#atletico madrid fanfic

[percervall]

that's the kind of love (I've been dreaming of)

Player: Mario Hermoso Words: 2458 Warnings: smut, daddy kink, degradation kink, dirty talk, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, misusing a leather belt/use of restraints, thigh riding, orgasm denial, size kink (I guess?) A/N: welp, this got out of hand 🙊 Inspired by this gif set and @mercedesjpg and my shared need for more Mario fics. Very much 18+ under the cut

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Although this is not how you anticipated your evening to end, you have very little regrets about how you ended up here. In all fairness, you did put on that silk mini dress hoping it would at least fluster your boyfriend a little bit, and judging by the bulge in his trousers as his hands grip the steering wheel, you have more than succeeded. 

“Upstairs,” Mario orders you as soon as you make it in the door, his voice leaving no room for argument and yet you can’t resist the urge.

“I was having fun baby, why did we have to leave early? I hadn’t seen Alice and Beatriz in ages,” you whine, a pout in place as you take the stairs and turn around to look at him when you make it to the landing. Mario pushes you against the wall outside of your bedroom, trapping you there with his body.

“Oh sweetheart, you know perfectly well why we left when we did,” he murmurs as his eyes rake over you. Even in the dim lighting you can see the mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes, which somehow seem even more blue. Biting your lip, you can’t help the quiet moan that leaves you as he drinks you in, lips quirked up in that smirk that sends your heart fluttering. You know he’s referring to the fact that you probably drank one too many glasses of wine, that you got a little too handsy with him on the dancefloor, that you couldn't stop grinding your ass against him. 

“Such a naughty girl,” Mario continues, a hand sliding up your thigh hiking up the skirt of your dress. It’ll probably only take him seconds to realise just how naughty you are when his hands only feel skin as he reaches your hip.

“Not just naughty, I see. My pretty baby is such a little slut,” he all but coos. It makes your clit throb, hearing him call you that. A whimper leaves you as your eyes flutter closed. Mario ghosts his lips over yours, moving to your ear.

“If I move my hand, just how wet will you be for me, hmm?”

“Mario-..,” you sigh, titling your face to grant him access to your neck as you grind against nothing, aching to relieve the pressure between your legs. 

“Answer me, sweetheart.” 

His lips press the faintest kisses along your jaw as Mario slowly makes his way down your neck.

“I’m-... I’m so wet, Mario,” you whisper. 

“Mm, I bet you are, baby. But I don’t think you’ve earned this cock yet,” he says against your skin, voice low and deep. The only reply you’re capable of is another whimper, which earns you a chuckle that reverberates in his chest. 

“You have 10 seconds to strip and kneel on the bed,” Mario whispers against your jaw before kissing your cheek and stepping back. It takes a second for his command to register through the fog of lust and alcohol, but as soon as it does you’re scrambling to make it into your bedroom as you pull your dress up over your head, trying not to trip in your four-inch-heels. Leaning against the footboard of the bed, you undo the straps of your heels, and after pulling the duvet back, you climb onto the bed. As you get into position, you see Mario leaning against the doorframe, unbuckling his belt. Standing there, he looks like every male love interest in those dark romances you keep getting recommended on TikTok; so tall and brooding, dressed in all black and his salt and pepper hair that drives you absolutely wild. He yanks his belt out of his trousers in one fluid motion and the anticipation of what he is going to do with it has you clenching around nothing. He walks over to the bed, a sensuality to his movements that makes your stomach flip as you watch him.

“Had you been a good girl and behaved, you would’ve gotten what you want, baby. But you had to go and be such a needy little slut, and you know what happens to needy girls, don’t you baby?” Mario all but purrs, rolling up the sleeves of his black dress shirt. You know he requires an answer, but you’re incapable of forming one so you just nod. Mario tuts at you, shaking his head.

“Words, sweetheart.”

“Y-yes. Needy girls get punished,” you whisper, looking up at Mario who grins back wickedly. He beckons for you to move closer to the edge of the bed. He kisses you tenderly, a hand resting against your cheek as his fingers curl around your jaw. 

“Remember our safe word?” he asks in a whisper, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You wrap your hands around his wrists as he holds your face. 

“Peach,” you whisper back, resting your forehead against his. Mario smiles lovingly at you, kissing your forehead. 

“Love you,” he whispers against your skin and you murmur it back, stomach in knots in anticipation of him taking away the last bit of control. You love it when Mario allows you to just stop thinking for a while, to turn into his pretty girl. 

“Alright, pequeña, turn around,” Mario orders, using the signal you had agreed on years prior. You follow his command wordlessly, turning your back to him and crossing your wrists behind you. 

“I hate punishing my pretty baby, but you give me no choice princess,” Mario coos, tying your wrists with his leather belt. 

“I’m sorry, papí,” you mumble as he manhandles you into his lap. 

“Oh, you will be when I’m done with you,” he smirks, moving you in such a way you’re straddling one of his thighs while he sits on the edge of the bed. Your toes barely touch the floor and it makes it nearly impossible to keep your balance. 

“Show me how much you want this cock, princess,” Mario tells you, leaning back as he watches you struggle. The fabric of his trousers is rough against your dripping pussy and you gasp whenever you manage to drag your clit over his thigh. It’s impossible to really get anywhere, get the friction you need because of the way your hands are tied behind your back. You whimper and whine as you keep sliding off his thigh, only earning a dark chuckle every time he moves you back. It’s frustrating; every single time you feel it building in the pit of your stomach, you lose your footing and the orgasm peters out again. Mario knows exactly what he’s doing, breaking you down until you’re nothing more than a whimpering, sobbing mess and perhaps the most infuriating part is the fact that he doesn’t even break a sweat while doing so.

“Please, please…” you sob, your thighs quivering as you loll forward once more, colliding against his shoulder. 

“Please, what?” he replies, brushing your hair back from your face as he rights you on his thigh.

“Please papí, need your fingers, your cock, need you,” you mumble, whimpering as he tenses his thigh against your clit. 

“You’re such a desperate little slut, aren’t you, princess? Soaking my trousers, rutting against me,” Marcos coos, his voice honey sweet while his words are anything but. A strangled moan is the only sound you’re able to make as he flips you onto the bed, face first. He raises your hips with one of the throw pillows under your stomach. You slide your knees apart to keep your balance, and can’t help rocking back and forth as pleasure and anticipation sparks through your veins. 

“Already so wet for daddy,” Mario comments, hands resting on your ass, giving each cheek a squeeze. Your eyes flutter closed, head turned to the side. He slowly pushes two fingers into you and you let out a moan at the stretch. Mario sets a torturous slow pace, his thumb occasionally brushing against your clit. He’s teasing you, giving you just enough to keep you teetering on the edge. 

“Please, I need- need to cum, please…” you whisper, rocking back against his fingers. Your body feels like it’s on fire, desire and the need to orgasm taking over everything. 

“God, look at you. Greedy little thing, aren’t you? Always needing more,” Mario purrs, picking up the pace. He keeps his thumb pressed against your clit as he fucks you with his fingers. You rut against him, arching your back even more to give him better access. Mario keeps murmuring the filthiest words of praise and all you can do is moan into the sheets as you climax embarrassingly quick, muscles trembling while your orgasm drips out of you. 

You feel Mario’s hands gently undoing his belt, pressing kisses against your shoulder blades, rubbing soothingly against the thin red marks on your wrists where you struggled against the leather. Gingerly, you move your arms, the muscles in your shoulders protesting. With a groan, you stretch your arms in front of you. Mario flips you over, the pillow moved back in place under your hips. 

“Oh, I can’t wait to absolutely ruin you, princess,” he says, his voice husky, words sending a jolt of lust down your spine. You take in your boyfriend as he –finally– strips, moaning when you finally lay eyes on his hard cock. 

“My cock-hungry girl, desperate to be fucked,” Mario murmurs as he covers your body with his own, finally capturing your lips in a searing kiss. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you sigh into the kiss, pulling him closer as your hand slides into his hair. Unaware of your own body, you roll your hips against him. Mario’s hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he slides his cock through your folds.

“Is this what you want, baby?” 

Biting your bottom lip, you nod, fingers taking hold of the sheets.

“Use your words,” he tuts, stilling his movements. 

“Yes, yes, please, need your cock.. Papí, please.. Please..Fuck me,” you all but sob, hips undulating against nothing in sheer want. 

“Oh, you beg so prettily for my cock, baby. How can I say no to such a desperate slut? Isn’t that what you are, baby –daddy’s desperate little slut?” Mario purrs as he lines himself up. You nod, a strangled moan leaving you when he finally, finally enters you. The stretch has you panting as your body adjusts to his size and you feel so full. Mario moans as you clench around him, setting a pace that allows you to feel each drag of his cock against your walls. There’s nothing you can do but claw at the linens as you feel your second orgasm building. 

“Look at you, already on the brink. Love watching your tight little pussy take my cock, I can see it moving inside of you, baby,” Mario comments, resting a hand on your lower stomach. He pushes down ever so slightly as he keeps fucking you and you throw your head back with a scream as your orgasm tears through you, leaving you shaking and trembling. 

“Fuck, princess… You feel so good, so tight,” he moans, “so pretty, full of your papí’s cock. Gonna look even prettier with my cum dripping out of you.” 

The words barely register through the haze of lust post-orgasm, but you can’t help but moan, wanting nothing more than for him to fill you in whatever way he wants. 

“P-please.. More.. Need-.. Please…” you whimper, hips rolling against him. Mario’s hands slide up your thighs, fingers digging in where hip meets thigh tight enough to leave finger-shaped bruises. 

“You just came so hard you saw stars and you’re already begging for more? Oh my sweet girl, so needy,” he growls, snapping his hips against yours. You can hear how wet you are, can feel it dripping down onto the pillow still wedged under your hips. Mario hooks your legs over his and leans forward, pushing your thighs up and out. The change in angle allows him to enter you even deeper and you can’t help but moan and whine and sob. 

“Yes…” you hiss, digging your nails into the bedding. Mario can’t help but smirk as he sets a pace that has your brain short-circuiting. You can feel your orgasm building already, despite the fact you came not too long ago. It’s building like a wildfire, a slow heat that starts in the pit of your stomach, threatening to consume all of you. 

“Mm, your pussy is clenching around me so tight baby, fuck… You gonna cum for your daddy? Let me fill you up?” 

You let out a strangled moan as you nod, body wound so tight you’re afraid you’ll break into a million pieces once it snaps. Your fingers claw at Mario’s shoulders and back, needing to hold onto him as that fire keeps building until it’s too much and it pulls you under, consuming you whole. The last thing you’re aware of is Mario spilling deep inside of you with a roar as he leaves open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone and chest, and then it’s nothing but a loud ringing in your ears. 

You hiss out a breath at the feeling of Mario gently wiping a cloth over your over-stimulated core, trying to move away but your muscles have turned to jelly.

“I know sweetheart, I know,” Mario soothes you apologetically, pressing a gentle kiss to your hip as he finishes cleaning you up the best he can without running you a bath. He throws the flannel in the direction of the ensuite and moves the both of you to a dry spot on the bed.

“You did so good, my love,” he praises you, holding you close. You swallow around the sudden lump in your throat as your brain begins to catch up with your body. Mario’s words wash over you as you come down from your high. You know the real blow won’t come until later, when the rush of chemicals finally leaves your system. 

“Thank you,” you whisper, nuzzling into his neck as he holds you. Mario doesn’t answer you, doesn’t need to; instead he presses a kiss to your hair and rests his cheek there. In a few hours, when you wake up from the nap that’s slowly tugging at you, Mario will run the both of you a hot bath and wash your hair as you let the emotions run freely. You loved how from the very first moment you explored this dynamic with him, Mario would always make sure to hold space for the emotions that followed. Letting out a sigh as your body fully relaxes into him, you allow sleep to pull you under knowing Mario will always be there for you. 

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This fic took me a lot longer than I expected. I could only write 3-5 lines at a time because I had to keep closing the file to compose myself. The only reason it exists is because of the unwavering support from @emilielfc, @kostasstsimikass and @mercedesjpg

This is the first time I've ventured this deep into this side of smut. I honestly don't even know where half of this stuff even came from and I'm not sure I'd be able to write something like this again

Usually I include a taglist, but because of the nature of this fic, I didn't feel comfortable doing so

Please let me know what you think, your comments and tags truly help whenever I doubt that my writing is good enough.

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[chlerc]

he hey sports ; joão félix

— summary; in which João arrives home and finds you laughing at the partnership video he filmed for EA Sports.

pairing — joão félix x f. reader ( third person story )

word count — 707 + an ig post from joão.

content — being lovey-dovey with joão when he comes home after training and sees you laughing at him. But he thinks it’s not really funny and whines about it.

NAVIGATION + author’s note: i think the joão leaving Chelsea drought just hit me, i saw him liking Chelsea’s post for Kai Havertz birthday and lost it, that was my last straw fr.

THE SUN SET IN the sky as fresh colours brushed upon an artist's canvas, the orange gold stretches far and wide, the colour of fire hearths and tangerines. With light pouring through the curtains, there she was curled up on the couch with a video constantly replaying.

She had been home this whole day, finishing up with university assignments as well as awaiting the arrival upon home of her favourite portuguese. Whilst being too engrossed with the video on her phone, she was deafened to the sound of an unlocking door. “Seriously? I come home after training to find you laughing at a video that shows me struggling?”

She glances up from her device, staring at the reason who had been the cause of her tears from laughing. Her leg shuffled towards him with her lips upturned, reaching her eyes as they crinkled. “Welcome home, amor.” She giggled while greeting him with a chaste kiss to his lips and grabbing his duffel bag from his grasp.

“Very funny huh? Not that funny when I’m the one struggling eh. I wasn’t even struggling, they just couldn’t hear me right.” João rambles through his gritted teeth although he admits internally that it was a funny thing. “It is very funny, look!” She shoves the clip on her phone right into his face, volume at full blast.

He grumbles in response at her action but still watches the whole video. “He Hey Sports. Bro, come on!” João grabs the phone from her grasp, letting the video run as she lets out a heart laugh. He swore if his struggling to say EA Sports gets him a laugh like this everytime, he would have done it over and over again just for her.

God, the sound of her laughter is a soul elevator for anyone blessed enough to hear it. It was sugar in his day after a training preparation for the weekend. “He Hey Sports bro! I didn’t say H.” He’s hundred percent sure that she just laughed louder at that part of the clip.

“Anjo, enough now. It’s not really nice to be laughing at your boyfriend’s accent.” He whines, turning off the phone as he joins her on the couch where she was clearly having the time of her life teasing him. João snaked his arms around her waist, pulling her close to his chest where it vibrated to her laughter. “Very funny huh?”

She gazed upon him, her hazel eyes glittering as he saw his own reflection in her eyes. The warmth of her body radiating off her as João felt it in his bones despite the sweater he had on. He leans forward briefly to sneak a kiss on her forehead, the very same smile she greeted him with displayed on her face. They say the sun is the brightest light, but the light of her smile is the brightest they have yet to see.

“Can you say EA Sports for me please?” Her lips jutted out, her doe eyes staring right through his soul. In that moment he knew how utterly fucked he was in the ass, there was no way he would ever be able to resist her or her requests, certainly no way when she was looking at him like that. “You think you’re sooo funny, don’t you?”

“Pleaseee!” She clasps both her hands together, pleading at him but he was going to say it for her either way. “He Hey Sports, it’s in the game.” And there it goes again, her laugh ricocheting throughout the living room. But it was worth it to João, everything was worth it if it meant for her to laugh like that and him being the reason for it.

“No way, we have to play FIFA tonight and have you take a picture of it and post it on Instagram. You have a partnership with them, you gotta make up for not being able to say it right.” She caresses at his cheek with her thumb and João only nods to her. “Yeah you’re having so much fun, I wonder why.” Her eyes twinkled, thinking of the same moment from the clip. His exasperation was it for her. “I am because of you, eu te amo João.”

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joaofelix79 i would like to thank He Hey Sports for the scrumptious dinner my girl cooked for me. I’ve been religiously practiced on saying it, I will do better the next video. He Hey Sports, It’s in the game.

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ynusername i got him to say it for me every day he comes home from training 😁

joaofelix79 @ynusername yeah and you be having the most fun 😒

easports @ynusername thanks for helping him out 😂😂😂

chelseafc He Hey Sports João!

risingballers Sequel of that clip 😂😂

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[skipper1331]

Long Distance // Laia Aleixandri

a/n: based off this request. Enjoy!

"Hola Laia!" your mother greeted your girlfriend as she took a step aside to let her in. "Hola, i‘m here to pick up y/n" the defender told your mother while she played with the few flowers she had for you in her hands. "I think she‘s in her room" your mom smiled, pointing to the stairs.

Laia nodded, knowing the way to your room. She had been to your house often enough, she could walk all the way to your room in her sleep. "What are you doing?" your mother asked out of curiosity. It wasn’t a secret that the two of you were a couple, your mom knew how in love you were with one another "I‘m taking her out on date" the young Barcelona player stated proudly. "Bring her back home at 10, then"

The young spaniard smiled at your mother before she went upstairs to your room. Opening the door she expected to see you sitting at your desk and not in bed sleeping peacefully. Your hair was spread on the pillow, the blanket over you, soft snores coming out of your mouth. Laia smiled lovingly at you, walking over to your desk to put the flowers down. There was no way, she would wake you up. Instead she took of her shoes and walked to her side of the bed.

Well the side she would sleep on If you had a sleepover.

Slowly, she made her way under the blanket, making sure not to wake you up as she looped her arms around you. You stiffened a little, wiggling around before finding a comfortable position which was laying on Laia‘s chest, hugging the flamingo stuffed animal.

The flamingo was a gift from your girlfriend, she saw how you looked at it as you walked through the city and she couldn‘t resist to buy it for you the next day. She would do anything to see your gorgeous smile.

And before she knew it she was asleep herself.

"Girls? Laia? Y/n?" your mom said as she peeked inside your room, your dad behind her. "Here‘s your answer why they haven‘t come down" your dad said as your mom laughed quietly, snapping a picture of the two of you. Your dad placed his hand on his wifes back as he guided her out of your room. "They‘re gonna get married one day, don’t you think?" your mom asked, having the feeling Laia was the one for you.

"We‘ll see. What if someone decides to play at a different club? They‘re young"

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Thoughout your careers the both of you had never been seperated, playing together at Barcelonas youth team and together at Atlético Madrid but that was about to change. Laia wanted something different, she wanted to play outside of the spanish league. The defender was packing her stuff, the transfer to City confirmed. Your apartment looked empty without her stuff, sure some of her hoodies were still there but the rest was missing, she would be missing. You often thought about the conversations you had with Laia about the City offer, thinking what effect it would have on your long-term relationship. The two of you had never played at different clubs, let alone in a different country but you loved Laia and supported her in every decision, If that‘s what made her happy.

"Will you break up with me when you leave?" you asked one evening, feeling insecure about yourself and your relationship. "What? Why would you ask something like that?" Laia was immediately by your side, squatting down as she rested her hands on your thighs, yourself sitting on the edge of the bed, your hands playing with the flamingo which she got you all those years ago. "Hm?" she asked again, her thumb and index finger hooking under your chin "I don‘t know, you‘re far away and there‘ll be gorgeous girls and maybe you want something different, someone else" tears streamded down you face, it had been bothering you for a long time, thinking that she would end your love story. Her thumb tried to wipe away the tears but they were too much, you were crying uncontrollably. Her arms wrapped around your body, letting you cry in to her shoulder as she pulled you down to sit on her lap. "I would never break up with you, okay?! I love you" she whispered in your ear "I‘ve loved you since we‘re kids. You‘re the one for me. You‘re the only girl I’ll ever look at, my gorgeous girl."

You had to hear this, you had to hear that Laia would never break your heart. Even though she'll play in Manchester, that didn‘t mean she'll forget you, she'll miss you more than anything.

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Since Laia was in City she was happier, happier in her career, happy to have a challenge yet it was hard. Sometimes she cried herself to sleep because you weren‘t there and because face time was not the way she wanted to see you. She wanted to see you in front of her, in bed at night, in her arms at day. She missed you. The good thing was though that you had similar schedules. They didn't match always, but still allowed you to spend a lot of time with each other, even if it's just over the phone. "Mi amor, how was your day? the spaniard asked as she entered her car, about to head home "I miss you" she added.

"I miss you too" and then you told her about your day, you told her what you did, what you had for lunch, everything. The same she did after you finished your story. (She was already at home when she started hers.)

"Are you exicted for tomorrows game?" you asked, sitting at your table with a packed bag behind you.

"Yeah! It‘s derby day, of course I am"

What she didn‘t know was that you‘d be there. You had an off day and decided that you would suprise Laia, not having seen her in 3 months. Leila helped you, her friend being miserable without you. She would pick you up at the airport and drive to the stadium, she had to be there herself anyways, why don‘t bring you with her. The plan was simple yet fantastic.

"Hola guapa" Leila greeted you, giving you a hug. "How are you, my friend?" you asked the defender, starting the smalltalk.

The drive to the stadium was filled with your chattering. You knew Leila for quite some time, she‘d always been like a big sister to you.

"Nervous?"

"So much. What if she doesn‘t want me here?"

"Chica, that girl literally sits 5 minutes in the changing room looking at a picture of you for 'good luck' she‘ll love that you‘re here" you looked at the older spaniard, smiling.

"Thank you.. for doing this" you pressed a peck to her cheek, showing your gratitude.

The stadium was full, red and blue jerseys everywhere, yourself wearing a City shirt with the name 'Aleixandri' across your back, sitting in the family and friends section. It was the first time you would see a game of her live, usually you always had to search forever until you found someone who broadcasted the games from the WSL and sometimes you had to wait till Laia told you about them.

The game ended in a 1-1 draw. The teams shook their opponents hand before walking around, interacting with the fans. You stood there, watching Laia with a loving smile, she looked stunning with that City shirt. Leila was by her side, whispering something in her ear. In less than a second, her gaze fell on the family and friends section. Her eyes scanned the stands, stopping at your figure. Not believing what she just saw she rubbed her eyes but it was true, you were standing in the stands. You gave her a little wave, smiling at her. Then she ran. She ran for her dear life. She jumped over the barriers, crashing in to you. "Mi amor," her hands cupped your cheeks, smiling widely as your fingers played with the hem of her jersey "why are you here? You need to be in Madrid" her fingers stroked over your whole face just to be sure that she‘s really touching you "I‘m here to support my girlfriend" you giggled, your heart ever so happy. "Te amo, te amo mucho" her lips rapidly kissed yours, feeling so happy.

"How long will you stay?"

"Till tomorrow afternoon"

"Good. I‘ll have you all to myself then" the defender replied, kissing your lips again and again.

After some minutes the spaniard walked back to the changing room, promising you to meet you at Leilas car.

Finally, she felt at peace.

It‘s safe to say, even though you don’t live in the same country anymore (for now) your love will always be stronger than distance.

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[gadriezmannsgirl]

May i request,where in reader and grizi are laying in bed just talking about your day and just adoring each other! Idk I just had a really soft spot for him rn ! Anywho thank you so much for your writing! I hope you have a wonderful day💙

Grizi fic because it's his birthday! Can you believe that gorgeous man is 33 now? I can't, he's just a baby

Lovers -A.G7

Summary: You're each other's safe space

You rolled into your bedroom, laying yourself into the door sighing and kicking off your shoes.

"Bonjour, princesse" (Hello, princess) You heard his voice and inmediately smiled before lifting your gaze, his deep blue eyes made you feel safe and his smile took off the weight of the day away.

"Hola" You said softly with a tired smile on "How's your day?"

"Pretty boring" He smiled "What about yours?"

"Long" You said inmediately "Very, very long" You sighed closing your eyes "I'm so tired all I want to do is sleep" You let yourself go face down on your bed "and not move from the bed at all for at least three days straight" You heard his sweet laugh

"You gotta go and shower, amor"

"Are you telling me that I stink?" You looked up to him and saw how his lips were pushed upwards and looked to another side "I'm not!"

"You're" He said

"You're lying, Antoine Griezmann" His facade fell quickly as laughter came over him

"I can shower with you if you want"

"Your hair is wet"

"I can still take another shower" You hum with a smile on, you pushed yourself up and crawled on the bed to be face to face with him

"Only shower?"

"Well... I can think about something else too"

"Save that for later, campeón. I'm tired right now"

"You pervert, I was talking about a massage!" You laugh kissing his lips and going straight to the bathroom "You dirty minded"

You took off your shirt and throwed it at him "Shut up and come to take a shower with me"

Antoine got up really fast and ran towards the bathroom making you laugh "You're a 33 year old man but you still act as if you were 16"

"That's the spirit!"

Once you were inside the bathroom, he truly saw how tired you were and took care of you without thinking twice, he washed your hair, your body, he talked to you trying to get your head off from work and after that he helped you with your after shower routine, the creams on your body, doing your hair for you in a nice braid, dressing you in your pijama's which consisted in one of his shirts and panties.

"Thank you, Anto" You kiss his cheek

"No need to thank me, princesse" He smiled "I'm glad I can help you whenever you're having a bad day" You smile softly

"It wasn't a bad day" You confess "It was just a really tiring and long day, I had to run around everywhere, the guys were making simple mistakes, the documents I was waiting for to sign weren't even done, two meetings got pushed back because one of them is sick... It was crazy" You whispered shaking your head "What about you? How was training?"

"Koke keeps calling me Toni Pepperoni"

"You let him"

"He heard you" You laugh softly "But overall was good, tiring and hard like always but there were always laughter"

"Sometimes I wish I can switch offices with you" He laughed

"You wouldn't want that"

"No, I wouldn't" You agree "I run five minutes and I'm already passing out, imagine having to run from one side of a field to the other for +90 minutes. I'll be dead" You both laugh "And the work sessions you do, shut your mouth don't get me started on that" You shake your head "It's truly amazing what you do, love"

"Your work is amazing too. Without you the company wouldn't know how to work"

"That's called being a bossy bitch" He laughs

"You're bossy, yes. But not a bitch"

"I can be sometimes"

"0 out 11 times"

"But I still am" You winked as he laughs once again. You enjoy that sound and the smile that covers his handsome face.

"Definitely, Morata's afraid of you"

"He should be. I didn't let my shoe go out after kicking that ball for no reason"

"That day was so amazing" His giggles made you giggle as well, you keep on talking about your days and about random things that went to your mind at that moment, when he suddenly asked "Baby, how does a date night sound?"

"Do we have to go out?"

"You know we don't"

"Then it's perfect"

"You set up the movie and I'll bring something to eat"

"Can I cuddle you?"

"Do you even have to ask? Of course you will" He scoffs "Do you want Chip Ahoy's and Pringles's?" You opened your mouth but he beat you to it "Of course you will"

"Mira tu-!" (Look, you little-!) You grabbed his pillow and went to throw it at him but he passed through the door "You're lucky I'm in love with you!"

"You're the lucky one, señora!" (Old lady)

"You're definitely not coming out alive out of this one, Griezmann!" You ran out after him, you heard his laugh already on the kitchen as you made your way downstairs. He was going to get it.

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Hola! Poderias escribir mas de Andrea Medina? 💗

Aquí lo tienes 💗. Prometo que estoy trabajando en otra petición que me han dejado hace tiempo❤🦄

ABRIENDO PUERTAS

Me siento bastante nerviosa la verdad... Estoy a punto de conocer a mis nuevas compañeras de equipo y me da un poco bastante de miedo.

Nunca he sido buena para relacionarme con la gente, aunque el fútbol me ha ayudado bastante, aún sigo queriendo que la tierra me trague cuando tengo que conocer por primera vez a gente nueva.

Pero una cosa si que he aprendido muy bien a lo largo de mi corta vida... A mentir y esconder mis sentimientos.

-Vamos t/n, te están esperando- Dice Manolo Cano, mi nuevo entrenador.

Le miro y asiento moviéndome junto a él hacia el césped.

Me pongo la máscara y los nervios desaparecen. No quiero que piensen que soy un bebé que quiere volver a casa porque eso es lo último que quiero.

-Equipo- Llama la atención el entrenador- Os presento a la nueva integrante- Me pongo frente al grupo y sonrío- T/n

-Hola, encantada- Saludo y las miro a todas una por una pero las que más me llaman la atención y me dan curiosidad son 2, Lola Gallardo y Andrea Medina, y no sé porqué.

-Hola, yo soy Lola- Se presenta y me da una sonrisa amistosa

-Yo Andrea- Saluda la chica que estaba al lado de la portera y joder... Vaya ojos y vaya sonrisa.

Y así se presentan todas una a una. Yo ya había hecho mi trabajo y las había investigado un poco por Instagram para ver quienes iban a ser mis compañeras durante los próximos 2 años.

-Hacer dos grupos, vamos a hacer un rondo.

La gente se empieza a mover formando sus grupos pero yo me quedo quieta. En ese momento Lola aparece y envuelve su gran brazo alrededor de mi

-Ven con nosotras, novata.

Me encojo de hombros un poco por el contacto pero lo ignoro.

-Claro

En ese grupo estaban Vir, Maitane, Leicy, Merel, Sheila, Sonia y por supuesto Andrea.

-Get in the middle, novata- Dice la holandesa- Let's see what you can do

La miro y sonrío aceptando el reto.

Sin decir nada me pongo en el medio mirando las a todas antes de que empieza a rodar la pelota.

Al tercer toque la pelota está en mis pies

-Ik weet hoe ik meer moet doen dan dit- Miro a Merel sonriendo y esta está sorprendida pero las demás más todavía. (Se hacer más que esto)

-Ken jij nederlands? (Sabes holandés?)

Me encojo de hombros

-Algo- Le paso el balón a Leicy y me pongo en su lugar.

Justo en frente tengo a Medina y me la quedo mirando como juega hasta que el balón cae en mis pies.

Se la paso a Medina

-¿De donde vienes, t/n?- Empieza a preguntar Virginia.

-De Mallorca

-En que equipo jugabas?

-En el Atlético de Baleares

-He escuchado que hay buen futuro ahí- Me guiña un ojo la veterana mallorquina

-Sí, pero todas quieren salir de la isla para poder llegar a jugar más profesionalmente.

-¿Cuántos años tienes?- Pregunta Medina ahora.

-Pues 16

Lola silva

-Te han quitado el sitio de bebé- Dice la portera riendo y despeina un poco a Andrea.

-No quiero ese título- Rechazo

-Ooh, pues lo tendrás. Al menos de mi parte- Dice Lola y me sonrie.

Me la quedo mirando y la verdad es que no me siento incómoda con ella y no veo un atisbo de maldad en ella. Creo que me cae bien.

El entrenamiento sigue y hablamos de cosas irrelevantes y nos reímos de las chorradas de Lola.

Solo cuando el entrenador manda a todas al vestuario es cuando me quedo sola y disfrutando del ruido de mi bota pisando el césped o chutando el balón.

Estaba completamente sola entrenando pero en algún momento Lola y Andrea aparecieron.

Sin decir absolutamente nada Gallardo se puso en la portería, Medina de defensa y yo atacando como si lo hubiéramos hecho mil veces antes pero no, está era la primera vez y se sentía realmente bien.

Medina era una lateral increíble y Gallardo un buena porteraza pero eso no evitaba que mis chutes entraran más en la portería de lo que ellas quisieran.

En algún momento de la tarde paramos, el sol se empezaba a esconder y yo no quería perderme la puesta de sol.

Así que sin decir nada más me senté en el césped mirándola.

-¿Estás bien?- Pregunta Medina y ambas corren a mi buscando algún indicio de dolor.

-Si, de puta madre- Señalo la puesta- ¿No es bonita?

-Sí

Ambas se sientan a mi derecha y miramos el atardecer en silencio.

-¿Qué haces aquí?- Pregunta Lola de repente

-¿No es obvio?- Me río- Lo que todas hacen aquí. Jugar al fútbol y buscar ser la mejor- Me encojo de hombros mirándolas.

-Ya, pero hacer un cambio tan grande con 16 años... A mi me costó aceptar esta oferta- Dice Andrea- ¿No extrañas tú casa? ¿Tú familia?

Suelto una risa sin gracia.

-Yo soy mi familia.

Las dos me observan curiosas, sé que se mueren por seguir preguntando pero no lo hacen y se lo agradezco. Simplemente se levantan y me tienden una mano para ayudarme a levantarme.

Vamos a los vestuarios, no quedaba nadie ya. Todas se habían marchado a su casa

Me estaba poniendo la camiseta cuando Lola habla.

-¿Dónde te estás quedando?

-En un hotel cerca de aquí

-¿Quieres venir a cenar? - Interrumpe Andrea- Hemos quedado Lo y su novia, Cristiana, para cenar en un restaurante.

-Si, puedes venir. Seguro que le caes genial a Cris- Dice la mayor.

-Oh- me sorprendo- No quiero interponerme en vuestros planes...

-Chorradas niña- La guardameta pone sus brazos alrededor de nosotras- Vamos, que a Cris no le gusta que lleguemos tarde

Lola conduce hasta el restaurante y todo son risas porque entre las dos andaluzas es imposible no mearte encima.

Algo muy raro en mi, cabe recalcar, no soy de esas personas que enseguida se ponen a reír y se siente cómoda.

Cuando bajamos del coche veo que las dos chicas se acercan y saludan entusiasmadas a una mujer y deduzco que es Cristina.

Me quedo un poco atrás sin saber cómo intervenir.

-Ohhh- Dice cuando termina de saludarlas- Tu debes de ser el nuevo fichaje del equipo- Se acerca y me da dos besos.

Me paralizo un poco ante el saludo

-Encantada, soy t/n- Respondo cuando vuelvo a mí- Tú eres Cristina, ¿no?

-La misma, espero que te hayan hablado bien de mí- Dice en broma.

-Que va, solo han soltado mierda por la boca- Suelto la broma pero enseguida me arrepiento y dejo de respirar.

Cuando veo que rien puedo volver a la normalidad y recuperar el oxígeno.

-Vamo' a come' que muero de hambre- Dice Medina y todas la seguimos.

Nos sentamos en la mesa al lado mío está Andrea y enfrente nuestro la parejita.

Durante la cena todo son risas y bromas, también intentan conocerme un poco más y yo las dejo.

Hay veces en los que la chica a mi lado y yo rozamos nuestros muslos o brazos y me pongo bastante inquieta... Y no en el mal sentido y eso hace que me inquiete más todavía.

Intento pagar la cuenta pero ni Lola ni Cris me dejan y Medina a mi lado se ríe.

-Ya te acostumbraras- Dice la menor encogiendose de hombros.

-¿Donde te estás quedando?- Pregunta Cris una vez salimos.

-En un hotel cerca de aquí... Puedo ir andando si queréis iros a casa ya

-Tenemos una habitación libre... Oh bueno... Cuando la terremoto no la ocupa- Ríe Cristina

-Si, puedes dormir con ella o sino la hechamos al sofá- Bromea ahora Lola.

-Oyeee- Se queja juguetonamente la aludida.

-No quiero molestar chicas... Estoy segura que sería un estorbo más y seguramente queréis intimidad y esas cosas... - Me niego.

-No digas tonterias chiquilla- Dice Lola.

-Si, Andrea también se acopló cuando fichó por el Atleti... -Dice la otra

-No sé...-

-No acepto un no por respuesta- Dice la más mayor

Se me escapa una sonrisa. Su actitud me recuerda tanto a alguién.

-Está bien- Acepto resignada y Andrea suelta una carcajada.

Me llevan al hotel y Cris me ayuda un momento a coger mis maletas que son pocas, no tenía mucho que coger de casa.

Ella no hace comentarios al respecto pero cuando me meto en el coche la sevillana pequeña si.

-¿Solo tienes eso?¿Te vienes aquí a vivir solo con 2 maletas pequeñas?-Me mira alucinada

-Si- Me encojo de hombros sin decir nada más y lo capta.

Una vez llegamos a su casa me enseñan la casa y la que va a ser mi habitación por un tiempo. Veo que Lola saca mantas y cojines de un armario.

-¿Para quien es eso?- Pregunto confusa.

-Para la ni��a- Mira a Medina

-¿Qué? No- Niego- Estoy invadiendo su cama... -Miro la cama y luego a Andrea- Es lo suficientemente grande para las dos. No me importa dormir contigo.

-Si, a mi tampoco- Me sonrie y puede que me derrita un poco.

Nos mira y sonrie traviesa

-Bueno... En ese caso me voy a dormir. Buenas noches, chicas.

Saco las cosas para ir al baño a lavarme los dientes y veo que ella me sigue y hace lo mismo.

Nos lavamos juntas en silencio pero empieza a hacer guarradas con la pasta y yo la sigo y nos reímos.

En un momento veo que empieza a grabar pero me da igual sigo haciendo el tonto junto a ella.

-Nuestra primera de muchas- Levanta el móvil.

Ignoro el comentario sin hacerme ilusiones.

-¿Qué lado quieres?- Pregunto señalando la cama

-Este está bien- Señala la izquierda y asiento así que me meto en el contrario.

Cuando me acuesto cojo el móvil para enviar un mensaje

"Hola, se que estas despierta esperando :)"

"Ha sido un día movidito, siento no haberte llamado"

"Mañana te llamo, lo prometo"

Mando y mientras espero respuesta veo como se mete en la cama mi compañera de habitación temporal.

Ambas boca arriba mirando el techo.

Gira la cabeza para mirarme y hago lo mismo.

-¿Qué estudias?

-Ummm, me estoy sacado un FP de auxiliar de enfermería y el año que viene quiero hacer el de rayos o algo así

Abre la boca

-Así que enfermera eh

Suelto una carcajada

-Si te lo quieres tomar asi... Es parecido solo que sin pinchar

Asiente sonriendo

-¿Y luego? Quieres ir a la uni o te quedas con los FP?

-Uni, pero no sé de que. Soy un poco indecisa

-Es normal yo tampoco sabia que hacer

-¿Qué haces tú?- Pregunto ahora yo curiosa.

-He hecho bachillerato y ahora me he metido a hacer ciencias de la actividad física y del deporte online.

-Que guay, yo también quiero hacer algo relacionado con el deporte o medicina pero tengo tiempo todavía- Me rio-  Soy un puto bebé

Suelta una carcajada y yo con ella.

-Puede que si

-Oye, tu también lo eres

-Para Lola si, pero soy mayor que tú- Me saca la lengua y yo a ella.

En ese momento me llega un mensaje y lo cojo rápido

"Hola peque. Estaba esperando tu llamada.

"Espero que este todo bien, mañana me contaras todo... Sino cojo el primer vuelo para verte eeeh"

Me río por lo último y Andrea me mira curiosa

Me llegó otro

"T'estimo petita❤"

Le respondo

"T'estimoooooo ❤❤❤❤"

Dejo el móvil cargando y me pongo de lado mirando a la chica a mi izquierda.

-¿Alguien importante?

-Si, una de las pocas que está ahí pase lo que pase.

Me sincero

Seguimos hablando pero en algún momento ya no recibo respuesta.

-¿Andrea?- La llamo suavemente y la miro ya que estaba mirando el techo

Estaba de lado hacia mi con los ojos cerrados y respirando tranquilamente.

Sonrio y sin saber porque le hago un mini video

Me quedo mirandola sin poder dormir, media hora después Medina estaba encima mia con la cabeza apoyada en mi cuello.

Me tenso pero luego acabo rodeandola con mis brazos y poco después me duermo.

Me despierto al sentir movimientos encima mia y resoplo.

-Estate quieta- Mando y entierro la cabeza en el matojo de pelos.

-Perdón, no quería despertarte- Susurra.

Obro los ojos de mala gana y después de acostumbrarme a la luz la miro.

-Buenos días- Digo con la voz rasposa

-Buenos días, perdon por haberme puesto encima de ti- Se disculpa sentándose en la cama.

-Me han molestado más tus ronquidos- Bromeo y abre la boca ingidnada.

-Yo no ronco!

-oh, si que lo haces, pero todavía es aguantable. No me has dejado sorda.

Me río y me levanto

-Yo n... - Se calla de repente cuando me ve en ropa interior para ponerme la ropa de entreno.

-No pot ser- Me río al ver su cara roja y aparta la mirada- ¿No tendrias que estar acostumbrada ya a ver a chicas en ropa interior? - Me burlo.

-Lo estoy- Se defiende.

-Ya lo veo- La miro y me visto rápido- Venga arreglate.

Salgo de la habitación y voy a la cocina.

-Buenos días- Saludo a las dos mujeres.

-Bueno' día' niña- Me acerco para ver lo que hacen y me sorprende con un beso en la sien.- ¿Qué tal has dormido?

-Pufff genial, es agradable dormir con un oso que ronca- Digo esto último en voz alta.

-Otra vez. Que yo no ronco- Aparece la aludida y me río al ver su carita enfadada.

-Si que lo haces, terremoto- Dice Cris y le da varios besos en la mejilla.

-A mi me trae por el camino de la amargura cuando duermo con ella- Se mete con ella Lola

-Esto no puede ser, todas contra mi no eh- Se cruza de brazos enfadada pero sonrie cuando Lola la llena de besos.

-Aun así, roncando y todo te queremos.

Sonrío al ver la complicidad que tienen las tres aún habiéndose conocido apenas hace un año.

Desayunamos y vamos al centro de entrenamiento. Hicimos físico y luego estuvimos un poco con el balón para irnos acostumbrando a jugar entre nosotras.

Cuando el entreno termina espero a que todas entren al vestuario para hacer una videollamada.

-Hola, pequeña- Saluda alegre Alexia.

Se escucha mucho alboroto de fondo.

-Hola, Ale- Devuelvo contenta.

De repente se para el ruido y se escuchan varios "Esa es T/n?" de fondo hasta que aparecen 4 cabezas más aparte de la de Ale.

-T/n- Exclaman Mapi, Patri, Claudia y Jana a la vez.

-Hola chicas- Saludo sonriendo

-Te echamos de menos- Dice Mapi con un puchero

-Si, yo no se porque has rechazado la oferta del equipo B- Dice Pina ahora.

-Ya os lo he dicho. No quiero que me tachen por enchufada ni nada de eso- Digo- Además... Mi calidad no es para estar en el B de nadie- Les guiño el ojo y se ríen todas.

-Ahí tienes toda la razón, niña- Patri comenta.

-Aparte me va a gustar jugar contra vosotras y patearos el culo- Hago como que me quito polvo de los hombros.

-Ya lo veremos- Dice Jana.

-Oooh, preparate Janita.

Ahí empezamos una discusión bastante infantil entre las 5 mientras la doble balón de oro mira divertida la interacción.

-Bueno, basta ya- Corta la mayor- Fuera, dejarme hablar con ella a solas.

Las chicas la miran indignadas pero le hacen caso y se van.

Veo que ha quedado una pelota del entrenamiento y me pongo a jugar con ella

-Cuéntame, que tal estos dias? Has echo amigos?

-Eeeh- Hago una vuelta al mundo- Ha estado bien, las chicas el primer día me desafiaban por mi edad- Ruedo los ojos- Ya sabes, lo de siempre. Les calle la boca en 15 minutos y ahora parece que soy una más aunque es clara la diferencia de edad- Me encojo de hombros.

-Esa es mi chica- Dice orgullosa

-Parece que Lola me a cogido bajo su ala. No me dejó quedarme en el hotel y me ha ofrecido una habitación hasta que encuentre otro sitio.

-¿Si? Eso es muy bueno t/n- Dice contenta- Lola es una buena chica y te ríes una montón con ella. Seguro que te cuida bien, ya me encargaré de eso.

-No, Alexia- Digo con el ceño fruncido

-¿Qué tiene de malo?

-Ya te lo dije antes de irme. No quiero que me vean diferente o que tu intervengas en algo o lo que sea.- Paro y la miro- Suficiente has echo con sacarme de ahí y darme la oportunidad de hacer esto- Le enseño el campo- Es algo que nunca te lo voy a poder agradecer lo suficiente.

-Es algo que te mereces por tu propio mérito y habrías podido conseguirlo igualmente- Asegura- Tienes mucho futuro.

-Gracias- Digo emocionada- Que me lo digas tú es... - No encuentro las palabras.

-Es la verdad- Dice- Entonces cuando nos veamos tengo que hacer como si nada? No creo que pueda y menos creo que pueda controlar a las chicas. Están ansiosas por verte otra vez.

-Jugaremos dentro de 4 meses. Creo que es tiempo suficiente para ganarme el pan yo solita.

Se ríe.

Veo por el rabillo del ojo que Medina se acerca.

-T'he de deixar, t'estimooo

-D'acord, t'estim

Cuelgo

-Eres un poco inquieta no? Llevo mirándote media hora hablando por teléfono y no has dejado de mover la pelota en ningún momento.

-¿Me estas espiando?- Fingo indignación.- Pensándolo mejor... Es normal que no pares de mirarme, soy increíble.

Nos reímos.

Los meses pasan hasta que llega el partido contra el Barça en territorio catalán.

Ha ido todo genial, me he ganado un sitio en el equipo y todas son muy protectoras conmigo sobre todo Lola, con ella he creado un vínculo super fuerte y se a vuelto un pilar en mi vida junto con Cris y Andrea.

Mi relación con las dos futbolistas es increíble han pasado de ser culo y mierda a ser culo, mierda y peo o eso dice Lo.

Con Andrea tengo una conexión que no he tenido nunca con nadie. Puedo pasar de hacer el gilipollas con ella, bromas, comportarnos como niñas pequeñas a abrirle mi corazón a pecho abierto y a quererla de una forma súper fuerte.

Pero volviendo al presente. Teníamos un partido que jugar.

Estaba en el vestuario poniéndome la equipación. No tenía prisa, estaba en el banquillo.

Me senté junto a Vir cuando los dos equipos salieron al campo.

En el medio tiempo estábamos perdiendo 2-0 y en el 50 decidieron que era hora de que entrara al terreno.

Mientras esperaba que la arbitra diera paso al cambio vi una silueta pararse a mi lado. Al girarme vi a la número 11.

-Pero si tengo a mi lado a la mismísima reina- Exclamo en voz baja para que sólo me escuche ella- ¿Estás lista?- Sonrió traviesa.

-¿Lo dudas?

En ese momento la arbitra nos deja entrar y empieza la función.

El chip del equipo cambia cuando toco el primer balón y pongo en apuros a la defensa blaugrana. Ahora creen que podemos llegar a algo.

En el 56 después de unos cuantos intentos de mi parte y de Banini llega mi gol.

Cojo enseguida el balón y voy a ponerlo en el punto de inicio y después celebro con las compañeras que venían corriendo detrás de mi.

Continuamos y ahora el Barça estaba mucho más defensivo y muy pendientes de mi. Cada que tocaba balón me lo intentaban quitar o me hacían entradas feas.

En una de esas estaba en el suelo sentada tocandome el tobillo y vi a Medina acercarse enfadada a Pina que estaba junto a mi y Patri.

-No era necesaria esa entrada- Dice de mala ostia encarandose mi número 20.

Me levanto enseguida un poco coja y me pongo en medio.

Medina tenía muy mala ostia pero Clau también y no quería un pelea ahora.

-¿Estas bien?- Dice la culé ignorando a mi compañera.

Asiento con la cabeza

-Como si te hubiera importado hace 2 minutos- Suelta Andrea.

-Andrea, basta- Ordeno y la cojo de la mano para sacarla de ahí.

Es una falta muy cerca del área y peligrosa y pido tirarla.

Me mira Menayo y asiente.

Coloco el balón y veo en la barrera colocadas a Patri y Aitana y luego miro al cúmulo de jugadoras que hay en el área.

Miro la portería guardada por Paños y cuando escucho el silbato chuto la pelota.

Va por toda la escuadra y Sandra no consigue llegar.

La primera en engancharse a mi es Medina a la que agarro por las piernas y luego ya las otras se van sumando.

El partido terminó 2-2 minutos después y iba saludando amistosamente a las que se cruzaban por mi camino antes de que me arrastrarán a una entrevista.

-Muy buenas tardes T/n

-Buenas tardes

-¿Cómo te sientes después de haber enfrentado y empatado a un equipo como el Barça con sólo 16 años prácticamente tu sola?

-Bueno, el equipo ha echo un buen partido, ha podido contener bastante bien a Geyse, Alexia, Ana María... Solo les faltaban las ocasiones de gol.- Me encojo de hombros- Estoy contenta pero hay cosas por mejorar y en eso hay que centrarnos.

-Veo que tienes las cosas muy claras, pero dime. Tú personalmente te veías cuando eras pequeña jugando contra el Barcelona?

-No, de pequeña iba día a día y sigo haciéndolo pero jamás me había imaginado estando hoy aquí o por lo menos no siendo tan jóven.

-Te ves vistiendo en un futuro los colores blaugranas?

La miro y me rio.

-Cualquiera estaría loco de decir que no a jugar en un equipo tan grande. Pero ahora hay que centrarse en el Atleti que es otro equipo muy grande.

-Muchas...-Alguien salta a mi espalda- gracias, T/n. Disfruta del día.

-Igualmente- Me voy de ahí con Andrea encima de mi.

-Así que el Barça, eh- Dice Andrea primero.

-Es mi sueño

-Lo sé- En ese momento Pina y Patri aparecen frente a nosotras y Andrea se baja de mi espalda pero la agarro de la mano para que no se encare.

-Tu... - Empieza a hablar la sevillana pero se calla cuando Patri y Pina se abalanzan sobre mi

-Joder, te he echado de menos- Dice Patri en mi pelo.

-Si, pues cualquiera lo diría- Me separo- Anda que habéis tenido tiempo para venir a verme, sinvergüenzas

-Te juro que cuando tengamos un par de días libres venimos a verte- Dice Patri- Bueno, casi todas las chicas.

En ese momento alguien me levanta del suelo en un abrazo apretado pero reconozco ese olor a kilómetros, Alexia.

-Si, en cuanto tengamos libre vamos enseguida- Afirma sin soltarme

-Hola, Ale- La abrazo de vuelta y noto varios cuerpos más encima.

-Estas más fuerte eh- Dice Jana cuando nos separamos- Y corres más, mare meva.

-Y estoy más buena también- Me río de las caras.

-También, también para que engañarnos -Dice Bruna y escucho un resoplido

Era Medina. Estaba mirando todo confusa y a Bruna bastante mal por estar tocando mi biceps.

-Oohh, chicas esta es Andrea- Rodeo su cintura y ahora mira triunfante a Bruna o eso creía. -Una de las que me ayudó a integrarme y una muy buena amiga.

-Tu eres la que ganó el Mundial no? - Dice Mapi emocionada- Si que lo eres, tienes mucho talento

-Gracias- Dice sonrojada y le pellizco la mejilla

Llega Lola también confusa

-Ellas son las que me acogieron prácticamente en su familia- Les resumo brevemente- Luego os lo explico.

-Vamos todas a cenar? - Dice Patri

Y todas afirman

-Antes podemos ir a un bar o algo para hacer tiempo- Sugiere Alexia y todas estamos de acuerdo- ¿Vais a venir? - Pregunta a las sevillanas

-Si, claro- Responde Lo por las dos.

-Pues genial, vamos a saludar a los fans.

-Yo de mientras iré a decírselo a unas cuantas chicas del Atleti- Dice Mapi y todas nos esparcimos pero Andrea se queda conmigo mientras saludamos a los fans y firmamos.

Me sorprende ver a varias chicas colchoneras con mi dorsal pero lo que más me sorprende es encontrarme a una mujer en concreto en las gradas.

Camino hacia ella ignorando a alguno que otro y Andrea me sigue desde la distancia.

-¿María?- Pregunto alucinada de verla.

-T/n!- Dice contenta y me abraza tan fuerte como puede.

-¿Qué haces aquí?- Pregunto sin creerlo cuando me separo- ¿Cómo estás?

-Bien, viviendo después de lo de Lucía- Dice sonriendo triste- Pero he venido aquí porque me he enterado que jugabas y quería volver a verte.

-Si, ya han pasado 2 años desde que no nos vemos- Digo triste recordando esos tiempos

-¿Tú cómo estás?

-Feliz- Digo sinceramente- He conseguido a gente importante y que quiero- Miro inconsciente a Andrea que estaba a unos metros mirando hacia nosotras- Y estoy haciendo lo que quería.

-Esa chica eh, te brillan los ojos cuando la miras- Ríe tiernamente y me sonrojo pero no digo nada- Lucía estaría muy orgullosa de lo que has logrado, T/n- Dice sinceramente y la abrazo muy fuerte con los ojos llenos de lágrimas.

-La hecho mucho de menos- Digo con un nudo en la garganta

-Y yo, cariño. Pero donde quiera que este está cuidando de nosotras, como siempre a hecho

Me despego del abrazo y nos miramos.

-El otro día me atreví por fin a abrir y mirar las cajas de Lucía que desde la mudanza habían estado guardadas- Se aclara la garganta- Vi una cosa y pensé en ti- Se gira un momento y me tiende una guitarra

-Que, que haces?- Se me entrecorta la voz

-La vi y en que sitio puede estar mejor que contigo?

-No-Niego repetidas veces con la cabeza y aparto la mirada hacia Andrea que al verme así se acerca más todavía- No puedo aceptarlo. Es de ella.

-Estoy segura de que hubiera querido que la tuvieras- Se acerca y me susurra- Y que le cantes a esa preciosa chica

Cojo la guitarra marrón oscura y observo la inicial de Lucía y mia que hicimos cuando le regalé el instrumento.

Paso los dedos por encima y luego me dispongo a tocar un par de acordes pero paro.

-Me da que tendrás que afinarla un poco- Ríe suave.

-Eso parece- Digo- Gracias... Por venir y por la guitarra

Me da un beso en la frente

-Disfruta ahora todo lo que tengas y lo que se te presente- Me mira a los ojos- Y no dejes los sentimientos para el último momento. Tu más que nadie te mereces esto y más- Me hace un gesto con la cabeza y se que se refiere a Andrea.

Con un último beso en la frente se gira y se va.

Me quito una lágrima y sonrío mirando el instrumento que ahora me pertenece y que en su momento regalé.

Andrea termina de acercarse y pasa su brazo por mi cintura en un gesto protector.

Me aclaro la garganta y la miro

-Ven, es hora de que sepáis todo- Me decido

-No tienes porque hacerlo...

-Quiero hacerlo- Digo segura.

-Loooolaa- Llama Medina de camino hacia los túneles, ella nos ve y se acerca.

-¿Estás bien?- Es lo primero que pregunta cuando ve mi cara.

-Venid- Las guio a una sala donde se que no habrá nadie.

-¿Qué es todo esto?- Pregunta confundida Lola y señala la guitarra

-Cierra el pico, Lola- Dice sería Andrea y esta se vuelve sería.

Algo muy raro en estas mujeres

-No se como empezar...-Hago una pausa y suspiro.- Me crié en un barrio un poco chungo, había mucha mierda para que mentir- Hago una mueca graciosa

Se rien un poco

-Mi infancia no fue la mejor. Mis padres eran alcohólicos sobre todo mi padre y mi madre acabo siéndolo por culpa de él y los maltratos.

-A ti también... - Lola no pudo continuar con la frase. Ambas apretaban los puños.

-Si, me acuerdo de la primera vez. Era mi cumpleaños, cumplía 5 y yo estaba emocionada y contenta. Todos mis amigos de clase me felicitaron era nuevo para mi, en mi casa eso no existía. Mi padre estaba en el sofá durmiendo con unos 10 botellines de cerveza alrededor- Hago una pausa- Mi madre no estaba y yo contenta me fui a mi cuarto y cerré la puerta para ponerme a jugar. Grave error, la cerré más fuerte o eso pensó mi padre- Me reí y negué con la cabeza- A partir de ese día nunca más volvi ha hacer ruido con las puertas.

-T/n- Exclaman y me abrazan.

-Pasaba el menor tiempo posible en casa desde ese día, estaba mucho mejor en la calle que en casa. Un día vinieron a vivir una familia nueva al barrio y yo tenía curiosidad. Conocí a Lucía, la niña pequeña de la familia, y enseguida nos hicimos amigas, todos los días estaba en su casa o en la calle con ella. Gracias a su madre pude apuntarme a un equipo de fútbol.

-A Lucía le encantaba la música, lo llevaba en la sangre. Eran una familia gitana con mucho arte, el padre y los tios tocaban la guitarra y el hermano la caja y yo bueno, aprendí de todo. Cuando cumplió once le regalé la guitarra- La miro con añoro- Aún ella teniendo una se volvió loca y se convirtió en su preferida, nunca la soltaba. O estábamos tocando y cantando juntas o estaba mirándome jugar mientras hacía música o lo que sea

-Que bonito, t/n- Susurra Medi emocionada y sonrío de verdad, con el corazón

-Era la mejor- Me aclaro la garganta- Por esa época tambien conocí a Patri. Vivía unas calles más para atrás y la pasión por el fútbol nos unió, fichó por el barça y solo venia en vacaciones y una vez vino con más chicas, concretamente Mapi, Pina y Alexia. La conexión con estas era increíble pero con la última fue instantánea. Casi como cuando nos conocimos nosotras o tu y Medi- Digo mirando a Lola.

-Entiendo

-Intentaba ocultar lo que pasaba en casa cuando estaba ella ya que a un referente no quieres darle esa imagen pero acabó enterándose y la conexión se volvió muchísimo más fuerte.

Hago una pausa y les sonrío

-Ale me queria llevar con ella. No me queria dejar ahí ni un minuto más pero por ese entonces a Lucía le detectaron cáncer y yo no iba a dejarla sola. Fue una lucha intensa durante 2 años pero no fue suficiente. Murió hace 2 años.

-Joder, t/n, lo siento mucho- Dicen ambas y me abrazan

-Su familia se fue de Mallorca y yo desde entonces dejé de tocar nada, todo me recordaba a ella. Ya no tenía nada que me retuviera ahí así que Alexia por fin me pudo sacar y aquí estoy

-Ahora también nos tienes a nosotras- Dice Lola abrazándome fuerte y se une Medi

-Lo sé y estoy agradecida de haberos conocido. Sois increíbles.

-Lo sabemos- Dice la andaluza pequeña con una sonrisa arrogante.

Le pego un puñetazo en el hombro

-Pero yo lo soy más, ahora moviendo el culo que nos están esperando y tengo hambre.

Ordeno y me hacen caso.

3 horas después estábamos todas cenadas pero cada una tenía sus conversaciones en la gran mesa

-Te hemos visto con una guitarra, ¿tocas?- Dice Paños.

-Sí, se tocar- Respondo y me muevo un poco incómoda. Parece que las que están a mi lado se dan cuenta porque Andrea pone una mano en mi muslo y Ale en el otro.

-¿Tocas algo para nosotras, t/n? - Dice Bruna ilusionada ajena a todo lo que pasa por mi mente- Porfaaa

Abro la boca pero no sale nada.

-Si no quieres no tienes que hacerlo- Dice Alexia a mi lado y Olga, su novia, me da una sonrisa alentadora. Ellas saben como me siento.

-No no, esta bien. Puedo hacer esto- Digo más para mi misma.

Me levanto de la silla y me tomo unos minutos para buscar la guitarra y volver

Cuando estoy lista regreso y me siento en la silla tocando suavemente las cuerda para poder afinarlas.

Tengo la mirada de todas encima pero sólo hay una que hace que me ponga un poco nerviosa, Andrea.

Toco un par de acordes y sonrío inconsciente cuando me vienen imágenes a la cabeza de las horas que pasamos Lucía y yo cantando y tocando.

Miro de refilon a Medina y es cuando se me viene una canción a la mente, una que he tocado incansables veces con Lucía y siempre imaginando a alguien sin rostro pero ahora lo tiene.

Empiezo con la melodía y ahí es cuando se me olvida todo y sólo me centro en la música.

"Una vez, soñé lo que el futuro me deparaba

Había un patio andalu'"

Empiezo a cantar y cuando viene cierta frase miro discretamente a Andrea aunque como ella está fijamente mirándome se da cuenta

"Ya encontré

La que será mi futura esposa

La madre de mi' tres hijo'

Sevillana, guapa y hermosa

Y al bailar parece que vuela

Su' pie' son de oro puro

Cásate conmigo, flamenca

Que amor eterno, yo a ti, te juro"

Noto un poco de sorpresa en su reacción y algo más que no sabría describir pero continúo cantando hasta que la canción termina y todo el mundo aplaude hasta las mesas de los alrededores y camareros.

-Wooooooww t/n, no sabíamos que escondias esa voz- Dice Bruna maravillada y le doy un sonrisa

-Gracias pero no es para tanto- Le respondo y todas me miran mal

-¿Qué no es para tanto? Tu voz es preciosa, t/n- Dice Andrea y eso hace que me ponga roja, muy roja.

Alexia me da un golpe en el muslo sutilmente y me giro a mirarla y veo como ella y Olga se están riendo de mi.

Le saco el dedo y la lengua y ella me saca también la lengua.

-¿Puedes cantarnos más?- Pregunta Jana

-Solo si me acompañais

Así nos pasamos un par de horas entre todas cantando y divirtiéndonos y luego fuimos a cenar a un restaurante.

Me había olvidado lo divertido y bien que me sentía con la música.

-Nos vamos a ver pronto Pinita- Le digo a la chica que estaba abrazándome fuerte y puede ver una cola detrás de ella con las demás chicas del Barça.

De repente se unen al abrazo Bruna, Jana y Patri

-Te vamos a hechar de menos, t/n- Dicen estas últimas.

-Y yo a vosotras- Me aclaro un poco la garganta para quitar las lágrimas que quieren salir- Pero hay videollamada y me habeis prometido que cualquier día libre vendreis a verme.

Me separo de ellas y enseguida se engancha Mapi a mi.

-Tu también tienes que venir eh, que sino te meto arrastrando en el equipo B- Dice la aragonesa.

Y así me despido de todas hasta que queda solo una, Ale.

Ella es un poco más alta así que mi cabeza termina en su cuello y quien soy yo para quejarme.

-Pasatelo muy bien, patea muchos culos y hazles saber quién es T/n Putellas

Si, había heredado su apellido cuando terminó siendo mi tutora legal pero eso no lo sabía mucha gente.

-Si, mami- Medio enserio medio en broma

-Y escríbeme

-Mamá Alexia deja un poco al polluelo anda- Dice Mapi burlandose- Escríbele cada minuto eh, que sino lo paga con nosotras- Me dice a mi ahora y nos reímos todos menos Ale que le da un golpe en la nuca.

Le doy un beso en la mejilla

-T'estimooo

-I jo més- Responde y se acerca a mi oido- Ves a por la chica

Me despido con la mano y cuando salimos pongo el brazo sobre los hombros de Medina acercandola a mi cuerpo.

Todas las chicas del Atleti empezamos a caminar hacia el hotel pero me quedo atrás con Lola y Medi.

-Quieres a Alexia eh- Comenta la mayor y yo asiento

-Sí, legalmente es mi madre y yo la quiero como tal

Seguimos hablando pero en ningún momento suelto a Andrea y nadie se extraña porque en estos meses la hemos pasado así día si y día también.

Al llegar al hotel cada una se dispersa hacia su habitación y yo me voy a la mia con Andrea

Voy a mi lado de la cama, dejo la guitarra en el suelo y quitándome la camiseta me tumbo en la cama mirando a mi compañera de equipo.

Se quita los zapatos mientras mira algo en el móvil pero luego lo deja en la mesita de noche y se tira a mi lado.

-Andrea

-mmmh?

-Creo que se a colado una mofeta en la habitación- Digo preocupada mirandola.

-¿Qué estas diciendo?- Me mira raro

-Es que desde que te has quitado los zapatos huele muy mal- Arrugo la nariz para enfatizar.

Abre la boca indignada y me mira mal

-Primero con que ronco y ahora que me huelen los pies

-¿Qué quieres que haga yo? Es la verdad...

-¿Ah si? Pues tu te tiras unos peos mientras duermes mortíferos- Dice ella y ahora soy yo la ofendida.

-Mentira, si yo huelo a rosas siempre

-No, creo que con tus pedos matarias hasta a un muerto y mira que está muerto ya eh

Indignada me pongo sobre ella haciéndole cosquillas y luego ella también me las hace y no sé como termina ella encima mia con ambas piernas rodeando mi cintura y la cara demasiado cerca de mi para ser legal.

Nos quedamos mirando con la respiración bastante acelerada hasta que bajo a sus labios

Levanto la mano y con el pulgar acaricio ese lunar que tiene bajo su labio.

No veo rechazo por su parte y encima intercala la mirada entre mis ojos y mis labios así que me levanto un poco y rozo nuestros labios hasta que los conecto del todo

Es un beso suave, lento, sin prisas.

Saboreo bastante su labio inferior y superior hasta que por culpa del aire tenemos que separarnos.

-Joder- Dice Andrea cerrando los ojos intentando recuperar el aire.

-¿Tan mal beso?- Bromeo aunque por dentro no era una broma.

Abre los ojos y sonrie pícara.

-Un poco, pero no pasa nada, podemos arreglar eso.

Se acerca y me vuelve a besar todavía lento aunque el tiempo pasaba y de cada vez se iban volviendo más intensos los besos.

Estuvimos un par de horas así con ella encima mia pero no llegamos a más que unas cuantas caricias por debajo de su camiseta de mi parte.

Paramos cuando ya teníamos los labios hinchados y rojos

-¿Esto es real?- Pregunto sin creermelo del todo

Sin decir nada me pellizca el brazo

-Auuuu bruta

-¿Parece bastante real no?

-Sí

Le recojo el pelo tras la oreja.

-Vamos a dormir que solo quedan 4 horas

-Mmmmh no- Niego- Solo unos cuantos más

La acerco a mi y volvemos a besarnos.

Al final no dormimos nada...

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Jealous - Antoine Griezmann x reader (Part II & End)

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

Pairing: Antoine Griezmann x Female!Reader

Summary: Antoine realizes his mistake thanks to a few people.

Word Count:  2.5k

Warnings: Angst, mention of cheating, false accusation, bad words ig?

A/N: Here comes the second and last part! I really enjoyed writing it. I had to include Adri a bit because he's my hubby (alongside Antoine lol). Hope you'll like it. I corrected the many typos on the first part, sorry about that. By the way discussions between Antoine and two people are mentionned, if you want me to write them as a bonus let me know, I'm down for it :) GIF isn't mine (again I found the perfect one but Tumblr is messing with me so this one will do). ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE!

PART I

PART II

You spent the rest the rest of the day in your room – which was close to the one the Coach and the other members of the staff had – and you planned on staying in there crying until Hugo knocked on your door and convinced you to get downstairs for dinner. Before entering the dining room you ran into the Coach, who smiled at you.

“Hello there, young lady.”

He suddenly noticed your red eyes and his face became worried. He walked towards you and put a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N? Are you okay? What is it?”

“Nothing, coach.”

“Nonsense," he said, "you’ve obviously been crying. I may be old but I’m not blind. Tell me. Is it Antoine?”

You felt tears coming again, and nodded slowly.

“You guys had a fight, didn’t you?”

You nodded again, your throat hurting keeping you from talking.

“It’s alright, kiddo, I’m sure it’s nothing. Couples fight all the time.”

You stopped crying, and finally managed to talk.

“He saw me with Kylian after the photoshoot…And he thought there was something between us.”

“Goodness. Well, I’m sure he’ll come to his senses and realize that he’s wrong. Just give it a little time.”

He squeezed your shoulders in the manner of a father and you followed him into the dining room, where the players were sitting down around the long table. You usually sat there with them, laughing and talking alongside them, but today you felt like you couldn’t. When they saw you, several of the boys greeted you, and Paul gestured to you to come sit next to him but you softly shook your head. You went to sit down on the much smaller table next to the Coach, who had the kindness not to mention what was happening of in front of the others. From where you were you only saw Antoine’s back, and that was for the best. You tried to only focus on your plate and the much calmer discussion between the staff but your eyes kept looking in Antoine’s direction. While the others were loudly talking and laughing, you noticed Antoine didn’t talk and remained still. You forced yourself to eat a little bit, mostly to avoid questions, but everything felt like ashes in your mouth and your stomach hurt. Dessert was served and fatigue was starting to get to everyone. You refused your dessert, pretending to be full, and after a few minutes you rose from your chair.

“I’m actually feeling a bit tired, I think I’ll go to sleep. Goodnight, gentlemen.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Sleep well.”

You left the room in a hurry so the players wouldn’t notice you but as you walked to the stairs someone called up your name.

“Y/N!”

You turned to find Kylian almost running to you.

“Are you okay?” he clearly sounded – and looked –worried.

“I’ve been better, I guess.”

“Man, I feel so bad about all of this. I tried to talk to Antoine but he told me to go to hell.”

“At least you tried.”

“I’m so confused, we were just playing a video game. You're like a sister to me, there isn’t any ambiguity between us.”

“I know. A shame he doesn’t see like that," you said with sarcasm.

Kylian nodded, a sad small smile on his face.

“Do the others…”

“No, they don’t know. Some of them asked why you didn’t sit with us but Paul and I said you weren’t feeling well and that you could eat wherever you wanted anyway.”

“Thank you.” You said, feeling grateful.

“That’s the least I could do. I’ll try to talk to him again tomorrow, I don’t want you to face all this crap alone. Hopefully by then he’ll realize what he dickhead he’s been.”

“Fingers crossed.”

You said goodbye to Kylian and asked him to bid the boys goodnight on your behalf, which he accepted. You went to your room, the silence of the castle being louder than ever, and realized that if Antoine kept thinking you cheating on him, it might just be the end of your relationship. You felt so hurt at the moment that if he happened to come and apologize to you, you weren’t even sure that you would accept his apologies and forget about all of this. Antoine didn’t seem to have any trust in you, and you couldn’t date a man like that. You laid in your bed and cried until sleep came to you.

*-*

You woke up the next morning, feeling more tired than ever but a bit hungrier than the night before. It was early and the players would wake up and go down for breakfast soon. You quickly prepared and went down, and as you excepted the dining room was empty but breakfast was ready. You sat down at the same place as last night, took a croissant and poured yourself a cup of coffee, enjoying the silence. You really loved your job, the Bleus, the staff and the castle, and breaking up with Antoine meant leaving that job. You knew deep down that even though you didn’t do anything, you wouldn’t be able to stand to have Antoine hate you and ignore you. You heard noise coming from upstairs and raised from your chair. You had no problem talking with any other player than Antoine but you still preferred to only see them during training. You grabbed a paper to write notes and went to the pitches where they would train this morning. You waited and after an hour your heard them coming. They instantly noticed you as they arrived on the pitch, and greeted you.

“Hey, Y/N! Already here?”

“You weren’t at breakfast,” Adrien asked, “are you okay?”

“Yes,” you smiled. “I just got up early.”

None of them asked you about last night, probably thanks to Paul and Kylian. The Coach came to you, still looking worried, and your heart dropped as you saw Antoine behind him. He was the only one who didn’t speak to you, but he gave you a look that made you confused. Kylian then came towards you.

“Hey, there. You good?” he said as he kissed you on the cheek like all of the others did. “Hugo and I spoke to him separately,” he whispered in your ear. “Antoine was way calmer than yesterday; I was the one who got angry. I may or may not called him names, I’ll admit. I don’t think he completely believed me when I told him he was completely wrong, he still looked suspicious but I think he’ll come back to you soon.”

You nodded and he joined his teammates on the pitch. During training, you wrote any note the Coach asked you, and you couldn’t help but notice that he, Hugo and Paul acted very coldly towards Antoine, which was very unusual. During a break, you were too embarrassed not to talk to him about it.

“Coach, please, I don’t want you to act differently with Antoine, I-”

“It’s only a little lesson, Y/N. I actually talked to him this morning to let him know what I thought about his behavior.”

Must have been a heck of an early morning for Antoine, you thought. A little voice in your head said he deserved it for how he treated you the day before, and you couldn’t help but agreeing at least a bit. After training was done you handed them bottles of water. Most of them said thank you, and you had no problem reminding the others to say it too.

“Hey, Presnel, who do you think I am? Your maid?”

“Sorry, Y/N, thank you.”

You handed bottle after bottle, focused and looking only at the bottles. You handed the last one and rose up your eyes only to meet Antoine’s. You could feel your face becoming paler and your heart almost missing a bit.

“Thank you,” he said softly.

You turned your back on him and focused on the list of the things you had to do, and after a while you realized that Antoine was still here – and that everyone had left. You turned around, surprised by the feeling of annoyance you had.

“Can I help you?” you said coldly.

Antoine was obviously uncomfortable, and for a moment it felt like he was the one who cheated.

“Can we talk?” he said nervously.

“I don’t know, do you plan on insulting me like you did yesterday?”

He was taken aback by your coldness and put a nervous hand on his neck.

“No, I...”

“Because,” you cut him off, “you were this close of calling me a slut.”

“I know I went too far,” he said. “I should have never gotten angry like that.”

“Well, that’s a start,” you crossed your arms.

If you listened to yourself at this moment, you would just break up with him.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, if you only knew. I was a real dick yesterday, I don’t know what happened. I know you’d never cheat on me. I- I’m so, so sorry.”

“What if it’s too late?” you asked after a moment of silence.

“What?” he exclaimed, shock and confusion replacing nervousness on his face.

“You proved to me yesterday that you don’t trust me at all. I can accept you being a little bit jealous, but not like that. I can’t date a man wondering whether he’ll accuse me of cheating every time I talk to another man.”

“Y/N, I know I messed up really bad, I swear it won’t happen again. Please, we can’t- We can’t just break up like that, it can’t end like that.”

He reached his arm out to grab your hand, and for a second the warmness of his hand brushing yours made you want to forgive him and be in his arms again. But you couldn’t.

“I need time to think, Antoine.”

Panic came to his face in less than a second.

“Y/N, please. I love you-”

You fought the tears coming to your eyes as you stepped back.

“It didn’t look like that yesterday. I think we should just…I need time.”

He opened his mouth but you turned around and went back to the castle.

*-*

The next few days at the castle were weird and a bit lonely. The whole team seemed to be aware there was a big fight between you and Antoine, but they had the kindness not to ever mention it in your presence. They apparently thought it was Antoine’s fault, as they acted a bit coldly with him. Not that Antoine seemed to mind or even realize, as he spent most of his free time in his room and during training he only did what the Coach asked, not laughing or even talking with the others. The boys had also apparently decided to be at your side most of the time, constantly asking you to play games with them or just discussing literally everything and anything with you. You felt a bit weird about it and usually tried to refuse, but they insisted so much every time so much that you often ended up accepting. The days of training at the castle went by slowly, and you didn’t even speak a word to Antoine. The day of the match, you went with the team and the staff to the stadium, speaking with Lucas about his young child. Once you arrived at the stadium you made sure nothing was missing and let the guys change while you waited outside, the noise from the fans growing as they arrived. Once the players were all ready, you came back into the locker-room, listened to the Coach and Hugo’s speeches and as the players left for the entrance tunnel you wished all of them good luck alongside the Coach and the staff.

“Good luck, Capi.”

“Thanks,” Hugo smiled.

“Good luck, Adri.”

“Thank you!”

Antoine’s turn came. You hesitated an instant but decided to be professional.

“Good luck.”

“Thank you.”

You sat next to the staff in the stands during the match, which the Bleus won rather easily. You were scared Antoine wouldn’t be focused but he played really well, and even scored during the second half. The fans rose from the seats to celebrate and you couldn’t believe your eyes when Antoine turned to your direction, seemingly looking at you, and made a heart with his hands, his mouth saying “I love you”. That damn-

“Isn’t that cute,” Alphonse teased, sitting next to you.

After the match you went back to the locker-room to congratulate them.

“Well done, boys!”

You got a few “Thank you” back, and went to get some food and some water for them while they showered and changed. When you came back, the Coach had just finished his second speech. You put the pizzas on the table in the center of the room and everyone ate and drank. After a while, you felt a hand on your back.

“You liked what I did?” said Antoine behind you, a shy yet happy smile full of hope on his face.

“Let’s just say it was a surprise.”

“That was meant to be one. Can we talk in private?”

During the few days where you kept your distance you’ve been thinking long and hard, and eventually made up your mind. You followed Antoine into a corridor where you would have some privacy, still hearing the noise from the fans leaving the stadium.

“Listen, Antoine, I’ve thought about it and-”

You were interrupted by Antoine’s lips crashing on yours. He waited for you to push him away but you didn’t, and he put his hands on your hips. Your own hands placed themselves around his neck and as his lips danced on yours you felt like floating and as if all the sadness and hurt you had in the last few days simply flied away.

“I know I’ve been an asshole but those last few days were the hardest in my life,” he said after breaking the kiss. “I love you, Y/N, and I don’t ever want to be apart from you. You mean the world to me and I’m willing to do what it takes for you to take me back and forgive me.”

You could feel his sincerity and your heart melted.

“I love you too, Antoine. And I’m willing to forgive you.”

He had a huge smile and kissed you again. His hands had never left your hips and yours didn’t move from his neck, and you only separated when you heard a “Ew!” by a familiar voice. You turned your head only to find Paul, Presnel and Hugo looking at you.

“Y’all are disgusting,” Paul teased with a false disgusted face, and Presnel nodded.

“Shut up, man.” Antoine laughed, and you couldn’t help but laugh too.

“Glad you two finally made up,” Hugo said with a smile. “Was about damn time. We’re leaving now, though, so if Mr. and Mrs. lovebirds are done kissing, we better hurry.”

“Of course,” you said.

“Coming.”

You followed the boys towards the locker-room, your hand in Antoine’s, but right before entering, you stopped him.

“Toine?”

“Yeah?”

“Is it true that Kylian called you names when he came to talk to you?”

“God, you have no idea. Kylian, boy, get your ass here for a sec.”

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help

New writer! I’ve never written anything before so please don’t be to harsh, I’d love some constructive criticisms still. Send me your requests and ideas! I’ll have a list of who I write for soon but as of now I write for the Spanish girlys. ❤️

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tag list update

With proper updates coming soon again, I want to make sure that my tag list is as up to date and working as possible. 

Please let me know if the tags are working because there are people who are on these tag lists but don’t interact with the fics that they’re tagged in. if it’s a tagging issue, then please let me know. 

Going forward though, please note that if you have not interacted with my pieces for 3 months, I’ll remove you from the tag list. I realise that people have lives from this hellsite, which is why I’ve set such a long probation but when I see blogs ask to be tagged and don’t interact, but do so on other people’s work instead, it’s a kick in the teeth. 

There are still a lot, and still growing, amount of blogs which tumblr will not let me tag. if you’ve changed your username, please let me know so i don’t look a dick tagging the new blog owners in shit they don’t want to read. 

Forevers: @pom277  |   @emilielfc  |  @odegaardsblues   | @archxron  |  @lawsandother  |  @meteora-fc  |  @smileytaa  |  @holdmybvbeer  |  @football-and-fanfics  |  @ofxinnocence  |  @footballerimaginess  |  @imaweirdobutyoulikeit  |  @kxndrixx  |  @chokinghazrdd  |  @marcdurm  |  @pingyu-in-wonderland  |   @dreamyfootball  | @declansmount  |  @penguintransporter  |  @degea-drama-llama |  @callyhandra  |  @gatekeptlee  |  @elliestonesx  |   @peterparkerbae  |  @untitled92260  |  @heli991113  | @mrsmctominay |   @football-rambles  |  @britishmoonchild  | @ninuffi  |  @thiagoalcantaras  |  @0wlm0nkeygh0st  |  @mxsonxmountx  |   @adorestonsey  |  @smileytaa 

forever non smut:  @yagetintoit  |  

Anyone you wants: @berrydoughnuttruth

CLUBS: 

Atletico Madrid: 

Antoine Griezmann: @petitharicot  | @in-my-body-bag   |

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Bayern Munich:

All Bayern: @goretzkaneuer |

leon goretzka: @disneydaddyevans |  @petitharicot |   @goretzkaneuer | @little-diable

serge gnabry: @disneydaddyevans |

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Celta Vigo:

Oscar Mingueza: @petitharicot  |

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Chelsea FC:

All Chelsea: @chilwell-21  |  @tomhollandismyhusband1996  |   @shanoontje  |  @Frenchyjuju  |  @pg10ln4   | @weddingdisco non smut | @silverrmistt  (was originally just chelsea)  |  

Mason Mount: @ladymarycrawley  |   @bluemoonstonesy  |   @mxsonxmountx  |   @tiagrace1082  |  @chilwell-21|  @in-my-body-bag |  @domspeach  | @masonsbunny  | @dreamy-bumblebee |   @tomhollandismyhusband1996  |  @mountmemason  |  @mountsrevival  |  @Pridofpd   |  @randompointlessbeauty  |  @mmount19  | @degeathesaviour  |  @judithgraham  |  @timchalamxt     |  @piceous21  |  @masnmounts  |  @blazingrubes

Ben Chilwell: @bluemoonstonesy  |  @chilwell-21  | , @in-my-body-bag | @masonsbunny  | @dreamy-bumblebee |  @tomhollandismyhusband1996  |  @degeathesaviour  |   @judithgraham  |  

Christian Pulisic: @in-my-body-bag  |

Kepa Arrizabalaga: @in-my-body-bag   |

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England NT:

@dreamingofautopia  | @superjackgrealish

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Everton:

DCL: @domspeach  |  @petitharicot  |

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Chelsea FC: 

All Chelsea: @chilwell-21  |  @tomhollandismyhusband1996  |   @shanoontje  |  @Frenchyjuju  |  @pg10ln4   | @weddingdisco non smut | @silverrmistt  (was originally just chelsea)  |  

Mason Mount: @ladymarycrawley  |   @bluemoonstonesy  |   @mxsonxmountx  |   @tiagrace1082  |  @chilwell-21|  @in-my-body-bag |  @domspeach  | @masonsbunny  | @dreamy-bumblebee |   @tomhollandismyhusband1996  |  @mountmemason  |  @mountsrevival  |  @Pridofpd   |  @randompointlessbeauty  |  @mmount19  | @degeathesaviour  |  @judithgraham  |  @timchalamxt     |  @piceous21  |  @masnmounts  |  @blazingrubes

Ben Chilwell: @bluemoonstonesy  |  @chilwell-21  | , @in-my-body-bag | @masonsbunny  | @dreamy-bumblebee |  @tomhollandismyhusband1996  |  @degeathesaviour  |   @judithgraham  |  

Christian Pulisic: @in-my-body-bag  |

Kepa Arrizabalaga: @in-my-body-bag   |

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Liverpool:

All Liverpool: @prettylittletrent  | @berrydoughnuttruth  |   @disneydaddyevans

Trent Alexander-Arnold: @petitharicot  | @solrasford  | @trentshoe  |   @peekapeaches   |  @weddingdisco non smut  |

Jordan Henderson: @in-my-body-bag  |

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Manchester City:

John Stones: @ladymarycrawley  |  @bluemoonstonesy  |  @in-my-body-bag |  @elliestonesxx  |  @degeathesaviour   |  @mancity-js5  |  

Jack Grealish: @bluemoonstonesy  |  @petitharicot  |   @mxsonxmountx  |  @in-my-body-bag  | @goretzkaneuer

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Manchester United:

All Manchester United: @solrasford  |

Jesse Lingard: @mxsonxmountx  |

Marcus Rashford: @solrasford  |

Jadon Sancho: @mxsonxmountx  |

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Roma:

Paulo Dybala: @Luizaloll   |  

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Tottenham:

Eric dier: @petitharicot

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 MANAGERS: 

Marco Rose: @furiouscaseofastudent  |  @disneydaddyevans |

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SERIES:

Always: @masonsutd | @pingyu-in-wonderland | @furiouscaseofastudent | @pom277 | @disaster-nt

Compersion: @friedoperatorsportsangel  |  @footballfangirly 

So…Teach Me: @matbaerzal  |  @disaster-nt  | @girl-behind-everything  |  @moneymasnn  |  @mancity-js5  |  @peekapeaches  |  @ofxinnocence  | @solrasford |  @trentshoe  | @sashacorruption  |

The Heart Never Lies : @xeniarocks |    @moneymasnn  |

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Charles Leclerc - @disneydaddyevans

[incendioholmes]

Please tell me why are there no fanfics about Lovren/Vrsaljko ship??? Our fandom needs it so much!

#dejan lovren #sime vrsaljko #i need fanfics #croatia #hrvatska #croatia nt #football #otp #my otp #liverpool #atletico madrid

[diegoalvesisgod]

Players & AUs

Antoine Griezmann - Figure Skating AU

Antoine never speaks too much and too loud. He’s not the one starting the banter in the changing room, he almost never hangs out in other skaters’ hotel rooms, he prefers eating alone and sitting in a quiet corner with headphones on. It’s like he always says all he has to say on the ice, there’s nothing to add. Sometimes he feels it would be nice to share it all with someone, the thrill after a great performance and the disappointment of own failure, but it would require so much trust and submission that he doesn’t believe he would be capable of it. 

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[percervall]

amor de me vida

Player: Rodrigo De Paul Words: 975 Warnings: None, fluff Request: Stealing their clothes - he's away and you've been ill at home but you miss him so you basically drag yourself to his apartment/house to wear one of his hoodies and joggers and then he comes home during the night (was supposed to be later that next day) and he finds you cuddled up in his bed, wearing his clothes and he drops everything and joins you and you wake up and you two cuddle and A/N: I tweaked it a little bit, hope you like it!

title's from Maluma's ADMV

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January was one of those months that always left her feeling run down. Work had been exhausting the past month and today had been a particularly horrible day where everything that could go wrong, went wrong. What made it even worse was that she hadn’t been able to see her boyfriend in over a week due to their conflicting work schedules and missed him terribly. He always knew exactly what to do to make her feel better. Missing him felt like a dull ache in her chest, mirroring the way her head pounded with a headache that had settled behind her eyes. There was no point in pretending she could get any work done feeling like this, so after sending a quick email to her boss, she packed up for the day and figured she might as well go to his house to at least seek comfort in his shower and bed. One of the many advantages of dating a professional athlete was that they had money to spend on top tier water pressure and mattresses. 

After stopping by the supermarket to get some soup and bread, she parked her car in front of his house. Rodrigo had given her a key for situations just like this, where she needed him to settle the ache in her bones. Dropping her work bag by the door, she took off her shoes and carried the groceries into the kitchen. Her phone automatically connected to the sound system he had set up, and the playlist she had put on in the car started playing over the speakers. She made her way to the ensuite, throwing her clothes in the laundry basket. As the hot water hit her skin, she sighed at the feeling of her muscles letting go of the tension that had held them in a vice all day. 

She wrapped the towel tighter around herself and walked to Rodrigo’s closet. They shared a preference for oversized lounge wear and while his closet held about a third of her’s, right now she wanted nothing more than to wrap up in one of his soft hoodies. Grabbing her favourite one, she buried her face in the fabric, inhaling the scent of his fabric softener and aftershave. Smiling softly as his scent enveloped her, she got dressed in the hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, and settled in for an evening on the couch with her favourite series on TV.

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To say he was tired would be an understatement. Between winning the world cup with Argentina and the starting of La Liga, his time had been spent mostly travelling. The plan had been to travel back from their latest away fixture early the next morning, but the whole team wanted to go home and see their families –Rodrigo being one of them. Ever since Diego agreed, he’d been trying to get a hold of his girlfriend. She hadn’t answered her phone, but when he pulled up to his house he spotted her car on the driveway. His lips tugged up in a smile seeing it parked there. Rodrigo quickly made his way inside, dropping his bag by the stairs to take up later. The house was quiet, but he could tell she was still downstairs by the light coming from the living room.

“Babe?” he called out, voice barely above speaking volumes. He waited a beat to see if she’d answer before moving into the living room. The TV was still on, a streaming service politely asking if anyone was still watching. Rodrigo moved further into the room, picking up the remote to turn the TV off. Turning his face, he spotted his girlfriend on the couch, bundled up in one of his hoodies and fast asleep. She had made herself a hot drink and was still clutching the empty mug to her chest as her head rested on her own shoulder. He couldn’t help but smile lovingly, taking in her sleeping features. Rodrigo carefully took the mug from her hands, placing it on the coffee table, before moving to lift her up. He chuckled when she sighed deeply and snuggled into him as he carried her out of the room. 

“Hey,” she croaked, waking up enough to realise the couch wasn’t moving but her boyfriend had come home and was carrying her upstairs.

“Hey mi vida. This is a nice surprise, didn’t think you’d gotten my texts.” 

“Put my phone on do not disturb, so haven’t seen any come in. Just missed you and your hoodies,” she mumbled, sleep slurring her speech. Rodrigo chuckled and carried her up the stairs. He gently set her down on his bed and moved to his closet to get her a shirt to sleep in. 

“How was your day?” he asked as he handed it to her. 

“It’s been hectic and I’m exhausted. Last month was insane and it’s not looking to slow down any time soon. Went home early today with a headache,” she told him, swapping the hoodie for the shirt. Kicking off the sweatpants, she got under the covers. Rodrigo climbed in as well, pulling her closer. It wasn’t lost on him that she had referred to his house as home, his heart squeezing at the thought of her living with him. 

“I have the day off tomorrow, how about we spend it in bed all day?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. She hummed in agreement, snuggling into him. 

“That sounds lovely,” she sighed. Rodrigo smiled again, pressing his lips to her hair. He heard how her breathing evened out, body fully relaxed against his. Finally giving in to sleep, the last thought that crossed his mind was that he would ask her to move in tomorrow. Home was no longer a place, it had become a person shaped like the woman asleep in his arms. 

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[chlerc]

keep it low ; joão félix

— summary; in which João’s occasional comments under a certain portuguese model account, vice versa, leaves people wondering about their relationship.

pairing — joão félix x influencer! also-charles-leclerc’s-friend! reader

social media au

content — private relationship but it’s really obvious at the same time because damn it’s joão and neither of you can keep it low. they reveal it at the end 😭

NAVIGATION + author’s note: thought this would be funny because joão has a thing for actresses & models obviously, just not a lando girl in this story. wack google translate, forgive me

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ynusername his weekend was as bad as the fall, 26-28 dump 🎞️

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charles_leclerc full-time footballer, part-time driver 😂

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joaofelix79 @ynusername você tem um jogador do Chelsea seguindo você 😅 (you have a Chelsea player following you)

ynusername @joaofelix79 oops forgot about you 🫣

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joaofelix79 beleza absoluta 😍 (absolute beauty)

ynusername @joaofelix79 obrigada!! (thanks)

luvgraci3 joão thirsting in the comments 😂

16leclerc so god damn gorgeous

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joaofelix79 Once a blue, always a blue 💙 Thanks for the support throughout the season.

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ynusername when in madrid and barcelona, excited for the weekend 🏎️

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antoinegriezmann looking forward to seeing you more at the games 7️⃣

ynusername @antoinegriezmann see you 🤫😪

charles_leclerc excited for me or for you know who 😉🤣

ynusername @charles_leclerc i know you can’t be talking right now

joaofelixnation 👀👀

m4dridstar @joaofelix79 🤔

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joaofelix79 Good to be back in Madrid with Floki, great match @atleticodemadrid ⚽

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433 STARBOY IS HOME.

joaofelix_girlfriend only with Floki? Who took those pics 🤔

atletico4ever someone else was in Madrid and at the stadium too @ynusername

rodridepaul não sorrateiro, bem-vindo ao lar (not sneaky, welcome home)

joaofelix79 @rodridepaul obrigado, ninguém precisa saber irmão 😒 (thanks, no one needs to know brother)

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ynusername a weekend to forget but love 🤍

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joaofelix79 amor tão lindo, amo as flores e redbull 💋😍 (so gorgeous love, love the flowers and redbull)

ynusername @joaofelix79 te amo muito meu menino lindo ❤️‍🩹 (love you so much my pretty boy)

charles_leclerc wrong team mate, come home

ynusername @charles_leclerc always with you, forza ferrari always!

joaofelix79 @ynusername excuse you, what about my team

ynusername @joaofelix79 you’re sponsored by redbull 😒

433 POWER COUPLE

joaofelixnation LAST PICTURE OMG

felixfanpage7 totally didn’t see this coming, this is so shocking!

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joaofelix79 think she loves the flowers, date in madrid 💐

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ynusername love the flowers and you 🤍 thank you amor

joaofelix79 @ynusername glad you loved them

kaihavertz29 Learning from the best (me)

joaofelix79 @kaihavertz29 😂😂 Miss you

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bluesdailyupdates sweet 🥹

joaodaily the pictures he takes of her

hugofelix18 💪

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ynusername my 🤍 sweetest boy ever

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joaofelix79 Mi Amor, love you to the moon & back

charles_leclerc redbull boy over me eh

ynusername @charles_leclerc you every weekend with max…

joaofilmsfelix sweetest girlfriend ever, lucky to have you

demadriddaily guess it’s official now

jodiorstar @demadriddaily had been official and obvious for awhile now

atleticodemadrid the way he looks at her 😍

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[footbaliimagines]

green light (an antoine griezmann imagine)

these are intended to be like snippets of a relationship between two people who <3 each other from the start but cant quite get their timing right. Idk it’s all a bit random and jumbled but i like the idea and the individual bits and the song and i hope you like it!! (p.s. the timeline is not 100% nailed tbh there isnt really much of a coherent timeline at all oops but let’s just go with it and not overthink it too much LOL SORRY)  also it is ridiculously long so its allllll under the cut down there and also i have basically just lifted and edited one of my other drabbles in here so yeah

 I know about what you did and I wanna scream the truth

You’re 18 and you hate him so much that you’re sure you never want to see him again.

(Never want to speak to him again, never want to look at his stupid smile, never want to set sights on another football match again in your entire life.)

He left you, alone, sad, single and still pining, after pledging his commitment to you and your relationship only to have his head turned by a stupid football team.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

It was all so god damn stupid.

“You’re not stupid,” Your best friend rolls her eyes and nudges you with her elbow.

You hum unresponsively, and silence envelops your bedroom once again. Rolling onto your back, you scrunch your eyes shut and groan, “I am. I’m stupid for believing him, and stupid for falling in love with such a stupid guy and I’m stupid because I’m here whining and crying and feeling sorry for myself while he’s out having the time of his life.”

“You’re not stupid.” This time, she laughs at your stubbornness, and flops next to you on your bed. “You’re in love. That’s not stupid. That’s life.”

She looks at you knowingly, and you hum again. It feels like your world is crumbling around you, but her words are probably the wisest you’ve ever heard. “I still feel stupid.” You mumble.

Before you’re about to burst into tears again, she wraps her arms around you and murmurs into your shoulder, “You can, and that’s valid. But you’ll be okay, you’ll move on and in a few years’ you won’t even remember his name. I promise.”

thought you said that you would always be in love

“Wine? Beer? I have some whiskey somewhere if you’d prefer that?”

You shrug, “I don’t mind. Whatever you’ve got open already.”

He pours you a gin and tonic and waits expectantly for you to speak up.

But you don’t.

You stare, fixated, at your glass, and swirl your straw around in the ice with one hand, fiddling with the zipper on your jacket with the other, waiting for him to make the first move.

It feels stranger than you can imagine to be sat here in silence next to Antoine. You want to speak, you feel like you should speak, but the words can’t quite come and there’s an insurmountable lump lodged in your throat. You haven’t seen each other in months, and it feels like there’s been a hole in your heart ever since he left.

(A huge, horrible Antoine-shaped hole.)

It’s not like you don’t see him at all, but his visits have slowly become less frequent and university has begun to occupy more and more of your time, and you’ve inevitably drifted. Awkwardness was never something you feared with Antoine, but now the atmosphere couldn’t be any more uncomfortable.

You cave after a few more minutes of strained silence. “How have you been?”

He’s grateful that he didn’t have to be the one to make the first move, and nods quickly. “Good, good. How’s home?”

“Home’s good too.”

“And yourself?”

“All good.”

(You want the ground to swallow you up.)

“Hey- you know that you can tell me anything, right? You don’t have to hold anything back.”

“Bit difficult when you’ve not been around, but sure.” You say, and there’s a bitterness in your voice that you don’t bother to hide. “And maybe if you bothered to call every once in awhile I’d feel a bit more comfortable spilling my guts to you.”

“Don’t be a dick about this. Calm down.”

He leans back on his seat, sipping coolly at his water. He’s cool and casual and acting like he doesn’t give a single fuck, and the arrogance of it all, the way he swans back home and acts as if he’s the bees knees just because he can kick a ball about for a bit makes you seethe.

“Fuck you.”

Then he laughs - he has the audacity to laugh - and salty tears threaten to spill from your eyes. “What’s so funny?”

You place your glass down on the table with extra force and stare him down, dead in the eye. “I’m sorry- hey, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t treat me like I’m a joke.” You scold him. “You’re the one that left and created all of this. You’re the one who has to pick up the pieces. Not me.”

And with that, you sweep out of the room, only for Antoine to lurch forward, clasping your hands in his and looking at you intently, his blue eyes flaming wildly, begging you, persuading you to stay. “I’m sorry.”

You slow to a stop and bite your lip.

“I think I’m just nervous. Not seeing you in so long - you’ve- you’ve changed. You look so, so beautiful. And it threw me off. I’m sorry. I swear, I’m sorry.”

You glance around his apartment. It’s empty, save for a pile of video games and dog toys. There’s nothing there, nothing of substance, and it feels empty, soulless, not like a home. A pang of sympathy burns through your heart as you realise you can’t leave him like this.

Whispered apologies and breathless ‘i-miss-you’s’ lead from one thing to another.

You pull him in and try not to overthink too much as he leads you to his room.

did it frighten you how we kissed when we danced on the light up floor?

You’re 22 now, and Antoine’s taking on San Sebastian by storm.

(Or at least, that was what you told everyone.)

It’s the end to his first proper season, and the club are hosting a summer party at a swanky hotel in the city centre. You’ve been flown out specially and introduced proudly to his teammates and coaching team, and the way he looks at you makes your stomach tumble.

(It’s like you’re seventeen again.)

He spins you around on the dancefloor with glee, and his parents and siblings are laughing at his goofy behaviour as you twirl with him to whatever was top of the charts in 2012.

(You’re too giddy to be seeing him again to remember properly.)

“I’m so happy for you.” You’re practically shouting to be heard above the music. “There’s no one who deserves success more.”

He smiles bashfully and blushes, before dipping his head and pressing his lips to yours. It’s a quick, short kiss, and probably looked much less romantic to outsiders than it felt to you, but it winds you and makes the blood rush to your head. “I love you.”

You tell him, in a hushed, breathy voice that you love him too.

I whisper things, the city sings them back to you

Now, it’s 2014 and Antoine’s just completed his transfer to Atletico Madrid.

“How’s life treating you in the capital, Senor?”

He laughs, and it’s only then that the amount you miss him hits home. His laugh is homely, it’s comforting and melodic and rumbles through his chest, and you can’t help but grin. “Life is great.” He chuckles, and a pang sears through your heart.

You want him to be happy, of course you do, but you’d be lying if you told yourself that it didn’t hurt to know he wasn’t just coping, but flourishing without you. “I’m glad to hear that.” You say gently. “You deserve it.”

“The city looks so beautiful at night.” Antoine observes, tipping his glass and nodding in the direction of the Madrid skyline in front of you two. “Doesn’t feel like home yet, but the view doesn’t hurt.”

You smile, and nod in agreement. It’s chilly, and before you know it he’s draping his jacket around your shoulders, speaking softly, “I miss you. And I think about you every day.”

His words knock the air out of you, and your face breaks into a smile. You want to reach over and link your fingers with his, but you swiftly compose and refrain yourself.

(You’re over him, completely 100% over him, and it wasn’t worth going back to square one again for one night, only to fly back to France the next morning and then not speak for weeks again.)

Antoine laughs again, and places his wine glass down on the side before gesturing at you to do the same. You down your champagne in one swift gulp and the bubbles rush to your head, making you burp- and subsequently, making Antoine laugh even harder. He entwines your fingers together, tugging you to the middle of the rooftop space. His steps mirror yours and wobble slightly, wavering as the alcohol works its familiar magic, and he pulls you in. You can’t help but let yourself get pulled along, and your hands link between his neck.

His black suit is stiff and ironed, and fitting tightly around his neck, and you press down on the material as he draws you closer. The music from the Atleti Christmas party is faint in the background- some playful, piano sonata serving as little more than ambient white noise- and you can barely make out the notes, never mind the beat, but Antoine starts to dance with you.

(Well, slowly wandering in circles because you’ve both consumed far too much alcohol to dance properly, but the sentiment remained the same.)

“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world to me, you know that, right?” He mumbles into your shoulder, as you slow back to stillness.

You roll your eyes and shake your head, trying to pry yourself out of his grasp to no avail. His arms around you tighten, as if he can’t, won’t, let go, as if you’re the most precious thing in the world and letting go could have disastrous consequences. His voice wobbles, and all of a sudden he’s that small, scared, nervous 18 year old boy you said goodbye to at the airport so many years ago.

“You’re a massive liar.”

He shakes his head determinedly; your quirk your eyebrow at him, challenging him. “The most beautiful, the silliest, the most annoying-.” He continues, and he smiles playfully at you.

“Sorry, do you want me to throw you off the roof, or-?”

He laughs, and his grip eventually loosens.

Antoine follows you as you walk back inside the party, and doesn’t let go of your hand for the rest of the night.

sometimes I wake up in a different bedroom

You’re 25 now, older, wiser, more mature.

Shaped by life as a working woman with a house and a mortgage and a new swanky job in Paris.

(The fact that seeing photos of him continues to make you swoon to this day and that you still fall victim to his blue eyes whenever he visits makes you kind of hate yourself.)

(God, it’s all so cliche and messy that you can’t even recognise yourself anymore.)

“I don’t know what it is, but I always go back to him.” You mumble.

Your best friend smiles sympathetically. She’s been there for you every step of the way of this horrible, drawn out convoluted Antoine-saga that she’s basically become the third person of your relationship.

(If you could even call it that.)

“He was your first love, your first boyfriend, your childhood sweetheart, if you will.” She reasons.

“Of course you’re going to think about him. He’s not just an average, normal ex.”

“I think he was it for me.” You admit, in a tiny and quiet voice. “Which makes the fact that I don’t know if we’ll ever work so much scarier.”

Years have passed and life has changed, but there’s one thing (well, one person) that remains constant.

You’re not sure if you’ll ever get over him.

I hear sounds in my mind

brand new sounds in my mind

You pick up the bottle of champagne from the bar, letting the heavy glass bottle rock in your hands. The liquid inside warms from your touch, and you sit gingerly at the end of the hotel bed while he lingers by the window. You feel like an intruder invading somewhere where you don’t really belong, but he calms your nerves by smiling reassuringly and reaching out to sling an arm around your waist. “Congratulations.”

It’s the night after the semi-finals of the EUROs, and Antoine’s face is fixated with a rapturous grin, blue eyes fixated on you and scanning your body hungrily.

You haven’t seen him in months’; it feels new and nervous and kind of exciting. “Stop looking at me like that.” You narrow your eyes at him.

He laughs, leaning his head back and tipping up his chin before gently lifting the champagne bottle out of your hands. “Looking at you like what?”

“Like you,” You struggle for the words. “I don’t know, like you like me.”

He replies emphatically, “I do like you. What do you want me to do? Give you evils? Chuck you out of my hotel room, which you rudely barged into with no invitation, as a matter of fact?”

“Very funny.” You roll your eyes.

“You’re my best friend. Of course I like you.”

“I like you too, then.” You take the bottle of champagne back off of him and pad to the side cabinet to deftly pick up two flutes, as he spins you around to hug you from behind.

You can feel his lashes tickle the back of your neck and the smell of his aftershave drifts to your nostrils. The lights are dim and there’s music playing from his phone in the background; he takes your hands and spins you around, laughing maniacally.

There’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

honey I’ll be seeing you down every road

The next time you see him, it’s his summer break and you both return to your hometown. Despite your insistence to everyone that this time, things would be different and you wouldn’t go down that same stupid route again, it’s Friday night and you’re in his old bedroom, lying on the floor with a bottle of red wine sat between you.

“Love is stupid, and confusing, and I hate it.” You moan.

You’re spilling the details of your latest breakup to him, and the wine is making your blood run hot and your view foggy.

“I’ll cheers to that.”

He clinks your wine glasses together and mirrors your body language as you down the rest of it in a rapid gulp. “And breakups are shit. And men are shit, and I hate-”

“Hey, hey, hey.” He interrupts. “I’m not shit. Don’t tarnish me with the same brush.”

You feel a chuckle bubble up in your throat and choke out indignantly, “Oh Antoine, believe me, you’re the shittest. The absolute worst.”

He feigns indignation, but you leap to your feet and point your finger at his face before he can argue back. “You made me think that we were in love, when I was naive and gullible and 18, for Christ’s sake, and you lied to me and told me we’d always be together and all that bullshit.” What had started as mere joking had escalated to something bigger, and your voice seethes with poison and spite.

(You would later come to blame liquid confidence for your outburst.)

“And then we see each other and every now and then, and you tell me again that you love and miss me but you do absolutely fucking nothing about it.” You rub your eyes with your hands and feel them sting with tears. “I’m sick and I’m tired, and I’m so, so fed up. And I can’t do this anymore, being your bit on the side, you know, your convenient fuck buddy because you know I’d do anything for you and that once you go back home you don’t have to deal with the consequences.”

He nods numbly, shellshocked, and can’t bring himself to look at you. For once, for you feel like you have the upper hand.

(It’s a refreshing, empowering, satisfying feeling.)

(So why do you still feel so shit?)

“I understand.”

“I really fucking hate you sometimes, Antoine.” You say, in a small voice. “For what you’ve done to me- for what you do to me. How I’m strong and capable and I have my head screwed on until I see you, and then I’m a mess with no control. And how it happens every single fucking time.”

“Stay.”

One word, like it’s that simple, like it’s that easy, like you’re that stupid.

Like you’d believe a single word that came out of his stupid, piece of shit mouth.

He’s begging and he jumps to his feet, and the look in his eyes and the way his hands tremble is nearly enough to make you crumble again but you stand strong. Because you’re selfish - as you should be, for once - and you refuse to accept it this time.

You’re resentful, selfish and you’re bitter as hell.

He mutters, “You’re all I have these days. Please don’t leave.”

“I can’t be what you need me to be anymore.” You shake your head and back away. “I really can’t.”

It hurts more than you can imagine to reject him at his most vulnerable but there’s a feeling of accomplishment and adrenaline running through your veins as you leave.

honey I’ll be seeing you wherever I go

After that night, you go without seeing Antoine for a good five months, and you’re doing fine.

(Fine. A-okay. Great, even, depending on the day.)

Life, football, the Champions League, your new job - you name it - they all get in the way, and as if following a routine, your friendship returns to sporadic text messages, occasional email exchanges and promises to meet up that never really pan out.

You’ve realised you don’t care as much about the football, and sometimes find it difficult to even hear the word Madrid in conversation, but it’s okay, and all is good and happy and constant in your life.

Change is good, and Paris is incredible. And you’ve discovered a bunch of new shows and singers and artists and you remind yourself constantly that broadening your horizons is beneficial and necessary and nothing bad could possibly have come from it.

Sometimes, you think you spot him in the corner of your eye. A flurry of dark hair in front of you in the street, a broad set of shoulders ordering coffee, a man speaking Spanish lilted with a French accent, a booming laugh and a twinkling smile. You see him and it’s like a switch has been flicked within you, it’s him, you know it’s him immediately, and suddenly it’s like you’ve stepped into a time machine and you want to approach him and say hi, hey, how are you, you look great, we should grab coffee.

(Or something. You can’t guarantee that it would be a friendly exchange, and knowing your temper and the sour way you last left things, the likelihood of an amiable reunion was very slim.)

Then it dawns on you, that it’s not Antoine at all.  It’s another man, a complete stranger, and you’ve been staring at him like an idiot for no reason at all.

You think sometimes that you could have simply got it all wrong. Antoine’s invaded your brain, marked his stamp and presence in your head and ruined every other man on the planet with brown hair and a handsome grin and a deep laugh. In fact, if you were never able to form a healthy relationship with another man in your life, he’d be to blame, you often muse moodily. He’s trapped you, preventing you from moving forward, because it’s like you’re stuck in this vicious cycle where everything comes back to him and you see him everywhere you go.

The man you’ve been staring at for the better part of the last 10 minutes’ flashes eye contact with you briefly when he gets up to leave. You’ve been imagining this man as him, projecting a story and a life and a plot onto a random stranger you would never see again, all of that potential.

The possibilities, the what-ifs and all the what-could-have-beens, how your life could have been so different if you’d accepted Antoine’s offer to move out with him so many years ago.

You try to push these thoughts as far as possible out of your mind.

honey I’ll come get my things, but I can’t let go

You’re sitting in the waiting room of the dentist when you spot the glossy cover of Closer in the corner of your eye, photographs of Antoine splashed across the front. He’s holding hands with a mystery brunette, shielding her from the paparazzi’s glares.

You pick it up and it feels like watching as an outsider to a parallel universe, like sitting on the wrong side of a glass enclosure or like a spectator at the zoo watching on. He’s thriving, prospering, blossoming in Madrid, partying with the world’s elite and living the life that you always knew he would get to one day. You should feel happy for him, but there’s an uneasy, gnawing feeling in your gut.

You toss the magazine back onto the table.

I wish I could get my things and just let go

The streets of Paris are beautiful and picturesque, you muse, as you walk home. It’s been a long day at work, and there’s a tempting bottle of chilled pinot grigio waiting for you in your fridge, and a bath calling your name. You stretch your neck, digging out your keys and glancing back up to your front door.

He’s sat there, waiting patiently, fiddling around doing something or other on his phone with his hood up. It’s dark by this point, and if you hadn’t recognised his shadow you’d have been ready to whip out your pepper spray and pounce. He’s in casual wear, presumably after his spontaneous flight out to Paris, and takes his hood off. It’s probably to deter any potential fans or paparazzi, but gives off an awful impression nonetheless.  “Hey.” You call out.

Antoine jumps before looking up at you. “Hi.”

“Is there a reason you’re sat on my front step?”

He laughs nervously. Your first glance at him makes your throat dry up and your heart stutter, and suddenly you regret your decision to put a spectacular lack of effort into your appearance today. “I wanted to talk. I was in town and just thought I’d drop by.”

“What, you were just casually in Paris?” You raise an eyebrow at him questioningly and he shrugs in response. “You shouldn’t wait around at people’s doorsteps in all black with your hood up. Could give off the wrong impression. You’re lucky I didn’t attack you or call 911.”

He smiles cheekily, “Duly noted.”

He aligns his steps next to yours as easy as anything, and follows you into your hallway when you unlock the door. The lights slowly flicker on, and it feels like you’re sat on a knife’s edge.

Why was he here? What did he want? Why didn’t he call beforehand? Who told him that blonde and blue highlights would seriously be a good idea?

Your mind fizzes to the brim with unanswered, desperate questions, but you are determined to keep your cool. “I don’t know what to say.” Is what you mumble out instead.

Antoine smiles softly, that ridiculously, perfectly photogenic smile, and your heart starts beating incessantly already.

“Let me speak, then.” He clears his throat. “I just want to apologise.”

“What for?”

He cuts you off, “And I want to explain some things to you.”

“Go on.”

“I’ve been a dick.”

You smile and shrug. “Can’t say I massively disagree.”

“But I’m ready to stop that now.”

“So honourable. Jeez.” You mock, and he gives you a look.

(As if to say, shut up, i’m trying here, let me finish my god damn sentence.)

“Because I’m ready now. I know it’s taken me so long but I know now, it’s dawned on me. It’s you, it’s all you and it always has been you. You deserve the best, not just with this, whatever this is, but with everything in your life, and I haven’t been able to give you me at my best, not until now. That’s why I’ve been so hesitant, that’s why we’ve always been so unsure, because I could never give you what you deserved. But It’s so clear to me now. God, I love you more than I ever thought was possible, I love you so much that when you’re not here it’s like I can’t breathe, and food has no taste and it’s all so pointless. I love you. I think deep down I always have. And I want to make the plunge now, because I’m all in. All, 100%, completely, truly, unfailingly all in.”

He offers you a hand which you take, pulled in like a magnet. “I never want to be without you, ever, ever again. Not a single day.”

You gulp, your eyes welling with tears. “Flying out to Paris was probably unnecessary, I know. But- hey, just give me a call when you get the chance, okay? When you’ve made a decision, thought about it-”

“I don’t need to think about it.” You interrupt him eagerly, and you cup his face with both hands.

His chest is heaving with deep, nervous, shaky breaths, mirroring yours, and when you smile it takes over your face.

(You’re probably terrifying him because you’re pretty sure the smile on your face makes you look like a lunatic, but you don’t care.)

His hands find your waist like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and he kisses you roughly, like no time has passed. His lips are soft and familiar and they feel like coming home.

You breathe, “I’m yours.”

“Hm?”

Antoine swings you up and your legs wrap around his waist, as his arm hooks around you with ease and he continues to press kisses to your neck.

“All yours.”

I’m waiting for it, that green light, I want it

“Til death do us part.”

“Til death do us part.”

You opt for an intimate, cosy reception, but the music resonating soundly around the hall, your guests’ chatter and laughter, and the never ending clinking of cutlery and glassware makes it sound like you’ve invited the whole population of France. Antoine grips your hand so tightly that his nails leave marks on the back of your hand and before you can even blink (or, as the cliche goes, have a slice of your own cake), you’re whizzing round, saying goodbyes.

(It’s the happiest day of your life by a mile.)

Antoine presses a line of kisses down your neck, marking a pattern from below your ear to the base of your neck. He murmurs, “God, I feel like I’ve been waiting to marry you for the whole of my life.”

“Maybe we should have just eloped when we were like, eighteen.” You laugh. It’s a tongue in cheek comment but you can’t help but feel like there’s some truth in your statement. “ It would have saved lots of back of forth-”

“And lots of pain, crying- the latter, mostly on my part.” He chuckles, and you laugh again, like it’s something infectious and like your entire body has just been taken over by bubbles and champagne and all things light and fizzy.

(It feels like you’re floating on air.)

(And for the first time, you start to think that maybe, all the heartache and the fighting and the angry pledges you made that you would never speak to him again, were worth it.)

(Love did weird things to you.)

“Now, would you like to join me in our wedding suite, Mrs Griezmann?”

It rolls off his tongue like honey and you bite your lip in euphoric anticipation, nodding emphatically. The sound of your shared laughter (there it is again, that hyperactive, constant bubble of laughter) echoes around the empty hotel corridor as you follow him to your suite.

There’s a twinkle in his eyes when he looks back at you.

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[gadriezmannsgirl]

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

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

Thank you💞 💞💞

Conflicted -Antoine Griezmann (x Messi!Reader)

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

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

Antoine obviously welcomed your kiss and loved the attention.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were laughing at that right now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You showed your pass and security let you in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm sorry"

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

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

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

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

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

Football is football but family is first.

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

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[mexisco]

So, if I were to write a fic about Isco and a Barca or Atlético boy, who would you like it to be?

#I’m thinking Neymar or Antoine #y’know I love my rare pairings #so help a sister out #pls #fc barcelona #atletico madrid #Real Madrid #isco #fanfic #football

[lenaswritingandstuff]

@ all Grizi fans (and those who aren't)

If you love stories about Antoine, here is mine on Ao3.

If you speak French, the original version is here on Wattpad.

I'll probably publish it here when it's complete. Enjoy ! ^^

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