Theo Griezmann - Blog Posts

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."

All that matters

An Antoine Griezmann imagine

Based on this request:

Request for y/n 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

Enjoy!

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Crowds. Crowds of people surrounded the football pitch in hopes for their favourite team to win. Cheers embraced you as Antoine scored his penalty shot against Croatia. Another goal closer to being the champions of the world. A pang of proudness shot through your heart, and an enormous grin found its way on your face. You knew how much it meant to him. He has always wanted to make his country and family proud, but most importantly - he wanted to make you proud. You found yourself in the middle of friends, families and lovers of the other football players and you couldn’t help but to notice the how beautiful the other women were. Their cheekbones looked almost carved by gods, their lips plump, hair done to the perfection and their slim figures moved themselves in the rhythm of another cheer song. A sudden insecurity hit you that you were probably looking like you have too much going on at a time, your hair a mess, face flushed from cheering too much, clothes chosen to be as comfortable as possible, not glamorous like the others’. Your arms found their way around your midriff, almost shielding your stomach. You couldn’t help yourself, you knew you are nothing compared to them. Tears pricked in your eyes when you understood that Antoine deserves someone flawless, like him.

Til the end of the match only a couple of minutes were left, a huge smile was plastered on your face both because the french national team is destined to finally win and because you were trying to put your mind at ease from all the negative thoughts about yourself. It was Antoine’s day, you couldn’t bring yourself to be so selfish and ruin his mood with your own problems. As the whistle blew, tears slid down your cheeks. They had done it! You noticed Antoine on the pitch, happy tears in his eyes and that gorgeous smile of his on his face as he congratulated his teammates. Some were running towards their children to bring them on the pitch, some were rushing to their wives and girlfriends to engulf them in an embrace and say thank you for supporting them. Seeing them together made you feel crushed, because you knew that next to Anto you look like a nobody, yet he was still there, calling loud and clear for your name and extending his arms as if waiting to be hugged.

He was ecstatic, absolutely mind blown and couldn’t believe that he had just won. His mind was going a million miles per hour, yet the first thing he thought of was you. He searched for you in the crowd and when he found you, his legs started working before his mind did. He couldn’t help himself, he was in awe of how beautiful you look in his jersey, the stripes of the french flag drawn on your cheeks. Hair up in a perfect mess, showing off your beautiful face. Once he reached the benches, he noticed the look on your face, though the smile was bright, it didn’t quite reach your eyes the way he loves it so much. Your eyes were filled with sorrow as you looked upon the families of his mates. He called for you:

“(Y/N)! Baby!”

She ran towards him and quite literally almost fell over from the excitement of seeing him.

“I am so proud of you, Anto,” she whispered in his neck as he tightened his hold on her.

“I did this all for you, love,” he whispered back, feeling his eyes sting once again, now that he is in the arms of his lover.

He lifted you up and spun you around, shouting out of excitement, and though at first you were doing the same, you soon realised that he is holding up the whole weight of your body, the feeling of insecureness once again returned and you begged him to let you down.

“Hey, what’s wrong, mon amour?”

“It’s nothing, you are tired, I don’t want you to hurt yourself while holding me up for so long, you still have to celebrate, you know,” you tried to laugh it off, however the hint of panic in your voice screamed louder than your words to Antoine to know that something indeed was wrong.

“Tell me, please. I want to know what’s bothering you,” he said, once again engulfing you, knowing that cameras are everywhere and will probably catch the two of you off guard at some point.

“It’s nothing. Just stupid old me being stupid”

“You are not stupid, stop it, (Y/N). Please, I am begging you,” he said, took your face in his hands and looked deeply in your eyes.

You looked away. Once again your eyes averted to other girlfriends and you couldn’t help but sigh at how gorgeous they looked. Antoine, however, not being a fool soon caught up.

“Is it because of them? Did they say anything bad to you? Did they hurt your feelings? Tell me,” he demanded, getting rilled up even from the thought of them being rude to you.

“No, no, they didn’t, I promise.. It’s just..”

“It’s just what?”

“I am nothing compared to them… I am not as beautiful or skinny or well dressed as them. Hell, I look like a wet rat while they look like angels in this stupid rain,” you confessed, your voice small, “I am not worthy of you, Antoine. I will never be that someone you are proud to show off, I will never be the one people look up to and call beautiful, I'm just not..” you trailed off.

“I… I-I..” he stuttered, “I cannot believe how big of a fool you are, (Y/N). You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever had the chance to lay my eyes upon in my entire life. What you were saying are all lies. I love you for who you are and the way you are. No one will ever be able to top that. God, I am so smitten with you that even the thought of you thinking so low of yourself makes me angry. Please, never, ever say that again. I promise you that 'til the day I die I will cherish every single inch of you and will make it my task to prove you how truly beautiful you are. Don’t ever be ashamed of it. I will carry you in my arms until they give out and then I will pick you up again and again. Je t’aime.” he breathed out and you couldn’t help the smile on your face from appearing and tears glistened in your eyes.

He took you by the hand, intertwined your fingers and took you down to the pitch. He put his medal around your neck and kissed you in the pouring rain.

“I am only a winner, because I have you,” he breathed out and kissed you once again.

Everything else faded away, it was just the two of you in the world. And it is all that matters.

I need you

An Antoine Griezmann imagine

Based on this request:

Hey! I saw you’re taking requests so I thought maybe something about Antoine being with a new girl after Erika and him broke up and she’s a lot younger then him and she meets his family for the first time and she feels really insecure and scared that his family will think she‘s ruining his life?

Part two will be up shortly! Enjoy!

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It’s been over six months now since Erika and Antoine's divorce. Though it was hard for both of them, especially knowing that they share a child, Antoine had known that it is for the better. Though at first the thought of them two splitting was only something he had seen as a side effect of being so tired, thus always frustrated with everything going on in his life, he could not for the dear life of him forget the night he had met you.

It was around eight months ago. The season had just ended, and Antoine and his team mates had gone out for a drink to the local pub in Madrid. The night was filled with alcohol and laughs, a few more serious topics had found their way in the conversations, but it was nothing more than just drunk talks, or at least that’s what Antoine had thought. He vaguely remembers telling his friends that he is tired of the consistency in his life, tired of coming home to be met with his wife that always says and asks the same meaningless things, tired of feeling no more spark in their relationship. He loved her and his daughter, of course, but the feeling in his guts was trying to prove him otherwise to mess with his mind. But maybe it was just the alcohol...

You, however, were sitting by the bar with your friends and sipping the not-so-club-esque drink of Coke, not feeling in the mood to get piss drunk and not remember even anything that had happened the night before, like it had happened to your friend the other day and left her traumatised to such an extent that she did not even attend your weekly friday outing. Your friends were spinning around the dance floor, some were looking for a compatible one night stand, while the others were way too tipsy to even look like they are dancing, not just having a casual seizure in the middle of the club. The feeling in your bones had sent shivers down your spine, once you recognised that someone has been watching you the whole time you were lost in your thoughts. You felt the piercing look, but you didn’t dare to glance in its direction. You figured that it would be for the best, as it would not provoke something you were not even sure you would be able to handle, if necessary. After a while, though, the curiosity had gotten the best of you, making you look directly in the direction of the glare, but you found nothing. Just a couple of backs turned in your direction, some shaking with laughter, some twisted in an ungodly way to see someone that had fallen off of a stool. It almost felt as a disappointment to you. It’s not like you wanted the attention, but the fact that you never really got it angered you. It was until you felt a warm breath on your neck that triggered your heartbeat.

“I’m sorry for bothering you, but you look way too lonely and beautiful to spend the night alone,” the stranger had said.

You turned around only to be met with the most beautiful blue eyes you thought you had ever seen. Your breath hitched in your throat and it was suddenly hard to breathe, yet you managed to get out a response that intrigued the handsome man in front of you. One sentence lead to another and by the end of the night it felt as if you had know Antoine already prior your meeting, but it certainly didn’t bother you. Though you had learned that he was in his mid-twenties, married and had a child, with you being almost six years younger than him and single, something about him screamed despair and longing for something more in his life, but it was against your principles to even imagine having something more with him than just a conversation. When the time came for you to leave, you had decided against giving him your number or even telling him your last name in the hopes of him trying to find you via social media. He was saddened, to say the least, but understood that asking for your number would lead to something more than just a friendly relationship, or at least that was what he had imagined. He was smitten by you in a matter of few minutes and letting you go seemed as the worst decision in his life.  

The next few days went by as a blur for both of you, as neither of you had been able to think of anything else than one another. It was until one night that Antoine had only seen you as just a girl in the bar that he oh so desperately was trying to get out of his brain. A night in which he dreamt of thoughts so unholy that even he himself was surprised by how needy he was to see you again, to smell your perfume and touch the silkiness of your skin. It was once again Friday, when he had told Erika he was going out with his mates, when in fact he was just hoping to see you again. Of course he had remembered you saying that this was the usual weekly outing place for you and your friends, and he couldn't have been more anxious yet giddy just to see you again. Once he entered, his eyes were looking for your face, butterflies were swarming his stomach - a feeling he had not felt in a very long time. Once he saw you, he couldn’t help but smile, but that soon vanished as he noticed you sitting with a guy he knew you hadn’t mentioned before. A pang of jealousy had struck him then and there, yet he knew there is nothing he could do about it as you weren’t his. He slowly approached the bar and made sure that he did so in a manner that would not go unnoticed by you. He pretended to notice you only after a while of sitting by the bar and sipping on a glass of scotch. He noticed your eyes smile when they met his, and he was met with a reassurance that you were indeed happy to see him - something he didn’t know he needed. He approached you and introduced himself to the man sitting next to you. It turned out he was a best friend of yours and was keeping you company to make sure you are safe, and Antoine appreciated it. After a while the guy left and the two of you were once again left to a conversation that soon grew a lot more personal and intimate than when it first started. He confessed that he was not able to get you out of his head and that he needed more of you, to which you responded with the same neediness and desire. You two exchanged numbers, yet you had felt the need to exchange more than just that.

The days spent texting soon turned into a few hours spent together, which turned into days and sometimes even nights. You knew he was married and so did he, but neither of you seemed to care when the two of you were together. Erika, though oblivious to the two of you, knew that Antoine no longer wanted to be in a relationship, which had left her broken. They had set a date of divorce, which she had desperately tried to postpone or even cancel at all, yet Antoine had made his mind. When you asked him as to what made him make this decision and why with her, he only responded with:

“I have never felt anything like this with anyone else than you, (Y/N). I need you, and if I won’t have you, I will go insane."

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