I'm A Writer Myself But I Do Not Write For Footballers I Kinda Want To Since Last Summer But Never Had

Missing you

A Harry Styles imagine

Based on this request:

hiiii!!! so i'm really wanting to read something like "y/n woke up cuddly", please. ❤

Hope you like it! Requests are open!

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Waking up on Sunday has always been something you’ve looked forward to, no matter how weird it may sound. Ever since you and your boyfriend Harry moved in together, you’ve made an agreement that on this day it will be just the two of you spending your day off, whenever you get the chance. It’s been a long and tiring week for the two of you, so you knew getting out of bed early won’t be an option, and that made you feel perfectly content...At least until you woke up to realise that there is no one sleeping next to you.

You propped yourself on your elbows to get a better view of your shared bedroom, seeing both of your yesterday’s clothes on the floor after the rather steamy events. Harry’s phone and wallet, however, were no longer on his bedside table where you last saw them, which made you frown. You took your phone and checked the time - 9:16AM. The notifications on your phone consisted of the usual news reports, some friends wanting to arrange plans and someone liking your latest post every once in a while. No messages from Harry. You took off the blanket, crawled out of the bed and slowly padded to the bathroom, not wanting to make a lot of noise, even though there was no actual reason to do so. After doing your usual morning routine, you exited the bathroom and tiptoed down the stairs, secretly hoping that Harry has been making breakfast the whole time and you will be able to get your long deserved cuddles, which you have been craving ever since you woke up. Walking into the kitchen made disappointed find its way into the pit of your stomach, seeing that not only there was no food ready to be devoured, but also no Harry and his strong arms to hold you. I know, priorities. Before getting slightly irritated by the fact that he has left the house without making sure you knew as to where, you heard the front door unlock and Harry’s heavy Chelsea boots making their way into the house, making a relieved sigh leave your mouth. You then propped yourself on the dark marble counter of your kitchen, slightly wincing at the cold surface hitting your bottom and making you shiver.

Harry, on the other hand, took of his boots, happily humming a new tune he had come up with when he woke up this morning, seeing you sound asleep by his side. Even though he did not want to leave you, breakfast for two sounded good enough to leave the warmth of your body and to head downstairs in order to cook a mean French toast with eggs and bacon. To his surprise there was no food left in the refrigerator, his only option being grocery shopping, which is exactly what he did, hoping to be back before his love woke up. Unfortunately for him, after taking his boots and coat off and making his way towards your shared bedroom, forgetting the shopping bags by the door, as he approached the room, he noticed you no longer sleeping as the little angel you are, very well knowing you never wake up this early, and a worried expression made its way onto his face. As he hurriedly headed towards the bathroom, hoping to see you there, he was met with the soft voice he had fallen for when you two first met.

“Are you looking for something?” You spoke up.Harry quickly spun around, his green eyes meeting yours, worry leaving his body as he takes in your appearance - hair disheveled, cheeks red and lips puffy as usual, begging to be kissed, your body only clad with his dress shirt from last night, baring the right amount of skin to get Harry worked up, his breath heaving.

“Morning, love. What are you doing up so early? You got me worried for a second here.” Harry said while making his way towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him.

“I woke up and you were gone, I thought something happened..” you sofly said and looked up to him with your puppy dog eyes, making Harry inwardly curse.

“Oh, baby. I was doing some shopping, we must’ve forgot to buy more food, the fridge was empty” he reassured while stroking your hair, making you sigh.

“I missed you, Harry. I was hoping for some cuddles when I woke up” you sadly said.

With that Harry picked you up and took you to your bed, softly landing the two of you on its soft surface.

“I missed you, too, babygirl” he said, wrapping his arms around your warm body, and kissed your forehead, his scent enveloping you as you slowly fell back asleep in the arms of the man you love unconditionally, while Harry himself thanked the lucky stars for having someone like you by his side.

Ooh your Antoine imagines were soo good 😍

Thank you so much! I am still working on a couple of them, but requests are still open, so keep requesting if you are interested! :)

Request for y/b being insecure about her looks and her body because the other wives/girlfriends look so much better than her in her opinion? (And can it take place during the World Cup celebrations?) oh and this is for Antoine btw

Just posted, thank you for requesting! Hope you like it!

Do you write only for Antoine? Xx

As of now, yes. It is what I had mainly decided on writing, because I feel like I know enough about him to freely come up with some ideas, but as I already answered to one of the previous asks, I am looking for good prompt lists that I could use in my future writings and maybe do sort of a “multiple scenarios for different characters” in one post kind of a thing, if that makes sense? I will at some point in the near future (most likely today) make a post about which players would you guys like to read about and then I will try to come up with a solution. I hope this somehow answered your question. Thank you for asking! 

Give it to me please 💕😍

It has been posted, love. Hope I didn’t leave you disappointed. 

No more

I'm so glad that someone is finally writing for Antoine my French baguette 😍🖤

Your comment made me happy on so many levels! The baguette part kills me :D Thank you! I had noticed that there is not enough appreciation of him :)

A quick update!

I have eight more request imagines coming up this week, I have decided to try and write at least two a day, because I am quite a slow writer at times. However I have a few ideas that I would like to make real that are not related to the requests. I would love to post one of those today and see what you guys think, BUT it's quite an emotional one and could be mentally quite hard to read for some of you. I don't want to make you guys uncomfortable with some topics, so I am here to ask you, whether you would like to read one today or not? If you don't, I will continue on with the requested imagines.

Thank you for all the support, it means a lot to receive such an amazing feedback so far! :)

It's me that's lucky

An Antoine Griezmann imagine:

Based on this request:

Also i just had this imagine in mind like I read somewhere that one player finally said in the interview that he had try so hard to get this girl she really like to go ona a date with him for like 40 times before she actually said yes and I was wondering if u could do it with anto like u know he's a footballer and all but he have to impress you first because you're not that easy and he's trying so hard because you're like a challenge different from his other girls and he likes you so much 😘

Just now understood that it's not exactly what was requested, but nevertheless I hope you will enjoy it! 

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“I am here with the world famous french football player Antoine Griezmann, thank you for coming and congratulations on your win, your performance was spectacular,” the interviewer greeted him, while they both shook hands.

It was another interview filled day in which Antoine felt like a circus animal in a cage. Though he had grown accustomed to all the attention and the typical questions he was asked over and over again, something about this interview had sparked his interest. Not because the interviewer was a drop dead gorgeous woman, rather than a 40 year old man, as it was in this case, but because of the questions he was asked. Now normally he respects his fair share of privacy regarding his family and personal life, however the accomplishment he was feeling just wanted to burst though him and reveal how truly happy and excited he was about you finally agreeing to give him a chance to prove himself as a man worth loving.

“Now, I know that you are a man of your word and always keep things as quiet as possible when it comes to your family and loved ones, but by the looks of it neither you, nor your teammates cannot contain the excitement of you finally having a special someone in your life, am I correct?”

“Well, yes, that is correct. There is this one absolutely stunning woman I have been trying to get a hold of for the longest time. She really is the woman of my dreams, yet every time I had asked her on a date, she always refused, which was extremely frustrating. I had tried everything, but me being a public person had made her weary of me and the person she thought I was. Of course that left me desperate, but nevertheless she finally agreed to give me a chance right before I left for the World Cup, which sort of worked like a kickstart. I believe this victory has something to do with her,” he laughed, but deep down in his mind he truly believed it.

“Was it something you could call love at the first sight or was it a bit more complicated?” the interviewer inquired.

“We first met almost a year ago at one of my mate’s birthday party. The moment I saw her I knew there is something about this woman that makes me really attracted to her, yet I never got the courage to ask her out that day. I did try to show off a bit, though,” he chuckled, “but even my mates were more impressed than she was, and it was not something I was initially going for. I do remember talking to her that night, however, she was an absolute sweetheart and I knew I was crushing hard when it was time for her to leave. I never got to see her again until a few months ago, though. Then I did manage to get her number and literally started asking her out every day at every change that I got. God, she was so annoyed by it, but she is too sweet of a person to tell me to lay off. It’s sort of ironic, though, because she kept refusing my offers,” his smile was so bright it almost seemed like his eyes are nonexistent from being squeezed together by his cheeks so tightly.

“And how did you manage to get a date in the end?” the man had grown very interested as was the filming crew, which had grown quiet and listened carefully.

“Well, I don’t really know if I want to spill all the details, I’m afraid someone might use it against me and ask her out,” he said seriously with a hint of humour and a smile in his eyes. “I arrived at her house, knowing that she was not there, because on those days she had late meetings. I knocked nevertheless, just felt the need to make my presence known. I remember being extremely frustrated that day, because we had had some quite extreme trainings for the whole week and we had to leave the next day, but I didn’t feel ready to go. So I stood there and just talked. About everything. I spoke to her door of how much I like her smile, how ridiculously annoying she was when she refused to give me a chance for a god knows how stupid of a reason. How I liked the way her hair smells and the way her lips curve in that devilish smile of hers, I confessed how much she truly means to me, even though I could not say that I know her that well or was in the position to even hope for something more than just the friendship she had offered to me. I may have wanted to hit the door with the flowers I had bought her on my way to her house. At least ’til the moment she told me not to, because “that would be a waste of a lovely effort”. When I say that my heart stopped the moment she spoke up from behind me, I mean it. I was so extremely embarrassed, yet so relieved that she had heard me. I believe it was all it took, because she said yes,” he said, his voice small, a faint smile played on his lips as he was deep in his thoughts.

The interviewer cleared his voice, but no words seemed to come out of his mouth for a moment.

“I believe she is a lucky girl to have you, Antoine,” he said, genuinely meaning it, and patted him on the shoulder, “if there were more men like you in the world, it would truly be a more love-filled place. I respect that, my friend.”

“It’s me. It’s me that’s lucky. Not every man can find someone that makes his heart beat faster. I did."

hii just wanted to say that I love your new kylo ren story idea and I look forward to reading it 😊

Thank you so much! 💕 I am really excited to be writing again, especially about Kylo, even though I haven’t done it before. So I really hope the new series will meet your expectations. Stay tuned! :)

I'm good thank you and god writer block is a bitch 😒

Right?? Tell me about it, feels so frustrating..