#raphael varane imagine

[pavardscherie]

hiii darlingg, can you write for raphael varane + the tiktok lipstick trend?? thankyou so so so much 💋💋

kisses all over you, raphael varane

⤷ pairing: raphael varane & female reader ⤷ summary: the tik tok lipstick trend with your boyfriend raphael.

⤷ izzy talks.

gotta admit, i'm so happy about all the requests about different players. sure, nothing tops benji, but I'm just really thankful you like the writing so much that you're requesting!

⤷ requests are open.

the strawberry-pink color blemished the left side of raphael's face. your delicate palm placed against his right cheek, holding him in place while your lips traveled over his forehead. stains of your lipstick left all over his beautiful, honey skin. the bright pink you chose, proved to be the perfect contrast to his natural tone.

a deep wine red would have vanished too quickly, and if you convinced yourself to post the created video, you wanted it to be perfect. at least, raphael needed to be covered in your choice of lipstick completely. "so, this is really necessary?" he questioned your process when you turned his head to the left to place more kisses all over the span of his right cheek.

"yes, it's what this trend is about. showing of my boyfriend, who's covered in my favorite lipstick." you commented between the gentle kisses, traveling down the side of his face until reaching his sharp jaw. "that's not your favorite one. you mostly wear the ruby one." you leaned back slightly, glancing upwards at your boyfriend. he had a single, bushy eyebrow raised at you, stating his observations over the past two years.

"you're so damn attentive." you chuckled, letting your hand slip from his face to admire your work of art. kisses covered most parts of his face, the forehead, the chin, and the spans of his cheek. the clear complexion blemished by the strawberry-pink stains, but it fit perfectly. "so, why not use the red one?"

"it's a dark shade, babe. i needed something bright for your beautiful, honey skin." you turned away from him with a smile, walking towards the table where your phone already waited for the recording session. the camera was open, and the sound was selected. "so, I'm just going to swoop into the video with my arm, to wipe away the little bit of pink, you'll overdraw with purpose?" raphael stalked after you, calling back the instructions you gave him before starting to cover him in strawberry pink.

if any of his teammates would have a chance to see him at this exact moment, the flashing light for pictures would never rest. he would be the greatest example to bring up the mood in the changing rooms. "yes. just use your thumb to wipe it off, and i will turn the camera to you with a smile." you glanced over your shoulders, taking in the image of your boyfriend who towered over you from behind. arms crossed over the chest, he burned the instructions into the back of his mind to remember what to do.

you did not think that raphael would accept the offer of being a guest in on of your tik tok's. most of the time, you did not post a video. it was the application you opened when you laid in bed, raphael already snoring softly from beside you but you could not find a peaceful sleep yet. so, scrolling through the comedic section of tik tok helped a lot until this trend covered the entire for you page and raised your interest in recreating it.

he did not understand why you wanted it to be perfect, he admired the little, unprepared videos in his camera roll. moments, he filmed when you had one of the worst fit of laughter, and rolled over the soft charcoal carpet in the living room. or finding you in the stands after a game, cheering for him in his jersey and he had the opportunity to capture the moment with his phone. but, if you wanted to do this little trend, like you called it, he wouldn't deny you the wish.

after all, raphael could never deny you anything.

"are you ready?" you asked over the shoulder, already holding the phone in your hands and the arms outstretched. raphael nodded, taking the place beside you but not standing in the picture yet. with a wide smile, you hit the record button and started to add another layer of strawberry-pink lipstick before drawing over your lips on purpose.

glancing to the side, raphael's arm appeared in the video, and the rough pad of his thumb wiped away the stain underneath your bottom lip. you relaxed under the smallest of his touches, closing the lids for merely a second as a gentle smile tugged on the corners of your mouth. when you opened your eyes, the video was almost over, and you quickly turned the camera towards the waiting raphael. he smiled widely, turning the face from left to right to present the kisses you left.

as the recording phase ended, you watched the rewind of the video, playing over and over again. "you almost ruined it there, babe." raphael commented, looking over your shoulder. his calloused finger pointed at the moment where your lids fell close, and you bathed in his gentleness. you snorted, not wanting to admit that recreating the video again could have been totally your fault.

raphael leaned down, his breath fanning over your neck and his chin placed on the space between shoulder and collarbone. "i'm glad, your body still has the same reaction to my touch." the football player whispered, pressing a featherlight kiss with his soft lips against the side of your throat.

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[pensat-i-fet]

Lucky 19 (Raphael Varane x Reader)

**I was very excited when I got the request to write for my second favourite Frenchie. So much so, that I wanted to add some French too 😅 I used to be better at it so if I got anything wrong, don’t hate me 🤗 Anyways, enjoy! I had a blast writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it too ❤️**

Word count: 2688

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"Hello, bonjour! You're going to have another Frenchie with you on the team soon", says Alessia when she sits next to me at breakfast.

"What do you mean? Who are we signing?"

"Well, not us as in our team. But like, United".

"Can you speak simple English? It's too early for riddles".

"The men's team is signing Varane".

I almost choke on the apple I'm eating.

"They are what?"

"Why do you look so terrified? Do you not like him?"

That's not exactly the problem. "I just didn't see that coming. Huge singing, though".

Alessia nods and starts to eat. But I can only think about Rapha being here…in Manchester. In Carrington. Especially after what happened the last time we met. And also the previous one. And the one before that…

                                **

A couple of days later, we are at Old Trafford for the first match of the season. United vs Leeds. Should be fun.

But before the match starts, I notice a lot of commotion near the tunnel.

"What's going on?"

"Oh, you know. Varane is going to say hi to the fans. He'll come here after he's done", says Katie.

Why am I the last one to find out about everything? Oh right, because he hasn't answered any of my calls or texts.

When Rapha goes out to the pitch, he's holding his new shirt. Number 19, like me.

The whole event gives me an excuse to stare at him. God, he looks so good. That suit he's wearing looks perfect on him. And his smile…I need to stop. That's what got me in trouble before.

"He's so hot", I hear one of my teammates say.

"Who said that?", my tone is harsher than I meant.

"Me?", says Ella, scared by my question.

"No, I didn't mean you. I thought I heard someone insulting us. Don't mind me. English is still hard to understand for me".

English isn't hard to understand for me, and they know it. But they allow me to use it as an excuse.

"I'm going to the toilet before the match starts".

I need to splash some cold water on my face. I can't spend my days acting like this because he's here now.

"Salut, ma belle" (hello, my beautiful).

"You don't answer any of my messages for days and now you come here and call me pretty names? Not very nice, is it?"

"I didn't want to talk to you on the phone but in person".

"Why?", I say, noticing I'm moving closer to him. Damn it! It's like he has a magnet.

"Because I love seeing the way you blush whenever we are together. You're adorable".

"I'm going back with my friends".

"Mon ange, sit with me" (my angel).

"They don't know we know each other, Rapha".

"Who cares? We are both French. It makes sense that I want to be with someone who speaks my language".

I try to go back to my seat because I don't trust myself near him. But he's not a quitter. I soon notice my arm being grabbed by one of his big hands and he moves me to a corner where no one can see us.

"I've missed you, ma belle".

"I haven't".

He nods, laughing and leaning down to kiss me. And of course, I offer no resistance and kiss him back immediately.

"I like it when you don't miss me", he smiles, pressing his forehead against mine.

"It's that stupid suit you're wearing".

"Do you like it?"

I nod, hypnotized by his eyes staring into mine.

"I might let you take it off me later…if you're a good girl".

I roll my eyes and follow him, noticing he's going the wrong way. So I’m now the one that takes his arm and leads him to our seats.

When we get back to my teammates, I introduce them to Rapha.

"So you knew each other?", asks Leah, raising an eyebrow.

"We've seen each other a few times at the French Federation".

He nods, smiling at all of them.

The match is fun. Six goals and the fans are incredibly loud the whole time. It's one of the biggest rivalries in England and it shows.

But for me, the match is also a big challenge. Rapha can't stop leaning to whisper in my ear. I tell Katie we are just chatting about the match, but we aren't.

"Can you stop? This isn't the place".

So he stops…only to start pressing his leg against mine. To anyone, he's just a typical man thinking his legs being spread takes priority over everyone else's comfort, but I know him. He's doing it on purpose because I'm wearing very short shorts. So I can feel the fabric of his trousers on my skin, bringing back so many memories.

"Arrêt!" (stop!)

"Je veux pas" (I don’t want to).

Our little stare contest is interrupted by the referee signalling the end of the match and we both get up to clap the team.

"Come home with me tonight, please", he whispers in my ear. And I can't say no. He knows I can’t say no to him.

                               **

I wake up when I feel strong arms around my waist, pulling me closer to the body next to mine.

"Bonjour", he says while kissing my neck.

I just close my eyes and enjoy the moment, leaning back, closer to him.

"What do you say to breakfast in bed?"

It's not the first time he offers that but it's the first I accept.

"Sure. I can help you make it".

"No, you stay here. I'll be right back".

When he's gone, I get up to go to the bathroom and pick up one of his shirts to wear. I don't even know where mine is.

Soon, he opens the door again, tray in hand.

"Is that just for me?"

"Yes, I'll just have coffee now and I'll eat at Carrington. I have training in an hour and a half. You?"

"Same".

"I can drive you there", he offers.

"I need to get back home and pick up my things. And it'll get people talking if we arrive there together".

He only nods and takes his coffee again to have a couple of sips.

"Do you want more fruit?"

Ever since I was a kid, I've always had dessert before the main food.

"No, I'm good. Maybe when I'm done with the omelette".

So I start eating but when I'm about to put the third piece of food in my mouth, he speaks again.

"You didn't ask me why I signed for United".

"Why did you?"

"Well, I wanted a new challenge and to play in a new league. But I had no idea where to go and then United called me".

"Not surprised they jumped at the chance to sign you, really".

"And I said yes before they even said more about their offer".

I notice his eyes on me and turn to look at him.

"Why?"

"Because you are here".

I drop the fork, startling myself with the noise.

"Sorry".

But when I look at him again, he's just smiling.

"I never wanted us to just have a casual sex type of relationship but the distance didn't make anything else possible. Now…we are in the same city".

I nod, not knowing what else to say. It's true that it never really felt like just that. I mean, we do text a lot and care about each other's lives and careers. That's why it hurt so much to see he didn't even tell me about coming to United.

"What are you trying to say, Rapha?"

"That I want us to be a real couple, ma chérie. But if you just want something casual…I guess I can try but I can't lie and pretend I'm happy with that" (my darling).

I move the tray to the floor, so I don't knock it with my legs when I move. And then I sit on his lap.

"I want us to be a real couple too".

"You do?"

I nod and lean down to kiss him. I have dreamt of this moment more times than I'll admit.

"But let's keep it private for a while, ok? Our teammates can be really annoying".

"I can do that…even if it'll be hard to keep my hands to myself when I see you around Carrington".

“Well, you don’t have to keep them to yourself when it’s just the two of us”.

                                  **

I somehow manage to concentrate enough on training. My head is definitely somewhere else. But not too far because the men train on the pitch next to ours.

"Can you come with us for a second?"

"Me? Sure".

I would rather go to the shower but I follow the lady who came to pick me up. And when I get to the pitch she's leading me to, I see Rapha is there too. Did they already find out about us?

"Why are we here?", I ask him.

"Relax. They just want a photo of their two French number 19 together".

"Oh".

He laughs at my worried face. I mean, it's not as if it's forbidden for us to be together but I don't want to have to give explanations to my employers about my love life.

"Ok, hold your shirts and smile".

We do and the photographer takes a few photos.

"Perfect", he says. And we move to go back to the dressing room. We're both sweaty from our training.

Rapha lets me walk in front of him and when we get to the door, he places his hand on the small of my back. He removes it quickly realising how that might look.

"We're not even going to make it past day 1 without people knowing".

                               **

"We were always trying to get you to hang out with us more but you always found excuses. What changed?", asks me Paul while we are having food in the canteen. It's true that I'm spending more time with my fellow countrymen now but he's exaggerating.

"I ate here with you two plenty of times. And we've been to so many parties together. Don't make up stories".

"Not as many times as you do now…".

"I think she likes Rapha better than she likes us", adds Tony.

I just shake my head. Even if they are right.

"Can you blame her?", asks them Rapha, making us all laugh.

He also puts his hand under the table to stop my leg from bouncing like it does whenever I'm nervous.

"So, should we have the party this week or the next? I need to know when to invite people".

"I don't know, Tony. Both dates work for me", I say. I love his parties.

"Invite some cute boys, we need to find her a boyfriend", laughs Paul. And I can notice Rapha's hand stops caressing my thigh when he hears that.

"I already have one", I say, making them overreact.

"Since when? Who? We need to give him our approval".

"I'm pretty sure you'll love him. But he's not ready to meet you guys yet. He's a bit shy".

"I'm sure he's a great guy", says Rapha trying not to laugh.

"So many hearts will be broken in the national team after this news".

Paul is always talking about all the players from our country that, according to him, fancy me so I'm not surprised by his comment.

"Yeah, well. They'll have to deal with it", says Rapha, and the little hint of jealousy I can detect makes me smirk.

After lunch, we all go back to pick up our things to leave. Rapha and I are using the excuse of us living close to one another to drive together. Also, he's still not used to the city and driving on the left so I've offered to help him. Very selfless of me.

Without warning, he pulls me to the side when he finds a little corner where we can hide and he starts to kiss me.

"Someone could see us".

"They won't", he says, before kissing me again.

"Are you jealous of the attention I get from other players on the national team?", I tease.

"Don't…".

"I didn't know you could get so possessive and jealous. Who's the one that you hate the most right now, then?"

"If you don't stop that", he says, while still kissing my neck, "I'll go on the WhatsApp group right now to tell them about us".

But that only makes me laugh…and I'm not the only one laughing.

I push him away from me when I hear a familiar laugh and steps coming closer.

"What are you two doing here?", asks Alessia while Ella looks at us suspiciously.

"Finding good WiFi", I say, realising I still have my phone in my hand. "I need to send a message but it won't go through".

"And you need help for that?", asks Ella, pointing at Rapha.

He thankfully reacts quickly by grabbing my phone and moving it higher.

"We're trying different heights to see if it works".

"Is this a French thing or is it just you being weird?", asks Alessia.

"Definitely a them thing", says Ella, still staring at us.

My mum saves the day by sending me a random text that makes my phone ping.

"We got it. See you tomorrow, ladies".

                                **

“Why is everyone obsessed with pairing you two together all the time?”, asks Paul when we tell him we have to do an interview for the French TV after lunch.

“We play in the same position”, I say, while Rapha says “we’re really good-looking”.

“She has a boyfriend, Rapha. Back off”.

He lifts his hands, claiming innocence, and I can only laugh.

After lunch, I go to the dressing room quickly to make sure I look ok. And when I get out, he’s waiting for me.

“Ready?”

“I guess. I’m not really in the mood and my hair looks awful”.

“Come here”, he says, opening his arms.

“Rapha…”.

“Just a friendly pre-interview hug”.

Well, that sounds good. So I hug him and before we separate, he kisses my head.

“You look perfect”.

Everyone is waiting for us and only 5 minutes later, we start the interview.

“I’m guessing it’s pretty helpful to have some French players here who can help you adapt to the new country and team”, asks the reporter.

"Yeah, she definitely helped me a lot when I got here. Her, Paul, and Anthony, of course".

"That's nice. French union in Manchester".

I laugh.

"You both play in the same position. What do you admire the most from each other's style of play?”

We both start to answer at the same time.

"You go first", I say.

"No, you go, ma chérie".

When I hear him, I try not to react to it but can see the presenter staring at us. A bit weird for a colleague and friend to call me that.

"Well, your ball distribution for sure".

“I would say your tackles”, he says, still shocked by the way he messed up. “I would be sent off if I tried to tackle like that, but you do it in a smarter way”.

The reporter continues to ask football questions mostly and I’m worried he’ll use Rapha’s slip to ask something else but he’s a big professional and doesn’t do it.

“Thank you for the interview, guys. I’m sorry it was live or we could have cut that part, you know?”

“It’s fine”, I say. Because it is. We couldn’t keep it a secret forever so who cares? Now people know.

I go join Rapha who is looking at me with his best “I’m sorry" face.

“Don’t worry. It could have happened to me too. And people were going to find out eventually”.

“You sure you don’t mind?”

“I don't”, I say, smiling at him. But before I have time to kiss him, a voice startles us.

"I knew it!", yells Ella. "And it's been confirmed by the French people of Twitter because I obviously have no idea what you two were saying in that video".

“Ok, detective Tooney. Great job!”

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[swayziiwriter]

Handprints | Raphaël Varane

summary: some said jealousy was a disease, but if jealousy had Raphaël leaving handprints all over your body? you were willing to catch it.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

Raphael ran his palm against your flushed back before landing another harsh slap to your ass. You body jolted slightly, the area becoming red with his handprints as he continued to massage the soft skin.You let out a small moan as he slipped a finger into your juicy pussy, aching to be around his cock.

You were a mess, hair down and messy, your evening gown discarded of a while before. Raphael wasn't stopping any time soon with his punishments. And as twisted as it sounded, you didn't want him to stop. It started off all so innocent, you were at a charity banquet when you ran into an old friend, Nick. You were simply catching up on the past years of your life until Raphael came to your side, insisting that you come with him immediately.

"Oh he was not!" You continued raising your voice. "Please y/n don't take me as a fool, he wanted to fuck you right there" Raphael escalated. "We were just catching up for fucks sake" you yelled, causing the room to go silent as Raphael stopped spewing out returning arguments.

Raphael was the jealous type. While some would find it insufferable, you found it to be one of his best qualities. His jealousy towards any man that came just a bit too close to you was extremely hot. You had made Raphael aware of these feelings, letting him have his way with you in return for getting him so riled up. He was rough, just how you liked it.

Your breathing was uneven, your body becoming sore from the marks left on your ass. Your face was burning, cheeks hot as Raphael brought a hand to your throat from behind you. He was moving you into dogsy position, just how you liked it.

His grip on your neck as firm, only bringing you pleasure as he snaked his free hand down to your hip bringing you closer to his body. His hard cock was sprung against your ass, twitching slightly as precum covered the tip.

"Your ass is gonna be different shades of red by the time I'm done with you" Raphael cooed, his raspy voice sending shivers down your entire naked body. Your hands clung to the pillows at the top of the bed as you positioned your body to be as straight as possible, arching your back slightly. "Fuck me Raph, make me yours" you taunted, testing the limits.

Raphael let out a dry chuckle before thrusting into your harshly, shutting you up swiftly. You let a pornographic moan, shutting your eyes as Raphael built up his pace. His back shots were all consuming, you were whining under him begging for more. He filled you to the brim, making sure you were taking everything he was giving. Raphael drilled his cock into your pussy mercilessly. Your satisfied moans and screams were vindication enough for him.

Everything about sex with him was hot. The way his cock deliciously filled you was irreplaceable. No man could have you falling apart at their mercy like he had you. He could've asked you for anything right now and you would've said yes he was fucking you so good. Every back shot bringing you closer to letting go all over his cock. Raphael kept his grip on your neck, tightening with even harder thrust. "So fucking tight, all for me" Raphael groaned, bringing his hand from your waist to slap your ass, leaving you completely cock drunk.

The sound of his cock drilling into your core was lucid, absolutely filthy. The echoing sound of skin slapping was turning you on even more. Your body was begging for a release, clinging for dear life as Raphael only continued. "Mhm, I'm so close" you managed to moan, now completely laid flat on the bed as you couldn't hold yourself up anymore.

"Want you to cum all over my cock" Raphael replied, increasing his thrusts into you. He was pounding into you, you were ruined. "Cum inside me" you moaned out half dazed. "Whatever you want mon cherie" Raphael responded. Raphael moved your body slightly up until he reached your g-spot, your legs were shaking as he finally hit that delicious spot inside of you.

You came undone all over his cock, gushing your juices all over his pulsing member. "Don't stop, don't stop" was all you could manage as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Raphael managed to ride your through your high before letting go. Cummimg inside of you, you moaned at the feeling of his warm seed coating the inside of your walls.

You felt like collapsing, your whole body aching as Raphael had completely fucked you out without a care. But you loved it, a week without his rough touch had you feeling starved, craving his dominance.

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[submissivegayfrenchboy]

Serve, fuck and marry (with an extra guy as a bonus you can do anything you wish with): Antoine Griezmann, Kylian Mbappe, Raphael Verane, and Olivier Guiroid.

11 / 03 / 2024

ASK ANSWERED : FOOTBALL PLAYERS

SERVE : Raphael VARANE because he is hot and seems dominant, but I'm not in love 😕

FUCK : Antoine GRIEZMAN, because he is handsome, not too tall or too muscled 😊

He used to be my type, i loved his haircut, he was muscled and natural, but then he changed : he doesn't turns me on anymore

I used to see Antoine Griezmann as a king, but honestly that's not the case anymore. However, his bubble butt is still something I'd like to taste, to kiss his cheeks, have them on my face, maybe even smelling his farts, or just cleaning his sweaty body with my tongue 😝

but i imagined Antoine Griezmann as a sub in these stories that can be read separately or one after the other

In this one he is in love with a Black man, his best friend in real life, his teammate P. Pogba

here he is loved by the gorgeous Adil Rami

MARRY : Olivier GIROUD because he is husband goal, his personality is as attractive as his godly body. 😍

He is a real dilf, cocky but kind, confident but protective, a great husband and father in real life so I would love to live this myself 😍

I described Olivier Giroud as a dominant but protective boyfriend in one of my favorite story here (i like this story because i surprised myself writing about footballers) :

I wish i could live in this bed 😍

I explained here why i love O. Giroud so much

BONUS : Be the best friend of Kylian MBAPPE's boyfriend, since this is what i live in this story written in collaboration with a whiteboy who is in love with Kylian MBappe :

I'm not attracted to Kylian MBappe unless to his ass, and i wouldn't dislike tasting his butt!

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[sunshinecoastqldnews]

Pundit expects Man United to money in on 78m star

Pundit expects Man United to money in on £78m star https://sunshinecoastqldnews.com/pundit-expects-man-united-to-money-in-on-78m-star/ Manchester United won’t stand in Harry Maguire’s means if he decides to go away the membership throughout the subsequent 12 months. That’s the view of former Liverpool midfielder turned pundit Stan Collymore, who believes Maguire is dealing with an unsure future however expects a number of golf equipment to attempt to supply him a route out of Outdated Trafford. Regardless of being axed from Erik ten Hag’s Man United first-team, Maguire, 29, has continued to play an essential position for Gareth Southgate’s England workforce. Anticipated to characteristic closely in the course of the Three Lions’ World Cup marketing campaign later this winter, Collymore has predicted that if the 29-year-old experiences one other good worldwide marketing campaign, he’ll doubtless return to Manchester and search for a means out. “He does stand an opportunity of coming in throughout home cup matches, and ten Hag could even throw him in with the under-23s to maintain him ticking over, and though I count on Maguire to be a adequate skilled to get his head down and do no matter is requested of him, I believe his time at Outdated Trafford is finally coming to an finish,” Collymore mentioned in an unique interview. “Maguire’s agent is Paul Stretford, who was additionally my agent once I was knowledgeable participant, so I do know Stretford won’t need his star shopper sitting there not doing a lot. He’ll know that he has an actual large asset on his arms, so he’ll need him to be taking part in.” MORE: Unique: Fabrizio Romano’s Each day Briefing – Spurs have been critical about signing Arsenal new-boy, Messi replace, and extra Extra Tales / Newest Information Since becoming a member of the Crimson Devils from Leicester Metropolis again in 2019 for an eye-watering £78.3m, the strain has very a lot been on the previous Hull Metropolis defender to carry out to United’s sky-high requirements and sadly, that has not occurred, and Collymore now expects United’s skipper to look to maneuver on. “I believe if he does have an excellent run within the World Cup, he’ll be a wished man and can look to get out of United in the course of the subsequent switch window,” he added. “I do know some individuals would argue ‘However Stan, would Man United actually promote their captain mid-way via a season?; – I imagine so, sure. “Let’s be completely trustworthy right here – Maguire isn’t actually United’s captain anymore. He solely has that title on paper as a result of ten Hag didn’t need to stick the knife in any additional. “The truth is that between Raphael Varane and Lisandro Martinez, it’s unlikely Maguire will get again into that squad, so in relation to a possible departure, both in January or subsequent summer season, for the membership and the fanbase, they received’t care. It received’t matter if a participant, captain or not, is bought, simply as long as the workforce is transferring in the best route.” via Sunshine Coast QLD News https://sunshinecoastqldnews.com September 30, 2022 at 10:39AM

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[footballerimaginess]

Can you do one where you and Varane take the kids on holiday please

You and Raphael were having the best holiday, it had been a tough season. "This is so beautiful isn't it, the views are incredible" you smiled as you watched on as the sunset was forming. "They are so beautiful, I feel the luckiest man alive when I am with you and my two favourites" Raphael smiled as he watched on. "Aww, it is lovely to see. We have to cherish these moments as they will be grown up before we know it" you told him. "I so agree babe" you smiled, before grabbing his hand. "It is magical here, I would move here tomorrow" you told him. "So would I, one day" you laughed.

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[raphavarrane]

DAY 4: NIGHT IN

@footballchallenge 30 days of domestic fluff

after seeing her do laundry willingly the day before, raphel decided to treat his girlfriend. usually the couple’s saturday nights were date nights but raphael had a better idea. whilst she spent the day out with friends, raphael and his fellow international team members antoine griezmann and lucas hernandez set up the house.

“so you think she’d like all of this?” raphael asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

he was always nervous when he was doing something without the input of margo; he just doesn’t feel like he knew what to do. raphael is a firm believer that it’s the thought that counts; well, that’s what margo always tells him when he burns the romantic meal he tried to make.

antoine slapped raphael’s back, bringing him back to reality a little too hard for his liking, in reassurance.

“dude, if she doesn’t love it, lucas will come cuddle with you.”

the three friends chuckled, then continued to with their work.

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by the time margo had made it back to the front door, all the lights were off. she didn’t question it, telling herself that raphael had already gone to bed. quietly she walked back inside, taking delicate steps towards the living room.

when margo heard the sound of the tv in the background, she guessed that he had fallen asleep on the couch like the big oaf he is. but as margo turned the corner into the living room, she quickly realised that raphael was no oaf.

in place of where the couch was, a mattress was led on the floor with two poles carrying fairy lights near it. it was covered with blankets and the smell of hot chocolate filled the air. before margo could scream bloody murder, raphael walked in, wearing what looked like a cozy jumper and grey sweatpants and her nerves were instantly sealed.

“glad to see you’re finally home.” raphael murmured into her ear, taking off her jacket and taking her bag.

on raphael’s cue, antoine walked in and took all of margo’s things away. raphael interrupted margo before she could even ask what antoine was doing at their house, guiding her over to blanket fort.

the couple settled on the mattress, margo cuddling up to raphael’s chest, her cheek hugging the softness of his sweatshirt.

once seeing raphael’s hand in the air, lucas walked in, two cups of hot chocolate in hand. when they thought she wasn’t looking, raphael and lucas shared a fist bump before lucas shuffled away, leaving the couple alone under the makeshift fort.

“i can’t believe you did all of this for me.” margo stared, tracing her fingers along raphael’s jawline.

“that smile of yours is worth a million blanket forts.”

raphael took her hand in his, kissing every finger then stopping on her ring finger. he stared at, annoyed at how plain and basic it looked. raphael would place a diamond worth thousands of dollars on margo’s ring finger if she’d let him.

“damn, i can’t wait to put on ring on it.”

instantly, raphael regretted his impulsive ways. he waited, biting his cheek for margo’s response. raphael ruined the moment and he knew it. he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.

however, much to his suprise, nothing was said. margo laid her head against his chest and soundly fell asleep against her boyfriend’s sturdy chest. raphael took the answer he had been given with a frown on his face and eventually fell asleep as the nervy silence took over.

#30daysofdomesticfluff #raphael varane fluff #raphael varane fanfiction #raphael varane #raphael varane imagine #real madrid imagines #real madrid imagine #real madrid #30daychallenge #my own writing

[sanchoj7]

Masterlist

People I write for:

Jadon Sancho

Marcus Rashford

Jesse Lingard

Jude Bellingham

Tyrone Mings

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Mason Mount

Kylian Mbappe

Raphael Varane

Dominic Calvert-Lewin

Phil Foden

Declan Rice

Ben Chilwell

Virgil Van Dijk

You can request other players but I can’t guarantee I will write for them.

Jadon Sancho

Baby prompt JS

Fight

Want one

Period

Worried

Family dinner

Message

Annoyed

Flowers

Night

Cuddles

Possessive

Marry me

Cool

Tattoo

Dinner

Period

House hunting

First kiss

Pamper day

Aftercare

Back

Back 2 with you

Interview

Braiding

Dad

Drunk Jadon

Attention

Protection

Study

Crush

Secret

Back baby

Different

Be there for me

Sundays

Hurting

Fun weekend

Sorry

Brownies

Hurt

Marcus Rashford

Saint

Long day

Biggest crush

Teasing

Interview

Mad

There for you

Recovery

Quality time

Apologize

Bluetooth

Just like Daddy

Family issues

Aftercare

Jude Bellingham

Back

Whipped

Long distance

First kiss

Coming home

Mason Mount

Caught

Bet

‘Friends’

Jesse Lingard

Small

Careful

Defending

Blanket

Secret

Marry me

Play with me

Covid

John Stones

First day

Tyrone Mings

Golf

Hair

Big boy

Ex

Jack Grealish

Jealous

Holiday

Tease

First kiss

Enough

Ben chilwell

Cosy night

Sneaky

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Mirror

Thankful

Caring in laws

Morning

Asshole

Rules-

Please put details or a storyline in the request so it’s easier for me to write.

Don’t get mad when I don’t write what you requested.

Series-

Opposite—Trent Alexander-Arnold

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Neighbors—Tyrone Mings

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Never judge a book by it’s cover—Mason Mount

Part 1,

New prompts

Kisses and insecurities

Rules: In one request only one player and one prompt please. A player can only be on the whole list 2 times max

#jadon sancho #marcus rashford #jesse lingard #jude bellingham #john stones #jack grealish #masonmount #declan rice #dominic calvert lewin #tyrone mings #kylian mbappe #raphael varane #phil foden #trent alexander arnold #three lions #manchester united #football imagine #man united #premier league #dcl

[footballrecs]

visits

pairings: raphael varane/rose (oc) oneshot by: thisvioletisblonde

notes: this is angsty but cute.

#raphael varane #raphael varane imagine #raphael varane one shot #football imagine #football oneshot #real madrid fc #real madrid imagine #thisvioletisblonde #angst

[macybeckham7]

Could you do one where the child is really hyper and just being a silly with Varane pls. He is so underrated

You were in the team hotel, and you had given the little one too many sweets and she was hyper. Raphael find it funny as she was running around and being silly, he decided to join in with her. A few of the boys smiling at the interactions between them and how much love their was. Some videos appearing on socials as they recorded them, running around trying to find the other as they played hide and seek or the dance moves they delivering as they played 4 Town from her favourite movie.

#raphael varane imagines #raphael varane

[urgirlceci]

Graphics in eFootball (previously known as PES)

#footballer smut #football imagine angst #football smut #football #soccer #pes #efootball #cr7 #raphael varane #varane #ronaldo #cristiano ronaldo manchester house #harry maguire #bruno fernandes #bruno #mufc #lautaro martinez #sergino dest #david de gea #de gea #fc barcelona

[pensat-i-fet]

A different kind of proposal (Raphael Varane x Reader)

**Got a request to write for Rapha again and, you know, it’s such a sacrifice but I’ll do it just for you 😉 I don’t know how I came up with this specific idea but I think it’s one of the cutest things I’ve ever written so I hope you enjoy it 🥰**

Word count: 1857

Masterlist

Wattpad

"What are you doing?"

Rapha was startled by your words and closed the drawer so fast, he almost hurt his fingers in the process.

"You scared me. Why didn't you knock?"

"Do I need to knock to get inside my room now? I mean, the bathroom I get but the room? Afraid I'll see you naked?"

He laughed at your joke, still staring at the closed drawer on the bedside table. You noticed that but didn't want to overthink what could be going on. You trusted him.

"Should we order some food or cook?"

"Let’s order", he said. "I want a lazy evening".

"I'm not saying no to that but I have to shower first. Order for me, please. You know what I like".

I hope I do, he thought, looking at the drawer again.

                                       **

After a couple of days, you forgot about that odd moment. So when you were walking around the room, talking to Rapha's mum on the phone, you just checked his bedside table without a second thought. It's not as if it was his solely. It was on his side of the bed but there were things that belonged to him on the one on your side too, so…

"Are you still there?"

"Yes", you said, staring at the little box you saw.

"Did you find it?"

Oh, you found that and more.

"Yes, it's here", you told her, picking the piece of paper with the phone number she needed and reading it our loud for her.

When you hung up, you couldn't help it. You had to open the box and what you found there didn't surprise you. It was an engagement ring. That was why he had been so weird lately. And when was he planning on popping the question?

You took the ring out of the box and tried it on. It fit perfectly and it was so beautiful. Not that you were surprised because if someone knew you well, it was your boyfriend. And…future fiancé? It sounded good to you.

Hearing the front door open and close made you panic and you took the ring off quickly and put it back on the box.

“Are you home?”

“Yes! I’ll be there in a second”.

You ran down the stairs and almost launched yourself at Rapha.

“Hi!”, he laughed. “Someone’s missed me”.

“I always miss you”, you said, staring into his eyes. “But we’ll always be together so…I won’t have to miss you much, right?”

He didn’t understand why you were saying that now, oblivious to the fact that you had seen the ring and were feeling very emotional at the moment. But he nodded and kissed you anyway. Because that was his plan too, to be with you for the rest of his life.

But a couple of days later, he got home early and you didn’t notice because you were in the garden with your headphones on. He was going to say hi to you when your phone rang and he stopped walking not wanting to interrupt you. It was probably a work call.

“Hey, Lils. Thanks for calling back”.

Oh, you were talking to your sister. Well, then he could approach you and say hi to her too.

“Yeah, I’m still freaked out after seeing the ring”.

She’s seen it?, he thought, scared of what your reaction could have been.

“I know. He hasn’t asked me yet, which is good”.

Why was it good?

“Yeah, I need to do something before he does. But it could happen any minute and I’m panicking”.

You could mean many things by that. Maybe you wanted to wear something special and planned on going shopping. You were really into your fashion.

“I know. I just know I can’t let him propose”.

Why would you say that?

Rapha didn’t want to hear more. It was going to make him feel sick. Why didn’t you want him to propose? You were happy, right? It had been almost three years of relationship with barely any bumps in the road. You rarely fought and…you were talking about always being together just two days ago. Had seeing the ring made you have doubts about the relationship?

Rapha decided to go upstairs. He needed to stay away from you for a second to think clearly.

By the time you made it back to your room, he was lying down on the bed with his arms on his face.

“I didn’t know you were here. Are you ok?”

You rushed to his side, fearing he was sick.

“Yeah, just feeling a little dizzy”.

“Do you need anything? Some water, food…I don’t know. Just tell me and I’ll get it for you”.

But he just stared at you. How could you look so worried about him while you were thinking about refusing his proposal to marry him?

“My love, what’s wrong?”

“I think I have a headache. You should leave me alone so I can sleep”.

“I could cuddle you. Maybe massage your temples”, you offered.

“I would rather be alone”.

His attitude surprised you but you guessed everyone was a bit grumpy when dealing with a headache so didn’t worry too much about it and left him alone.

But Rapha didn’t sleep. He kept hearing your words over and over again. “I just know I can’t let him propose”. Why?

He faked sleeping the few times you went to check on him but he knew you’d be able to tell he was awake when you joined him in bed later.

“You should eat something. I can fix you something quickly…”.

“I’ll go get it. It’d be good to move a bit”.

He left without even looking at you. Why was he so weird all of a sudden? It had to be more than a headache. But when you asked him, he said everything was fine. And you wanted to believe it but he was a terrible liar.

“Do you need anything before I sleep?”

He shook his head and you got inside the bed, instinctively moving closer to him to cuddle. And even though he stiffened a bit when you first touched him, he let go of that fear of losing you for a second so he could enjoy the moment. He didn’t understand why you said what you said, but he could feel how much you loved him. And that had to count for something, right?

                                           **

Things were slowly going back to normal but you could still feel Rapha being a bit distant. You just didn’t understand why and he wouldn’t tell you either. So your mind went to the only possible option…he wasn’t going to propose. He changed his mind. So…should you even continue with your plan? Or was it going to lead to heartbreak?

“I’m off to the office”, you told him, kissing his cheek. “Will you be back tonight at the usual time?”

“Yes”.

“Don’t be late, please”.

“Ok?”, he was confused by your request. “Is there a reason for that?”

“I just…we need to talk. And…yeah. Just be on time”.

Talk? He thought you were going to bring up the ring. Surely, it had to be that. But your tone was so strange, he feared there was more.

“Ok”, was the only thing he could say.

“See you later. I love you”.

“I love you too”.

But then why were you acting like this if you loved him? His head was a mess full of all the worst outcomes. And so training was a nightmare. He couldn’t concentrate and just wanted to get back home to you. But he also feared coming back home to you.

You were also so nervous. What if this didn’t work out? What if he hated it or felt offended by what you did? But you wanted to do it.

“Rapha?”, you asked when you heard the door open but no more sounds. “Don’t come closer!”

Closing the door to the living room, you ran to the front door where a confused boyfriend was staring at you.

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“What? What would make you think that?”

“Why don’t you want to marry me?”

Where was he getting these ideas from?

“Who says I don’t? Rapha, what are you talking about?”

“I heard you speak to your sister and say you didn’t want me to propose”.

That was why he was acting so strange. You felt such relief knowing the cause for his behaviour that a small smile appeared on your face.

“Is it funny?”

“Stop talking and come with me”, you said, extending your hand for him but he wasn’t sure what to do. “Please. You’ll understand it all if you follow me”:

He finally took your hand and you led him to the living room, where a few packages were placed on the floor.

“What’s that?”

“Open them. Start with 1 and finish with 11”.

So he did that. When he opened the first one he saw an old shirt of his he had forgotten about and one photo.

“Turn it around so you can read the back”.

He followed your orders and started to read, which confused him even more. The photo was one taken on your first trip together and the shirt was one you wore to bed every night you were there. And that you stole before returning home. On the back of the photo, you told him about how much that trip had meant to you. You reminisced about some of the best moments you experienced there as well.

“Number 2 now?”

You nodded.

On each little package, there was a photo and an object that was attached to the memory portrayed in the photo. You could see him smile reading your words and your heart was so full of love for him at that moment.

He took number 11, your number, but you stopped him.

“I picked 11 because that’s our anniversary, 11th of November. Our lucky number. And…what day is it today?”

“The 11th”, he said, realising at that moment.

“Yes. I want to marry you, Rapha. Of course I want to, you idiot. But when I saw the ring by mistake…I didn’t want you to propose to me. We’ve never been a couple that does things the traditional way, have we?”

“No”, he chuckled.

“So I wanted to be the one who proposed to you”, he looked at you, surprised but not too much. It did sound like something you would do. “Open number 11”.

He did and was confused to see a couple of dried flowers but instead of asking, he just picked up the photo to see what it meant. It was a photo of you two at your sister’s wedding. You didn’t catch the bride’s bouquet but the friend who did took a couple of flowers off it for you. Rapha smiled remembering that moment and how you dried the petals to keep forever.

He then turned the photo and saw a very simple question. One he had been planning to ask: would you marry me?

He looked up at you, tears in his eyes like there were in yours, and said yes.

#raphael varane #raphael varane one shot #raphael varane imagine #raphael varane fluff #footballer imagine #footballer one shot #footballer fluff

[fleetinglyred]

Rapha watching with his kid 🥺

#imagine if we had lost today #Manchester United is so traumatising #manchester united #raphael varane

[iwriteficsandtragedies]

I just love your writing!!💞💞 Can I request a Raphael Varane Imagine? The reader and Raph really have a bad break up. Raph was seen with other women but he wasnt cheating. She is a singer and breaks down crying on stage while singing a sad song about their break up. And when he saw her like that he also couldnt stay away any longer and they make up? Inspired by many songs of Sam Smith 🙈🙈🙈

This is cavity-inducing levels of fluff, but it’s hard not to be super sweet when we’re talking about our perfect French Disney Prince. I hope you like it love!! 💕

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One Last Song

Raphael stood in the wings, out of her line of sight, watching her. He didn’t know what had made him come. The last time he had seen her was three months ago, the night she walked out. Their break up was messy, painful. The time away from each other, traveling to matches for him and touring for her, had been too much. Then the tabloids had photographed him with another woman. Nothing had happened, he was merely talking with the woman, but he couldn’t blame her for believing the worst. No amount of begging had made her stay.

Why had she sent him passes to the show? Maybe she was just being kind. Maybe she expected him to bring friends. Would she be angry that he had come alone? Most of the crew still recognized him, and security had let him through with no hassle, but aside from the expected pleasantries no one had really spoken to him.

I’m sending a message to you

And I’m hoping that it will get through

He saw the light reflect off her necklace, and he did a double take. He thought he must be mistaken, it couldn’t be the locket he’d given her. He took a step forward to get a closer look, and his chest swelled with emotion when he realized it was.

In case you hear this

Then know you’re the love of my life

Want to tell you I’m sorry

I miss having you by my side

When you were mine

He saw her fingers brush against the locket, saw that her face was wet with tears. She still sounded incredible though. Her audience was entranced by her voice. Every person was on their feet, either singing along with her or swaying back and forth with their arms outstretched. She was magic when she was onstage with a microphone. She was magic, period.

How had he ever let her walk away? Why hadn’t he fought harder? She had invited him here tonight, worn his locket, she was singing this song through tears… surely that meant something? Surely she still loved him too?

When it was good it was bittersweet honey

You made me sad ‘til I loved the shade of blue

I know you don’t want to talk to me

So this is what I will do

She glanced off to the side, just briefly, but their eyes met and he knew. She was holding the locket now, her voice was breaking. Her audience sang louder for her, pushing her through.

She did still love him. She had to.

Maybe you’re listening

So here’s one last song for you

Here’s one last song for you

The crowd screamed for her, their shouts filling the stadium. She clutched her chest and bowed, raising up to blow kisses and mouth her thanks to them. She waved with both hands as the stage lights went out, leaving just enough light offstage for him to see her turn and run towards him.

She threw herself into his arms and he clutched her to him, the chaos around them fading away. He felt only her, heard only her voice in his ear.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I never should have left, I love you. I love you.” She was sobbing. “Please, please forgive me, please tell me you can love me again.”

He lessened his grip around her so he could look her in the eye. “Darling, I’ve never stopped loving you.” He pulled her to him again, their first kiss in months sending chills down his spine and making him forget all those sleepless nights without her.

He was aware of the crowd still screaming, calling for an encore. She pulled breathlessly away from him. “I have to… I’m sorry, I have to finish.”

He smiled, brushing her hair from her face. “Go. I’ll be here.”

She kissed him once more and rushed back on stage, where the audience somehow roared even louder. He watched her shine from the wings, bursting with pride. He didn’t know where they would go from here, but they loved each other. They would figure the rest out.

#raphael varane #raphael varane fic #raphael varane one shot #raphael varane fluff #request #fluff #footballer fic #footballer one shot #real madrid fic #football imagine

[footballerimaginess]

Can you do one where Varane and the reader takes their little girl to her dance class

Your little girl was doing dance classes and because you were unable to join them like usual. So Raphael suggested that he took her for a daddy daughter day out. "Yes come on angel" he clapped on the side with all the Mum's as he was really getting into it as she was dancing away. Looking as proud as she possibly could as her father watched on.

#hayleysblurbhour #hayleys blurbs #raphael varane imagine #raphael varane blurb #football imagines #football imagine #football blurb #football blurbs

[lukawodric]

(vatreniworld) #44 with Lucelo (otp/brotp/whatever you like) :)

i’ve added some other madridistas to join this weird story and i hope you like it!Trick-or-…trick!(44. “If you die, I’m gonna kill you.)With: Luka Modric, Marcelo Vieira, Karim Benzema, Raphael Varane, Toni Kroos, Gareth Bale & Marco Asensio!

The week has brought RealMadrid two difficult matches. It wasn’t the time to overthink the goals allover again, due to the tiredness that was consuming everybody, little by little.

The atmosphere was heavy and dull. The boys were running during the trainingsession like their legs were going to melt at any time. Their faces were asgood as Lopetegui’s expression when he watched all the balls getting into Keylor’sgoal. And then the balls hitting Courtois’ net.

In the locker room, Casemiro entered and met Luka, sitting on the wooden benchand drinking the blue isotonic. “It sucks, huh?” Luka sighed. “Yeah, bro. It really does. Everyone’s mood is killing the whole vibe.”Casemiro vented. He opened his wardrobe, took his jersey and then roughly closedit, making a loud sound of it.“But what can we do? There’s no way to turn this around.” Luka left his emptybottle aside and got up. “The day is so damn sad that Marcelo is 5 minuteslate.” He pointed at the clock.“You’re right.” Casemiro laughed. “I mean, the guy is the craziest one aboutthis team and is always here in time…-”“Imma tell ya, Lopetegui will definitely punish him as soon as he gets here.” Thistime, Luka’s wardrobe got opened and he started looking for his headband.“Or… maybe we can punish him.” Casemiro suggested.Luka slowly moved his head to stare at a thoughtful Casemiro, walking aroundthe room with an idea inside his mind.“W-what… what do you mean?” Luka questioned. “Do… you wanna fight him? Knockhim down or what? Don’t count me in!”“No, Lukita. Obviously not!” He interrupted. “Think about it: everybody’sfeeling sad as f*ck and maybe we can cheer this training up… just a little bit…”“I’m listening and I’m not really liking the pictures on my imagination.” Lukaprotested.“LISTEN. JUST LISTEN! We can play some tricks on Marcelo and also entertainthose men with a good soap opera.” Casemiro placed his fingers on his chinmeanwhile planning it all.“Are we going to sit down on the field and watch a Netflix s-“ Luka was stilltrying to figure it out.“Thank your dad for keeping you this naive, Luka. That’s not it. What about wepretend that you got hurt during the exercises for Marcelo to think that there’ssomething wrong?” The number 14 implied. “I’M IN!” Toni announced, while breaking into the locker room.“What?! Do you actually think that’s a good idea?” Luka asked.“Uhm… yes?” Raphael followed Toni. “C’mon, we need to get distracted somehow.”“And you know who had the injury that worried Marcelo the most?” Benzema asked,bringing his pair of boots on his hands.“No… no way I’m buying this silly game. What if he believes this kind of crap?”Luka started getting outraged.“Hello? That’s the intention, genius.” Asensio came out of nowhere, throwingthe ball right into Luka’s direction.“Guys, take it easy on him. Luka isn’t the player/actor type of person.” Garethjoined the locker room group. “Thank you, Bale. Are you with me?” Luka sighed in relief, holding the ball. “Are you kidding me? This plan sounds great! I’m in too.” Bale smashed his handagainst Casemiro’s, smiling.“Can someone else play the main drama part?” Luka begged and everyone kepttheir words for themselves. “Nice.”“Don’t you wanna bring this team back from the dead?” Benzema asked, taking theball from his hands.“Yes, I do… however-“ Luka tried to prolong.“THEN GOOD! Let’s do it.” Toni hit his back twice, making him step forwards tokeep his body still up.All of the boys started clapping and leaving the room to the field. Luka kepthimself steady, thinking about how pissed he would be if it happened to him.But he also considered the fact that Marcelo used to be so cool about jokesbetween them… and so did Luka. Wasn’t friendship also about playing littletricks? Maybe it’d cheer Marcelo’s feelings up too.A hand tightly held his arm, bringing him back to reality.“Oh good, is it the devil trying to drag me down for this?” Luka thought.The hand pulled him. “C’mon you dipshit, Marcelo has arrived.” Marco dragged him to the field.

Marcelo was greeting the guys, holding his backpack with a discouraged attitude.When his eyes met Luka’s, he walked in his direction and offered his left hand.“Hey, Lukita!” He forced a smile. “Hey… bro.” Luka squeezed his hand. For almost 1 minute.“Ah… are you okay?” Marcelo asked.“Yes. I’m alright. Fine. Nothing wrong.” He replied. “Then why are you still shaking hands with me?” Marcelo got confused.

In the background, Luka could only see Toni facepalming. Casemiro had his armscrossed and nodding his head in denial.

“It’s because… I missed you! Come here and hug me.” Luka pulled Marcelo andgave him the most awkward hug ever. “Th- g-ys are trying to pl-y a tr-ck on ya.”He tried to warn.“Lukita… WHAT?” He yelled. “Are you drunk before 2pm?”Gareth noticed that Luka wanted to ruin the plan and pushed him away fromMarcelo’s arms. “No, he’s not. He’s justrecovering from the trauma.” Asensio pressed Luka’s shoulder. “You know, those twomatches…” Harder. Luka squeaked. “Alright then… I’ll start warming up, otherwise Julen will kick somethingbesides the ball.” He left.“What were you trying to do?” Gareth asked while placing his hands on hiswaist.“Have you looked at him? He’s not fine.” Luka justified. “We should mindserious business-““For God’s sake, is just a game!” Raphael appeared, insisting on the tricks.“The plan is: we’ll start with that spot kicking exercise and when you make amove, you’ll fall and act like you’re in pain.” Casemiro started. “And then we’ll all check upon you, asking how are you doing and stuff. WhenMarcelo comes to you, act your ass off!” Karim added.“For how long am I supposed to prolong this theatre?” Luka rolled his eyes.“Until he starts crying.” Bale finished.“Let’s go?” Toni suggested. 

Theystarted walking to their positions. One by one, they kicked the ball, keepingone eye at the goal’s direction and the other eye on Luka, just to make sure hewouldn’t dare messing up with the plan again.When Luka’s turn came in, he kicked the ball as strong as he could, so maybe he’dbe able to improve the whole acting with some real pain. 

The ball flied all the way over the goal… and hit the crossbar. All of a sudden, everything went black and he felt his body hitting the ground.Like a boomerang, the ball made the way back right against Luka’s forehead,making the sound of the bone being pressed by the object echoes throughout thestadium. 

From afar, the boys saw his blond hair moving in slowmotion when his body startedgoing down. Toni facepalmed again; Casemiro and Marco covered their mouths in surprise; Raphaelmoved his hands through his hair; Benzema and Gareth with their eyes wide opencould only whisper one word: “f*ck!”; Marcelo rushed his steps to see themassacre closer. 

Luka swore for God that he saw more stars than the whole NASA team has everseen. The birds from the cartoons became reality on his imagination. His eyeswere crossed and his forehead had instantly got red. 

“Lukita!” Marcelo called him. “Big bro… is everything alright?” “Dad?” Luka asked.“How many fingers am I holding up?” The number 12 tried to test his sanity.“One, two, three, four… thousand…” Luka started pointing and counting. “Oh,your hair is looking good today. Have you tried that expensive shampoo thatGareth uses?” He changed the subject. 

The boys arrived.Toni poked Luka’s arm. “What have you done?”“Not so much lately, what about you?” Totally nonsense, he responded. “Come here. Hold my hand, let’s get up!” Casemiro gave his hand. “No! No… I like in here. Can I stay here?” Luka inquired, avoiding fromCasemiro’s touch.“Is everything alright?” Varane questioned, getting down on his knees.“It’s dizzy… and dark… I think I’m passing out…” Luka tried to organize histhoughts. “I could literally feel my brain shaking and probably something isout of its place…” 

While Luka started murmuring sentences in croatian, Karim went out to look forhelp. 

“Marcelito… big bro… let me ask you a favor…” Luka pulled Marcelo, grabbing hisshirt. He almost fell over his chest. “Tell Ivano that I love him and tell himto tell his sisters that I love them too…” “Luka?! Stop kidding, you’re not going to die… a-are you?” He started to feelmore concerned about the situation.“I don’t know… I-I can’t… move…” Luka informed and then closed his eyes.“Are you listening to this?” Marcelo turned his head to face the other boys. “He’stalking pure sh… Luka?” He glanced at his face again. “LUKA? Luka that’s not funny!” Shaking his body, Marcelo immediately shouted. “ANSWER ME, YOU TINYB*TCH! YOU CAN’T DIE! OPEN YOUR F*CKING EYES RIGHT NOW!”

Casemiro gave himself the benefit of the doubt. “Is this man the greatest actorever or the unluckiest guy in the world?” He thought quietly. 

“TELL ME YOU’RE ALIVE!” Yelling and completely out of control, Marcelo startedslapping Luka’s face, trying to wake him up. “YOU CAN’T BE DEAD. YOU CAN’T!HAVE YOU HEARD ME? IF YOU DIE, I’M GONNA KILL YOU!” 

Everybody stopped walking side to side and stared at Marcelo. He listened to athousand different types of “what?” coming out uninterruptedly from everyone’smouths. 

“What?” Luka joined. “I SAID THAT wait, are you alive?” He directed his attention back at him.“Pretty much…” The Croatian one moved his body up, sitting down and quickly blinking.Marcelo helped him to get up.“I thought you were f*cking dead! You scared the hell outta me-““I just needed to close my eyes. The sun was burning them into flames… by theway, are they red?” He interrupted and pulled the skin under his eyes forMarcelo to check them up. “No, they aren’t!” Marcelo slapped him one more time, this time on his hands. “Butyour forehead is.”“It was all a plan. We were trying to play some tricks on you…” Casemiro nervouslylaughed and touched Marcelo’s shoulder.“We just wanted to get rid of this sad mood from the matches…” Toni added.“We just didn’t know that things were going to happen like this…” Varane ended. “So… your eyes aren’t red. Your forehead is.” Marcelo concluded. “Apparently…” Luka followed him.“But your face can get as red as your forehead, can’t it?” He asked, catchingthe ball.“Well, only if the ball hit me ag…-“ Luka couldn’t even finish the sentence andstarted running away as fast as possible. 

“Hey guys! The doctor is here to see how is Luka doing…” Benzema announced,bringing the help he went out to search for. He saw Luka running. “Well, heseems alright to me!” He laughed and tapped the doctor’s back, as a silentwarning that he could get back to what he was doing before… and then he sawMarcelo holding the ball on his hands. “Wait! Actually, you can stay and hopefor the best, just like us.”

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