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sports-on-sundays · 9 months ago

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football in the rain / Antoine Griezmann

Summary: Antoine x female!Spanish!reader - You met a celebrity before he became a celebrity.

Warnings: running away from home, angst I suppose, missing home, sad ending, melancholy vibes, bit of Spanish (sorry if it's not correct), slight parasocial relationship?

Author's Note: I'M BEGGING YOU. PLEASE READ THIS! I wrote this because I'm a huge fan of his, okay, but listen, I know a lot of you couldn't care less about this but it was an idea I had that I needed to write down. It's not even romantic at all, so you don't have to worry about that! I'm just super proud of this and it would make me so happy to know someone read and enjoyed it. Please, if you don't enjoy it as a fic, then enjoy it simply as a story! Anyway of course I know after this mega long author's note I'm going to get 0 notes anyway.

Requested: Be real.

The year was 2006. The rain beat on your head, soaking through your clothes, as you walked, carrying nothing but a backpack on your back, in the middle of the night.

You stared down at your shoes as you walked, watching as water squished out of them with every step. You let out a deep sigh.

But suddenly, a football gently ran into your foot.

You looked up just in time to see a soaking wet teenage boy, running towards you, saying quickly, "¡Lo siento!"

His wet hair was plastered to his forehead, and his clothes were also soaking, hanging from his body. He had no shoes on, which you found strange.

You picked up his ball and held it, saying, "Who are you?" A part of you assumed he was just some homeless guy who had come across a ball and decided to start playing with himself.

"Mi nombre es Antoine," he said, and it became clear Spanish wasn't his first language. He eyed the ball, waiting for you to hand it back to him.

"Are you French?" you asked.

He nodded, looking at you with his big eyes. "Can I have my ball back?"

You frowned, and, being merely a teenager, asked bluntly, "Are you homeless or something?"

The boy blinked in surprise. "No! I play for Real Sociedad." He gestured, and you were surprised to see you were right by the academy, and you hadn't even noticed.

"Really?" you had asked, sweeping a wet strand of hair out of your face.

He nodded.

"How come you're out practicing in the middle of a rainy night, then?"

You watched as his jaw tightened a bit, but he responded back simply, "I want to improve. I practice whenever I can."

You laughed a bit at that as you asked incredulously, "Don't you get any sleep?"

He shrugged. "Of course I do."

You nodded, and stood there. You glanced at his ball, before rolling it back to him. He stopped it with his foot, which compelled you to ask, "Why aren't you wearing any shoes?"

He shrugged. "They got too wet on the grass. It's easier without."

"Won't you slip?"

He shrugged for about the one hundredth time.

"Well, it makes you look homeless."

"I don't care."

You nodded, shifting your backpack strap on your shoulder, as he said, "But what are you doing, walking in the middle of the night, like you are?"

You shrugged. "I'm running away from home."

The boy blinked in shock as he began kicking the ball back near the field. You followed, somewhat intrigued by this guy, Antoine, with his bright eyes, as he asked, "Why would you do that?"

"I don't know. I'm sick of my home," you said, shrugging off your backpack.

"Want to play?" Antoine offered.

You nodded, slipping off your coat, too. You started playing, just going easy on each other, before Antoine said, eyeing the jersey you were wearing, "Atlético? Are you from Madrid?"

You stood a little straighter, proud of your club. "No, but my uncle is. He's who I'm running away to. I'm sick of my parents."

"You said that," Antoine said as he intercepted your dribble.

"You're really good," you complimented.

"I'm going to go professional, soon enough," the boy smiled proudly.

You nodded. The two of you kept playing, until the score was 3-2, Antoine winning, and you flopped down on the grass next to your backpack, both covered in not only water, now, but also sweat.

"Fernando Torres?" Antoine asked, glancing at the back of your jersey. "Is he your favorite player?"

You grinned, nodding. "He's the best."

He nodded back, and you sat silently in the grey night together for some minutes, before Antoine asked softer, "Why do you want to run away from home?"

You frowned. "I don't know. I want something new. My parents expect me to do so much, and then they never even care about me. They're so controlling. I mean, I'm fifteen! They treat me like a little kid."

"Oh..." Antoine nodded again, trailing off. "Do you think they love you?"

You blinked in surprise at that question. "Of course they do!"

He nodded, and said simply, kind of suddenly, "I'm from France."

"You said."

"My parents are still back there, and my siblings. In France. I hardly ever have gotten to see them... Since... I moved here, for football."

"Well, why didn't you join a club closer to your home, then?" you asked. It seemed fairly obvious to you.

"No clubs would take me."

"What? Why?! You're good!"

But Antoine shrugged, a sad tinge to his voice, so much so, that for just a moment, you thought he might cry. "Apparently, not good enough... What's your name, anyway?"

You told him your name, and he nodded. "Mucho gusto."

You sat there for a while, together, silently. The rain subsided a bit, and finally, you stood up, grabbing your backpack. Antoine stood up with you as you said, "Well, I better get going."

Antoine nodded and said, "Bye. It was really nice, to..." he trailed off, because neither of you really knew what had just happened.

"Yeah," you smiled, understanding. "You too. Antoine."

He grinned back a bit as you turned on your heel to get walking.

But suddenly, he grabbed your wrist. You turned to face him again, your eyebrows scrunching together. "Wait," he said.

You stared.

He let out a shaky breath, before saying, "If your parents love you... I don't think you should run away... I know it's hard, but I don't think you'll regret it in the end."

You saw the glimpse of all the sadness in his eyes. The loneliness.

He knew how it would feel.

His heart was aching for his family.

You assumed it was just a stray raindrop that slowly rolled down his cheek.

You swallowed, and slipped your hand down to squeeze his. "Thanks, Antoine. I'll think about it."

"I don't think I'll ever forget you," he said suddenly, softer.

You blinked in surprise. "W- Why?"

He grinned suddenly. Those sparkling sad blue eyes shining. "I've had a nice time with you, practicing."

You nodded, smiling a little back. "Yeah I had fun, too. Well... bye, Antoine."

He let your hand slip out of his as he called, "Thank you!"

At that time, you didn't have any idea what he was thanking you for as you walked away.

Sometimes, today, you think about it. Now you figure he was just lonely. A boy in the world striving for success, but couldn't see the bright path ahead of him, at the time. Someone who kept going simply because he was a dreamer. He never let go of hope.

That night, you didn't walk to the station and get on a train to Madrid. You went home, took a warm shower, and went to bed.

And after that, things got better for you, slowly but surely.

And you thanked Antoine for that, partially.

And you hoped things would get better for him, too.

Well, you saw that with your own eyes. You saw him get older, and get a place on the first team.

And though perhaps you didn't realize it at the time like Antoine did, the same went for you.

That night, a strange connection you would never forget was formed.

There was no way you could ever forget that lonely night with Antoine, playing football in the rain.

You stand in line, holding two jerseys in your hand. All around you, you, people gushed and huffed and jabbered and pushed in mostly excitement.

Ahead of all the people, somewhere, was Antoine Griezmann, sitting at a table, signing fans' items.

Antoine, who years ago, you played football with in the rain.

You're sure the fame, the money- it changed him. You assume that's something that happens with everyone. But there were so many moments when your heart pounded, and all you could think was, Once upon a time, I stood in the rain and talked to that boy. In that moment, on that one night, we were connected.

Now, eighteen years later, you're determined to let your paths cross again.

He's a famous footballer, with everything anyone could ever ask for. Practically all the money in the world, and a beautiful wife and children.

You're just you, a woman in her thirties who has had a generally alright life, but remain middle class and alone in the world.

But there's a connection you don't want to let go of.

There were moments.

When your uncle phoned you to tell of the news of the young Real Sociedad hotshot who was signing for Atlético Madrid.

When you watched him walk off the pitch crying, after a loss to Germany in the 2014 World Cup.

When you stood up from your sofa and screamed for joy when he scored his first goal for your club, Atlético de Madrid.

When he won the World Cup for France in 2018, and you watched him smiling in the rain with the glimmering golden trophy in his hand.

When you watched him go off to Barcelona, and still stayed his supporter through that mess.

And then you saw him come back to his club. Your club.

And become it's top goalscorer.

And now you're determined to see him face-to-face again.

It seems to happen so slow, and so quick, and the same time. You're not sure if it's tedious or sudden, but either way, at some point, you step up to the table with a lump in your throat.

He looks up and meet your eyes.

He won't recognize me, will he?

"Could you sign two things for me? Antoine?"

He nods, "Of course," and you lay down your jersey of his, with the number seven on the back of it. His Spanish is a lot better now, but you know that. You watch as he scribbles his signature on the shirt and hands it back to you with a smile.

You swallow down the lump in your throat as you lay down the second jersey.

"Fernando Tor-" his voice falters, "Torres," he finishes.

He glances back up at you.

A hint of uncertainty.

Does he really recognize this old jersey?

Is it really ringing a bell, or am I just imagining things?

You breathe deeply.

Come on, Y/n. Say something. This is your chance. This is your one moment, your mind screams as he signs the second, ragged, quite older jersey.

He hands it back to you, but his eyes linger on you longer.

You blurt, "Mi nombre es Y/n."

His bright blue eyes become slightly wider as he opens his mouth to speak.

But suddenly a fan pushes your back in annoyance, and a security guard says, "Miss, we've got a lot of people to get through, and Griezmann doesn't have a lot of time."

And just like that, you're swept away by the crowd. The moment is lost, and you stare at your shoes, clutching your jerseys. You stare at all the other shoes around you, your brain drowning out all the noise.

Your heart pounds.

He remembered me. He did.

Your head aches. All you needed was another moment. All you needed was-

What did you need? Did you really expect anything? Could you even have expected anything?

You feel dizzy, as your stomach drops, and the whole world seems to spin.

You should just be happy you got your jerseys signed, by a star like him.

But to you, he feels like more than just a distant star.

You walk out, swallowing the newest lump forming in your throat, not even taking a moment to look back and see the blue eyes still glancing up and burning into your back.

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gadriezmannsgirl · 2 years ago

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Dating Antoine Griezmann Would Include...

Griziiiii!!!🇨🇵😍 This man deserves some good loving and attention

P.S: You already know what's this one about.

I feel like dating this man should be one of the best things ever

Like, he'll be head over heels for you.

Wouldn't have eyes for another girl. You're literally the only girl in his world.

You met each other thanks to one of the Atlético matches. A little incident happened.

You were being pushed by some fans of the rival and they picked on you. Of course, you had your friends helping you out but they still messed with you. And your group was out-numebered. So you tried your best to stop them, quietly

Obviously, Antoine saw this and he told some guards who helped you and your friends out. After the match ended, he came straight over to you and your group of friends asking you if you guys were okay.

That question, turned into a full conversation with him

And in the end, he asked your name. And soon, you saw a IG notification

@antogiezmann has requested to follow you

You liked the man, so of course, you accepted.

And your friendships started that way

After several months of friendship, you were the one who asked him out

Seeing that he was still a bit unsure of dating, now that he was fully divorced with kids and stuff. He wasn't sure if you'd like him in that way.

He thought you prefered someone else. Someone who you could start your life brand-new.

But you didn't

And he fell in love with you when you told him that

Talking about his kids.

You were nervous meeting them. It's obvious they are Antoine's whole life. And you wanted to make a good impression on them

His heart melted when you started playing princesses with Mía and Alba.

And Football with Amaro

You got along with Erika

Not like best friends, but did keep a healthy relationship between the two of you. She was the mother of his kids and you knew it. And you also knew they would be always connected to each other thanks to those three beauties.

He fell more in love with you when you told him you knew that.

He is really close to his family and mostly with his younger brother, Theo

He was extremely happy when he saw Theo's and yours friendship

Anto often says his older sister, Maud, tries to kidnap you from him

"I try my best to do so, Anto. Be careful" "No. I wouldn't let you"

"No. I love being with him" You'd say making his soul leave and come back to his body several times

Joining him in his goofy style

Lots of laughter in your house

You never go out unless it's grocery shooping

And some important event, oc

You are best friends with Koke

And with the rest of the Altético de Madrid players

They loved the fact you made Antoine happy

Talking about happiness

Your happiness it's his

So he would always do his everything to see your smile

Would give you gifts at random times at days

"And those flowers?" "They're yours, chérie. Hope you like them" "Love them" You kissed his cheek "But why?" He shrugs his shoulders "Just because"

Dating Antoine Griezmann means never getting used to his hairstyles

"Will I ever see you with the same hair style for more than four months?" "I don't think so, chérie"

Loves it when you try and speak French with him

"Wait, what?" And he'd just laugh at your attempt

Bit of dirty talking in French

You totally go crazy for it

Even if he's cursing at your relatives, you'd be all over him

Cuddles are the best

But not everything is pink

You'll be sad whenever he has to leave for some match

Lots of "Miss you"s and lots of Facetime calls

He would send you pics or videos of him, where he is, what's he doing, what's he eating, everything

He would also bring you a little gift from whenever he was, a necklace, a handmade card, anything

When he comes back home, he won't be leaving your side

You guys don't fight a lot

And when you do, you never go to sleep mad at each other.

He absolutely hates it

And he loves you, respects you and cares for you.

Basically, you're a freaking lucky girl if you're dating this man

Because you guys were not only each other's lovers, you were friends, you were partners, you were each others rock, you were each other supports and no one could ever bring you guys down.

°°° °°° °°° °°°

@gaviypedrisbride

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lenaswritingandstuff · 2 years ago

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Jealous - Antoine Griezmann x reader (Part I)

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

Pairing: Antoine Griezmann x Female!Reader

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

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Angst, mention of cheating, false accusation

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

PART ONE

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

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

“Hey,” you smiled. “Already done?”

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

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

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

“Yes, ma’am.”

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

“Hey, Y/N, wanna play?”

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

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

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

“You little-”

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

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

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

“Oh come on, Grizi, don’t be silly-”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes!”, you exclaimed, feeling exasperated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

PART II

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