Football Imagines!

Alexis Sánchez

"I am not good at this at all!!" I practically scream at the top of my lungs, cut off by my laughter blended in with my boyfriends at the same time.
"You'll get the hang of it, I promise!" Alexis yells in response, hardly able to control his chuckles, holding his arm out so that I can hold onto him for balance. I was slipping and sliding all over the ice, off to the side of the public ice skating rink, holding onto the railing.
The street was decorated nicely, with glowing light twinkling all around me in blurs of colour, strung across every building, every window, every planted tree. The air was layered and gelid, but I was bundled in Alexis heavy coat, which I had grabbed from his house when he surprised me with "date night" for Christmas Eve Eve.
"I have already fallen on my ass three times," I point out, my hand snaking all the way around his upper back until my fingers were on the back of his freezing cold neck.
"Well, three is enough. Three is enough."
"It's not fair that you played football for, like, 50 years." I over exaggerate.
"Not really 50 years but you're dad is a football coach so you should have a balance when you used to play." Alexis states plainly, pressing his lips together. "And you've played with me before, so it's not like you're inexperienced."
"If I remember correctly, that--"
"Shit, I know, whoops. That didn't go well, did it? Just come on, keep holding onto me, we're gonna get out to the middle."
"Please don't make me do it," I whine. "I'm gonna fall again!"
"Don't let go of me," he smiles. "If you fall, I'll go down with you, sweetie."
I pause, looking up at him and meeting his eyes, trying not to laugh again.
"You are so cute," I say with a giggle.
He grabs my hands, pulling me out towards the middle of the ginormous rink, dodging all of the other people skating around me.
He was a lot faster than me, slipping over the ice with such ease, I felt immediately jealous.
I let go for just a second, keeping my legs straight as I drift behind him, my arms wrapping around his waist as my chest pressed to his back.
He reaches down to my hands, humming slightly as he places his own over mine, rubbing circles, keeping them warm.
He skates, and I just hold tightly to his body, being pulled like a dog on a leash.
I go out to the middle of the rink, where I was pretty much alone, just the two of us, since everyone else was skating in circle around me.
Still keeping a firm grip on my hands, he slowly unwraps them from my body, letting go of one as he makes an attempt to pull me around to face him.
But, his attempt fails, and with a last minute scream and a trip of my feet, I ended up, for the fourth time, laying flat on the ice.
He looks down at me smirking.
"Ah," he says, "I like a girl on the bottom."
"You're so disgusting," I laugh, pulling my feet towards my stomach trying to sand up without his help, which made me look like a fish flopping around on land.
He outstretches his right hand, lowering it so that I can grab onto it and he could help me up. But instead, I grab his hand and yank him down with me, his figure flying towards me suddenly as he goes down stomach-first.
"Ellie!" He squels, before he suddenly smack down onto the ice with me.
My butt was freezing off, but it didn't matter, since I got to witness Alexis wriggling around like a worm trying to sit up straight. I couldn't stop laughing.
"Stop!" I scream. "My lungs are going to burst!!"
"I hope they do, you pricky shithead."
"Love you too," I manage through fits of laughter.
He laughs back, his body so close to mine that his visible breath was right beside my face, slightly heating me. As he was laughing still, in the middle of the rink with almost everyone staring at us, he looks up at me and mumbles, "be my wife."
I freeze. I already felt frozen, due to the extreme outdoor weather and the fact that I was literally sitting on ice, but my whole body clammed up, and my jaw dropped quickly.
"Wait, w-what did you say?"
He stops laughing, too, but his smile remains. He doesn't even hesitate.
"Be my wife," he repeats. "I wanna do this every year for the rest of my life, so even though this is not how I planned it, please tell me you want that too."
I couldn't even respond. I was still replaying everything he just said in my mind, trying to figure out if he was kidding or not. It was unbelievably sudden, so sudden that it could have been for naught, it could've been a joke, it could've been my mind playing tricks on me.
He keeps his gaze on me, his hands still holding mine, which I desperately wanted to bring towards me and rub together, fiddle with my fingers, bite my nails, find some sort of nervous distraction. But I couldn't move.
"Ellie," he says slowly, his voice quiet. "...Will you please marry me?"
My shock fades away soon, his anxious face wishing for an answer.
I blink twice. "Well... Since you begged."
He smiles the biggest smile in the world, which I didn't get to see for much longer because he immediately presses his fingers into the small of my back , drawing me towards him and crashing his lips to mine effortlessly, his smile still there, not disappearing for the rest of the night.
I knew for sure that no matter how many Christmases there were to come, this one would be one that I remember.

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