Football Imagines

Benjamin Pavard

You were in the kitchen, making yourself a bowl of cereal. It was late on a Saturday night, your roommates all went out for the night since it was a three-day weekend but you wanted to stay home. There was something weird about going to parties without Ben. He always said it was fine, but you would rather just got to his place and watch movies if he had a game the next day. Neither of you were up for going out very often anyway.

You flipped through a magazine that someone had left on the kitchen table, thankful it wasn't a political magazine. This was one of the rare weekends you didn't have to study on a Saturday night. You were reading an article about why it's great to be in love. You're only 22, you have the rest of your life to be in love. You flipped through a few more pages wondering why people read these magazines. You've always been more of a sports illustrated or time magazine kind of person.

You turned on the TV across the room, wondering if anything good was on at this hour. There were some Olympics highlights on and you stayed on the channel. They were showing major things that had happened yesterday. It was mainly about England losing to Croatia. As horrible as it was to see the boys sad, your face lit up when you saw the replays of all the goals scored in the game that would decide who could get bronze medal, remembering how you felt when Ben scored the second goal.

After a while you got bored with the highlights, you weren't all that interested in the summer olympics except for hockey. You flipped through the channel before finding a episode of Grey's Anatomy. The door opened and someone threw a bag on the ground, you didn't think anything about it until an all too familiar face showed up in the doorway.

"Ben!" You yelled as you ran to him, jumping into his arms, "I didn't expect to see you until tomorrow."

He kissed you, not breaking away for a few minutes. "I missed you so much. I brought something back from Rio." Ben let you go and lead you over to his bags, "lose your yes." He said as he dug through the backpack he always seems to have with him. He grabbed someone out of his bag, "You can open now."

He was holding a beautiful snow globe, one with the statue of God that is in Rio. "This is beautiful. Thank you." You told him.

You both walked to your bedroom, finding a lace with a few of the other snow globes you had sitting at the foot of your bed.

"You did amazing, Ben. I with I could've seen it in person."

"Maybe next time." He said, grabbing your hand and kissing your temple. You're both 22. You never really thought about you two lasting that long, but the more you did, the more realistic it sounded.

"Yeah. We'll celebrate tomorrow."

Ben smiled before saying, "I thought we could celebrate tonight..." He kissed your next softly before climbing on top of you, playing with the hem of your shirt.

If only this was how you celebrated even win his team had.