushing my skin and causing goosebumps to erupt. I tried to breathe as evenly as possible when I felt him push something into my hand. Glancing down I took hold of the brown envelope that he gave me, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

"What is this?" I wondered, looking up into the shining eyes of my ex-husband. He smiled slightly, "Just something I wanted you to have for a long time. I'll see you around."

"Ehm ok," I replied dumbly, wondering what he meant. I couldn't see him around, he was working in Spain. He waved goodbye as he turned his back around.

I couldn’t tell how long I watched him walk away even after he was out of sight, willing my body not to run after him and cling onto him like a koala. Pain seared through me at the thought of never seeing him again but I knew it was better this way. It was better this way, right?

Reaching into the envelope numbly, I was confused at the amount of papers in them, especially at the once that were ripped in half. Taking out one of the papers that was not ripped I read through the first paragraphs. It was a contract for a football team, Paris St. German, signed by Antoine. My jaw dropped, 'He left Atletico?'

Shaking my head in shock I proceeded to fish out the other papers, trying to discern what was written. It only took me two seconds to recognise the divorce papers, signed by Antoine and me. And ripped to pieces. "What...," I whispered. Did he never-

I peeked into the envelope again for some kind of answer when I noticed another small piece of paper, folded in half.

His old number was scribbled on it with a few simple words:

I won't give up on us, Patricia. Your Spongebob.

End. For real now.

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Antoine Griezmann Masterlist.

I apologise for any format issues. There are no spacing problems when I post the update but for some reason, the app likes to mess things up :( Typos are my own errors though.

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Prompts, blurbs, song blurbs, Dating Would Includes:

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77 - Are You Jealous? Becoming a one shot.

124 - Take That Back / Heat Of The Moment (smut).

150 - What On Earth Are You Wearing?

168 - You’re In Trouble Now

152 - Stop Texting Me Weird Stuff So Late At Night.

She Falls Asleep

Dating Would Include…

Shower Sex.

Watching Me Watching You

Tying his hair up (smut)

Losing Their La Liga Title.

Cut The Hair.

The Pregnancy Hunt.

Baby Daddy Anto.

Dancing Anto.

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One Shots.

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Match Day. Antoine’s disappointed that his girlfriend hasn’t supported him.

Puppy Love. Antoine’s girlfriend is surprised on her birthday.

Permission Not Granted. Antoine doesn’t trust his girlfriend to behave on holiday.

Great Ex-Pectations. Antoine comes face to face with his ex girlfriend several years after a messy break up. (Part two has been requested.)

Campfire. Antoine’s girlfriend takes him camping and away from his home comforts.

Rehab. A break up is never easy.

Catching Feelings. They’re both hiding a secret from each other. If the truth comes out, is it for the better?

Kisses. Antoine really wants to french kiss her.

It’s Just Numbers Right? When Antoine’s girlfriend is asked about their future, she becomes worried that their relationship isn’t serious.

Little Griezmann. Antoine is broody.

When Two Becomes... His girlfriend has some big news....

French Quiz. Antoine’s girlfriend is learning French. He’s building up to her learning a whole different set of phrases…

He Who Wants It All. With the World Cup trophy firmly in his grasp and all eyes on the team, Antoine has one more thing that he hopes he can achieve…gaining a fiancé.

Kissing Antoine’s Neck. She’s really got a thing for it.

Night In. Antoine misses his girlfriend.

Nursing the sick one. Usually Antoine fakes it, but this time, he’s really sick.

Washing dishes They’re living in domestic bliss.

Snowball Fight. He’s a big kid really.

Making homemade tree decs. Well, Christmas really is the time for giving....

I Wish I Was There. Antoine’s girlfriend is pregnant and due to give birth at the World Cup Final.

Centerfold. His girlfriend is a model and when one magazine issue comes out, Antoine is left feeling insecure.

Hoe Hoe...Oh. With a night of passion on her mind, Antoine’s girlfriend is in for a surprise of her own.

Go Through This Once. Antoine’s girlfriend is a flight attendant, and not wanting to spend their anniversary alone, he decides to join her on a flight.

Oh, She Did. During a summer of pranks, Antoine’s Madridista girlfriend gets the final say.

One Of Many. Antoine puts on a charity event.

Bringing Home The First Family Pet. It’s furbaby time in the Griezmann household.

The Mask. Antoine’s girlfriend can’t possibly be cheating on him with his friend...can she?

Regret Never Tasted So Sweet. A wintery walk in Paris makes a loved up couple hungry.

The Sneak Attack. Halloween plans can always wait.

Take Off. Antoine’s girlfriend is scared of flying and he does what he can to take her mind off it.

Would Like To Think Yes. Antoine thought he’d set up the perfect first date. He was wrong.

Soulmates: Tattoos pt 1. They thought it was a one night stand but fate had other plans.

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Smut. Sexual content. Mature.

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Under My Skin. When Antoine books a tattoo, he didn’t expect the chemistry to be there but he cannot ignore it.

Making Out. Light smut. During their make-out sessions, Antoine has never been good at keeping his hands to himself.

Heat Of The Moment. Antoine lets his temper get the better of him, needing to see something from his girlfriend but has he taken it a step too far?

My Captain. Feeling that he needs some form of reward for the accomplishment of wearing the captain armband, Antoine’s girlfriend comes up with a plan…

Wet The Bed. All Antoine wants to do is be between her thighs and giving her oral.

Detention. It’s Antoine’s birthday but he’s stuck at work....

You Don’t Own Me. He’s always had a thing for her and when a strange proposition presents itself, he can’t say no.

Rated 18. Antoine is bored during the film and there’s one way to distract her....

Tattoo Deep. Frustrated with a loss, Antoine has one way of relieving his stress.

More Than The Jersey. Antoine’s girlfriend isn’t showing her support quite as much for his new team as she had for his previous.

Sinful Sunday Three. He’s her new neighbour. He didn’t like her ex.

The Second Trophy. Antoine’s just won the World Cup with France, but now he wants something else.

His Distraction. A bad loss means he needs something to take his mind off.

Good Morning Again. A trip away was certainly needed.

Follow Me. Antoine thrives on his subscribers. But the one person he wants to watch and subscribe is his housemate.

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SERIES:

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Shhhh. Completed. / Say It.

It was never supposed to happen. It shouldn’t have happened. But things lead from one to another and dot dot dot.

Always.

Sequel to Shhhh.

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Falling

Summary: With a broken-down relationship barely behind him, Antoine intended to return to University and get on with his life. What he hadn’t anticipated was to find you in his classroom. Everything about you he needs, even though he knows it’s wrong. You know you shouldn’t, but sometimes, fate interferes whether it’s wanted or not and until you both can figure it out, all you can say is, “yes Sir.”

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Tear You Apart

Summary: In a world where you don’t physically age past 25 unless you meet your soulmate, at 39, divorced and trying his hand at coaching after retiring from football, Antoine really isn’t looking for love; especially not with his daughter’s friend who is about to stop her own aging process. With his moral judgement compromised and fate trying to intervene, Antoine quickly learns that meeting a soulmate doesn’t mean that happiness comes easily. Warnings (if you don’t like these, do not read the fic. You’re responsible for what you consume): age gap (39-25), voyeurism, angst, oral sex (male and female), squirting/multiple orgasms, cream pie, secret dating, sexting, exchanging of pics, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, mutual pining. (More may be added later)

Chapter One.

Chapter Two.

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A Kiss From Death.

Summary: After spending centuries observing the mortal realm from behind the veil, Death wants to experience Earth in all of its splendour. In the form of a human vessel, he’s able to enjoy the highs and lows of living, rather than the opposite and the only existence he’s ever known. Finally able to live, Death realises humans are fickle, far more vulnerable than he thought possible and finds out first hand that love really does strike hard and fast.

Introduction updates:

Chapter One.

Chapter Two.

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football-rambles · 6 years

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Dress

Number 12 in the reputation Series!

Words: 2545

Characters: Antoine Greizmann x Amelia

This one is dedicated to @thestarofthesea

Our secret moments in your crowded room, they got no idea about me and you.

Amelia hated parties. In fact, she much rather be sat on her sofa indulged in her favourite TV show or book, but considering the party she was throwing at Antoine house she couldn’t.

She stood in the familiar kitchen, sipping her red wine. She scrunched her nose over the glass of wine as she looked around at the people that was crowding around his house.

There was so many of them, she mused. She liked his house so much better when it was quiet, where it would be his team mates from time to time.

But right now, it was full of tipsy people. The scent of alcohol floating in the air and the cold night air breeze was blowing from the open windows and doors.

As her eyes flittered over to where Antoine was stood, with Torres talking to a group of people, she couldn't help the small smile that crept on her face.

Her best friend had worked very hard and definitely deserved this celebratory party. If it was to celebrate his achievements she wouldn't be throwing this party. She continued to sip her wine as her eyes lingered longer on Antoine.

It was almost as he senses her gaze as he turns to meet her eyes. He gave her a small smile as she raised her glass in a congratulatory gesture.

All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting

His smile grew wider, but didn’t look away. Amelia placed her glass on the side as she looked back over to him. She could tell that he started to tense a little as she bit her bottom lip nervously as his eyes grew wider, she went back to drinking her wine.

Best friends, don’t have them sort of moments, right?

It was frustrating to say the least, they now seem to be stuck in this strange dance. Amelia had this feeling that started after the wedding they had attended a few weeks ago.

She had attended with Antoine as a favour to help him seem less pathetic after Erika had left him. So, when they claimed they were dating to their surprise Erika had spoken out, in a defeated tone.

“It was only a matter of time, I’m not surprised” She told somebody.

Ever since then, their gazes seemed to linger longer than usual and his eyes seemed to turn darker whey they spoke. Even casual touches between them didn’t seem casual anymore.

Amelia did wonder if she was imagining the moments between them, but that as probably not true no one imagines eyes darting over lips frequently in conversation. Shaking her head, she drained her glass aware that Antoine was watching her.

She knew something brewing between the two and any idiot who watched them could tell yet, she wasn’t sure she didn’t want to get ahead of herself and ruin everything.

She was probably being cowardly but she much rather be a coward than deal with situation and ruin her friendship with Antoine.

When it was just the two of them, the tension was almost palpable, but with both of them, trying to ignore it, there were moments like this one where he was wearing a black shirt and dark jeans, that her hands would be shaking from holding back from him.

Shuddering slightly, she refilled her glass and continued drinking for a while, over the next couple of hours many moments of silence exchanges between them. It was like there little secret they only knew about.

When Amelia walked into the bar one day to meet Antoine, it was near closing time, but working late made it this time.

Amelia walked over to the bar where he was sat, waving a ‘hi’ as she sat across from him. He mumbled to fetch a drink from the other side of the bar so she just observed him. She knew she was staring but watching those movements. She almost rolled her eyes at her pining, she decided to check her phone in hope that was distract her, so here she was scrolling through Instagram.

She was really tired, of all the pining and anticipation that he would make a move on her. He clearly wasn’t about to, because there was clearly nothing there. She was just imagining that the hopeless romantic she is.

After about 15 minutes she heard Antoine voice as she walked from the other side of the bar and approached her sliding wine glass towards her, and she took it with a smile on her face.

Amelia looked up as he had a peculiar look on his face, it wasn’t angry but mixed with excitement and thoughtfulness.

Antione only recently noticed how blue her eyes were and full her lips were. They had known each other for years now and admittedly he’d always thought she was an attractive woman.

But at the wedding, they had both taken their roles seriously, she had flirted with him openly and was hooked onto his arm all the time.

Amelia even planted a kiss or two on his cheek and he could of swore he’d seen her eyes dart towards his lips at one point.

Intrigued by her forwardness he had kissed her cheeks too and kept his arms around her shoulders throughout the time they were there.

Erika lack of surprise had definitely surprised him, he could tell that Amelia was taken back. As the wedding closed he wished they could continue the game a little longer and on the way back home though they both we’re laughing he found himself thinking that the game could go on and that their pretend game was real.

After that he found himself staring at her quite often, yet she always stared back.

He noticed she tucks her hair behind her ear from time to time when they we’re deep in conversations, eyes nervously darting to the floor, He’d had known her long enough to know what it meant. He thought they were laying low for a while may help, but quite frankly didn’t.

“So, how's it going?” Amelia asked, sipping her wine slowly.

Antoine eyes flickered to her face, searching tilting his head a little taking a swig of his beer and nodded. “Good actually” He replied, still lost in thought.

When he didn’t say much else, Amelia thought something was wrong, she observed him for a few moments trying to work out if this was going to be where he tells her if she should leave him alone.

Lost in her thought herself she bites down on her lower lip, but was broken out her thoughts by Antoine.

“Stop that” He growled.

She looked at him in surprise wondering what exactly she needed to stop. “Pardon?”

“I- I just” he trailed off shaking his head, then muttering “Stop biting your goddamn lip”

“excuse me?” Amelia said, confused. What was that even supposed to mean? She was just biting her bottom lip, something she has done since a child.

“Why?”

Antoine sighed running his hand through his curls. Antoine cut her off “Screw this waiting and patience shitting deal” He muttered

“What?” Amelia asked.

Was he drunk?

“Amelia, I’m going to ask you a plain and simple question, right?” He said cautiously.

“Alright” She replied placing her wine down on the bar.

“I- I Um, I know we’re best friends, and have been for years.” He started nervously, as she walked holding a breath in.

“But... I want more. I... feel like we could just...you know... my best friend, but your also...” He trailed off with a sigh and finally looked at her eyes, fixed on her face.

“I don’t want you as a best friend”

“Me neither” Amelia replied quietly.

Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend

Amelia found herself standing at another party, this time in her own home. Her best friend Luna and Ryan had gotten engaged two nights ago, and she was really happy for them both.

Antoine hadn’t arrived yet and she was starting to feel a little crazy as she was dating for him. It had been just over five days since their last conversation at the bar.

At her response, he swallowed thickly and looked at her lips for a second before he jumped up and took Amelia hand and lifted her onto the bar which since had cleared, the bartender nowhere to be seen. Standing between her legs, he had cupped her face pulling it to his, kissing her senseless as her hands found themselves in his hair tugging hard.

She held to him, wanting to remember every moment, secretly noting that he was good as he always claimed to be. That night ended with a small kiss on her forehead and he drove her home, making sure she got in her house safely.

After that, they got swept with Luna and Ryan engagement and hadn’t really gotten the chance to talk about it and as she paced her living room she was freaking out about all the various possibilities. What if he changed his mind? What if the kiss felt flat to him? What if things changed for the worst? Thankfully Luna was on cloud nine to even recognise Amelia’s agitation. She didn’t want to explain because she didn’t know herself.

Amelia eyes kept flickering at the clock growing nervous as she sipped her glass of wine. She knew it wasn’t the best idea to get drunk but her nerves refused to calm.

I'm spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we're both drunk

As the buzz was starting to fill her head the crowd chatter started to get to her and she wanted time alone. Refilling her wine glass, she stumbled up the stairs to her bedroom to find two people. who she didn’t know was taking part in unholy activities in her bedroom.

How rude.

Not in the mood to say anything, she headed to the bathroom, stumbling slightly on the way there. She closed the door behind her and inhaled deeply, revelling the familiar sent of her shampoo the pale pink walls were spinning slightly or so she thought. Stumbling towards the bathtub as she climbs in sitting down in it.

It wasn’t all that bad. She noted quite comfortable if she was being honest, smiling slightly she sipped her wine slowly letting her mind wander. The quiet thoughts we’re broken when the bathroom door clicked open and the noise came flooding in the bathroom.

“Amelia” Huh? Everything seemed to have stopped.

She noticed with delight as the music faded away a little bit wow I must be really drunk’ she felt her smiling at his voice and all of her senses turned on him.

“Antoine!” She called and turned to look at him, he looked at her with amusement and gave her a smile.

He closed the door behind him and walked to the bath tub crouching down where her head was resting against the rim. “Sorry I’m late” He said, “I ran late at the gym then Ryan wanted to do shots when I got here”

Amelia then turned to face him, forgetting the glass of wine she was holding, Amelia pouted, as she looked down in the bath, wine trickling down towards the plughole. “I spilt wine in the bathtub”

“So, you did” He chuckled

“I’m going to be mad at myself tomorrow” She says biting her lip.

“Never mind” He said, reaching a lock of her hair tucking it behind her ear, brushing her cheek with his thumb as he did so, she leaned in to his touch with a soft sigh and smile at her him affectionately. He bent over and planted a kiss on her forehead.

She scrunched her nose as she smelt alcohol on him “You’re drunk”

“No, I am not, I had a couple of shots and a beer when I arrived” He smiled at her.

Amelia nodded and her hand was on his collar, she sat up straighter as she kissed him, returning the favour, when they broke apart, she gave him a grin. He stood up and offered his hand which she accepted carefully stepping out of the bathtub, Antoine gripping onto her arm steadying her.

Her fully took her in for the first time, since his arrival and felt his breath.

Amelia wore a red, strapless dress that stopped right above her knees, it clung to her showing her curves. While the skirt flared into pleats from the waist.

Feeling a gaze, she looked at him consciously “What?”

“your dress is -” He whispered.

“Do you like it?” She whispered.

“I like it alright, but-” Antoine was cut off.

“That’s a shame” She said giggling “I only brought this dress to take it off”

“but not enough to leave it on you” He finished with a laugh.

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

When Amelia woke up, it was still dark, hints of orange in the sky, where the sun was rising. When she tried to get up she felt an arm around her waist holding her down. Then the flood of images of the night before came flooding back.

As she felt herself blushing with disbelief and shyness, she realises that her head was tucked under his chin and she, very carefully turned herself, under his arm to face him but to her surprise he was awake.

“You’re awake early” She murmured

“I woke up just in time, I would say” He said, kissing her forehead.

They lay next to each other, in silence. Amelia still facing him began trading patterns on his chest. She waited for a sense of awkwardness to step in, but it didn’t. She would never have thought she would ever wake up naked next to Antoine at the crack of dawn, both of them covered in just a bed sheet.

Flashback when you met me your buzz cut and my hair bleached, even in my worst times, you could see the best of me

“Remember when we first met” She laughed thinking back at that match where they both met. “You had that awful hair do” She murmured, her hands going to play with his hair.

“Yeah and you had that awful bleached blonde hair” He chuckled, “Defiantly like it more now, it brings the blue out in your eyes.”

Sighing softly, she reached for his hand and intertwined her fingers in his. He brought their laced hands to his lips and soft kiss on her knuckles.

“He pulled her closer, to him and she rested her head against his chest. Both of them began to drift off to sleep again. But closer to sleep with their barriers down. They knew that they could wake up like that every day.

The both of them had gotten used to each other, so that neither of them could imagine their life any other way.

Both of them always knew to come back to the truth and that was they’d be there for each other no matter what.

You made your mark on me, golden tattoo, only bought this dress so you could take it off

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Under Daddy’s Protection • Antoine Griezmann

Child/Parent Prompt List • Number 9

“Don’t be scared of the monster. I’ve got you. Daddy will always protect you”

“Don’t be scared of the monster. I’ve got you. Daddy will always protect you,” Antoine whispered to your child as he picked them up off of the bed. Antonie had woken up to the sound of your child screaming and crying in their bedroom, so had you but Antoine said that he would go and collect them. Once Antoine made it into their room it was in near darkness except for the little night light which was still on but barely lit up the room. He could see two small arms reaching out for him and Antoine took them into his arms and cuddled them whispering calming things in French. They had been having the same nightmare for the past few days so Antoine was all prepared for this. He rocked them like always whilst telling them that the monster was no longer there and couldn’t hurt them anymore.

Eventually, the tears had stopped falling once Antoine scared away the monster but they still had a tight grip on Antoine's top and he knew that they wouldn’t be letting go of it anytime soon. He could either wait here with them to go to sleep and then put them back in their own bed so he could sleep himself or just bring them into your bed so the three of you could just go to sleep easier. Your child would feel both of your presence there and help ease them a bit and hopefully go to sleep easier and both you and Antoine would be able to sleep easier as well knowing that your child is safe and asleep.

“Do you want to sleep with me and mummy so we can protect you from the monster?” Antoine questioned them. He felt them nod against his chest and instantly picked them up along with their comfort blanket and teddy and started to take them to your room so the three of you could actually get some sleep. Antoine may have scared the monster away but he still knew that your child wouldn’t go to sleep easily, especially in their own room where the so-called monster currently is or was.

You were still awake when the two of them made it into your room and you lifted your head slightly to see Antoine carrying your child in before placing them onto the bed. Instantly they climbed in and cuddled up close to you who wasn’t even going to question as to why they were here with you. It did make sense even without an explanation. Also, you knew that your child would most likely tell you why just to put off going to sleep for a little bit longer.

“There was a monster under the bed but daddy scared them off but I’m still scared so I’m sleeping here tonight,” Your child told you as they climbed into the bed next to you grabbing their teddy and pressing them against their chest. You just hummed and allowed your hand to run through their hair hoping that would calm them down a bit and get them to sleep a little bit faster because they need to go to sleep right away or very soon. It’s late, they've barely slept or had a good sleep and if they don’t sleep much now you’re going to have a very moody and difficult child in the morning and for the rest of the day. That is something that you don’t particularly want to deal with.

“Good thing daddy scared off the monster then so we can have a good sleep,” You told them who nodded their head before snuggling down into the bed properly like they were about to go to sleep which hopefully they were going to do. It was silent in the room for a bit of time. Only the sound of the three of you breathing could be heard before your child decided to perk up once again. You knew that they weren’t asleep at that point but you were hoping that they would just lie there and fall asleep apparently not though they still had something to say even if you and Antoine were doing all of the tricks to get them to sleep.

“No monster?” Your child questioned Antoine once more just wanting to make sure about it. Make sure that there were no monsters around that would interrupt their sleep once again.

“No monster,” Antoine replied before your child fell asleep between the two of you. You looked at Antoine with some kind of admiration in your eyes, not that he could see or you could see him properly but still, you stared at him with some admiration before falling asleep yourself. You knew that you had picked the perfect person to be the father of your children as well as the perfect partner for you. He even scared away the scary monster.

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Come Home - Cristiano Ronaldo

For the Anon who requested CR7, I hope you like it! I got a little carried away with the length (as usual).

“Cris, you know I have nothing to hide from you. If you want to say something, just say it.” She was exasperated because he clearly had something on his mind, but he wouldn’t spit it out.

“Do you have feelings for Antoine?” She was stunned by the question, definitely not expecting it.

When they had first met, Genevieve was at the Santiago Bernabéu as Antoine’s guest. The two had been best friends since her father got her a job with the legal team in Atletico, 4 years ago. Her father -Laurent- was a well known lawyer in Europe, and she was trying to follow in his footsteps. When she met Antoine they had instantly bonded, with her family being from Lyon itself.

However, her nephew (much to her dismay) was a die-hard Madridista. So when he had begged her to take him to watch the famous derby, she couldn’t say ‘no’. She met Cristiano after the game. Junior had been sitting alone that day because Dolores had returned to Portugal for a funeral, and even though Cristiano knew it was a risk, he had trusted security with his son’s safety because there was no one else who could look after him at the time.

That ended up being a mistake, or a blessing depending on how you looked at it, because in the rush to leave the stadium after the match, Junior got lost in the crowd. Genevieve and her nephew -Michel- had been the ones to find him, and even though he was wary of the stranger asking to help him, he had accepted her hand as she weaved them through the crowd. He got along well with Michel and had easily led them to the change rooms - he had been there so many times that he knew the stadium better than most grown men.

So Genevieve had met Cristiano, and the two boys became close friends. The more they saw each other, the more often Cristiano would see Via (as Junior had nicknamed her) and the closer they became as well. It didn’t take long for him to ask her on a date, and they seemed to understand each other perfectly.

But when it came to her friendship with Antoine, the two were inseparable, and that was something Cristiano did not like. She had reassured Cristiano many times, but he had always been jealous that the Frenchman knew more about his own girlfriend than he did.

“He’s my best friend, but that’s all he is. There’s no romantic feelings between us at all. You already know that.” She was honest, and it bothered her that he kept questioning this.

“And in the past?” He clenched his fists when he noticed her brows twitch down. She usually did it when she was thinking about how to approach a certain situation.

“Does it honestly matter?” She nervously bit her lip, and he knew straight away that there had been something there, if there wasn’t still something there.

“It does to me.”

“Okay, well…we slept together once.”

“What?”

She sighed at his surprised and borderline enraged tone.

“I said-”

“I know what you said.” He snapped, interrupting her. “Why am I only just hearing about it now?”

He was beyond angry at the revelation, mentally cursing the Frenchman to the deepest pits of hell. But at the moment there was only one person to take that anger out on, and seeing as she was partly at fault, he had no problem doing so.

“I didn’t think it was relevant. It was only once, and over four years ago-”

“You didn’t think it was relevant?” He chuckled without humour, and she winced at how condescending it sounded. “My girlfriend spends most of her time hanging around a man she’s had sex with, and you think that’s okay?”

“Wait a minute, do you think I’m cheating on you? With Antoine?” She asked incredulously. It was an insinuation that hurt more than anything, if there was one thing she’d never condone no matter the circumstances, it was cheating.

“What else am I supposed to think?”

“Are you out of your mind? I would never-” Their shouting match was cut short when she noticed movement behind Cristiano. Her face soften when she saw Junior’s frightened face, and watery eyes.

“Junior, mon petit chou…why don’t you go back to bed, your papai will be up in a minute.” Junior hesitantly nodded and quickly ran away.

Cristiano didn’t know why it made him angry to hear how considerate and soothing she was being with his son, but he lashed out anyway.

“Don’t tell him what to do, you’re not his mother.” She looked as though he had physically struck her, and stepped back away from him.

It was a combination of factors that had hit her.

Thoughts of her own mother being the most dominant. Her family was torn apart because of her mother’s infidelity, and that was the prime reason she hated cheaters. That’s not to say that she hated her mother, she had never met the woman after all, but she knew that Cristiano was unknowingly putting them both in the same category by labelling her a 'cheater’.

Then there was the fact that he apparently thought she wasn’t even allowed to talk to his son. She had been looking after him whenever she could. She had taken him to matches, both his own and to watch his father play, she had taken him shopping, to the park, anywhere and everywhere that the boy had wanted to go, she even picked him up from school whenever Cris couldn’t. She would have literally done anything for him.

She had done more for the little boy in 4 months, than his last 3 girlfriends combined, and she wouldn’t deny that she had come to love him in that time. No, he wasn’t her own child, but she didn’t think that Cris would so blatantly disregard all she had done for him.

He was still mad, but seeing the hurt expression on her face forced him to turn his back to her. He didn’t enjoy seeing it on her face, and knowing it was his fault made it even worse. So he did the only thing he could think of, and only later would he realise how stupid it had been.

“Just go. Leave.”

With the tears finally spilling onto her cheeks, and Cristiano still not facing her, Gen had grabbed her handbag off of the sofa, and quickly made her way out the front door without a sound. His eyes clamped shut beneath his furrowed brows as soon as he heard the familiar engine start.

And then she was gone.

It was almost 10 o’clock at night when a frantic knock came from Antoine’s door. His dark brows furrowed in confusion, wondering who would be around at this time of night. He paused his game of FIFA, and walked over to the entrance.

The moment the door swung open, he was attacked.

Well, not attacked. But his visitor had practically thrown herself at him, her arms wrapping around his neck tightly as if he’d disappear at any moment. It only took a moment to realise it was Gen, and he held her tight when he heard the gasping sound of her breathing and the sniffles as her face burrowed into his neck.

He had no idea what was going on, but he had never seen her like this. Her body was shaking in his arms, and the protective instinct within him hit full force. Who in their right mind had hurt her this way? Who ever it was would be dying a painful death, that was for sure.

Anto loosened his hold on her, bringing his hands up to cup the sides of her face and tilting it back so that he could finally inspect her. He would have cringed at the red puffiness of her eyes, the few strands of hair that stuck to her wet face, and the way her lips wobbled -but he was far too angry for that.

“Genevieve, ma belle…who did this to you?” He had kept his tone quiet and calm, but he was raging beneath the surface. Still, he knew that if he made his anger known, she’d be hesitant to tell him what had happened. She wouldn’t want him to do anything, and they both knew he would get in trouble for his impulsiveness if he did.

“H-he said…he th-thought I,” she sniffled loudly, exhaling a shaky breath before continuing. “I would never…I’m not like her…I’m not.” She broke down after that, and he let go of her crumpling face so that she could return it to the crook of his neck, gently stroking her hair.

It wasn’t difficult to figure out who ‘he’ was, and it was even easier to figure out who ‘her’ was. He knew it was only a matter of time before the Portuguese forward hurt her. It wasn’t in his nature to hold onto the same woman for long, but Antoine had genuinely thought he had grown to love Genevieve.

“Shhh…it’s okay. I promise, it’ll be okay.”

“H-he s-said-“

“I know, Gen…and if he honestly thinks so little of you, then he can stay as far away as possible.”

“B-but I, I love h-him…”

Antoine's heart broke for his best friend.

Although it pained him to see her like this, he was slightly glad it had happened sooner rather than later. He already knew that Gen was in love with the man, but he really didn’t deserve her. Cristiano hardly knew how to hold onto a serious relationship, but Anto hadn’t wanted to ruin it for her by telling her of the man’s obvious commitment issues.

Seriously though? Genevieve cheating? It was a ridiculous idea. It was as if Cristiano was looking for any old reason to end his relationship with her, and he had used the stupidest one. Did he not know her at all?

So the Atlético forward stood there for another ten minutes until she became sleepy, stroking his best friend’s hair soothingly, and promising himself that he’d never let the man hurt her like this again.

Never.

As per usual, the media had instantly jumped at the opportunity to gossip when they realised that Gen hadn’t been to one of his games in weeks, nor had they been seen together in just as long. Everyone was questioning whether or not they were still together, or whether they had moved on to other people. It was something that hurt him to even think about.

But that wasn’t the worst part of it.

Junior had been asking when 'Via' would be 'coming home’. He had probably missed the woman more than his father, which was saying something. There was no one else -other than his grandmother- who he liked to spend time with.

Ah yes, his grandmother.

Maria Dolores dos Santos Aveiro was not happy with him. She had called him after seeing an article speculating the shattering of his relationship with Genevieve, and he could tell that she was unhappy with the thought.

So he had lied to her. He lied to his mother…the most important woman in his life.

“Cristiano? What is this I hear about you and Genevieve? Why are they saying you are no longer together?”

Cris shrugged, even though she couldn’t see him through the phone.

“I don’t know, mãe. She is a busy woman, and I can’t always see her when I want. The media is being dramatic again.” He bit his lip, struggling to force the lie past his lips. The line was silent for a moment, and he almost sighed in relief when she didn’t interrogate him further.

“Okay…well then, how about my grandson? Hand him the phone, I want to talk to my little man.” She always sounded so excited to hear from the boy, and it brought a genuine smile to his face.

Of course, things had gone downhill from there.

Cristiano should have known that his mother wouldn’t have left it alone. Instead she had used Junior’s sweet naivety to find out whether or not Gen had been around. The boy had told her about the yelling he had heard, before Gen told him to head upstairs, and then his grandma had politely asked him to hand the phone back to his father.

She proceeded to not-so-politely ask Cristiano what was going on, settling for using his full name in order to emphasise just how mad she was.

“Cristiano Ronaldo dos Santos Aveiro! How dare you lie to your mother!” He cringed at the tone of her voice.

“You tell me what happened, right now!”

And he did. He told her exactly what had happened, and Dolores rolled her eyes when she realised that her son was more of a caveman than a 21st century footballer. She knew he was possessive and that he was impulsive, but she had expected him to be more understanding by this age.

He was 31 now, and even though Irina had been his longest relationship, Dolores had a good feeling about Genevieve. The girl had a good head on her shoulders, and she made both her son and grandson very happy. She could see the way Junior lit up whenever his Via visited him, and seeing the same happiness on the French woman’s face was enough to reassure Dolores that she would make a wonderful mother one day.

Something that she hadn’t truly seen in Cristiano’s previous girlfriends. That’s not to say that Irina hadn’t liked Junior. She definitely did…but it sometimes seemed as if she was forcing herself to spend time with him, not because she wanted to, but because it was expected of her.

Gen just loved the boy.

So maybe Dolores had hoped that this relationship would be a little more…permanent. Cristiano needed a good woman in his life and Junior needed a mother.

But 3 weeks had passed by, and Cristiano hadn’t even made an attempt to approach his now ex-girlfriend. He didn’t know what he was expecting. He’d sit at home with Junior, wallowing in self-pity and waiting for her to burst through the door with a grand apology.

But he knew that was a ridiculous thing to be waiting for, for multiple reasons.

Firstly, after thinking for a long while, he had realised that she didn’t really have anything to apologise for. Sure, she slept with Antoine once upon a time -it still pissed him off to even think about the French pretty boy seeing her so exposed…and not just seeing-ugh. Disgusting.

Back to the point. She had sex with Antoine. But it was so long before they had started dating that it probably shouldn’t have bothered him so much, not to mention that he himself had a long list of past lovers. It still would have been nice to know. But Cristiano knew he was possessive, and the green-eyed monster had reared its ugly head and he couldn’t see past it. It ate him alive, knowing she was still spending time with the Frenchman, while he didn’t know the other man’s motives. He knew that for some reason women adored Antoine Griezmann, and Genevieve was no exception.

What if Antoine didn’t want to be 'just friends’? What if he wanted more, and what if she realised it and ended up wanting the same thing?

Cristiano knew it was a foolish thought. She loved him, he could see it. It was clear in the way she looked at him -because yes, he did pay attention to the little things- with an adoration that he hadn’t seen before. It wasn’t the typical lustful and sultry glance he was used to. It was a look so soft and full of love that he doubted he’d ever need to hear those words come out of her mouth. He knew.

Genevieve didn’t look at anyone like that. Not Antoine, only him.

He’d see it in the way she’d jump through hoops to make his son happy. Junior was more shy than most children, and maybe that was because he was so isolated from the world, considering Cris didn’t want the media bothering him. But he had never seen the boy take to anyone as quickly as he had taken to Genevieve.

Even the first time they had met, when Cristiano was losing his mind thinking the boy had gone missing, Junior had allowed the woman to hold his hand as she led him to his father. That in itself showed he had trusted her, because he knew very well to never trust a stranger. But Cris was grateful that he had in that instance.

And then of course, he could see it in the way she tried to make him happy, as if everything she already did for him wasn’t enough. She’d go to his games as often as she could, and had even -very reluctantly- donned a Real Madrid shirt with his name on it, despite being a rival fan. He knew that was sinful in her opinion, but it only showed him how supportive she was of him. She would babysit Junior while he was at training, and even spent time with his mother.

He counted a grand total of ex-girlfriends who had willingly gone out of their way to spend time with his mother. Zero.

Yes, he knew that she loved him, and that she would never intentionally do anything to hurt him.

So why hadn’t he approached her yet?

Because he was -for the first time- terrified of what she would say to him. What if his harsh words had been enough to drive her away permanently? What if she no longer wanted anything to do with him? Or what if, god forbid, someone else had already swooped in on a newly single Genevieve and she was moving on from him.

Hmm…no. He had doubted that was possible after only 3 weeks, but she was too good to go unnoticed.

Still, he was being a coward, and that had never happened before. So he had wracked his brain, wondering why he was all of a sudden acting like a fool and waiting around for her, and he could only come up with one answer.

He was scared to lose her for good.

Why?

Because he loved her…and he was done waiting.

Antoine didn’t bother suppressing the annoyed groan that left his throat as soon as he noticed who was at the door. His pale eyes glared at the older man, earning an eye roll in return.

“I get it...you don’t like me. I don’t like you either, but I’m not here for you.”

The Frenchman scoffed at his rudeness, but understood that Cristiano was probably still a little bitter about a certain revelation. They had never liked each other, but it was more than that now.

“What do you want?” His tone was a mix of bored and angry, and it reassured Cris that this wouldn’t be an easy conversation.

“I want to talk to Genevieve.”

“Why?”

“I want to apologise…I’ve come to terms with it."

“Really?” Antoine cocked a disbelieving brow. “So you’re okay with the fact that I had sex with your girlfriend? Took her virginity, in fact.”

Cristiano’s jaw clenched in time with his fists. “Why are you doing this?”

He truly couldn’t tell why Antoine was intentionally trying to provoke him. Did he enjoy rubbing it in his face? The virginity fact was new, and it only added fuel to the fire.

“Because I want to hurt you. I want to hurt you, just like you hurt her.”

“I didn’t mean-”

“I don’t care.” Cristiano looked surprised that he interrupted him, Antoine wasn’t usually one for confrontation. “I don’t care if you didn’t mean it, or that it was said in the heat of the moment.” He shook his head, raking a hand through his fluffy hair as he remembered his best friend coming to him in tears.

“Have you ever wondered why Gen doesn’t speak about her mother?”

Cristiano’s brows twitched down for a second in thought. He had never paid much attention to it before, but now that Antoine mentioned it, he had only ever heard of her father -Laurent.

“Her mother cheated on Laurent. When he found out, he made sure that she would never see Genevieve again…she tore their family apart, and Gen will never forgive her for that.”

It felt as if a stone had settled in Cristiano’s stomach, and he guiltily looked away from Antoine’s judgemental stare.

“You accused her of being the type of person she’s spent her whole life hating.” Antoine’s teeth ground together, before he spoke up once more.

“So, no. I don’t care that you got jealous over a drunken one-night stand that happened before we even became friends. I do care about my best friend coming home in tears, as if someone had ripped the heart out of her chest."

“I love her.”

“What?”

“I said, I love her. It’s why I am here…to tell her.”

“You’ve never told her that before.” Antoine mused quietly, he sounded like he was thinking aloud.

“How do you even know that?”

“I’m her best friend, she tells me things.” The Frenchman shrugged, as if that was all the explanation he needed to give.

“Okay, whatever.” Cristiano shook his head in exasperation. “Is she here?”

Antoine shook his head negatively, still deciding whether or not to trust the older man with his best friend’s heart. It hadn’t really worked out too well the first time. Sensing that Antoine wasn’t going to help him much, Cristiano sighed in annoyance.

“Look, if you want me to beg, fine. I need to see her, Antoine. I need her. Please.”

Antoine huffed out a breath, clenching his jaw as his pale eyes studied the desperate look on Cristiano’s face. He never thought he would see the -usually confident- man reduced to this. But it reassured him that maybe he was being genuine.

“She’s not here.”

“Then where is she?” Cris was getting sick of this. But he had misunderstood Antoine’s meaning, and the Frenchman quickly cleared it up when he realised.

“No, I meant that she’s not in Spain.”

Cris shook his head in confusion. He hoped to god that she hadn’t left the country because of his mistake. But she was too strong for that. She wouldn’t let some man come between her life like that.

“She’s in Paris.” Antoine frowned deeply as he continued, and was surprised to see Cristiano’s expression mirroring his own. “Her father is in hospital, they don’t know what the problem is yet but she landed two days ago.”

Cris nodded slowly at the information, wondering how he could get to Paris, especially considering he had a flight in a few hours and a match the next day. Not just any match too, the Champions League final - against the man who was currently glaring at him.

“Thank you…for telling me.” Antoine’s furrowed brows relaxed, but he pinned Cristiano with a hard glare.

“If you hurt her again-”

“I won’t-”

“If you do…I’ll make sure she hates you for the rest of her life. And Cristiano? The only other person to hurt her like this was her mother. She hasn’t seen her in 23 years. You hurt her this time, and neither will you.”

With that said, he practically slammed the door shut in Cristiano’s face for dramatic effect. He froze momentarily, feeling a little proud at his defence of his friend, but he had no doubt that Cristiano could kick down the door and beat him up for slamming it in his face.

Anto smirked triumphantly when he heard the older man’s footsteps retreating from his door.

The flight to Paris was a blur.

Not 24 hours ago he was hoisting the Champions League trophy in the air, and now he was on his way to see if he could salvage the most important relationship he had ever been involved in. The lady at the reception had stared at him with wide eyes, and despite not being allowed to reveal patient information to someone who wasn’t directly related, he had managed to nag her into telling him what room Laurent was in.

He didn’t even know if Genevieve was there in the first place, but he knew she loved her father too much to leave his bedside.

And there she was, asleep on the small couch that sat adjacent to Laurent’s bed. Had he been paying more attention to anyone but Via, he would have noticed that the older man was in fact awake. Instead, he gently scooped her up and out of her uncomfortable position, cradling her to his chest as he sat down. She groaned quietly at the disruption, but was quick to settle and rest her head on his chest comfortably.

“You hurt her.”

Cristiano almost flinched when Laurent’s voice cut through the quiet rhythmic beeping of machines. It wasn’t a question, and Cristiano was honest with the man. He had never met Laurent before and this was technically his first impression, so he knew it was best to be honest.

“I did.” He nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor in shame.

“But you love her.”

“I do.” He paused for a moment, knowing that if anyone knew the answer to his next question, it would be the man before him. “Will she forgive me?” It was asked quietly, and Laurent could hear the carefully masked fear in the footballer’s voice.

“That is a question only she can answer.” Cris gnawed at his lip nervously, staring down at her tired features. She was still so beautiful, even without the care she usually took on her own appearance. “But, if it makes you feel better…I think she will.”

Cristiano’s brown orbs shot back up to her father, and the Frenchman could see the spark of hope in them. “Really?”

Laurent nodded slightly before elaborating. “When she was old enough to understand why her mother had ‘left’, Genevieve vowed to never see the woman again. She never wanted to meet her, or know her. When my daughter is hurt, as childish as it may be, she will do whatever it takes to avoid whoever hurt her.”

“Sir…sorry, but how is that meant to make me feel better?” He felt awkward talking to Laurent. The man was intimidating and more importantly, he was Gen’s dad. Cris tried remaining as respectful as possible, knowing that Gen care for her father’s opinion just as much as he cared for his own mother’s.

Laurent chuckled tiredly.

“In all the time I have known my daughter, I’ve never seen her happier to watch Real Madrid play, than she was last night when you lifted that Champions League trophy.”

Cristiano perked up, hope swelling in him at the news that she had watched the game, and was happy for him. They had played against Atlético after all, her favourite team and her best friend.

“She loves you, Cristiano. That much I do know.” The footballer nodded slowly, and he could tell by Laurent’s hushed voice and slow response, that he was about to fall asleep. But before his medicine induced nap hit him, he managed to squeeze out a few final words.

“But if you hurt her again…you’ll be dealing with me…”

He tried not to jerk away when her nose bumped into his neck, tickling him and inhaling deeply at the same time. He felt her still for a moment, and his stomach shook in silent laughter while she sniffed him making the same rapid sounds his dog usually would. Surely she couldn’t identify him by scent alone…

“Nnuugh…Cris.” He grinned with a small blush as she pulled her head back to meet his gaze with squinting eyes. She smiled dreamily at him, and burrowed her head back into the crook of his neck like a small child.

His fingers gently raked through her hair, knowing that she loved the feeling. She sighed happily at his actions and pressed a small kiss to his neck that did nothing to help the new problem in his pants. It had been almost 4 weeks without her, and just holding her close was enough to make desire shoot through him.

“That feels nice…” He almost cocked a brow, but then he realised she wasn’t talking about that, but rather the hand stroking her hair. “But I’m still yelling at you later.”

He chuckled quietly. “As long as you come back home, that’s okay with me.”

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percervall · 2 years

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Getting caught in the rain

Autumn masterlist

Player: Antoine Griezmann Words: 1009 Requested: @footballffbarbiex Warnings: None (although it ends less than innocent. I had to, it's Anto) A/N: Happy (early?) birthday Amy! Hope I did him justice 😊

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“I thought you said it’d stay dry?” she said as the rain picked up.

“That’s what my phone said. Guess it was wrong,” Antoine replied, the left corner of his mouth pulling up in an apologetic smile.

“Well that’s an understatement,” she muttered under her breath. The little bit of drizzle had now turned into a proper autumn shower. The weather had been lovely when they had set out on their hike. The sun had filtered through the leaves and their hiking boots had crunched through those that had already fallen. It was beautiful. Since the sun was still out, she had decided to leave her coat in the car and to just wear a fleece sweater on top of her t-shirt. She was regretting that decision now.

“We can either turn around and walk the 5 kilometres back to the car, or keep going for another 4.5 until we reach the car park,” Antoine suggested.

“Either way, we’ll be soaked by the time we get there,” she sighed. “Might as well keep going then.”

Antoine chuckled, his blue eyes sparkling, and took her hand. “Come one then, we’re over half-way there.”

“Forever the optimist,” she said, and let Antoine pull her along. Luckily that part of the trail was flanked by tall pine trees which managed to somewhat shield them from the rain, but by the time they reached the car, she was convinced even her underwear was wet –and not in a fun way. Antoine opened the boot and grabbed the two blankets he always kept in there after they’d gotten stuck with car problems in the middle of January. While she had opted to wear a sweater, Antoine had decided against it. His t-shirt was glued to his skin now.

“T-take off y-your j-jumper b-babe, l-let’ss get y-you d-dry,” Antoine said, shivering so much his teeth were chattering. She normally had a policy against public nudity, but she was so cold. Antoine helped her peel off the sweater and t-shirt. She toed off her hiking boots and socks, leaving her in just a vest top and her hiking trousers. Antoine wrapped her in the blanket, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“How about you get the car started, turn the heat up all the way, ‘kay?”

She nodded and took the car keys from him. A moment later Antoine climbed in as well, the other blanket draped around him like a cloak. They both sat in silence for a moment, still shivering and waiting for the car to heat up.

“If I catch my death, I will come back to haunt you,” she said, looking at him. Antoine chuckled and started the car.

“I don’t doubt you will,” he replied, eyes twinkling.

While Antoine threw their wet clothes in the washing machine, she walked upstairs to turn the shower on. As she waited for the water to reach borderline hellish temperatures, she caught her reflection in the mirror. She couldn’t stop shivering, even if she was no longer wearing her wet clothes. Her ponytail now resembled more of a rat's tail and she had spots of dried mud on her cheeks. She tried to remove the hair bobble from her ponytail without ripping out every single hair on her head, and ran her fingers through it, trying to untangle some of the knots. Antoine came jogging into the bathroom and straight under the hot spray of the shower, hissing as the hot water hit his cold skin. She chuckled softly and joined him, allowing Antoine to pull her against his chest as they let the hot water chase the chill from their bones.

She sat in front of the fire, legging-clad legs outstretched as she wriggled her toes inside her fuzzy socks. Her hands were hidden in the sleeves of the hoodie she’d stolen from Antoine when they first started dating and her hair was plopped on top of her head in a wet bun, but at least she was warm now. The rain had not let up since they’d returned home and was lashing against the windows in the living room.

“Here,” Antoine said, offering her one of the two mugs he was holding. He had changed into a pair of grey sweatpants and a soft-looking jumper in a shade of blue that made his eyes look even brighter. His cheeks were still pink from the heat of the shower. She gratefully accepted the mug, wrapping her hands around it to warm them.

“This is no ordinary hot chocolate,” she said, blowing on the hot drink.

“Ah, no. Found the Kahlua in the cupboard when I was looking for the cocoa,” he explained with a chuckle. He lowered himself to the floor next to her and took a sip.

“Next time we want to do a physical activity, we’re going to an indoor mall. Or the garden centre,” she said, throwing him a look. Antoine laughed, head thrown back.

“Oh sweetheart, I have plenty of suggestions that’ll wear you out and get you wet.” He looked at her, a sly smirk still on his lips. His blue eyes had darkened in colour. If her cheeks weren’t pink already from the shower or the added alcohol to her drink, they for sure would be now.

“Oh really?” She could kick herself. Was that the best response she could come up with?

“Mhmm, would you like me to demonstrate?” Antoine said, moving closer.

“Anto…” it came out barely louder than a whisper. “Love my name on your lips sweetheart,” he murmured, moving their mugs to the floor before pressing his lips against hers. He rested his full weight on his right arm as his left came up to cup her face, fingers curving around her ear and his thumb rested on her cheek. Her eyes fluttered closed. The kiss was gentle, almost chaste, but it held an unspoken promise of all the absolutely filthy things he was planning to do with and to her and she, for one, looked forward to participating in his demonstration.

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thebluesideofmyworld · 7 years

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Get Off the Phone - Antoine Griezmann one-shot

30 Days Creative Writing Challenge - Day 9

Author’s note: 1. This is part of a 30-day creative writing challenge that I am doing. Each piece of writing will have different prompt. 2. Prompt for Day #9: Look up your least favourite song, and then find your least favourite line. Have someone in your story say it OUT LOUD.

Song: Hello - Adele

“Maybe if I just jump from the top of the roof and spread my arms wide, I can fly. Do you think I should try that, Antoine?”

Antoine looked up from his damn phone to spare a glance at you that only lasted for a split second before he looked down again.

“Hmm… Yeah…” he said, nodding slightly. “You should try that, babe.”

You gritted your teeth as you watched how Antoine angled his camera, trying to find the best angle for that stupid blue highlight to look decent in another shameless selfie attempts.

“You are dead to me, Antoine.”

He looked up at you again but this time, he must have seen the expression on your face. He stared back at you with a pair of wide clueless eyes.

“You. Are. So. Dead. To me.”

He blinked. “Babe?”

“We’ve been sitting here for almost an hour and I feel like I can have a more interactive conversation with a corpse than you right now,” you told him, crossing your arms over your chest. You didn’t usually use this kind of tone to talk to him, but when you’re using it, he knew exactly that he was in trouble. Big big trouble.

“What do you-“

He saw your eyes darted down to the phone that he was holding. And finally, realization hit him on the head (hard, you hoped, really hard). He quickly put his phone on the table.

“I’m sorry, love,” he said, giving you an apologetic smile. “I was just-“

“You were just ignoring someone that you call a girlfriend.”

“Oh, honey pie, don’t be like that,” he said, reaching over the table as he tried to hold your hand. You pulled your hand back before he even had the slightest touch.

You stood up from your seat. You contemplated whether you should pour the pink liquid remained in your glass to have some dramatic effect. There was still a slice of lemon remained in the glass that would look cute on the top of that horrible new hairdo of Antoine. But you decided not to do it. Your mom raised you to be a classy lady, not to be another typical WAG who liked to create a scene.

“You should give your phone a pet name, Antoine. Because apparently, that phone has now become your girlfriend.”

You slide out from the chair and swiftly turned around, making your way to the café’s door. You could hear Antoine calling out your name, and you could hear the panic in his voice.

You didn’t care.

You walked out of the café, joining the other people on the busy street of Madrid.

A few seconds of walking, you heard Antoine’s voice again, calling out your name. You didn’t turn your head around, and kept walking.

“Oh, come on, babe!”

You kept your head up and looked straight ahead. From the corner of your eyes, you could see two girls that you passed by whispering at each other, and giggling as the glanced at you.

“Babe? Can we please talk about it?”

You kept on walking, slightly faster.

“Oh, come on babe. Just… talk?”

You gritted your teeth.

“Babe, do you hear me? Hello?”

You bumped on a man who looked a bit amused. You muttered your apology but kept on walking.

“Hey, babe? Hello?”

There were times where you found Antoine’s persistence to be endearing. This was not one of those times.

“Babe? Hey! HELLO!”

You made a small grunting noise as you’re almost half-running now.

“HELLO FROM THE OTHER SIDE!”

It was not his latest ridiculous calling that stopped you. It was the traffic light at the intersection. Antoine might be on the top list of people you didn’t want to see at the moment. But you didn’t want to die as an idiot by walking straight to a busy traffic. You had your priorities. Staying alive first, being angry at Antoine next.

You took a deep breath as the first step of mentally preparing yourself to face him. You slowly let it out in a long exhale, and then turned around. Antoine was standing right in front of you, wearing his most innocent smile. As if it’s going to work on you.

(It worked. A little. Just a little.)

“What?” you snapped at him.

“Babe,” he swiftly grabbed your hands and held it firm enough that you couldn’t pull them away.

(Or maybe you didn’t really want to. Damn those pretty eyes and that innocent smile.)

“Antoine-“

“I know. It’s my mistake. So I am offering to have a new ground, basic rule in our relationship,” he said quickly.

You rolled your eyes but decided to give him a chance.

“Continue,” you said. “You have 30 seconds to sell your idea to me.”

Antoine’s lips broke into a grin. Still holding his hand with one hand, he fished out his phone with his other hand.

“How about…” he said, and shoved his phone to your hand. “…from now on, whenever we are together, you have a total, full control, over my phone.”

You stared at him, then slowly looked down at his phone that you’re holding. You looked back at him. He shrugged his shoulder. He had that serious look on his face, but there was a trace of smile at the corner of his lips.

“You could turn it off or do whatever you want to do with it. I trust you,” he said. “You are more important than the phone anyway.”

You stared at him.

“So, I can do anything?”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding at you.

“Can I throw it off a bridge?”

For a second, his eyebrows shot up. But then he caught how your lips were cracking into a small smile, and he let out a small, amused laugh. He wrapped your arms around you and pulled you into a hug.

“Don’t worry,” you said, resting the side of your head against his chest. “I won’t do anything stupid.”

“I know,” Antoine said, and kissed the top of your head. “Usually it’s me who do the stupid thing. And I am lucky to have a smart girl like you to fix the mess that I’ve made for being stupid.”

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mountsmason · 1 year

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Conflicting Emotions; Part 2

➪ read part one here

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

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

warnings: badly written smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You froze at the mention of your ex-boyfriend.

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

"I saw the two of you together."

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

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

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

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

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

“You were, I knew it!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You had seriously fucked up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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longeyelashedtragedy · 4 years

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Hi! Ok thank you! I'd be very much interested in a nsfw, dubcon fic or oneshot in which Ole Solskjaer and Scott mctominay have angsty, bruising sex after Ole gets him alone after a match . you know the "i don't know if I really want to do this but It's my Boss so I cannot really reject him" if you are uncomfortable with dubcon you can do It fully consensual. Weird request i know but yolo. Thanks!

Hi anon pal! Well, if it’s dubcon you want, I’m always down. Very little is weird or disturbing to me when it comes to fic. And it’s a good prompt! I just don’t really follow Man U so I feel like I would be the wrong person to write this :( I’m sorry to disappoint!!!!

I can always do La Liga and the Croatia NT and Antoine Griezmann if you’re looking for any of that in the future :)

And there’s also a kinkmeme that just got restarted!

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barce-fabu-lona · 7 years

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Neymessi Oneshot 3

Hello tumblr people! I finally managed to finish one of my requests *cheers*. Well anyways, the lovely @jarvisrocks requested this Neymessi fic with our French angel Antoine Griezmann on the side (I paired him with Koke lol) and that’s what I did. Also there is a bit Ronaldo/Ramos if you like squint. The whole idea is based on the Samsung Galaxy commercial where football saves the planet. If you haven’t watched it yet you should do so here. It’s very weird at times but it’s actually kind of amazing.

Neymar and Messi on their way to the second “Humans vs. Alien” match & the final minutes of the game. (I’m sorry I was too lazy to write the whole game, I hope you enjoy anyways.)

“I never thought they would come back.”

Neymar looks up from his phone when he hears the soft Spanish words with the hint of a French accent. Antoine Griezmann, one of his rivals on the pitch in Spain but one of his teammates in the Galaxy 11, is standing next to him, looking a bit awkward.

“Can I sit?” Antoine asks and gestures to the seat next to the Brazilian.

“Of course.” Neymar says and hastily collects his stuff, dropping it onto the floor between his feet.

“Thanks.” Antoine gives him a shy smile and then takes a seat beside him.

He doesn’t say anything else and because Neymar doesn’t know what to say to him either, he just contents himself with staring out of the window into the never ending darkness of the universe.

The longer he keeps on looking outside, the less he is able to comprehend that he is currently on board of the most advanced spaceship mankind has ever managed to construct. The view is amazing but scary and everytime Neymar recalls where they are bringing him, an invincible hand closes around his heart, squeezing until his ribcages feels like it’s on fire.

“I never thought this was possible.” Antoine suddenly speaks up again.

Neymar turns towards his voice, latches onto it and focuses on the Frenchman next to him, suddenly thankful for his company because the pressure in his chest is back and he feels like he can’t breathe.

Antoine is not looking at him, his azure eyes fixed on something beyond the glass window of the spaceship. Neymar busies himself with watching Antoine’s gaze move around the galaxy until their eyes meet again.

“Neymar, you need to calm down.” He says immediately when he realizes that Ney’s panicking.

He has been since the moment he opened the door to Pep Guardiola to be honest. He knew that it was coming; he knew he would be selected to defend the planet earth and yet he was not prepared for it. Hell, he doesn’t feel prepared now and their spaceship is actually coming straight from the trainings center where he has spent the past three months of his life.

“I can’t.” He admits and squeezes his eyes shut for a moment.

He suddenly feels very hot in his high-tech spacesuit, which is supposed to keep his body safe until they arrive at the stadium. That one stadium, that actually belongs to a colony of aliens that now for the second time in a few years, have decided to destroy earth if the humans didn’t agree to play a game of football with them. And they had to win as well.

If Neymar thought about it too much, his head started to hurt.

“This is all so crazy.” The Brazilian mutters desperately.

His hands find their way into his hair, tugging and pulling until his scalp hurts. He just needs something to ground him, needs something to make him feel human because floating through space in giant-ass spaceship is definitely not.

“I know, I know.” Antoine says somewhere above him.

Ney’s eyes are still closed but he appreciates the soothing tone in Antoine’s voice. He hasn’t talked to the Frenchman much, but he already likes his voice. It’s mostly soft and the ways the words roll of his tongue have something elegant to them. He is French after all.

“I feel like I’m stuck in one of those horrible Science-Fiction movies I used to love.” Neymar groans, continuing to rake a hand through his short hair. “If we come back alive, then I’m never fucking watching them again.”

Antoine chuckles a bit at that, an innocent sound that somehow doesn’t belong here but makes Neymar feel better anyways. His teammate seems so normal, like he is a piece of the real world, the old world, while Neymar feels like he has already lost himself in space.

“Some are good. Always liked Star Trek.” Antoine says nonchalantly. “Also, stop pulling your hair out. It weirds me out and you want to look good for our victory photo.”

“Sorry.” Neymar drops his hands to his laps and starts fiddling with the fabric of his spacesuit instead.

Griezmann sits next to him in silence again before pulling out his phone as well and starting to flip through a few photos.

“Why are you so cool about this?” He has been dying to ask that since Antoine first sat down.

“I’m not.” The Frenchman mumbles, not lifting his eyes of the screen of his phone.

Neymar leans over a bit, wanting to at least catch a glimpse of what Antoine is looking at. The young man lets him and together they go through his iPhone gallery, looking at pictures from Antoine with his friends and his family, the team and also Koke.

“He’s not here.” Neymar says slowly when another picture of the two of them illuminates the screen.

“No.” Antoine sighs deeply, his blue eyes glazing over with something that looks like tears to Neymar.

He swallows and carefully reaches over, patting his back awkwardly.

“It’s okay, he knew he wasn’t going to be called up.” Antoine says but his voice is laced with silent pain. “And we both knew that they would come knocking at my door eventually.”

“I knew as well.” Ney says, trying to comfort the Frenchman a best as he could. “I knew if they would take Leo, they would take me too.”

Antoine nods, looks up and scans the large cabin for a sign of Messi. He’s nowhere to be seen.

“He’s with Ronaldo.” Neymar informs him bitterly. “Has been glued to his hip since the day they shipped us off to the trainings center.”

Antoine glances sideways and Ney avoids his eyes this time. He knows how he sounds, rancorous, frustrated, and maybe even a little bit desperate. He doesn’t want to really, but Leo not paying much attention to him always rubs him the wrong way. Especially in a situation like this. The first few nights in the trainings center Neymar almost went crazy. He couldn’t sleep because everything felt so clinical and strange, the only thing familiar in the large, modern department was Leo but he didn’t spend his nights with Neymar and during the day he was off training with Ronaldo. They were the new dream team, the stars and earth’s biggest hope. The rest of them were just sidekicks.

“You know that’s not true.” Antoine’s words are back to being soft and reassuring.

“Did I say that out loud?”

“Most of it.”

Neymar tries to laugh but ends up make some sort of pitiful whining sound.

He’s scared, okay? He has been since the beginning and he is now and he wants Leo to come and make him feel better because he has been through this once already but fucking Messi is still nowhere to be seen.

“Don’t worry.” Antoine tells him and lightly pokes him in the side. “I don’t like Ronaldo either.”

Neymar actually has to laugh at that and if he remembers right, it’s the first time he really did since the aliens arrived on earth. And it feels good, it feels like freedom. At least for a few seconds.

“So that makes two of us.”

Antoine shrugs and nods toward the window.

“And a lot more people down there.”

Neymar follows his motion and finds himself staring at their home planet. The earth looks so small and insignificant from where they are, like it’s just a blueish dot in a black mass of nothingness.

“A lot of people don’t like me either down there.” He mumbles and leans his forehead against the cool glass.

“Well, you are a cool guy and Ronaldo is too, to be honest.”

“Seems like Leo thinks that too.”

“They are the two most talented and capable players in the world after all. And they’ve been through this already. It’s logical that the coaches, no hold on, that the whole world relies on them and I bet they know that as well. They will lead us.”

Neymar spares one more glance for the earth and then turns back around.

“Do you think we can win?”

“Oui.”

“Why?”

Antoine’s expression is grave all of sudden.

“Because we have to.” He picks up his phone, unlocks it and turns it towards Neymar. “I have to.”

Quietly Neymar looks at Koke smiling at him from the screen of Antoine’s phone and when he opens his mouth to give a reply, the sliding door at the end of the cabin opens and Leo and Ronaldo walk in, side by side. Leo’s eyes find his for only a brief second but it’s enough to make Neymar’s heart throb with desire but also fear.

He nods at Griezmann.

“I understand.”

Neymar doesn’t realize he has fallen asleep until he wakes up again. His head is resting against the glass of the gigantic window looking out into space and the only sign indicating that they have moved at all, is that he can no longer make out earth in the distance. A shiver rolls down his spine, makes his toes curl and his fist clench. He feels lonely all of sudden, like he is the last person to exist. It’s an overwhelming feeling, way too much to handle for his brain that is already in constant panic mode and the invincible hand returns, squeezing his heart tightly.

“Ney, just keep breathing.”

Neymar almost bursts into tears at the sound of the oh so familiar voice.

“Leo.” He whimpers softly and shifts in his seat so he can bury his face in the crook of the older man’s neck.

He had really enjoyed Antoine’s company but at this moment in time he is fucking joyful the little Frenchman had given up his seat to Leo. Leo who is now wrapping one of muscular arms around Ney’s body, pulling him close. Neymar feels the sudden urge to climb into Leo’s lap and let him rock him back and forth like a baby but he resists, only nuzzles his cheek against Leo’s neck.

“Are you okay?” The older man asks him, his voice toned down to a whisper.

Only now Ney notices that the cabin lights above their heads had been turned off. He can barely see across the little corridor that is separating the rows of seats, but after a few seconds he is able to make out Cristiano’s sleeping form across from them. He’s surprised to find his head resting on Ramos’s shoulder.

Only then does Neymar remember, that he was supposed to be mad at Leo.

And when he does, he suddenly can’t ignore the acid feeling that has been seething in the pit of his stomach any longer and pulls back from their little, intimidate moment.

Disappointment washes over Leo’s face when Neymar returns to his previous position but he doesn’t hold him back and doesn’t reach out again.

But he does whisper “I’m sorry” into the crushing silence and it makes the Brazilian feel somehow better.

“I know I haven’t been there for you.” Leo follows up his statement, his eyes watching Neymar’s face with a spark of hope for forgiveness.

“But you had to be there for yourself first, I get it.”

“Ney-“

“No, I do.” Neymar cuts him off. “I really do. You must be carrying a lot of pressure of those slim shoulders of yours.”

“Yours are not that much broader.”

Neymar doesn’t answer that, just keeps staring at Piqué’s head that is peeking out over the seat in front of him.

“I am sorry.” Leo tries again and carefully reaches towards his boyfriend, fingers gently touching to Neymar’s jaw. “I know I left you to fend on your own.”

“I guess I need to learn how to do that at some point.” He replies softly and casts his eyes downwards when Leo manages to turn his face towards him.

“Neymar.” The Argentinian protests weakly. “Don’t shut me out, por favor.”

“I didn’t do anything, you shut me out.”

“No, I didn’t.” Leo coaxes his chin up until Neymar was forced to look him in the eyes. “But you are right, I am carrying the whole world on my shoulders. We all are actually but Cris and I are the captains, we’re responsible for all of you. I had to focus so I would be able to protect you when we’re up there.”

Leo leans forward then and presses their lips together in a chaste but meaningful kiss. Neymar discovers that that kind of touch calms down his racing heart and aching stomach so he chases after Leo’s lips instead of talking, connecting them once more. They kiss for a while, no tongue, o teeth, just their mouth sliding together in silent comfort.

“You can’t protect me.” Neymar breathes when they finally part. “You can’t protect everybody.”

“I don’t want to protect everybody.” Leo whispers in return and wraps his arm back around Ney’s shoulders. “I just want to protect you.”

The lights are so bright they are hurting Neymar’s eyes.

His jersey is sticking to his back, sweat is running down his face, dripping down his chin and onto the pitch. His body hurts, his muscles are screaming but he can’t and won’t stop now.

Leo is by his side, not looking much better then him. His hair is all messed up, his cheeks are puffed out and burning red. He’s rarely like this, normally always has some breath left in his lungs that will help him go on, but today even he is panting.

“This game- it’s not even fair.” Antoine is standing on his other side, a bottle of water in his hand.

He is shaking from exhaustion.

“They’re so much taller and stronger.” His arm goes up, waving into the direction of their opponents.

“They have better stamina then us.” Leo comments, gulps down some more water.

Neymar doesn’t say anything, just watches the medics treat Ramos who had literally been ran over by one of the monstrous alien things that were planning to burn down their planet. Ronaldo and Piqué are by his side while the rest of the team is using their chances to spare the little energy they have left and fill up on their water supplies. Neymar notices that Cristiano even has a hand resting on top of his shoulder, massaging gently.

“Are they a thing?” Neymar blurts out, pushing his fingers beneath the sweat slick fabric of his jersey and solving it from his skin.

“They might be if we survive this.” Antoine says and pours the rest of his water over the top of his head.

His hair is dripping when they walk back onto the pitch.

Neymar glances up at the holographical clock. They have five minutes left to play, five minutes to win, lose or stay tied and go into overtime. He would prefer to win because he knows if he keeps up running much longer his legs will just give out under him and that would be it.

Normally overtime is no problem for him and, he doesn’t even need to push himself at the end of most game but this one, this is different. With their alien opponents obviously having a natural advantage Neymar needs to run like he is a sprinter in the fucking Olympics.

Also the lovely alien-human-whatevers are not playing fair like, at all. They push and pull and scratch and since the damn referee is just another holographical thingy, flickering across the pitch every now and then, it’s no wonder not everything gets called.

When Ramos was taken down a few minutes ago, Neymar heard him scream for the first time in, well, ever. He didn’t even know that Ramos could scream.

“We have to score again.” Leo takes him back to the reality. “We can’t compete with them much longer. We need to score as soon as possible.”

He steps closer, puts a hand on Neymar’s back and splays out his fingers.

“Ney you need to score.”

“Me?” Neymar squawks. “Why me? You should- or Cris. You’ve both already scored once.”

“Ney.” Leo’s voice is not much more than a whisper. “They won’t let us go through. They guard us the whole time, I feel like the next time we lead an attack they will our legs.”

Neymar swallows.

“So you want me to get my legs broken instead?”

“No, of course not. You need to be fucking careful, okay? But they don’t pay as much attention to you. We will trick them into thinking we will go up to the goal but in reality you will, okay?”

“Or me.” Antoine steps up to them and gives both of them a pointed look. “The Frenchman is still here, okay?”

A small smile spreads across Leo’s lips.

“Sure. Either Ney or you. We just need a goal.”

He takes his hand away from Neymar’s back and he immediately misses the warmth. A few seconds later he realizes, that if they won’t win this he will never be able to feel Leo’s warmth anywhere on his body. And he really can’t allow that to happen.

“We will die in overtime.” Antoine is saying, still standing next to him.

Neymar breathes deeply, watches the clock, watches the additional time being held up, hears the referee machine blow the whistle, watches Leo start moving again.

“We won’t go into overtime.” He replies and then starts running.

Everything after that is a blur of sound and colors. Neymar remembers himself running, Antoine hot on his heels. He doesn’t remember how he gets to the goal exactly, only recalls suddenly being in front of the two goalposts. It’s like he has a mini blackout once more, that comes to an end abruptly with Leo passing the ball towards him. He watches it sail through the air, hears Antoine scream something in Spanish behind him, hears the roar of the crowd when he goes up and then feels the ball hit his head hard. He doesn’t see where it goes because he crashes down on the pitch in an ungraceful heap and doesn’t have the energy to get back up. His ears are ringing and the world only stops spinning when Antoine leans over him.

His azure eyes are huge and he is crying tears of joy, well maybe its sweat, but who really cares anyways? How Neymar knows that he scored and they’ve won? He has no clue, it’s just a feeling that flows through his veins like liquid joy and his face breaks out into a euphoric grin. They’re alive.

Then Leo is suddenly above him, pulling him up and into his arms, screaming words into his ear that Neymar doesn’t understand. His mind is overloaded with all kinds of different emotions, visuals and sensations and his brain is going into panic mode once again. Neymar feels like he’s in a dream, exhausted and happy to just hold onto whoever is hugging him right now.

At some point Leo crowds back into his personal space, warps his arms around his trembling body and presses his lips to Neymar’s in a fiery kiss.

“I love you.” He says and Neymar smiles, because those words he would recognize everywhere.

#neymar jr #lionel messi #cristiano ronaldo #sergio ramos #antoine griezmann #koke #gerard piqué #neymessi #krizi #sergio x cris if you squint #what is their ship name lol #imagine #soccer imagine #aliens vs. humans #my work

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