#marco asensio fluff

[findingnemosworld]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭 - 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐦*𝐭

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐮𝐞, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲.

He loved these kinds of days, where they were asked to visit the young children who were unfortunately struggling due to illness in order to cheer them up, this time it was a clinic, a private clinic that the club's board had donated a significant amount of money to - he, along with Isco, Nacho and Dani had arrived dressed festively; carrying a lot of gifts with them.

They were welcomed by the head of the clinic who'd taken them on a tour of the clinic before introducing them to the young patients who were elated by the presence of their favorite players, and that's when he saw her - she was tending to a young girl, and the way she spoke to her, paying full attention to everything she said had captured him immediately.

Suddenly, the young girl's eyes light up as she points directly at him which caused her to turn and look at him sending butterflies fluttering in his abdomen, not only was she an angel - she was also ethereally beautiful.

It was that day that he knew, he was in love with her, and yet nothing good ever lasts forever.

___

It'd been nearly two years and the pair lived as happily as they could, creating a healthy balance between their relationship as well as their careers, or so she thought as lately he'd begun to behave differently around her, becoming secretive, distant and slightly detached, so much so that she'd begun to suspect the possibility of him having an affair behind her back, she tried to brush it off, assure herself that it would be ok yet each time she tried to move closer, he seemed to taken ten steps away further frustrating her in the process.

One night, as she was folding clothes - she heard his footsteps in the kitchen while he was chatting to someone in Dutch which sent her brain into overdrive, yes he was half Dutch yet he'd never really spoken in Dutch in front of her let alone within earshot, she sighs as she continued folding clothes, and then as she began placing the clothes back in the closet, he walks in, seemingly refusing to acknowledge her or even speak.

" Amor, what are you doing? " She wonders, confused by his actions.

" Something just came up ... and since I have a few days off I have to take a flight to the Netherlands " He responds with a smooth tone.

Something came up? more like you want to see whoever has your heart, She wanted to say bitterly yet opted not to - instead she smiled weakly then said with a soft barely audible tone, " Have a safe flight … "

He’d left without a single explanation — and for a week she was left with unanswered inquiries, a plethora doubts plague her mind day in and day out that she could barely focus during work and on one evening, while she was halfway through her shift, her fellow nurse and close friend Willow approaches her with a concerned expression, " Are you ok honey? "

" I think Marco is cheating on me " She blurts out after a brief wave of silence.

Willow’s eyes widen, " Are you sure? I mean … did he tell you? did you find anything? "

" No " She murmurs and sighs. " That’s the thing, he’s been so secretive and it’s been two days since he left to the Netherlands without a single explanation "

" Maybe he’s gone to see his family, you did say he has roots there from his mother’s side " Willow tries to assure her.

" But that doesn’t explain the late nights or the secret phone calls " She covers her face then says. " I’m lost "

" Listen just wait it out and when he comes back, you confront him " Willow said, rubbing her back soothingly.

She nods, offering Willow a soft smile before she shifts her focus back to work, trying to push the doubts in the back of her mind — yet it seemed like her mind was playing tricks on her each time, woven faux images and false scenarios of uncovering the abhorrent truth behind his secrecy kept on haunting her until he finally returned from his trip three days later to finally reveal the true reason behind his behavior.

" Amor? " He calls out for her as he walks into a seemingly quiet home, " Where are you? "

" I’m in the kitchen … "

He frowns softly, her tone seemed a bit off which was expected given that he’d been trying to keep her from figuring out what he had planned for her. He walks into the kitchen to find her calmly chopping the vegetables for the salad while a pot is boiling on the stove, he waits for a moment before murmuring. " Hi amor "

" Hey " Her response was detached despite it being uttered in a soft tone. " How was your trip? "

He swallows the lump in his throat, then says with a soft smile. " It was good, I got to see my mother’s family which was good "

" That’s good, figured you’d take a longer time to get back! " She said with a sarcastic tone.

" What? " He frowns, confused by her remark.

" Come on Marco, you’re clearly cheating on me " She laughs dryly. " The secret phone calls, the late nights, the so called trip "

" Amor " He said with a surprised expression before adding. " I did take a trip "

" Oh yeah, where’s the ticket? " She retorts.

He sighs, then pulls out the ticket from his pocket. " See … "

She frowns, her eyes glossing over the ticket before she said. " That probably means she lives in the Netherlands, so it doesn’t help your case at all "

" Ay dios mio " He sighs, " Do you really wanna know why I took the trip? "

She crossed her arms over her chest — " Go ahead! "

" I did go to see my family but only because I needed more assurance that what I’m about to do is the right decision " He sighs softly, then he reaches over to pull out a small velvet box.

Her eyes widen, " Marco? "

" I also travelled to France to get your father’s and mother’s blessing " He smiles, " Because these past two years have been the best I have ever had and I know now that I don’t want to spend time with anyone else but you "

" Marco " She whispers with glossy eyes.

" Amor, I loved you since the very first day so please … hear me out, I have searched for ages, and had almost given up on love after so many heartaches, then I see you with the children and I just knew, that you’re the one so will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me? " He smiles softly, opening the box to reveal a beautiful ring.

She wipes her tears then nods quickly as he slips the ring around her finger, " I’m so sorry for doubting you Marco, I’m so sorry "

" It’s ok amor, I know I was being far too secretive " He smiles at her. " So, you’re choosing to spend time with me forever? are you ready for that? "

She giggles, " I’m more than ready "

He bites his lower lip then murmurs, " What do you say we skip dinner and get to dessert? "

She blushed, " Marco "

" Shhh " He murmurs, pressing soft kisses over the curvature of her neck before he hoisted her up on the counter, bunching up her ( his ) shirt up, then he kneels down to press tantalizing kisses across her inner thigh.

" Marco, the stove? " She whines softly.

" Shh, I turned it off " He cooed, pushing her panties to the side — licking a long strip from her clit to her slick pussy walls. " Oh … I missed this " he murmurs.

She threads her digits through his hair, " Marco? " she moans

He grunts in response as he continues to lick it in a leisure pace, " Relax amor, let me take care of my wife to be "

She leans back, placing both her elbows on the counter — he parts her legs further, then pulls her panties down to her ankles before bunching them up in his pocket, he then placed both her legs behind his back as he leaned close; latched his lips entirely over her pussy, whilst his index digit and tongue began to gently coax a wave of desire out of her, her lips parting out to release the softest sounds.

" Oh Marco … you’re so good at this, keep going " She moans, inhaling then exhaling deep breaths. " Just like that … Oh, fuck "

He looks up to relish in the sight of her completely engrossed in the pleasure his tongue and index digit were providing her, he curled his digit to match the pace of his tongue whilst his ears perked up due to the soft sounds she was making which in turn caused him to accelerate his ministration, moving his tongue in different directions while his index digit continued to thrust in and out of her pussy, soon joined by his middle digit.

" Oh my god " She gasps. " I’m gonna … Oh fuck "

The knot in her lower abdomen explodes allowing him to taste her entirely — he grunts as he continues to lap up every drop of her arousal; then he pulls back with his chin glistening and a satisfied smile across his lips, he tugs her in for a gentle kiss which lasted for a second before murmuring. " Not a single woman on this planet has my heart, only you "

She smiles, " I love you "

He grins, " I love you too "

#marco asensio #marco asensio fanfiction #marco asensio x reader #marco asensio one shot #marco asensio angst #marco asensio fluff #marco asensio blurb #marco asensio smut

[xrichukix]

Can you write for Marco Asensio? (Real Madrid)

Any head canons - he‘s clingy in a cute way

Headcannon

Your Boyfriend - Marco Asensio

paring: reader x marco asensio

warnings: none it's just a fluff

He's madly in love with you

He will literally do anything for you

He loves to make your dreams come true and give you gifts

He loves your smile

He always wants to have you as close to him as possible

When you leave the house he just has to hold your hand or wrap around your waist

he definitely has a soft spot for touching and stroking your thighs especially when you're sitting in a restaurant and you're in the dress he gave you

Hugging is one of his biggest weaknesses

He'll bother you while you're cooking by hugging you from behind and kissing you whether it's on the neck or the mouth

often gives you cute nicknames in Spanish

He loved being able to lie on you for long hours

When you complain that you can't take his weight any longer, he just flips you over and now you're on top of him

Takes you to most matches

he always gives you his shirt after him (as soon as you put it on you know how your night together will end)

He calls you often when he's away

Every goal is dedicated to you

Glad you have a good relationship with his family

He plans his future with you

#marco asensio #marco asensio x reader #marco asensio imagine #football fluff #football one shot #football imagine #anon ask

[bongaboi]

Spain: 2022-23 UEFA Nations League Winners

Match in brief: Dogged Croatia finally fall on penalties The early stages were an exercise for Spain in tempering the exuberance of the Croatia players and their horde of followers inside the stadium. They did just that and nearly made the breakthrough twice in the opening 15 minutes, first when Dominik Livaković spilled Fabián Ruiz's cross-cum-shot against the post and then when Gavi dragged an attempt just wide from the edge of the area.

Keeping this Vatreni outfit quelled has been a problem for many sides in recent years, though, and back they came, Aymeric Laporte and Robin Le Normand forced into last-ditch blocks before Unai Simón sprawled across his goal to keep out Ivan Perišić's header – spirits and volume raised once more.

Zlatko Dalić had shown faith in centre-backs Martin Erlić and Josip Šutalo – just 12 caps between them – and La Roja struggled to create clear-cut chances against the pair, Marco Asensio's flashing header over the bar a rare opportunity early in the second half. Mario Pašalić went closer when heading into the side netting, while Rodri's rasping shot from distance whistled past the target as the contest remained goalless heading into the final quarter of normal time.

Luis de la Fuente turned to the pace and trickery of Ansu Fati, and lucky charm Joselu, but Spain struggled to stamp their authority on the relentless Vatreni, whose industry and threat was epitomised by 34-year-old left-back Ivan Perišić continuing to maraud down the left, then clearing off the line to deny Fati the breakthrough. Asensio swept wide as the clock struck 90 minutes, Spain ending normal time in the ascendancy.

Croatia and extra time have been inseparable friends in recent years, their only blemish coming in their UEFA EURO 2020 round of 16 defeat by Spain, and they looked the more likely to prise an opening even if few were forthcoming. Nacho blocked brilliantly from Lovro Majer while deflections denied Asensio and Rodri as penalties could not be averted.

Six successful spot kicks followed before Unai Simón's outstretched boot repelled Majer's effort, only for Laporte to rattle the bar at match point. Unai Simón kept out Petković next up, paving the way for Dani Carvajal to coolly seal the silverware for La Roja.

Player of the Match: Marcelo Brožović (Croatia) "His relentless effort both in and out of possession. Connecting attack from back line to the front and working extremely hard defensively covering almost the whole pitch." UEFA Technical Observer Panel

Elvir Islamović, Croatia reporter It was a real chess game between the two big teams. Croatia were battling really well, they were controlling the match with a lot of discipline, but eventually they lost on penalties against Spain. This generation missed a big chance to win the first trophy for their country, but they don't have a single reason to be unhappy. This is still a winning team and the best group of players in Croatia's history. After two World Cup medals, they return home with silver in the Nations League and that is something only the best teams can do.

Graham Hunter, Spain reporter The 'old' Spain, winners of two EUROs and a World Cup in their 'golden age' didn't play like this. They commanded, they controlled. Then they struck. Here, again, La Roja suffered from their modern ailment. No killer touch. Stubborn blue-collar work ethic replaced blue-riband brilliance. Eventually the match was in their grasp. It looked like they were going to keep spurning chances, that they were going to fluff their lines but, in the end, two superb moments from their goalkeeper were enough.

Luis de la Fuente, Spain coach: "We have to bear in mind the 16 best teams in Europe were involved and the best four were in the semi-finals. Getting to the final is a big achievement. We deserve credit. We were up against a top team who are experienced and finished third at the World Cup, so it's a big deal."

Dani Carvajal, Spain defender: "It wasn't me being chosen [to take a penalty] – I put my hand up. I've only ever taken one in my career, in the Spanish Super Cup, but I wanted to take this one. When the game ended, I went to the manager. They were doing a five-player shortlist and I told them that if any of the players were hesitant or weren't confident enough, I would like to take one and, if not, I would take the sixth. In the end, the game gave me the opportunity I wanted."

Rodri, Spain midfielder: "We showed such mental strength as a team. We were really good in the extra time. Above all in the shoot-out. When you you get here this is about winning. We were so competitive. Against a team which eliminated Brazil from the World Cup, which seems to always get to finals. A great team and we managed to compete and then beat them."

Zlatko Dalić, Croatia coach: "First, I congratulate Spain and our players on a great game. Thank you to the fans, as we had great support. We lost – too bad – but we have to be proud. We made it to the final but we didn't win. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. The stakes were high, the game was tough and the opponent was good. We ran again for 120 minutes. We were quality, we competed with them. I have nothing to regret."

Lovro Majer, Croatia midfielder: "We are sad – especially me, because I didn't convert my penalty – but that's football. We gave everything we could but lost on penalties. We did well in the competition."

Key stats Spain played in the Nations League final for the second successive edition, becoming the first nation to play in the decider on more than one occasion. La Roja failed to score for only the second time in 20 Nations League matches; for Croatia it was just the second time in 16 games. Spain have been successful in five of their last seven deciders at current major international final tournaments (EURO, Nations League and World Cup). La Roja become the second team, after France, to win the EURO, World Cup and Nations League. At the last two World Cup final tournaments, UEFA EURO 2020 and now here, Croatia have played extra time on eight occasions; they have won six – four on penalties – but lost the other two to Spain. Line-ups Croatia: Livaković; Juranović (Stanišić 112), Šutalo, Erlić, Perišić; Modrić, Brozović, Kovačić; Pašalić (Petković 61), Kramarić (Majer 90+1), Ivanušec (Vlašić 78)

Spain: Unai Simón; Jesús Navas (Carvajal 97), Le Normand (Nacho 78), Laporte, Jordi Alba; Rodri, Fabián Ruiz (Merino 78); Asensio, Gavi (Olmo 87), Pino (Fati 66); Morata (Joselu 66)

The teams switch attentions back to qualifying for UEFA EURO 2024 in September, when Croatia face Latvia and Armenia, while Spain take on Georgia and Cyprus.

The next edition of the UEFA Nations League, featuring quarter-finals and promotion/relegation play-offs, begins in September 2024, with the finals the following June.

#2023 #uefa #spain #uefa nations league

[raphavarrane]

fluff alphabet (marco asensio)

A - Arguments (What they are like after an argument...)

marco is quite stubborn but not in an egotistical way. he never likes being the reason that you’re stressed or upset but at the same time, he struggles to initially realise what he’s done wrong. so after an argument, he’d pull you into a hug and apologise quickly, whispering the sweetest of words into your ear.

if the argument was really bad and tempers started to flair, marco would give you time to gather your thoughts before trying to reconcile with you.

B - Body care (What they do to look after you...)

weekly baths. usually, it ends with nothing sexual. it’s the only time where both of you can be calm and just enjoy each other’s company without having to worry about anything else. marco’s tense body finally relaxes in the warm water and feeling your fingers coarsing through his hair is enough.

C - Cuddles (How good are their cuddles...)

marco usually keeps one hand around your waist so that he can eaisly pull you into a hug whenever he’s missed your body up against his. when it’s just the two of you, he doesn’t mind being the little spoon and feeling your frame keeping him warm.

D - Dream (What's the dream for you as a couple...)

one day marco would love to call you ‘his’. officially. he wants to put a ring on your finger and show you off to anyone & everyone he sees. but the real dream for marco is to create a human life that has your eyes and smile.

E - Emotion (How emotional they are...)

marco tries (and always fails) to hide his emotions. he doesn’t want to burden you; he’s not always around and he doesn’t want to drop the mood when you guys finally have some time together. but when it all becomes too much, marco gives in and puts his head on your shoulder and lets it all out.

F - Family (What do your family think of them...)

your father adores marco; they go to watch football games together whenever marco’s in town and go hang out at your father’s favourite bar. your mother however, is a bit apprehensive around marco because of his career choice but eventually, she fell for that famous smile just like you.

if you have any brothers or sisters, marco would go meet on with them like a house on fire, seeing it as an excuse to learn some funny things about you that he could eventually use against you.

G - Giving (Are they generous...)

he loves giving you trinkets from other cities he’d been to due to his travels! fridge magnets from england, sweets from germany and fancy lingerie from paris from time to time

H - Happy (When they're at their happiest...)

when he’s on the pitch, feeling the air around and the ball at his feet. he loves his job and hopes it’ll last forever. he’s also happy when you’re around; you’re that extra push he needs to do his best. to him, nothing else matters except your happiness.

I - Independence (How much they rely on you...)

marco relies on you for the small things: emotionally support, good food and kisses. sometimes you don’t even have to speak, you’ve both been able to communicate without having to talk.

J - Jokes (The jokes they tell...)

his jokes are like a school child’s, childish humour that isco would expect his little boy to say. marco’s joke are either short and hilarious or long and boring. but everyone laughs nonetheless.

K - Kids (How they are around children...)

when he first met your nephew, you could’ve sworn you watched marco’s heart melt. those brown eyes couldn’t keep their eyes off him. he loves meeting children and can’t wait to have his own little’uns running circles around him.

L - Love (What they love most about you...)

he loves your body. marco’s a very handy person and just can’t stop himself from grabbing onto something just to bring you close to him, even if it’s your waist. he loves the feeling of your warm skin against his.

M - Mystery (How open/honest they are...)

marco is very honest with his emotions; he doesn’t like to bottle things in and doesnt minding sitting down to have a deep chat with you about anything that worries you or him.

N - Nicknames (What's they're nickname for you...)

‘princesa’ is marco’s favourite thing to call you. at first it was a joke, established after the first time he saw you on your period, but now, it’s grown on both of you.

O - Optional (Something random...)

one of things you and marco love to do together is karaoke. most of the time, it’s just to have an excuse to sing a great song terribly but you can’t help but smile like an idiot when marco sings a romantic ballad directed at you.

P - Presents (What they like to buy for you...)

marco loves to buy you presents! from the generic teddy bear to clothes you begged him not to get you because they were too expensive. he loves to see the smile grow on your face and if he could, marco would bottle the moment and save it forever.

Q - Quantity (How long until something takes place in your relationship...)

your first kiss happened on the third date. it was soft and light, filled with smiles and giggles. you moved in with each other after dating for a year. your first time together however, happened a long time after that but marco was willing to wait. he’d do anything for you.

R - Romance (How romantic are they...)

marco isn’t an intentional romantic. he does romantic things without actually putting much thought into it. he was always brought up to buy flowers, cook dinner, and throw compliments like it’s the norm.

S - Spark (How the spark stays alive in your relationship...)

one word. spontaneity. from late night drives so you can watch the sunrise to mini road trips. marco is unpredictable when it comes to date nights but you live for it.

T -  Trust (How trusting they are...)

marco isn’t that trusting. in his career, he feels like he is constantly surrounded by ‘fake people’ so it took him a long time to become comfortable around you. he hasn’t told you his deepest secrets yet but it’s a start.

U - Upset (How they cheer you up...)

marco would grab the closest speaker and start dancing around. he’s knows his dancing is more comical than professional but he’ll do anything to put a smile on your face.

V - Victory (How they feel about you...)

he feels like he’s won the lottery. he adores every part of you and he’s here for the long term; through the bad times and the good. marco couldn’t imagine going through life without anyone else by his side.

W - Wind Up (What they do that annoys you...)

he forgets things. sometimes they’re important, and sometimes it’s not that bad, but it still bugs you none the less. marco would forget to do his share of chores and still be confused why the laundry basket. the spaniard has to be told by his teammates when it’s your anniversary to make sure he doesn’t lose his head.

X - xxx (How good are their kisses...)

marco likes to take one side of your face and tilt it so that you don’t headbutt each other. he likes to lightly bite onto your bottom lip before working his magic on your neck.

Y - Yummy (Can they cook...)

marco loves to cook for you! his mother taught him some of her most iconic meals for the moment he gets a girlfriend. now you can say you’re lucky enough to eat traditional asensio family food.

Z - Zzz (How the two of you like to sleep...)

marco lays on his back with your head resting on his chest. he has one hand making circles on your stomach and the other outstretched. however underneath the sheets, you feet are entangled together. at first glance, it’s a very conventional couple sleeping position. but you guys are anything but conventional.

[please let me know if you would like more of these with different footballers!]

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[macybeckham7]

Wedding Gift - Marco Asensio

I was currently sitting in my suite getting my hair straightened and curled, as million to one thoughts and emotions raced through my brain. Today was about to be the most magical day of my whole life, I was going to be marrying my best friend after three years of dating.

I used to scoff when my mother used to tell me that as soon as she met my dad she knew she'd marry him. Every guy I brought back she always asked but I never felt it, until I brought Marco back one weekend and seeing him with my younger sister and the rest of my family, I instantly knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him by my side.

"You are going to look like a princess" my eight year old sister Harper gushed.

I smiled at her and grabbed her hand. "Thanks little one"

"Marco is going to look very handsome in suit don't you think" she gushed, making me laugh and nod my head. "I cannot wait to sit with Isco" she admits.

I laughed. "I'm sure he'll give you a little dance later on if you're lucky" I said making her face lighten up.

There was a small knock on the door which one of my bridesmaids kindly got it. Harper was now sat beside me playing with my engagement ring as she spoke but my ears were tuned into who was behind the door.

"You can't be here Marco" my cousin Daniela whispered slightly nervous.

"I need to give something to her please" he begged.

I stood up which the hair stylist just looked at me, I walked towards the door to find the blonde stood hugging the door, not letting the Spaniard inside or see inside.

"Marco?" I whispered.

"I need to give something to you please" he begged.

"You can't see me, it's bad luck"

"I'll close my eyes"

Daniela looked at me and I nodded.

"Ok close them" I stated.

I gave him a few seconds before opening the door, his eyes were shut as he stood in his black suit and tuxedo. I couldn't help but feel the butterflies fill my stomach as I took in his appearance.

I gently grabbed his hands and pulled him into the bedroom, I carefully took him with me and gently pushed him on the bed.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I sat beside him keeping his hand in mine.

"Do you still want to go through with this?" He questioned as his eyebrows knitted closely together.

A small smile appeared. "Of course, is that even a question?" I asked light heartedly. "I cannot wait to call myself Mrs Asensio"

He pulled his hand away from me and opened his shit up and grabbed something out of his pocket.

"I want you to have this"

He opened his hand to let me see a long white pearl necklace.

"It was my mother's, my father told me to give this to my future wife. I wasn't really sure at first because I didn't really think she'd like that, you know?"

I hummed in response. "But I can honesty say that she'd honestly be in love with you, you are everything that she stands for and she'd be our biggest supporter.." he spoke softly before quickly wiping his tears away.

I moved closer to him and kissed his cheek. "She'd be so proud of you M. How hard you've worked to make a name for yourself as a footballer, overcoming every hurdle and criticism. And what a kindhearted man you've grown up to be, who always puts himself below everyone else's needs"

"Look at me" I demanded moving his head to face me. "Marco look at me"

He opened his eyes slowly. "She might not be here but she's always going to be in your heart and she'll live on within you" I gave him a soft smile as I wiped his tears.

He leaned into me and gently kissed my lips. "I love you"

"I love you too" I smiled pecking his lips again.

He stood up pulling me to my feet, he turned me around and gently placed the pearl necklace over my neck. I looked in the mirror as a small smile appeared on his face.

"It looks just as good on you as it did on her" he smiled before kissing my shoulder. "I cannot believe I met someone as amazing as you, who I can't imagine not having you by my side" he spoke as his arm wrapped around my waist. "No matter what life throws at us, we will face it together and get through it together" he spoke getting emotional.

I turned around and put my hands on either side of his face. "Forever and always you'll have my heart" I smiled and kissed him.

The kiss had a lot of emotion placed inside as our lips moved perfect insync with eachother. My hands brushed through his thick hair, as his hand were placed on my bum.

Someone clearing their throat made us stop, I looked over to see Isco smirking at us.

"I can't believe you ran off and left me with Gerard and Sergio arguing" he frowned, making me laugh as I hid my face in his shoulder. "You do realise this is bad luck?" I asked pointing inbetween us.

"I'll see you soon, Mr Asensio" I smiled at him pecking his cheek.

"Cannot wait Mrs Asensio"

He was about to kiss me again but Isco grabbed him and pulled him out of the suite.

I felt giddy as I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't believe I had found myself someone amazing as him and I get to call him mine.

#marco asensio #marco asensio blurb #marco asensio fluff

[iwriteficsandtragedies]

Happy Birthday Marco

With a little sweet talk and a not-so-little charge to her credit card, she’d gotten on the very last flight to Madrid. By some miracle she had managed to keep her arrival hidden from everyone - she loved Marco’s friends dearly, but did not trust them one bit to keep a secret like this. It was working out almost too well. She arrived to find the house deserted, save for her precious Rome, and she even managed to remember the security code.

All she had to do now was wait. He would be out late, if the boys’ Instagram stories were any indication. She was perfectly content to snuggle on the couch with Rome, though. The scruffy little pup was, as usual, acting like he hadn’t been given any attention in days. His cold little nose was buried under her chin, and he whined and scratched at her with his little paw if she dared to stop rubbing his ears for even a few seconds.

She cooed at him as she scratched his head. “Poor little baby, poor neglected angel, what a terrible life you lead. So mistreated. Yes, so, so mistreated, no pets, no treats, no loves, no, no loves.”

Her phone rang with a call from Marco. She hopped up from the couch to run outside, not trusting Rome not to give her away. “Hi birthday boy,” she said. “Having a good time?”

“It was alright.” There was a lot less noise in the background than she was expecting.

“Where are you?”

“On the way home. I’m tired. I miss you. Wasn’t really feeling like celebrating.”

She wiggled with excitement, but tried to sound apologetic. “I’m sorry, love. I’ll be there this weekend though.”

“Yeah.” He sounded down.

“Hey baby, my mother is beeping in. Can I call you back in just a couple of minutes?” She felt terrible hanging up on him, but she needed to get ready.

“Yeah, sure. Bye.”

She ended the call and hurried back inside to Marco’s room, putting Rome back in his kennel with profuse apologies and far too many treats. She changed into the lacy little red thing she had bought just for this night and ruffled her hair, trying for that “bedhead look” Marco loved. Twirling in front of the mirror, she supposed she’d succeeded. She figured he’d pay more attention to what the red lace was barely covering than her hair anyway.

As she was admiring her reflection, she heard Marco at the front door. She grinned at herself in the mirror, took a deep breath, and stepped out into the hall.

“Hello again, birthday boy.”

Marco looked up as she came around the corner, his jaw coming unhinged at the sight of her. He crossed to her in three steps, wrapping her in his arms and capturing her mouth in his, kissing her fiercely. His touch was firm, his arms tight around her, and his kiss was almost desperate. She felt dizzy but gave as good as he was giving. Oh, she had missed him.

“You’re here,” he murmured against her lips. “You’re really here.”

“Of course I am,” she said, running her fingers through his thick hair. “It’s your birthday.” She kissed him softly. “I couldn’t miss your birthday.”

He ran his hands over the flimsy fabric. “Is this my birthday present?”

She backed away from him, spinning around slowly to give him a good look. He looked her up and down, licking his lips. “Do you like it?”

“It’s hideous. Take it off. Now.” He grinned.

“Oh no, you have to unwrap your present, birthday boy.”

“Even better,” he said. He pulled her back to him for another kiss. “Tonight wasn’t great. Until now.” He grazed his lips across hers. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“Happy birthday, my love.”

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[footballfangurl]

Marco Asensio - Beach Days

Hi guys! Here is the next one-shot. Please let me know what you think of it 💕

Request: Can you write a Marco Asensio imagine where him and the reader are married and they take their baby boy to the beach for the first time?

"Babe, did you bring the sunscreen?"

"Yeah, I put it in the bag this morning." You said, shifting your son to your other hip and adjusting the bag on your shoulder so that it was no longer in danger of slipping off. You glanced up, thankful for the sunglasses you had on, as the sun was glaring down at you quite heavily.

"Did you remember to pack an extra hat for Teo?"

"Yes, Marco."

"And did you remember to put the snacks we prepared last night in the bag?"

"Yes, amor."

"And did you-"

"Marco," You cut your husband off, shooting him an exasperated glare which probably didn't work as well with your sunglasses on, but it was the thought that counted. Marco smiled sheepishly, the beach umbrella slung over his shoulder and the cooler, which held your food, gripped tightly in his other hand, "I can assure you, that everything you're thinking of right now, I've brought. Now stop worrying and focus on finding a good spot on the beach."

There were a lot of people already, even though you had insisted on going a little bit earlier than Marco has suggested in an attempt at getting a decent spot on the beach. It had been very hard, however, to get Marco out of bed this morning. He had a week off and you had decided to take a trip to the coastal area for the first time since your son was born. Marco usually liked to sleep in on holidays, but since you had suggested taking Teo to the beach for the first time in his life, he wasn't able to today because you wanted to avoid the majority of the tourists that would no doubt be all over the beach. It took a little bit of persuading for him to wake up but eventually you had succeeded in your efforts and he rolled out of bed, relucantly trudging towards the bathroom to get ready for your day out.

"Well this looks like the best we're going to get." Marco said, stopping in his tracks on a relatively open spot on the sand and putting the beach umbrella and the cooler down. You could tell he was a little bit annoyed about the crowd

"What on earth are people doing at freaking 8 a.m. on the beach already? It's still early morning, they should all still be in bed. We," Marco emphasized, looking sideways at you pointedly, "should still be in bed."

"If I let you stay in bed, you'd wake up at noon and there would be no place left on the beach. Now stop nagging and help me settle Teo down." You said, struggling to carry both the bag on your shoulder and your son in your arms since he was beginning to squirm around, wanting to be put down on the sand so he could play. Marco took the bag off your shoulder, opening the zipper and taking out a toy for Teo so he could keep himself busy for a few minutes while you and Marco laid everything out on the sand so you could enjoy a nice, quiet day at the beach. Marco had actually suggested hiring a private beach somewhere but you had insisted in coming to a public one because you liked being surrounded by people. It gave you the typical beach feeling.

After you got everything settled, you sat down on a towel with a magazine in your hand and some sunscreen in the other so you could make sure your son was protected from the sun. After fussing about being detained too long from playing with his toy, you let him go to turn your attention to your husband, who'd already shed his shirt so you could rub his shoulders and back in with sunscreen. Whilst you were doing it, you couldn't help letting your hands wander down to his sides, where Marco was very ticklish. You had laughed so hard at his reaction because he had yelped and giggled so loudly before squirming away, that it had earned you a playful shove to the sand. He really should have known better, though, when he had asked you to rub in his shoulders and back. Really, what else had he expected to happen.

It didn't take Marco and Teo long to wander off, Teo on Marco's hip as they made their way to the sea. Teo was carrying his little blue shovel and bucket in his hands, ready to make some sandcastles with his dad. You grinned at the sight and snapped a quick picture with your phone before settling down to read your magazine in peace.

After a while, the both of them wandered back towards you, claiming they were hungry. It was only about 10:30 but the sun was already shining down quite hard. You gave them some of the fruit Marco had helped you prepare the night before and tried to go back to reading your magazine but that clearly wasn't to your son's satisfaction because he instantly began tattling away to you about the sandcastle he had built. Listening attentively, you nodded as you reached out and brushed away some of the sand that had stuck to his cheek.

It didn't even take him 3 minutes before something else captured his attention and he was turning away from you. You didn't mind, of course, and only warned him not to wander off before you turned half of your attention back to your magazine. Marco, meanwhile, was shifting his attention between scrolling on his phone and keeping an eye on Teo.

Aboyt 20 minutes later, however, you suddenly heard whispering and hushed giggles coming from where Marco was sitting. Glancing upwards, you raised an eyebrow when you saw that Marco had his arms wrapped around Teo from behind and was whispering something in his ear. When they noticed you were watching them, they gave you bright and innocent smiles and you instantly knew they were up to something. And they didn't prove you wrong.

You straightened up from where you were lying down as Teo wandered over to you and slung himself around your neck, wrapping his tiny arms around you and going, "Mamáaaaa?". You wrapped your arms around him as well so he wouldn't fall backwards or anything.

"Yes?" You answered amusedly, keeping an eye on Marco out of the corner of your eye as he started rummaging around in the cooler.

"Te quiero." He pronounced carefully, scrunching up his nose at the more difficult syllables. You chuckled and pressed a kiss to his forehead, opening your mouth to answer him when you noticed Marco climbing to his feet with a cold bottle of water in his hand. Your eyes flickered towards him as he unscrewed the bottle and all of a sudden, you felt the water running down your back and you gasped in surprise at the cold feeling, jumping up and out of the way with your son still clutched in your arms. The latter was giggling away uncontrollably at your reaction.

"Joder, es frío! Eres un cabron, Marco!" You cursed, the swear words slipping out before you could stop them. You put your son, who was remarkebly dry as Marco had made sure not to spill too much water on him, down on the sand and spun around towards Marco, who was laughing as well. You frowned at him and pushed him down in the sand, and your husband went down easily, still chuckling away.

He held his hand out towards Teo and high-fived him, telling him "Good job buddy, mamá was really surprised". And when your son giggled in agreement and started recounting what had happened in excitement, you found it hard to keep a smile off your face. Still, you made sure to keep in mind to pay Marco back one day for this prank.

After the excitement of the two of them teaming up on you had worn off, however, it was clear Teo was getting a bit tired so you made sure that he ate something as he probably would be falling asleep not long after. He and Marco both liked napping after eating something and that wouldn't change just because you were on the beach. And once again, you were proven right.

Marco and Teo eventually fell asleep on the towel next to you, Teo spread over Marco's chest with his head resting on Marco's shoulder. Marco, in return, had his arm slung around him to make sure that your son didn't fall off. They looked so adorable sleeping together like that, that you couldn't resist taking a picture with your phone and making it your background picture. It was moments like these that you appreciated the most, where you could just lay back and spend time with the two most important people in your life. Even though they could be really mischievous sometimes.

Standing up, you looked upwards at the sun and then back down again towards your two sleeping beauties. They'd get burned if they kept lying in the sun like that. Sighing, you pulled the beach umbrella out of the sand and then adjusted it so that the two of them were mostly covered by shadows. The sun was in an annoying position, however. There wasn't any place for you in the shadow anymore and at that moment, you knew your fate was to get sunburned.

And you made sure to complain about your red and sensitive shoulders and back to Marco all the way to the car. The both of you knew, however, that while you certainly hadn't enjoyed being burned by the sun, you hadn't exactly meant any of the complaints either. You'd get sunburned a hundred times over if it meant that your family could remain unharmed.

Translation:

Te quiero: I love you

Joder: curse word 😉

Eres un cabron: you're an asshole

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[asensihoe]

family time

#look at them #proud dads isco and alvaro #and the annoying big kid who almost broke the little fluff #and alvaro worrying his ass but the cool dadTM isco laughing with marco #bc 'dont worry babe they're just playing' #and the tiny adorable baby runing after his almost equally tiny dad chasing the ball #i love #morisco #marco asensio #isco alarcon #alvaro morata

[football-and-fanfics]

Hey, I have a request number 13 with Vvd but make it fluff please, thank you.

Thanks for your request. Hope you’ll like it :-)

13. Watching him sleep

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His knee injury was hitting Virgil hard. You had been up with him for a good part of the night, because he had been too distraught to catch sleep. Some time during the night, Virgil had finally calmed down enough to fall asleep. Now that he was calmly lying beside you, you, too, managed to catch sleep.

You abruptly awoke around 6am. Outside it was still dark. The first thing you did, was look to your side at Virgil. You were glad to see he was still sleeping soundly. You watched him as he slept. The lines of worry on his face from last night had disappeared, making way for a peacefully relaxed expression. His breathing was deep and slow. You rested a hand on his ribs to feel his chest move in sync with his breaths. For the best part of an hour, you lay with him like that, until Virgil slowly woke up. “Hey,” he mumbled, seeing you were watching him. “Hi,” you smiled gently at him, “are you feeling a bit better?” “Little bit,” he sighed groggily, “thank you for staying up with me last night.” You gently ran your fingers over the skin of his bare arm. “That’s what you do when you love someone.”

Tags: @glam-khal, @t-i-l-a, @marco-asensios, @kingkepaff

#Football Fanfiction #football fanfic #football imagine #football blurb #footballer imagine #virgil van dijk #virgil van dijk fanfic #virgil van dijk imagine #virgil van dijk blurb #footballandfanficsvirgilvandijk

[gleek-runner]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 신의 탑 | Tower of God Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Khun Aguero Agnis & Khun Maria Zahard & Khun Maschenny Zahard & Khun Ran, Khun Maschenny Zahard & Khun Marco Asensio, Khun Hachuling & Khun Marco Asensio, Khun Aguero Agnis & Khun Hachuling, Khun Hachuling & Khun Maria Zahard, Khun Aguero Agnis & Khun Kiseia, Khun Kiseia & Khun Marco Asensio & Khun Hachuling, khun kids relationship, Ha Yuri Zahard/Khun Maschenny Zahard, Khun Aguero Agnis/Twenty-Fifth Baam | Jyu Viole Grace Characters: Khun Maria Zahard, Khun Maschenny Zahard, Khun Marco Asensio, Khun Hachuling, Khun Aguero Agnis, Khun Kiseia, Khun Ran, Khun Eduan, too many tog characters to tag Additional Tags: this is keeping up with the kardashians/modern family kind au, maybe The Office?, updates? who knows!, Fluff and Humor, Family Feels, Khun Eduan's B+ parenting, Gay Disaster Khun Aguero Agnis, but because i'm not a coward, Gay Disaster Twenty-Fifth Baam, going to tag as I go Summary:

When the pilot episode of Princesses of Jahad: The Untold Tale is proven to be a disaster, FUG Productions decide to -instead of focusing on the model agency as a whole- shift their attention to two of its most beloved models(and the only ones agreeing to the documentary); half-sisters Maschenny and Maria. Thus, what was supposed to be an insight on being a Princess of Jahad turns to be a 24/7 documentation of the Khun family.

#tower of god #khun family electric boogaloo #khunbam

[xrichukix]

Can you do a one shot for Marco Asensio? The last one was fab. A bit of morning fluff with reader and Marco? 🫶🏻

Lazy day - marco asensio

paring: reader x marco asensio

warnings: none

When you felt the first rays of the sun on your face, you groaned quietly not wanting to wake up yet, you turned your back to the window. You snuggled into your boyfriend's naked torso, throwing your leg over his hips.

"Hola mi amor" Marco embraced you, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You looked at him with sleepy eyes, smiling lazily. You pulled him into you kissing him, he immediately returned the kiss smiling.

"How about your favorite breakfast?"

"I would love to, but for now I want to cuddle with you"

Marco nodded, starting to place kisses on your face, making you chuckle softly.

You loved those mornings when you both didn't have to go anywhere and Marco was at your complete disposal. you loved how he cared and cared for you.

You appreciated every moment spent together knowing how busy his schedule was lately.

When Marco went to make breakfast for the two of you, you quickly got yourself in the bathroom. After a few minutes, your boyfriend appeared in the living room with a full tray and sat next to you.

You ate breakfast feeling even better. He sat you on his lap and wrapped the blanket around you two. You started playing with his hair as you cuddled up to him.

Marco couldn't stop himself from kissing your face and neck, complimenting you.

When he pulled away from you for a moment, he smiled one of his sweetest smiles that instantly melts your heart.

"I love you Marco"

"It's very good because I love you too" he winked at you and after a while he offered you to watch the movie, which you gladly agreed to, knowing that he would cuddle up to you even more, but you didn't mind because you felt that both of you need closeness and you have to take advantage of it as much as possible.You knew it was going to be a good lazy day.

#marco asensio #marco asensio imagine #marco asensio x reader #football fluff #football one shot #football imagine

[emwritesfootball]

Sofa Cuddles | Leon Goretzka

I see you want to write for Leon Goretzka and want fluff? Enter me and my ideas 😂😂 so one where your just chilling at home and running ur hand through the curls™️ and cuddling on the sofa taking about their day? Thank u 😊

Sorry, anon, I soooo wanted this to be longer, but I hope it’s to your liking xx

It was your favourite part of any day. It didn’t matter if nothing had happened at work or if you’d had the best day or the worst day, Leon was always ready for you when you got home. He was always there to listen and so were you. 

Leon met you at the door, enveloping you in a comforting hug that was easily the best part of your day. As usual, you kicked off your heels and made your way to the bedroom to change to something more comfortable while Leon opened a bottle of wine. 

When you reemerged you were in your comfiest pair of sweats and Leon’s Germany NT jersey, gratefully accepting the glass of wine he offered you. He grabbed the softest blanket and draped it over you the two of you as you settled in. “Du zuerst,” he mumbled and you snuggled into him with your legs across his lap as you sipped your wine. You first.

You started from the beginning, recounting your commute and your morning coffee, sparing no details. Leon listened as he traced patterns on your arm, interjecting every once in a while to share his thoughts. You’d had an average day - nothing exciting, but not overly boring either - and even still, Leon listened. “What about you?” You asked when you were done and you let Leon do his thing.

He’d had a much worse day than you so you set your wine down on the coffee table and let him lay his head in your lap. Your fingers instinctively started to run through his hair and you saw him visibly relax as a soft sigh left his lips. 

Leon started talking about training, his face contorting in anger as he said he hadn’t had his best day. He looked so upset and all you could do was trace your fingers over his face and occasionally lean down and press light kisses to his lips. “I’m so sorry that happened to you today, baby,” you murmured, swiping at the unshed tears collecting in his brown eyes.

“It’s okay,” he replied, closing his eyes. “It’s better now that I’m here with you.”

“Want me to put on a movie?” you asked, leaning down for another kiss. 

“Yes, please,” he sighed, snuggling into your lap as you picked up the remote. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Forever Tags: @chilly-me-softly @savingprivatecass @inlovewithamess @footballdaydream @brewsterbabyy @bbychilly @jamesdanielmaddison @hmminnbirdd @sweetlikesugar9 @lawsandother @eastxfeden @words-for-marcus @eatsleepbreathefutbol @hoelymolywinksy @marco-asensios @kingkepaff @meteora-fc

Leon Tags: @footballffbarbiex @sunslittlesister

#my writing: leon goretzka #requests: leon goretzka #september 2020 requests

[raphavarrane]

screw tradition! (marco asensio)

based off request from anon: Can you write a Marco Asensio imagine where he proposes to his longtime girlfriend?

PARINGS: marco asensio x OC (bella)

WARNINGS: pure fluff!

six years is a long time to be in love. marco thought, fiddling with the small black box in his hands.

when he met bella six years ago at a mutual friend’s party, marco knew that what he had with bella was something. a year of being young and messing with each other’s hearts passed, bringing them closer together. all of marco’s teammates (especially isco!) referred to bella as marco’s wife, even though the couple had never discussed or considered marriage.

it was night, at least marco guessed. ever since bella and him has arrived at isco’s party, he’d lost track of time. the streets of madrid were busy and the annoying hun of traffic played through isco’s home at suprisingly low volume. as marco walked through their isco’s house, he heard the distinctive laugh of his girlfriend.

marco imagined what it would be like. what it would be like to live this life forever; to be with the woman he loved forever and live out the rest of his life with bella by his side. and to watch as her chest rised against his own whilst she fell asleep. and to hear her ridiculous laugh every time he told a terrible joke.

bella was sat on the kitchen counter wearing one of marco’s t-shirts loosely hanging on her midriff and a pair of shorts, a bowl of strawberries with a beer bottle next to her exposed thigh. she was talking to isco’s wife, when her eyes landed upon marco’s. her eyes were another thing that he found beautiful about her; the small specks of gold in her dark brown eyes along with her unmistakable freckles dotted around her nose.

“i guess i’ll leave you two alone.” isco’ wife stated, taking it as her cue to leave.

bella sighed as isco’s wife left the kitchen, vacating the room which meant that marco and bella were finally alone.

“hello handsome.”

marco jumped slightly, not realising he had been out in a psychedelic trance by bella, who had only said two words. her normal straightened black hair cascaded down her shoulders in its natural curls (which was marco’s favourite hairstyle on bella) covered her deep dimples from the world. marco couldn’t hide his dumb smile as he approached his girlfriend, hiding the small black box behind his back. he knew that now wouldn’t be the right time and marco didn’t really want to ruin such a wholesome moment between them.

trying to fight off the small amount of alcohol in his system, marco positioned his body in between bella’s legs and rested his head on her shoulder. bella couldn’t deny that whenever she was in marco’s presence, a smile would instantly appear on her face. she knew it was wrong to be so emotionally attached to someone, especially with how dispensable people can be nowadays, but bella couldn’t help it. marco asensio was infectious, someone you couldn’t give up easily.

he was the man who would send bella massive bouquets of roses whenever he was away for a game, along with the occasional giant teddy bear. marco was the man who always listened to whatever she gave to say and always respected her boundaries.

marco would always make sure that she was alright emotionally, wanting to talk about everything and anything that could possibly worry bella. marco was just the perfect man and bella knew that she’d never met anyone like him in her lifetime.

bella started with a small kiss on his lips, allowing herself to savour the familiar taste. just as she was going for another delicate kiss, marco smashed his lips onto hers, not giving bella a second to breath. as they pulled apart, bella kept one hand on marco’s shoulder, allowing themselves to catch their breath.

“geez, someone’s in a good mood.” marco chuckled, before bella brought her lips onto his again.

bella hummed against his lips, using her free hand to run through marco’s hair lightly. marco relished for that feeling of contact between the two, using his arms to grab onto her hips and pull bella even closer to him. before the kiss could lead anywhere that wasn’t the kitchen, bella pulled away (much to the displeasure of marco) and grabbed a strawberry from the bowl.

“gosh, how can you manage to switch from sexy to cute in under a second?” marco stated, taking a bite of the strawberry bella had presented.

bella chuckled in reply, planting a delicate kiss on his cheek. nothing else mattered to her expect marco and she knew her boyfriend reciprocated the feeling. marco pulled bella into a hug, allowing themselves to escape into another world, completely forgetting about the people who were now flooding back into the kitchen. until her hand fell upon something hard (that wasn’t marco’s ‘friend’).

“marco, what’s this?”

in such a small amount of time, marco was quickly taken back down to the ground. in bella’s hand, was the small black box he had been carrying earlier. everyone in the room had gone silent, watching with baited breath at the scene that was unfolding. marco was speechless, which didn’t help him in the situation.

“marco, can you say something please?” bella whispered into his ear, stroking the side of his face.

the small strokes along his face brought down marco’s anxiety levels, reminding him that he wasn’t alone. as he stared into bella’s eyes, maroc could feel himself relaxing. bella has that effect in him; when marco would become stressed, bella would always be able to bring him back to a state of calm. marco rubbed the back of his neck, realising how awkward he made isco’s party.

he took the box from bella’s hand and got down onto one knee. but when he watched bella’s confused face become even confused, marco rushed back up to his feet, smoothing down his shirt. just as he was about to say anything, marco got heckled by one of his teammates.

“hurry up marco!”

marco looked over and glared at isco, who had received a slap around the back of the head from his wife. marco took another deep breath and finally said what he’d been waiting what seemed like a lifetime to say.

“i know you don’t like labels, so will you be my married-person-thing?”

marco could feel the oxygen levels drop in the room, his throat going dry and his palms becoming sweaty. bella pulled on his heartstrings even when she didn’t mean to. god, she was breathtaking.

“of course i’ll be your married-person-thing!”

at first, marco was shocked. he didn’t actually expect his very casual proposal to work but there he was, looking his fiancée in the eye. marco smiled, a stupidly happy smile crossed his face. he pulled bella into a sweet kiss, holding onto her face, wishing he’d never have to pull away.

the small diamond sparkled in the nightlight, but not like bella’s eyes. those eyes that he could fall in love with all over again and never get bored. marco would gladly stare into those beautiful eyes all day. but in that moment, marco could’ve sworn that he had found infinity in those deep brown eyes.

six years is a long time to be in love. marco thought.

but it’s worth it.

➳

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[footballffbarbiex]

May’s Updates.

Word count: 15,462

The First Time. Trent Alexander-Arnold. smut. 02/05/2020

Louder. Roman Burki. smut. 03/05/2020

Trent has a crush. 04/05/2020

Toothbrush. Trent Alexander-Arnold. (very brief mention of smut) 05/05/2020

A drastic haircut. Trent Alexander-Arnold blurb. 07/05/2020

The Mask. Antoine Griezmann. 09/05/2020

On A Whim. Tyrone Mings. 10/05/2020

Harry fluff blurb. 10/05/2020

Revelations.  Roman Burki. HEA. 11/5/2020

Promises You Can’t Keep. Dele hints at smut blurb. 16/05/2020

The shirt. Marco Asensio. 17/05/2020

Nico Tagliafico blurb. 17/05/2020

Antoine Griezmann blurb.  17/05/2020

Baby daddy Dier.  17/05/2020

DCL blurb.  17/05/2020

Sergi Roberto blurb.  17/05/2020

leon blurb one. 18/05/2020

Dele blurb. 18/05/2020

Jadon blurb. 18/05/2020

Trent blurb 18/05/2020

Leon blurb two. 18/05/2020

Early Labour. Roman Burki. HEA. 25/05/2020

Fries On The House. Ben Chilwell. 26/05/2020

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[iwriteficsandtragedies]

Spoiled

Part 5 of Number 20

Warnings: none

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You sunk into the tub, the hot water a welcome relief on your aching body. According to your smartwatch, you and Katie had walked nearly 16 kilometers over thirteen hours that day. There was so much to see, do, and eat in Abu Dhabi, and the two of you had seen, done, and eaten all you could. You were thoroughly exhausted, too tired to even drag yourself to the hotel restaurant for dinner. Katie had already fallen asleep in her room. You weren’t sure you were going to be able to stay awake until Marco got in. 

You had resisted coming at first. You were fine with Marco paying for things like dinners and movies, but footing the bill for a trip like this was a different story. And he had invited Katie, and given her her own room. It was too much, you argued, but he had insisted. “Tell me you don’t want to vacation to one of the most luxurious cities in the world with your best friend.”

“It’s not a matter of whether or not I want to, Marco, it’s... that’s a lot of money.”

“What’s the point of having a rich boyfriend if you don’t let him spoil you?” 

You had pretended to dry heave at his words, and he’d laughed as he pulled you into him, batting his lashes with all his might. “Baby, please come with me.”

And so here you were, up to your chin in a giant bubble bath in a stupidly fancy hotel suite, waiting for him to be done with whatever publicity event the club had scheduled that night. You adjusted the bath pillow behind your head. You could get used to being able to stretch all the way out and be completely submerged. The tiny stall shower in your apartment would be such a letdown when you returned home to Madrid. 

The hotel door lock clicked and whirred, and you heard Marco drop his stuff as he entered the room. “Hey,” you called. “Come join me in the tub.”

He appeared in the doorway, leaning against the doorjamb. “You look comfy.”

“I think I live in this bathtub now.”

He smiled, and your heart skipped a beat. You didn’t think you would ever get tired of that smile. You poked a hand through the bubbles to crook a finger at him. “Get in.”

He moved towards you, pulling his shirt over his head. You made a purring noise as he stripped out of the rest of his clothes, wolf whistling when his boxers came off. “I didn’t know I’d be getting a show tonight,” you said with a cheeky grin. He shook his hips and twirled the shorts over his head and you burst into laughter, pretending to throw money at him. He tossed his clothes into the corner of the bathroom and lowered himself into the tub with you.

“Ooooh yeah,” he moaned. “We live in here now.”

You shifted your body so he could position himself behind you. There was some shifting of limbs and parts, but the two of you managed to get comfortable. You sank into him, loving the way you fit perfectly against him.

“Good day?” He asked.

“Oh yeah. I love this place,” you said. “Thank you for bringing me.” You brushed a kiss across his bicep. 

“I would have missed you if you hadn’t come.” He paused. “I’m really miserable when I have to leave you.”

You traced a finger through the bubbles, thinking about his words. “Guess you miss Katie when you’re gone, too,” you teased.

He chuckled. “Obviously.” He nudged your head with his, and you tilted your face up for a kiss. “I just wanted you to experience this with her,” he said.

“You’re too good to me, Marco.” A lump rose in your throat. 

“Hush,” he whispered. “I want you with me, and I’m in a position to bring you with me. Simple as that.” 

You took a deep breath, blinking away the tears that had formed at the corners of your eyes.

“What did you two get up to today?”

Marco ran his fingertips lazily over your skin as you told him about all the sights you and Katie had seen that day, the food you’d eaten, and the incredible mall you’d window shopped through. “I’m going back there on Thursday. I found the perfect dress for New Year’s. Black and sparkly and just the right amount of slutty.”

“My favorite kind,” he said. “Do you need... can I buy it for you?”

“I can buy my own clothes, Marco.” You were surprised by the sudden irritation in your voice.

“Ok.” His tone was even and calm. “Let me get you something shiny to wear with it though. Please. It’s New Years, after all.” He grazed his lips across your shoulder.

“If you must,” you sighed with a smile.

“Thank you.” He pressed his lips to your cheek. “Let’s get some room service, I’m starved.”

The heated bathroom floor was another thing you would miss, you thought, as you dried off. You wrapped your towel around you, and readjusted the bun you’d tied your hair into. Marco was ordering dinner when you padded into the main room. “Get wine,” you told him, “And that chocolate pie thing we had last night.”

He winked at you in acknowledgement. You went to the bedroom to grab some sweats and a comfy tank, returning to the living room after you’d dressed and joining Marco on the plush sofa.

“How long did they say it would take?”

“Thirty or so minutes.” He patted his lap. “Give me those feet, I know they’re sore.”

“God, I’m going to nominate you for sainthood.” You spun on your butt to set your feet in his lap and moaned as he started to squeeze and rub your aching soles. “What did I do to deserve you,” you whimpered, laying your head back and closing your eyes while he worked his magic. 

You didn’t know how long you dozed off, but when you came to, the food had arrived and Marco had spread it out on the table in front of you. It smelled heavenly. You stretched, loudly. “I feel like a new woman,” you said, cracking your neck.

The two of you chowed down. Marco was quiet as he ate, focused on the sports news program that was on TV. You checked in with Katie, who assured you she had eaten and returned to bed and would be in your room for your morning coffee routine tomorrow. You looked at Marco out of the corner of your eye. He had been right to bring her. You reached over to him and gave him a little pinch.

“Ow! What,” he said with a mouthful of food.

“Thank you for bringing Katie. I’m sorry... I’m sorry I make it difficult sometimes for you to... pay for things.” You blushed, hating yourself for even bringing it up.

He swallowed, wiping his mouth with a napkin, and moved across the couch to drape an arm around you. “Babe, I just want to do nice things for you. It would be the same if I worked at a pizza shop. Maybe there wouldn’t be trips to Abu Dhabi,” he grinned, “but I’d still spoil you as best I could.” He touched his forehead to yours.

You rubbed a hand over his chest, your lips inches from his. “I love you,” you murmured.

“And I love you.” He closed the space between you, softly closing his lips around yours. “Come on. You had a long day, we should go to bed.”

You smiled against his lips. “Oh, I don’t know. I think maybe I’ve still got some energy left.”

“Oh, well then,” he said, kissing you once more. “I guess I’ll have to find a way to tire you out.” You squealed as he lifted you into his arms and strode towards the bedroom. 

“Waaait, my pie!” You giggled, pretending to reach for the food behind him.

"Oh, I’ll be the one doing the feasting,” he said, and he kicked the bedroom door shut.

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Lazy Sunday Morning

A Marco Asensio imagine (super fluff!!!!!) it could be about you and him cuddling in bed on a rainy night, or a lazy Sunday morning where u both stay in❤️❤️❤️❤️ I love ur account and every single one of ur imagines :)

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It was the morning after the game. Sunday mornings were usually your favourite thing to do when you were with Marco. He was usually so sleepy after games, so you never really did much. Marco was snoozing, he had the cutest of snores. It was lucky he didn't have a loud snore because otherwise he would be sleeping on the sofa. You laid your head on Marco's bare chest. Marco shifted in his sleep, he put his hand around your neck. "morning beautiful" you said to him as you moved your body to put your head beside him. "morning my love" He said to you as he pressed a kiss onto the top of your head. "Shall I make you food?" he asked as you pulled over and put your body on his chest again. "no its alright, I will go and make you some food. But first lets just cuddle, I am so cosy here" you said to him as you pressed your lips onto his bare chest. "these are my favourite mornings you know, I absolutely love them" Marco mumbled as he ran his hands through his hair. "me too, they are always my favourite" you smiled at him. You crawled out of bed slowly, shoving on a hoodie which of course was Marco’s. You walked to the kitchen to get some food. You made yourself some tea while pouring Marco a glass of water out. “Here” you said as you placed in on the side. “Thanks” he mumbled as you went back out again. Once you had come back, you had a plate of food. "Thank you darling" he said as you climbed back in with your melted cheese sandwich. "That smells so great, I wish I could eat that" he said as he edged closer towards you. "no thanks babe. You are not eating this. So hands off" you said as you swatted his hands away. Marco pouted as you stuffed a piece in his mouth. "Thanks babe, I really like that one" you laughed as he chewed it down. "Its alright I enjoy sharing my breakfast with you" you smiled at him as he sipped on his water. "Right I might go shower and then crawl back into this bed. "what about you? Are you going to do anything" he asked you. "I do need to sort my emails out, I might just do that while I am in bed with you" you smiled as Marco eventually pulled his lazy body out of bed. You smiled as he went to the bathroom for a shower. Once you had finished your food, you grabbed your phone so you could finished answering some emails that you were behind on. "That shower was great" Marco said to you as he wiped his hands on stomach. "stop that" you smirked. Marco innocently looked at you. "what" he laughs as a cheeky smirk grew on his face. "You know exactly what you are doing, how can someone look so fucking perfect. I mean look at your chest, how are you doing this to me?" Marco laughed as he got back into the bed beside you. He pressed his lips on your neck. "That tickles" you squeal and tried to get out of his grasp. "You can't say how hot I am and not want me, you need to make up your mind babe" he smirks as he ran his hands over your jumper. Trying to get your hands up your t-shirt. You pulled your jumper off showing him a bit of flesh. "Oh I like that" you smiled. "We are so lazy and I think even for sex I am actually too lazy for it. Even though you are so irresistible I don't think I can be bothered" you smirked. "well not sure where that lie is babe" you laughed as he pressed his lips all on your bare body parts. That was how the morning ending, Marco finally convinced you by having sex on this lazy Sunday.

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