Unexpected Reunion
Fandom: Football RPF (Atletico Madrid)
Pairing: Antoine Griezmann/first person narrator of unspecified gender
Summary: This is filling a request I received on tumblr: "grizi fic where he is your ex boyfriend but you meet each other and get back together? pls? 😊"
Word count: 1154
Rating: Teen & up audiences (FRT)
Notes: the first person narrator’s gender remains unspecified throughout the fic. because that’s what I personally like to read and that’s just how I roll. *grizi’s voice* enjoy!
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Read on tumblr (the tumblr theme has a decent layout for reading I promise...)
With a blanket still tucked around me for warmth as the evening drew on, I turned the TV off and lay back down on the sofa. It hadn’t been a good match for Antoine. In fact, I wasn’t even sure why I’d been watching it in the first place. Maybe there just hadn’t been anything better on TV. But I knew that was a poor excuse. I’d watched the entire news programme and the local news afterwards, and even that had finished before I stopped watching.
Atleti had been defeated, and the opposing defenders had been tremendously skilled at filling the spaces Grizi was famous for running into and blocking every attempt he could have had at scoring. Koke tried several times to back Antoine up and help get the ball to him, but it just hadn’t been working. Torres was the only one to get the ball near the goal, but it had been artfully blocked by the goalie at the very last minute. At the end of the match, his painfully frustrated, saddened face had been heart-wrenching to watch. He could almost have been crying, but with all the rain pouring down it was hard to tell.
My mood had sunk to the bottom of the ocean, and I was just falling asleep on the sofa, trying to get the damn match I should never really have watched in the first place out of my head. I closed my eyes and pulled the blanket closer, grateful for its warmth. It was so tempting to just. Fall. Asleep.
My eyes flickered open again when I slowly realised why it was so cold. The window was still open. Ah well, too late to get up again and fix that now. I closed my eyes again, hugging the blanket.
The sound of my doorbell ringing yanked me away from my thoughts. It was almost 11pm. Who the hell would come over at that time of night unannounced?
Reluctantly, I threw the blanket back down the other end of the sofa and moved my tired body to stand up and walk towards the door, or something like that. I stumbled down the hallway towards the doorhandle, and opened the door without a second thought. What I saw behind the door, however, was something I had not been expecting at all.
Antoine was standing on the doorstep, his hair still wet from the relentless rain, and probably a shower too. He looked utterly forlorn and when I looked into his eyes I caught something I could only describe as a longing gaze.
“Hey,” he said softly, and then looked down at his feet.
It took my brain far too long to process what was going on. I hadn’t seen him in over a month. Not since we agreed that it’d be best if we parted ways. Our relationship really hadn’t been working out. I was always busy with my job, and Antoine often went on trips with his football team, and things had just broken down as time went by and we didn’t find the time to see each other all that often.
“I hope you don’t mind… It really wasn’t my game today, and, uh, I wanted to just get away from everything for a while. I took the long route home, and, well, I ended up here” he rambled, somewhat sheepishly.
“Hey, no, it’s okay. Want to come in and get out of the rain?” I offered. I tried to keep my voice sounding as kind as possible, wondering how I should be reacting to the situation at hand.
I opened the door a bit wider and let him in, my eyes following his movements the whole way. And once he’d walked past me I admittedly indulged my eyes as my gaze wandered to his butt. How had I almost forgotten how fun it was to be around him?
He turned back to face me after a moment though, and his sombre facial expression instantly filled me with guilt. I screamed at myself internally to be nice (after all, I saw the match myself on TV) and to not do anything too stupid. Taking the lead, I walked into the lounge, Antoine following me. I scrunched up the blanket on the couch into a little ball and pushed it to one side. I sat down, and Antoine sat down next to me.
“Want to watch anything?” I asked, mostly because I wasn’t sure what else to say, and was reluctant to admit that I’d seen the match myself.
“Is there anything on TV worth watching?” Antoine asked, tiredness creeping into his voice. But I could tell he was trying to sound wide awake. I knew him a little bit too well.
“Probably not” I replied. “I watched your match earlier, by the way.” I’d been trying so hard not to blurt silly things out, but there we go. I guess the effect Antoine has always had on me still hadn’t quite disappeared. I still trusted him, and he had always been easy to talk to. Easy to just be honest with.
“You did?” he asked, sounding genuinely a bit surprised and turning to face me.
I nodded, and gave him a sympathetic glance. I still couldn’t quite believe that he was really here. And it was starting to feel awfully a lot like the last few weeks hadn’t even existed. Like I’d just seen him yesterday. Antoine yawned. Instinctively, I leaned my body towards his. And before I could stop myself I was resting my head on his shoulder.
Nothing had changed at all. He smelled just as good as he always did, and his arm moved up and snaked around my back. It was unbelievably comforting. Much more so than I’d been expecting, to be honest. It just felt good.
I could hear his quiet breathing, in and out, and my tiredness began to take over. It was so difficult to stop myself falling asleep. Luckily I was still awake enough to be able to think through the situation - I’d be leaving Antoine not really knowing what to do if I just let myself sleep. Even though I wanted to.
“I’m so tired” I said quietly. Antoine was so close, I could almost whisper.
“Me too.” He sighed. I could feel his torso move with every breath.
“Hey, you wanna sleep here tonight?” For a moment I winced at my own lack of tact. But honestly it was hard to tell where the boundaries were in that moment. But then again, he did end up at my house really late at night after what had been a bad match for him.
Antoine simply brought his other arm towards me in response and hugged me, snuggling his face into my shoulder. He was just adorable like that sometimes.
“I’ll take that as a yes, then” I said, almost giggling. I could feel him smiling too.
Pairing: Antoine Griezmann/first person narrator of unspecified gender
Summary: This is filling a request I received on tumblr: "grizi fic where he is your ex boyfriend but you meet each other and get back together? pls? 😊"
Word count: 1154
Rating: Teen & up audiences (FRT)
Notes: the first person narrator’s gender remains unspecified throughout the fic. because that’s what I personally like to read and that’s just how I roll. *grizi’s voice* enjoy!
Read on AO3
Read on tumblr (the tumblr theme has a decent layout for reading I promise...)
With a blanket still tucked around me for warmth as the evening drew on, I turned the TV off and lay back down on the sofa. It hadn’t been a good match for Antoine. In fact, I wasn’t even sure why I’d been watching it in the first place. Maybe there just hadn’t been anything better on TV. But I knew that was a poor excuse. I’d watched the entire news programme and the local news afterwards, and even that had finished before I stopped watching.
Atleti had been defeated, and the opposing defenders had been tremendously skilled at filling the spaces Grizi was famous for running into and blocking every attempt he could have had at scoring. Koke tried several times to back Antoine up and help get the ball to him, but it just hadn’t been working. Torres was the only one to get the ball near the goal, but it had been artfully blocked by the goalie at the very last minute. At the end of the match, his painfully frustrated, saddened face had been heart-wrenching to watch. He could almost have been crying, but with all the rain pouring down it was hard to tell.
My mood had sunk to the bottom of the ocean, and I was just falling asleep on the sofa, trying to get the damn match I should never really have watched in the first place out of my head. I closed my eyes and pulled the blanket closer, grateful for its warmth. It was so tempting to just. Fall. Asleep.
My eyes flickered open again when I slowly realised why it was so cold. The window was still open. Ah well, too late to get up again and fix that now. I closed my eyes again, hugging the blanket.
The sound of my doorbell ringing yanked me away from my thoughts. It was almost 11pm. Who the hell would come over at that time of night unannounced?
Reluctantly, I threw the blanket back down the other end of the sofa and moved my tired body to stand up and walk towards the door, or something like that. I stumbled down the hallway towards the doorhandle, and opened the door without a second thought. What I saw behind the door, however, was something I had not been expecting at all.
Antoine was standing on the doorstep, his hair still wet from the relentless rain, and probably a shower too. He looked utterly forlorn and when I looked into his eyes I caught something I could only describe as a longing gaze.
“Hey,” he said softly, and then looked down at his feet.
It took my brain far too long to process what was going on. I hadn’t seen him in over a month. Not since we agreed that it’d be best if we parted ways. Our relationship really hadn’t been working out. I was always busy with my job, and Antoine often went on trips with his football team, and things had just broken down as time went by and we didn’t find the time to see each other all that often.
“I hope you don’t mind… It really wasn’t my game today, and, uh, I wanted to just get away from everything for a while. I took the long route home, and, well, I ended up here” he rambled, somewhat sheepishly.
“Hey, no, it’s okay. Want to come in and get out of the rain?” I offered. I tried to keep my voice sounding as kind as possible, wondering how I should be reacting to the situation at hand.
I opened the door a bit wider and let him in, my eyes following his movements the whole way. And once he’d walked past me I admittedly indulged my eyes as my gaze wandered to his butt. How had I almost forgotten how fun it was to be around him?
He turned back to face me after a moment though, and his sombre facial expression instantly filled me with guilt. I screamed at myself internally to be nice (after all, I saw the match myself on TV) and to not do anything too stupid. Taking the lead, I walked into the lounge, Antoine following me. I scrunched up the blanket on the couch into a little ball and pushed it to one side. I sat down, and Antoine sat down next to me.
“Want to watch anything?” I asked, mostly because I wasn’t sure what else to say, and was reluctant to admit that I’d seen the match myself.
“Is there anything on TV worth watching?” Antoine asked, tiredness creeping into his voice. But I could tell he was trying to sound wide awake. I knew him a little bit too well.
“Probably not” I replied. “I watched your match earlier, by the way.” I’d been trying so hard not to blurt silly things out, but there we go. I guess the effect Antoine has always had on me still hadn’t quite disappeared. I still trusted him, and he had always been easy to talk to. Easy to just be honest with.
“You did?” he asked, sounding genuinely a bit surprised and turning to face me.
I nodded, and gave him a sympathetic glance. I still couldn’t quite believe that he was really here. And it was starting to feel awfully a lot like the last few weeks hadn’t even existed. Like I’d just seen him yesterday. Antoine yawned. Instinctively, I leaned my body towards his. And before I could stop myself I was resting my head on his shoulder.
Nothing had changed at all. He smelled just as good as he always did, and his arm moved up and snaked around my back. It was unbelievably comforting. Much more so than I’d been expecting, to be honest. It just felt good.
I could hear his quiet breathing, in and out, and my tiredness began to take over. It was so difficult to stop myself falling asleep. Luckily I was still awake enough to be able to think through the situation - I’d be leaving Antoine not really knowing what to do if I just let myself sleep. Even though I wanted to.
“I’m so tired” I said quietly. Antoine was so close, I could almost whisper.
“Me too.” He sighed. I could feel his torso move with every breath.
“Hey, you wanna sleep here tonight?” For a moment I winced at my own lack of tact. But honestly it was hard to tell where the boundaries were in that moment. But then again, he did end up at my house really late at night after what had been a bad match for him.
Antoine simply brought his other arm towards me in response and hugged me, snuggling his face into my shoulder. He was just adorable like that sometimes.
“I’ll take that as a yes, then” I said, almost giggling. I could feel him smiling too.