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sports-on-sundays · 19 days

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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 · 1 year

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I loved your fic for Antoine 🖤 so I was thinking can I request one where he’s training and reader is home alone but somehow someone breaks into the house and she calls Antoine first and he gets all worried that he leaves training and rushes back home? You can pick up the ending if you want to, it can either be fluff or angst :)) thank you 🖤

Afraid - Antoine Griezmann

Summary: Both of you were afraid when someone breaks into your house

In a normal day like any other, your boyfriend, Antoine would leave for training as you take care of his kids and do your work.

Today it seemed like one of those days, after a loving morning with Antoine he left for trainig; Erika, Anto's ex had left you the kids for a few hours, meanwhile she was doing some things with her company, Duzama.

Mía and Amaro were watching some TV show, while you had Alba on your lap doing some edits of the pictures you had taken, all of you in yours and Antoine's shared room.

Alba laughed at something and you smiled hand going to tickle her stomach causing the youngest Griezmann to laugh a bit more, when your phone lighted up

"Mami está llamando" (Mommy's callin') You announced to the two oldest who inmediately ran to your side greeting their mother

"Mis nenes hermosos! I'm on my way, Y/I. Meeting was quicker than I thought it would be so everything went out smoothly" You smiled nodding

"I'm glad" You smiled "We'll be here" You announced and she nodded hanging up

Five minutes had passed and you were on your own, Erika already had picked the kids up and now everything was too quiet, but that meant you could finish your edits sooner and the possibility of doing a little romantic dinner for your boyfriend would be more present.

So, that's what you did. After closing and locking the doors you were off to your room to finish your job. Your phone rang once more this time with a call of Anto, making you smile widely

"Hola señor" (Hello sir) You said instantly while watching his face turn up into a smile

"Hello beautiful lady" You smiled "Estás preciosa" (You're gorgeous)

You smiled "And you're sweaty" Both of you laugh a little

"Erika texted me she already picked the kids up?" You nod watching his face fall a bit

"What's wrong?" You ask concerned

"I wanted to see them when I get home" He smiled shaking his head ", but don't worry, chérie. I will pick them up after school tomorrow" You nod

"Mía told me something among those lines" You said with a smile remembering when she told you with her heavy spanish accent 'Papá nos irá a buscar al cole a Amaro y a mí, vendremos y veremos Vuelve Giselle' (Daddy will pick me and Amaro up from school tomorrow, we'll come and we'll watch Disenchanted) "How's practice going?"

"Only two hours more and then I'm all yours" You smiled even more if it was possible

"Yes, come soon please"You begged lightly

"Will do, chérie. What are you doing?"

"Some editing and then I'll do a little surprise for you"

"Sounds incredible" You nod

"Not for anything, but it does sound and it'll be good" Anto laughs

"But you don't have to, tho"

"I also know that" You smiled "But I wanted to"

"I love you" He says shaking his head a little

"I love you more"

"Call me if something happens" You nod

"Will do" And with that you hang up the call.

You went ahead and put a little bit of slow music, to help you concentrate and without knowing you worked and worked fast, that much that only an hour after you were done with the editions of that session.

You were surprised, editing was always the worst part of your job and mostly it took almost all of your day to do half of the photographs.

Once you were happy with your job you started choosing the best photos and sent them to the newlywed couple you worked for five days ago.

You always felt so good when people loved your job and the smile they brought to your face when you read their reply was making you feel everything in your stomach and be really proud of yourself.

But then you heard something.

Something weird, like... As if someone was looking for something. You stopped your music, thankful that you didn't had it at max.

Being careful you got out of your room and walked down a few stairs when you heard it and see it. There were two men looking for something.

They just broke into your house.

You quickly went once more into your room, feeling extremely nervous but also thankful that the kids weren't here. You picked up your phone and prayed for Antoine to pick up.

The small chance scenario of him still being busy and not answering made you feel sick.

"Aló?" You heard a voice, it wasn't Antoine's but you still recognized it and were grateful for it

"Koke!" You breathed in relief "Oh, thank god you answered... Mmmm... Is Antoine near you? Is he avaliable? It's really important and I need urgently to talk to him"

"He's still training. But I'm on my way to him. Is everything okay?" You heard the worry on your friend's voice

"Someone broke into the house and I'm all alone" You whispered hearing footsteps closer.

You shut down the lights, the laptop and went into the big closet Antoine posses and got inside in one that hadn't too much stuffs.

Foolish? Yes. The only option you had? Yes.

"Joder" (Fuck) You heard Koke say and then heard his breath a bit elaborated. He was running "Antoine!" He yelled "It's Y/N!"

"Chérie, what's wrong?" He asked

"Someone broke into the house, I'm alone and scared" You said quickly but still trying to make him understand

"What do you mean someone broke into our house? Where are you? Please, tell me you're somewhere safe, I'm on my way"

"I'm hidden in the closet of our room. I couldn't go anywhere else"

"Have you called the police?" You shook your head no while making a little sound of negation

"I just realized it" You said before hearing the door of your room open

"Koke's calling the police, chérie. And I'm already on my way, okay?"

"I think they're here" You said "Like, in our room"

"Let them take anything they want to, I don't care about the material stuff. We can replace it later. All I care about is your well-being, chérie"

"Come back home, please"

"Already on my way, beautiful. Don't hang up"

And you didn't and neither did he.

You kept on hearing their voices, mostly saying what to leave and what to take. You deep breathed when they started looking around the closet for any kind of jewelry.

"Please, no" You whispered hearing their voices closer each time

"I'm one turn away, chérie" You heard Antoine say

Then like magic, police sirens were heard

"Fuck!" One of the men yelled "Leave everything, we cannot get caught! I just got out of prison"

"We cannot leave with our hands empty!"

"Yes, we can. Maybe break into another house later"

"But this people are fucking rich!"

"We gotta go, now!"

"Fucking hell" You heard one of them say "Let me just put these things in here, then"

The door of the closet you were in, flew open.

"Oi!" You reacted quickly.

One of your legs came up to his stomach and your fist went to his eye.

That man fell to the ground as you flew out wanting to escape but the one that was in the door blocked you way out.

Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe you just wanted to be in the safety of your boyfriend's arms, but you picked the mans head and smashed it against your wall.

The man falling to the ground and you grabbed the opportunity to escape. You weren't a girl made for running but you ran down the stairs and out of the house.

You saw Antoine just parking, he got out of the car and ran to met you halfway while the police parked right in front of your house and some of them inmediately went inside and two officers came to you

"You okay, miss?" You nodded feeling tears on your eyes

"Two" You say "There were two. I hit them and ran here, they are inside" You say quickly burying yourself in Antoine

"Bien hecho" (Well done), the female officer said as Antoine got you in the backseat of his car

"Chérie" As soon as you heard his voice, you crumbled "They didn't do anything to you, right?"

"They didn't" You clarified "I was scared they would've tho"

"I was scared too, Chérie" Anto kissed your cheek multiple times "When Koke called me and you said those words I felt my whole world came down. Millions of scenarios came running to my mind and I couldn't bear the fact of losing you" He hugged you tighter to him "I'm sorry for not being there with you"

"You're with me now and it's all that matters" You said shaking your head lightly holding onto him "I hit them"

"Yes, you did"

"I felt like a badass" You admitted pulling yourself away a little to wipe your tears, Anto and you shared a little laugh

"You're precious, my badass girl" You kissed his cheek

"You were going inside?" You asked remembering watching him go out of his car and ran into your house

"I was about to when I saw you came out"

"You didn't had to"

"It wasn't something of having, it was something I needed to and I wanted to because you're my partner, my girl and I just couldn't let you inside with the terror happening while I'm outside watching it"

You heard screams coming out and when you turned around both mens were being scorted out

"The most important thing now is that I'm safe and in your arms"

"You are" Anto pulled back to kiss your lips thrice "Thank god, you are"

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beatrack92 · 5 days

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Andrea Medina (Atlético de Madrid)

#andrea medina #atlético de madrid #team spain #football #fútbol #women's football #soccer

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implxdingthemirage · 1 year

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FRA vs. POL

#football #antoine griezmann #grizi #griez #griezmann #francia #france nt #france #atlético de madrid #atletico madrid #atleti #worldcup

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soomovic · 9 months

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Luis Suarez, Ajax 2008 ❤️.

#football #italy #fc barcelona #nacional #groningen #liverpool #atlético de madrid #atletico madrid #fc barça #grêmio #gremio

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raphoupix · 3 months

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Antoine Griezmann, Marcos Llorente and Memphis Depay

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corajexcorazon · 1 month

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#pablo barrios #rodrigo riquelme #alvaro morata #atlético de madrid #atletico madrid #canteranos in their joint slay

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takaisayaka · 1 year

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Griezmann Is my Superman 🇫🇷✨

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han-merlin · 3 months

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Well well well. Looks like it's time in February for us to cement our superiority this season.

#atletico madrid #atlético de madrid #antoine griezmann #alvaro morata #rodrigo riquelme #jan oblak

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gadriezmannsgirl · 1 year

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hii honey how are you? how would you feel about writing something for antoine? like where he wants to ask reader out because he’s in love with her but she comes from a difficult relationship (it could be her ex was violent or he cheated) and so she’s not ready to date again but antoine being the kind man he is he’s ready to wait for reader for all the time she needs? thank you so much :)))

I feel absolutely incredible writing for Antoine. I'm gonna take the cheating option because I don't write about violence, disorders and those kinds of stuffs, 'cus I don't feel comfortable doing those kind of scenarios. And dk if it was just me but the request has gotten me "When You're Ready" by Shawn Mendes and "I'll be Waiting" by Cian Ducrot feels. So OF COURSE I'LL DO IT.

Also, what a game Atlético had against Sevilla 6-1 and of course Anto scored😌🇨🇵 (Also, I know I'm a bit late but Uni wants to kick my ass; I don't let it tho)

I really hope you like this, please let me know what you think!

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When You're Ready, I'll be Waiting - Antoine Griezmann

Summary: He's willing to wait for you for all the time you need for as long as you need to.

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No. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not to you. Not again. You couldn't give him what he wanted. You wouldn't allow yourself to fall again.

But you were kinda halfway through there.

And you wanted to stop it before it becomes too late and end up like the last time.

Alone and heartbroken.

"Please, don't get me wrong" You hurried up to say "I really like you too. And a lot!" You exclaimed before sighing "I just...-" You cut yourself off shaking your head "I'm-"

"It's fine, Y/I, it really is" Antoine said with a light smile on his face while grabbing your hands "I know..." You sighed looking straight into his blue eyes "And now, knowing you feel the same way, I'll wait for you"

"Yeah... I can't let you do that" You said shaking your head in disbelief "You're too good for me and you don't need to be waiting for my ass to get on its feet for a certain amount of time, when you can be happy and free with anyone else"

"But I don't want anyone else, I want you" He said with a smile on his face "And I will wait for you. Always. Whenever you're ready, I'll be here. For now, we can be friends and I'll be okay with it"

This wasn't the first time you felt a tug on your heart while being around Antoine.

You worked as part of the medical team in Atlético de Madrid, that was how you guys met each other. How you guys ended up becoming friends? That you didn't quite know for sure.

It maybe could've started with the usual player's check up, after some visits Antoine started cracking some jokes here and there managing to make you laugh and eventually hyping you up to say some jokes back.

Soon, it turned to asking for your phone number and then the texting came, at first it was a random times at day and only once a every two days but soon it started to become more frequently until you came to the way you were today.

During a night out that the guys had invited you, they had asked you personal questions wanting to get to know you better, after all, you only had six months working for them and they felt you were like a mystery because they didn't knew anything but your full name.

During those questions, your love life appeared, asked by Bea, Koke's wife.

"Any boyfriend? Fiance? Husband?" You shook your head lightly

"All single" You replied with a soft smile on

"Why? You're truly beautiful!" Ángel Correa's wife, Sabrina Di Marzo exclaimed impressed as you only lifted your shoulders shrugging

"Maybe some men don't see me that way" You said softly remembering how your last relationship ended

"Oh, but they are just assholes, I'm pretty sure about it" Antoine had said from besides you as everyone around the table agreeded with him

"You'll see, the right man for you will appear in the least moment you're expecting him" Yannick said with a soft smile

"He will" Antoine nodded at his words

"Yes, sure" You said before taking a sip from your glass of wine.

Maybe it was the little alcohol, maybe it was just you but you swear you could see in Antoine's eyes something and that was the first time your heart felt something you hadn't felt in the past eight months.

You recognized that feeling and you wanted it away.

But the thing was, you couldn't push Antoine away.

You tried to set your mind in work, see the players as patients and nothing else, but Antoine had other plans in mind, asking you to his house for a BBQ with his family, see Disney movies with his kids and what you thought it was friendly, it wasn't.

That's how you came here, in his house doing some red velvet cake as he let his feelings out for you.

And you liked him. A lot. You could see yourself being with him, but you didn't allowed it yourself. You weren't ready for a relationship. You didn't wanted to be broken again. You didn't wanted to cry yourself at night to sleep, you didn't wanted to feel alone after having company. You didn't wanted to mess up your friendship with a wonderful man, like Antoine is. But most important of all, you didn't wanted to feel how your ex made you feel, ever again.

You were scared. And it seemed like Antoine knew it.

"Don't worry, I'll wait and I'll help you heal. So you can be yourself again and never have afraid and I'll be here listening to you for everything you need" He said with a soft smile on, you were left shocked watching him impressed.

He knew how to read you from top to bottom.

"How'd you know that?" You asked watching him shrug a bit

"You're easy for me to read?" He asked with a smile making you crack on by yourself. You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out "You don't need to explain yourself if you don't feel comfortable" He quickly said as you smiled lightly

A comfortable silence stepped in between the two of you as you smiled at each other

"Thank you" You said softly "Want some?" You offered him some dough that was stick to the bowl as he inserted his finger and ate some of it.

You truly were in a bit of trouble if he keep on being like this

Three months have passed since then and things between the two of you were normal, just like before but now Antoine doesn't hide the fact he is attracted to you.

He tells you how beautiful he thinks you look, notices if you changed your nails color, compliments your hair, brings you your morning drink, some snack or just simply shares a small smile and tells you an 'We can talk later, sounds good?' and when you get overwhelmed, he's the first one to calm you down.

You were starting to look forward those later, you wanted to see him arrive at Civitas Metropolitano, laugh and spend time with him. He made you feel incredibly good.

Like no one else has done.

And meanwhile you liked that feeling, you still had your big doubts about it. You knew Antoine wasn't that kind of man, but you couldn't help it.

Today, it was a check up day. You had already checked up half of the team, cracking jokes and listening to any dolence of theirs and giving them recomendations, solutions and filling in their records when it was Antoine's turn.

"Hello" You said smiling bright watching him smile right back at you

"Hola" He said closing the door after him and giving you a one arm hug

"What do you have on your back?" You asked laughing slightly after his attempts to hide something

"Why are you noisy?" He asked back in between laughs

"Oh, I'm sorry!" You laughed pulling your hands up "Sorry" You shook your head

"I'm just kidding" He said pulling out his arm and showing you a little bouquet of sunflowers "Hope you like them" You inmediately smiled and nodded accepting the flowers

"They are beautiful" You said nodding "And my favorites too"

"Straight on point" He said raising his fist up in victory, you laugh lightly "How's your day going?" He asked while pulling his shirt up his head.

You smiled telling him about your day, a few events, nothing too exciting as his day probably was, but you loved the fact Antoine really cared for everything you had to say and acted as if everything was the biggest thing ever.

"I'm truly glad your niece is getting better. Hopefully we can go out with Mía and Amaro some day" He said after finishing pulling his shirt up

You smiled "Antoine" You softly said grabbing his attention

"What's up, chérie?" You stayed in silence for a while, looking at him.

You were processing everything, the rights, the wrongs, the pros and cons.

You wanted to give him a chance, you were happier with him. You weren't going to let some asshole, ruin your whole love life.

"My ex... He cheated on me" You started and paused for a long while, mentally ranking all the words from your head down your mouth, hoping they make some sense

"Y/N, you don't need to-" You cut him off by shaking your head with a smile

"He cheated on me with my best friend, said that the only thing I cared about was my job and basically how he thought I was fucking around with guys from my past work and that, that was the reason he cheated on me" You shook your head "That was bullshit" You said grading his response "I was truly and deeply in love with him and he simply broke four years of relationship in three months. It hurt me a lot because I really thought: 'This will be the man I want to marry and have kids with'" You shrugged your shoulders with a light smile

"I was-am" You corrected yourself "so afraid of falling in love again because I don't wanna end up broken hearted once more" You looked straight into his eyes stopping yourself from a moment "But... When I see you" You smiled "I can see myself doing everything next to you"

Antoine smiled lightly grabbing your hand "I like you so much" You said laughing lightly "And meanwhile I know you're not like my ex or any other kind of guy... I'm still afraid because I don't wanna mess anything up between us" You said smiling a bit "But I wanna be happy, I'll allow that to myself. Because I need it, I want it and I'm worthy of it"

"So... If are still on that waiting... If you still want me to go out with you someday, I just wanted to let you know that I'll love to do so"

Antoine smiled widely, he let go of your hands to wrap his arms around you and left a kiss on your cheek

"I'll always be ready whenever you are. This is our story, needs to be done with both of our ways but together as one. I will always wait for you" You smiled hugging him back "And get ready for the best date of your life" You laughed lightly "And thank you for trusting me with your past"

"Thank you for making me realize I have to give myself some priority and many chances as I'd like"

Antoine, proudly showed you his palm as you giggled unwrapping one of your arms from him to high-five him "That's my girl"

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