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lenaswritingandstuff · 1 year

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Requested: Yes ("Hello again! Thank you so much for your kindness! Could I please request a gif imagine with Grizi where you tell him that you're pregnant with your first child (you're recently married)? Like his cute little happy smile? I hope that's okay. Please take care ❤️")

Imagine telling your husband Antoine you're pregnant with your first child

Word Count: 499

A/N: I'm so happy to write for my little Prince! Thank you so much for your request! Take care, hun, and feel free to message me anytime! English is not my first language!

Warnings: mention of miscarriage, period, difficulty to have a child, fluff

GIF IS NOT MINE

You sighed, lost in your thoughts. You had a great life: you loved your job, you had nice house, a family who loved you, and above all a loving husband. Antoine was your whole world, and you two were the happiest when you were together. Yet, something was missing. Something you both wanted with all your heart, something that would complete the wonderful life you had, but didn’t seem to come. A baby. You and Antoine tried even before you got married a few weeks ago, in vain. While Antoine remained his positive, hopeful safe and kept telling you that you guys would have a child soon, you were worried. You even went to see a doctor, who told you there wasn’t any problem with your body and that you just had to keep trying. What was wrong then? You were getting desperate until one day you checked your calendar and realized your period should arrive anytime soon. Yet, days passed and still nothing. You started to get tired, some smells felt horrible, and after some time you woke up with nausea. Antoine, himself a bit tired because of all the matches, was supporting and comforting as always and you saw in his beautiful eyes what he was thinking – hoping but you refused to have hope. However, when the nausea continued and your period never came, you had no choice but to have the same idea as your husband.

One morning when he was in training you went to buy a pregnancy test, half-hopeful, half-scared. You weren’t scared of being pregnant, no, you were scared of being disappointed. You’ve never had any miscarriage before, which according to the doctor was a good thing, but the idea still terrified you. You went back home, went to the bathroom, and used the test. Walking back to the living room, you sat on the couch and waited for a few minutes. The test should show the results at any seconds now, and all of a sudden when you heard the door opened.

“Love, I’m home”

Shit. Antoine was back from training sooner than usual and you heard him taking his shoes off. The test was still in your hand when he entered the living room, a smile on his face.

“Hey, babe, how are-“

He stopped this sentence as the same time he started walking.

“Is that-“

You nodded, and Antoine walked a bit closer to the couch.

“What-What does it say?”

You lowered your head, looked at the test, and tears filled your eyes.

“It’s positive.”

“Babe!”

You rose up and jumped in his arms. He spined you around and you both couldn’t stop smiling. He finally put you back on the ground without letting go and kissed you.

“We’re gonna have a baby.”

You both had a nervous but happy laugh and Antoine put his hand on you cheek.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, babe.”

Finally, your life was going to be complete.

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pessiofficial · 6 months

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“Messi robbed this Messi robbed that” the real robbery was griezmann ranking lower than modric, vinicius, bounou, lewa, and benzema. easily laliga’s best player last season and one of (if not THE) best player for france during the World Cup. deserved too 10 at least

#antoine griezmann #grizi

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raphoupix · 11 months

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and that was just a yellow card, lol.

that referee is a dumbass, terrible game of him tonight.

update; 2 gifs of the replay. glad it's the last match EVER of that stupid referee.

#antoine griezmann #grizi #france nt #france v. greece #that spanish referee is stupid

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anto-griezmann · 1 year

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#screaming crying hyperventilating #he’s so goddamn fine #loml #antoine griezmann #griezmann #grizi #anto grizi #antoine griezmann photos #atletico madrid #atletico de madrid #football #he’s so beautiful

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implxdingthemirage · 1 year

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FRA vs. POL

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takaisayaka · 1 year

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Griezmann Is my Superman 🇫🇷✨

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balllikedepaul · 8 months

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#antoine griezmann #atletico madrid #france nt #grizi

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livelaughlovefootball · 11 months

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i’m grizi-deprived 😔

#griezmann #antoine griezmann #atleti #atletico de madrid #atletico #atletico madrid #la liga #grizi #grizou

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gadriezmannsgirl · 1 year

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Hey, hey I hope you are absolutely fabulous. I would love to request some Antoine fluff if it could please be really fluff and maybe a bit long if that’s alright I’d really appreciate it much love and stay safe ❤️❤️

Oh my gosh, yes! Anto's requests keep 'em coming! Also, sorry for the delay! It took me long to find some good inspo for the fic (Give thanks to my little cousin, I had to take care of her for three days and it was basically based on it)

I combined these two request! Hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think of this! FEEDBACK IS HIGHLY APPRECIATED!

HAPPY GRIEZMANN DAY!👑🇨🇵🤙🏻

Motherly Effects -Antoine Griezmann

Summary: You are left to take care of your ten months old niece for a weekend, leaving Antoine wanting for your future together.

You stopped your work in the kitchen to lean down and pay attention to the babygirl in front of you

"C'mon, Lottie! Let's dance it again: Una gatita que le gusta el mambo, con todos los malos sale a bellaquear" You sang in between laughter watching your 10 months-old niece, Charlotte, move herself up and down while grabbing onto her stroller and laughing "Oh my godness, you're the cutest little baby girl, ever" You giggled "Won't your dad want to give you away to me?" You asked picking up the baby in your arms as she hugged you

"I don't think Miguel would like that, chérie" You turned around watching your boyfriend of three years and fiancé of four months, Antoine look at you both with a smile on his face

"Nah! I can try something up, besides Lottie loves spending time with us, doesn't she?" You tickled her belly making her laugh out loud "See? She does"

"How long is she spending time with us?"

"For the weekend" You announced "You okay with it?" Antoine nodded with a smile on

"Of course, little baby Y/L/N has all of us wrapped around her little finger and she's nice" Anto grabbed her hand and did as if he was going to bite it

You gasp in surprise "Uncle Anto is going to eat your hand! Tell him: Uncle what are you doing?"

She tried to repeat your words with a lot of "tata's"

"Oh, she got angry" Both of you laughed a little "Amor, how was practice?" You ask leaning up a bit with intentions of kissing his lips

Antoine met you halfway, leaning down a bit

"It was good. I still win test races against Memphis" You smiled turning around to continue your work in the kitchen with the ten months old baby on your hip

Antoine smiled at your form, leaning back in the table and watched you do your thing. You looked natural, like you've already done this several times

"You are just on your best form" You complimented him watching a little blush form on his cheeks

"I still have a long way to go, tho" He replied leaning onto the kitchen counter lightly as you bounced the babygirl in your arms

"Still, Anto. You're-" Charlotte's cries interrupted you "What? What's wrong, baby?" You asked her in a soft voice "Hungry? My baby's hungry?" You put a bit of her compote in front of her and she looked away but kept on crying"Let's go and see how's that temperature, then" You walked to her bag that was laid on the table

"Is she sick?" You shook her head, passing her to Antoine

"Her teeth's are coming out. Miguel told me she may get a bit of temperature but nothing to worry about" You explained grabbing the digital termometer and pulling it in her ear "She's fine" You said after checking

"Water?" Anto asked as you looked at your niece in expectation

"Lottie" You said softly after a while "Do you need a change?" You ask with a joking tone making the little girl stop a bit her crying and hide her face into your fiancé's neck "You little sneaky monster!" You exclaimed, the two of you laughing a little as you saw Lottie cling into Antoine "C'mon, let's get that little ass clean! We're up for a shower!"

Antoine passed her to you as you made your way to your bathroom to clean her up, Lottie's crying subsiding a bit. Anto followed you silently watching you mesmerized.

Stood in the doorway, he saw how you pulled silly faces to the little girl who started crying after feeling the cold water hit her little frame when you showered her, how you started telling her "Auntie! Say auntie!" again and again seeing as she still hadn't said her first proper words besides 'Tata', he also watched you with a smile on his face and a loving look on his eyes be so motherly with the little Y/L/N girl, thinking how would you be with your kids one day.

You guys have been together for three years, and have gotten recently engaged, it's obvious that kids and marriage has been a subject you guys have talked about, both of you wanted it, even tho Antoine was a still reluctant about the kids, seeing as he already had two but you didn't mind it.

If he didn't wanted it, he didn't wanted it. It made you sad, yes. But you understood where was he coming from. Besides you loved his kids to death and meanwhile the little Mía knew you were like a second mother, Amaro still didn't understand much of it.

And you came to made peace with it.

But right now, watching how you act with a newborn baby, made him think of how your pregnancy belly would look, of the small moments of your little family... If you had a little boy, would he look exactly like him with but with your intelligence and way of being? Or if it's a babygirl, she could have his blonde hair but your eyes and your cheerful presence? His joking and your seriousness?

He was daydreaming of everything.

And he loved what he was thinking.

"In my little round face, I have eyes and a nose, as well as a little mouth to sing and laugh" You started singing making Charlotte be aware of all your movements with a face of concentration and surprise "With my eyes I see everything, with my nose I do... achish! With my mouth like coconut and popcorn" She smiled after you ended up the little song as Antoine stood there knowing exactly what he wanted.

You turned around with the baby in your arms and stood still watching how Antoine was looking at you

"What?"

"What what?" He asked

"What's with the face?"

"What face?"

"The one you've" You giggled

"That's the one that made you fall in love with me" You blushed nodding

"It's pretty" You said as matter of fact watching him smile "But what's up?"

"You're just... so pretty, chérie" You blushed walking over to him.

You leaned a bit and gave him a kiss on his lips

"You're supposed to say that. You're my fiancé"

"Being and not being your fiancé you know I find you absolutely gorgeous" You smiled feeling how Lottie waved her hand in front of you "You're going to steal Y/N away from me, young lady?" The baby laughed "I won't let you! I came here first!"

"Antoine!"

"She must know!" You giggled passing besides Anto to be once more in the living room, ready to prepare Charlotte to her bedtime "I'm going to change" You nodded smiling

You put some light music on the TV to help the baby fall asleep quicker so you could continue your work in the kitchen and be alone for a few minutes with your man.

When Antoine came down a few minutes later, he saw Charlotte asleep on your chest as you were scrolling down on your phone. He plopped next to you on the couch, pulling you into him without waking up the babygirl

"I want one" He said out of nowhere making you look up from your screen

"What?" You asked not really catching what he had said

You watched how Antoine took a deep breath and let it out slowly "I want a baby with you" He said looking at you

Your heart felt like doing somersaults when you heard him speak. "What? Why? How?" You were impressed, a good impressed.

You knew about your lover's past relationship but still wanted to form a family with him and his kids

"Seeing you with Lottie" He shook his head "...Made me realize I miss the baby experiences and that I would love to have you as mother of one of my kids, you just have this motherly effect, even tho you're not a mom, yet. I walked through that door and when I saw you with her I could only think of having a mini you or mini me running around this big house, Mía and Amaro taking care of them, us, together, being happy and having everything we ever dreamed of. Watching you in this "mom-state" forever is... Something I will never get tired of. I know I was a bit reluctant of having another one but I just changed my mind and if you still want us to have a-" You cut Antoine off with a kiss on his lips

"Of course I want to. I have been imagining a little boy with Y/H locks like his mom and blue bright eyes just like his dad's, ever since we moved in together" You admited shyly. Antoine smiled

"Baby Griezmann Y/L/N" He said as you smiled

"I would like to get married first, tho" You said after a few minutes of silence but the soft music playing as a background, Anto smiled "I can't wait to become Mrs. Y/L/N Griezmann" He kissed your cheek

"We can do whatever you want to do, Mrs. Y/L/N soon-to-be Griezmann" You smiled kissing his lips

"Will Mía and Amaro like the fact they could have another sibling?"

"They would" Antoine nodded "They're just like that, they would love that idea" Anto let a little laugh out "I can already imagine Amaro being an older brother"

"And taking into consideration how protective he is... Imagine if we have a little girl"

"He would so knock down all boys that come after them" He said making both of you laugh

And that's how you spent the rest of the night, laying in your couch, you with Charlotte on your chest, Antoine wrapping both of you in his arms as you guys talked about your awaited future together.

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lenaswritingandstuff · 1 year

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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.

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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.

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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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