This is my Christmas Imagine for Nix’s 2016 Secret Santa thingy. My main inspiration was the wonderful song No One from Alicia Keys.
Dear @imagine-footballers, this is your Christmas present. Your prompt was Long Term lovers, and I wrote it with Antoine Griezmann. It’s a little long (I kinda got carried away), but I hope you like it.
Merry Christmas to you.
I just want you close Where you can stay forever You can be sure That it will only get better
”Antoine?“, I asked into the silence. I’d gotten so used to waking up in his embrace that the absence of his strong arms was enough to wake me up. The space next to me was empty, but on his pillow was a little piece of paper. I reached for it and unfolded it. Antoine’s barely readable handwriting made me smile, even before I read his message. Buenos días mi amor I’m taking your parents out for lunch and then I’ll have to do some last minute shopping. We’ll all be at home around five thirty. Feliz navidad
That little dork. Ever since my parents had arrived in Madrid to stay with us over the holidays, Antoine was constantly taking them places, almost making me feel like he was their son and I was merely the girlfriend. I would often joke that my parents liked him more than they liked me, something they always confirmed.
My father loved to talk about the English Premier League with Antoine; they always shooed me away when I tried to engage in the conversation, since I was an Arsenal fan, a club they both dispised. My mother simply adored Antoine. She loved to ruffle through his hair as though he was a little kid, she loved to bake for him, she loved to go to his games. But most of all, she loved to hear him speak Spanish, so she could tell me how beautiful it sounded and what a shame it was that I still had my difficulties with “The Language of Affection”, despite having lived in Spain for quite some time now. It was because of her that Antoine had started to say little things in Spanish to me, always teasingly asking if I needed a translator.
A glance to the alarm clock told me that it was already past twelve, so I got out of bed and took a shower. It was Christmas Eve, the sixth Christmas as a couple for Antoine and me, although we’d been together for almost a year more. This New Year’s Eve was going to be our seven years anniversary. Secretly I was hoping that he would propose to me on New Year’s. We were both in our mid-twenties now, and we’d talked about our future often enough. He knew that I wanted a big white wedding, I knew that he wanted to raise a few kids in a quiet neighborhood. He knew exactly what kind of rings I liked, I knew exactly what a hopeless romantic he was.
I decided to take advantage of the fact that neither Antoine nor my parents were here, so when I got out of the shower, I took out their gifts and started wrapping them. For my mother I’d found a complete collection of all Audrey Hepburn movies, and for my father I’d ordered a Chelsea scarf and a Sudoku-book. I’d thought about what to get for Antoine for a long time, until out of sheer luck I’d stumbled over the perfect gift while online shopping. I now was wrapping the vintage Nintendo Game Boy and a bag full of out-of-stock Super Mario and Bugs Bunny games he could play on it.
When I was done wrapping, I took the gifts downstairs to put them unter the Christmas tree. Antoine had surprised me with it. It was a white one, something I’d always wanted to have. He’d even bought classic lights and gold and silver ornaments to put on the tree. As I let my eyes wander over all the decoration, I noticed one ornament that I hadn’t put on there. Taking a closer look I saw that it had a picture on it. 17 year old Antoine and 16 year old Me laughed into the camera, while he was giving me a piggy-back ride and I had my arms slung around him for support. In the background you could see a party going on. The picture had been taken at the New Year’s party of a cousin of Antoine’s.
Our story went way back. We’d been neighbors growing up, and soon we’d become best friends. Antoine joining Real Sociedad when he was fourteen didn’t change that, if possible, our friendship grew even tighter. When I was 17 and he 18, things suddenly felt different. He became extremely interested in any boy I was talking to (not that there were many), and I found myself getting jealous any time he mentioned a girl’s name. We both didn’t really know how to put those feelings into words; he was too shy to say something and I was stubbornly waiting for him to make the first step.
When he came home for Christmas break, we were both awkwardly talking around our feelings. As he told me later, it had taken a long talk with his sister for him to realize that he would have to step up and confess his feelings since I was not going to do it. On New Year’s Eve, he pulled me aside, and we spent our evening on the floor of Antoine’s childhood bedroom, finally talking about everything. We whispered our countdown looking into each other’s eyes, and then we started the year with a kiss, sealing our relationship. We suffered through half a year of long distance relationship, but then I turned 18, finished school and packed my things.
We’d been living together ever since and I couldn’t wait to see what the future would bring. Up until about a year ago, we’d been perfectly happy living together in sin and not changing anything about our relationship status. But we’d both grown older and more mature in our time together and so we started talking about our future. I was probably most surprised when I suddenly found myself finding the idea of marriage appealing. The next surprise was Antoine talking about wanting to have children. But since I was still as stubborn as I’d been as a teenager, I refused to ask when exactly he was intending to propose. So I was just waiting and hoping for a New Year’s Eve proposal.
I let go of the ornament that I was still holding and smiled to myself. Surely my mom had put it on there, since Antoine didn’t touch the tree in fear of me telling him off for disarranging stuff. I like the tree to be exactly as I decorated it. But the ornament was cute, so it could stay, just not in the place my mom put it, as it was making the area look too crowded. I rearranged some other ornaments and then happily looked at my work.
I spent the rest of the day tidying up everything and making my special Mousse au Chocolat for after dinner. Around four thirty, I went upstairs to get ready. The dress I’d picked out for tonight ended just above my knees and was dark purple. I liked it because it subtly enhanced my curves but was still modest enough for dinner with my parents. I did my make-up and curled my long brown hair. Then I made my way downstairs again, thanks to my heels I was now a few inches taller.
Five thirty came and went, but Antoine and parents didn’t show up. Around 5:45 I started to get annoyed. What was so important that they were late to Christmas? I tried to call Antoine but he didn’t pick up, so I tried my mom next. She did pick up, in the background I heard voices. ”Where are you all?“, I snapped. She chuckled. ”Merry Christmas to you too. Antoine is on his way.“ ”Well tell him to hurry up! He said five thirty and nobody’s here!“ My mom laughed. ”Relax, darling, we’ll be with you in a bit. Bye.“ With that, she simply hung up on me and left me alone with my frustration.
At six, I finally heard the car pull up outside. A few seconds later, my parents came inside, both had their arms full with shopping bags. ”Go outside and help Antoine“, advised my mom and guided my dad into the kitchen. I stepped outside into the cold air and made my way to the car. It was locked and dark, but Antoine was standing next to it. Surprised, I noticed that he was wearing a dark suit. ”Were you shopping in that outfit?“, I teasingly asked.
He smiled, as he let his eyes trail over me. ”You are beautiful“, he said and approached me. Thanks to my heels, he was now only about two inches taller than me, so I could easily kiss him. He welcomed my lips gladly and pulled me close. After a much too short time however, he pulled away and smirked at me. ”So“, he said, for some reason very pleased with himself. ”Your Christmas gift this year is a little more complex than just unwrapping a box.“ He handed me a flashlight. ”A journey of clues awaits you and the first one is right here.“ He put held up a simple white envelope.
I stared at him. ”As sweet as this is, it’s freaking cold out here. Can’t we do this inside?“ ”Nope!“, Antoine sang out, clearly enjoying all of this. But then he took of the jacket of his suit and placed it over my shoulders. ”There you go princess. Now get started.“ I rolled my eyes at him but opened the envelope anyways. Inside was a notecard and a photo. I looked at the picture first. It showed Antoine and me as toddlers, sitting in a little kid’s pool, both grinning mischievously.
The note was short, but it warmed my heart. I have to admit, when I was little, I always thought you were some kind of distant sister. Like a cousin, but closer; a beloved relative. So in a way, this makes me a Greek hero. I’m an innocent guy who’s been blessed with amazing looks and a lot of talent, and who ended up dating a relative. But don’t worry, I won’t blind myself and I won’t kill my dad, like some of the Greeks did. I’m trailing off. The next clue is where this picture was taken.
I looked up at Antoine. ”You want me to go all the way back to France?“ He laughed. ”That’s the one thing you take out of this message? What about my good looks? What about the fact that I once thought you were my sister?“ I couldn’t help but laugh as well. ”Do you need an ego-push? Because that’s not gonna happen dearest, we both know that I’m the good-looking one in this relationship. And I refuse to think of you and me as relatives. We’ve had sex way too many times for such a thought to even get into my head.“
”True“, he said. ”Sex in way too many odd places. In some of them I’d like to do it again.“ He winked suggestively. I scoffed. ”If you’re talking about the time in the locker room at the Calderon after the Madrid Derby - forget it. I was so scared the entire time.“ Antoine moved against me so that our bodies were touching. ”That made it exciting! You were so keen to end it as quickly as possible…“ He kissed my neck, a weakness of mine. ”And I was so keen to please you…“ I pushed him gently away. ”And when we left the locker room afterwards, Nando and Koke were outside, waiting for you. And of course they heard us“, I said. Thanks to that, I now had to endure mocking comments every time I met members of the team.
Antoine wanted to say something, but I cut him off, getting colder with the minute. ”Just tell me where to go for the next clue, I’m freezing my ass off out here.“ He rolled his eyes but chuckled. ”Of course, Princess. You don’t have to go all the way to France, it’s in the backyard.“ He took my arm and lead me to the side of the house. ”You may light up your flashlight now.“ ”Anto“, I said, stopping in front of the grass. ”I’m wearing high heels.“ He sighed loudly, then he picked me up into his arms and carried me into the backyard.
The flashlight hit our pool and then something colorful right next to it. Antoine set me down in front of the little kid’s pool that looked exactly like the one I’d had when we were both kids. I looked at him and choked back a laugh, even though I had to admit that all this was cute. ”What?“, he asked, challenging me. I smiled. ”Nothing. This is just…“ I waved my hand aimlessly. ”It’s sweet. And… a little cheesy.“ He laughed. ”Be thankful I’m such a nice, creative boyfriend. Now go ahead and get your clue.“
I playfully hit him with the flashlight, then I examined the little pool closer. Right in the middle was another envelope that I picked up and opened. This time, there was no picture in it, just a notecard. The first time I saw you as a girl rather than as a sister, we were going to our ex-babysitter’s wedding. You were twelve and you wore this light blue dress, your sister had done your hair into a fancy updo. And you looked so beautiful, Anna. So beautiful.
Suddenly I didn’t feel like mocking him anymore. I felt nothing but love for Antoine. ”You remember the color of my dress?“, I asked. He smiled merely and nudged his head so I would read the rest of his message. But at that point, I wasn’t interested in girls yet, at least not in that way. You however were starting to get interested in boys, my darling. Your next clue is at the place where I comforted you after Raphaël Lorien broke your heart.
Raphaël had been my first boyfriend. After three months of dating however, he decided that he’d rather be Claudine Odile’s boyfriend and therefore left me. Antoine comforted me after I’d come home crying. I hid out in the backyard behind the big tree, but he found me. I looked up from the notecard. ”Carry me to the tree?“ ”Sure dearest“, he said, picking me up once again.
The third envelope was hanging from a branch, so I didn’t even have to step down from Antoine’s embrace in order to open it. I was so frustrated when you told me about your amazing first kiss. But still I didn’t realize that everything I looked for in a woman I could find with you. I didn’t realize I was jealous. To be honest, I was quite an idiot when it came to us two. To feelings in general, actually. I had to stop reading. I looked up at Antoine, his blue eyes held a slightly embarrassed expression. Without hesitating, I kissed him firmly, but let go before he responded to the kiss. ”You’re not an idiot. You’re amazing“, I assured, before I continued reading.
There’s one more clue hidden outside, then you can go back into the warmth. It’s at the place where we had sex the day we moved into this house. I glared at Antoine. ”Griezmann! How am I supposed to Instagram the cute stuff you did if you write stuff like this on a notecard?!“ He teasingly kissed me on the corner of my mouth. ”Just tell me where to carry you, sweetheart. You’re getting heavy.“ I rolled my eyes. ”The canopy swing.“ He smirked the whole time he was carrying me over to the swing, undoubtedly remembering our moving day, when he slept with me on that swing, after all our helpers had left.
Antoine carefully placed me down on the swing, where another envelope was waiting for me. By this time, you’re probably wondering what all this is about. The truth is, I needed something to keep you out of the house so that your parents could prepare everything inside, where your gift awaits. I glanced up to the windows. I hadn’t noticed that the curtains were drawn shut to hide the living room from my eyes. So yeah, you can go inside now, to the place where the ornament with our picture on it is. I’m pretty sure you already spotted it this afternoon. I love you, Querida.
I smiled up at my boyfriend. ”I love you too“, I whispered, before I got up and took the hand he held out for me. Together we walked over to the back door. Antoine knocked and my mom let us in. It was cozy and warm inside, so I took Antoine’s jacket off and gave it back to him. Music was playing, and I immediately recognized the voice of Alicia Keys, one of my favorite singers. Then I saw what my parents had been preparing. Through the room, multiple strings were hung up, and on them hung photos. Photos of me as a little girl, photos of little Antoine playing football, photos of us together as children, couple photos, rows and rows of photos.
I went closer and looked at them, my mouth slightly open. So many memories. I didn’t see my parents leave the room, and I didn’t see Antoine take the ornament with our picture on it from the tree. Only when he softly tapped me on my shoulder did I turn around and saw him standing there with the ornament in his hand. ”That was our last New Year’s Eve as friends.“ He spoke in a different tone, his voice lower and more sincere. ”You are everything to me. You’ve always been everything. A sister, a friend, a source of comfort, a buddy, an object of desire, a love interest, a girlfriend, a roommate, a partner in crime, the love of my life.“
I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling my eyes get wet. ”Antoine…“, I whispered, but he just chuckled and held up a finger in order for me to be quiet. ”I knew you were going to interrupt me and I planned an exact time where you can speak. But for now, let it be my turn.“ He cleared his throat and went on. ”I’ve known you since the day your parents brought you home from the hospital the day after you were born. And I am proud to say that I probably know you better than any other person. Through everything, we always had each other. And I am so thankful that I can stand here and look at the woman I love, the woman I’ve loved for 24 years. And I am so blessed that I’m so young but I already found the courage to be with the one person I want to spend the rest of my life with. I found the courage almost seven years ago. And we are so young, and there’s so much more to come. I want to raise children with you, I want to see your features in their faces, I want to see you as a mother, I want us to be parents. I want to live our future.“
I was silently crying at this point. Antoine smiled at me, his eyes a little wet too. ”You can say something now“, he said. I managed a shaky little laugh, my head spinning from all the things he just said to me. ”I… Gosh where do I begin.“ I wiped a few tears from my cheeks. ”When I was a teenager, I would always read those romance novels that you considered Chick-Flicks, and then I would dream of having a boyfriend like those girls in the books did; a prince, a knight in shiny armor. And I tried finding one, but not all frogs turn into princes when you kiss them. I tried to grow up, to lose the fantasy of finding a prince. But I did find my prince. And it was so much better than I’d hoped it would be. I’ve got you! You, the guy who rolls his eyes but still pulls me closer and comforts me when I cry during movie scenes. The guy who first laughs at me but then makes a hot bath when I’m spread out in the weirdest positions trying to ease my period cramps. The guy who says my wishes are basic but still buys me the white Christmas tree I really wanted to have. You are my prince, Antoine. And I want our future too. I want to see your face when I walk towards you in a white dress, I want to feel you kiss my belly when I’m carrying our child, I want us to grow old together. I love you so much.“
”I love you too, my dearest“, Antoine said, and he carefully wiped away my tears. ”That’s why you can open your gift now. It’s in the ornament.“ He handed it to me. I smiled briefly at the picture, then I opened the ornament. Inside, bedded in cotton wool, was a stunningly beautiful ring, gleaming faintly in the light. I stared at it for a few seconds, then I realized what this meant. I looked back to Antoine, who’d gotten on his knees in front of me. Actually, on one knee.
”I already said everything I wanted to say, but this: I promise to do everything to make you happy. I want to be with you for every day for the rest of my life. So now there’s only one question left, right?“ He smiled at me, my heart fluttering painfully happily in my chest. Antoine drew a deep breath, before he asked me the question I knew was to come, and that I wanted him to ask more than anything else in the world. ”Anna Geneviève Verneuil, will you marry me?“ ”Yes, yes, a thousand times yes“, I blurted out as soon as he finished. Antoine’s face lit up with joy. He got up and took the ring out of the ornament to put in on my finger. ”Thank you“, he whispered tenderly. ”Anytime“, I smiled, then I cupped his face and kissed him fiercely.
I hadn’t noticed my parents watching us through the almost closed kitchen door throughout the entire proposal, occasionally taking pictures. I heard them applaud and jubilate now, but I didn’t stop kissing Antoine, my fiancé. As he wrapped his arms all the way around my body, my head seemed to spin around around from too much love. And I started wondering: How lucky can one person get?
No one, no one, no one Can get in the way of what I’m feeling No one, no one, no one Can get in the way of what I feel for you
It had been a steady 10 minutes of swiping and she was beginning to swipe left without thinking. He’s too short, his pictures are all group shots… which one are you? He’s got a kid, who are all the girls in his pictures? He hikes, he bikes, he climbs, he dives, why is every guy suddenly outdoorsy?
All Caroline wanted was a cute guy who wanted to see a movie or get coffee, not jump out of a plane or do extreme sports. She was definitely not an outdoors person, so naturally shied away from those, plus the guys who were “looking for a gym partner”. She hated the gym. She was more of a Netflix and pizza type of girl and wasn’t planning on changing that any time soon.
Swipe. Swipe. Swi…
Her eyes lit up as they focused in on the next picture. She liked what she saw: dirty blonde hair, short sexy facial hair, and full kissable lips.
British. I don’t have children or flatmates. Take a chance, get to know me ;)
“There’s a whole world out there waiting for you, great cities and art and music, genuine beauty, and you can have all of it.” - anonymous
She bit her lip trying to imagine what his accent sounded like. Immediately she swiped right, hoping they would match. She’d worked hard on her profile, making sure to include a headshot, a full body shot, a goofy happy picture, and a sexy come-hither shot to round it out.
Public Relations major, girly girl, former Miss Mystic Falls, former head cheerleader. If you’re looking for your next side chick just keep swiping.
soak some raw cashews. put some soy/almond/rice/coconut/whatevermilk with some sugar and lots of cacao powder to a boil. add the cashews and boil boil boil simmer simmer. until it’s really thick. wait for it to cool down a little and blend blend blend and voila you have the most awesome vegan mousse au chocolat or chocolate mousse or whatever u wanna call it. and I guess if you freeze it you’ll have killer ice cream. and if u make it really thick it’s basically chocolate? you’re welcome
night i made dinner for the people who helped me with my move 📦 as a
main dish i made vegan chili sin carne with baguette and tortilla chips
and for dessert i made this vegan mousse au chocolate and, hands down,
it turned out SO!!!! good 😱😱😱the consistense was perfect and i’m
really happy with the result 😍 going to share the recipe soon!
Enjolras - started his cooking career very seriously at 3am on youtube after having eaten nothing but instant ramen for full two weeks, three meals a day - can’t improvise or cook without a recipe for the love of god, but can now prepare a complete fancy three-course meal, thank you very much - has a personalised apron reading “democratically elected cooking representative”
Combeferre - can make pasta - that’s it - no really, he’s a great sous-chef to Enjolras or Courf, but don’t let him near the oven alone - once took full 30 min to realise he’d forgotten to switch the plate on - gives great advice though
Bahorel - literally eats ALL the cheese before he finishes any dish - fancy-ass soups and desserts are his speciality - uses a lot of asparagus??? - also his dishes are too spicy for his own good more often than not - performs complete musicals in the kitchen, dancing included
Grantaire - puts everything he finds in the fridge in a pan for 30 min and it always turns out delicious??? - when he cooks for someone else he introduces the dish as “anyways, here’s some [random ingredient] shit” - adds beer to mousse au chocolat???
Bossuet - tries to add chocolate to everything - sometimes it works out fine - emphasis on “sometimes” - loves all sorts of international food
Joly - made an A+ chef’s hat for Bossuet - compliments all of his friends’ cooking all the time, especially Bossuet’s experiments - more of a “you’ll cook, I’ll clean the kitchen” type of guy
Courfeyrac - no matter who he cooks for they always feel wooed by him - no really it’s inevitable - literally such a show-off it’s not funny anymore - except that it is because it’s not even intentional
Feuilly - turns everything into a casserole - literally - made a pizza casserole once - defensive about casseroles in general, melted cheese reported a huge plus
Gavroche - adds nachos to everything??? - once put fries on a pizza??? - loves Grantaire’s food so much everyone is low-key jealous
Jehan - once took a photoshoot with chicken bones - buys weird ingredients (rose petals, football-shaped nonpareils) and builds a whole meal around them - takes 80% of recipes from a literature cook book
i have problems with shaving my pubic hair, because my skin is never really smooth afterwards, there is always hair left.. and my boyfriend refuses to go down on me because of that, do you have any tips?
Yeah, dump your boyfriend. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t shave his fucking pubes and I’m pretty sure you still suck his cock whenever he asks for it, so who the fuck does he think he is to refuse going down on his girlfriend just because she has a few stubbles left of her natural body hair? You will most likely never get completely smooth skin if you shave and that’s just fine, it’s an area that is hard to shave and when your skin isn’t used to it, there’ll remain sore spots and stubbles most of the time. You can try shaving cream and do it sitting down if that helps, but a super smooth result is very unlikely. But that’s not bad and not abnormal. So what is wrong with this boy? Does he expect you to have a hairless porn star pussy? Is he 14? Did he miss biology class? If he wants something smooth to eat give him a pot of mousse au chocolat and tell him he can put his dick in it next time he wants a blowjob too.
Yesterday my mom, her boyfriend and I made a really german meal for christmas eve and it just turned out SO GOOD 😍 lupine Steak with homemade potatoe dumplings and a super good and creamy mushroom sauce with a side salad 👌 for dessert we had vegan mousse au chocolat 🍫