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valentinajadehill · 11 months

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marcus rashford masterlist

baby boy .

copycat ft jesse lingard o

bants with jesse o

this is it part one, part two

odd first impression part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight

a father's love o

pools o

jealousy o

passing the test o

big tesco o

basketball challenge o

interview o

little mix part one, part two

q & a couple challenge o

nights like this o

baby fever o

daddy duty o

babe? boyfriend? lover? o

interlocked o

blonde beau o

mumma's boy o

you're my euphoria o

when it all comes back to you o

two for one deal o

birthday boy o

lip and hip o

is that my shirt? o

feels for you o

what's cookin' good lookin' o

focus o

everything i didn't say o

my good luck charm o

'master'chefs o

lost stars o

best dad ever o

made for you o

my everything o

worried about you o

boyfriend material o

spoiled rotten o

a right sort o

never too much tinsel o

an endless cycle o

trust in you o

mornings with you o

baby fever o

drunk and clingy o

jealous kisses o

forced friends o

raise a glass o

truth or shot o

blurbs / oneshots

lingardinho

secret

morning

naked

soft kiss

distraction

neck kisses

hickeys

busy

stairs

reaction

outfits

slamming

break you

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blueaetherr · 1 year

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blue

pairing: marcus rashford x black!fem!reader [she/her]

warning(s): none

summary: the one where marcus can be so open and emotional with the reader, especially under the moonlight

now watching: moonlight (film) by barry jenkins

"Runnin' around, catching up all that light. In the moonlight, black boys look blue. You blue, that's what I'm gon' call you. 'Blue'."

In the late evening, when the sun was beginning to fall into the sky and moods were dazed and dull, Marcus and Y/N settled themselves well at the beach. This wasn't anything new—it was their thing, their routine even, to stray towards the sand and sea when after hours arrived, choosing to pass the time in peaceful enjoyment and thrill every single time without fail.

They would take calm walks across the beach where loud conversations were created and shared, their volume range always drifting off course. They would play in the shallow waters of the ocean where the two would act anyhow seeing as they were experiencing wonderful contentment that was uniquely theirs to share as a two in those moments. They would take their place in the sand too, curling up in one another and encouraging comfortable silence as the moon began to find its place high in the sky.

With the kind breeze brushing against his face, Marcus let in a mild inhale before letting go as he openly took in the scent of the beach—one that felt like a breath of fresh air. He secured his arms around Y/N sitting in front of him and leaned in to kiss her head, earning a breathy laugh from her, before he set his eyes on the ocean before him and admired the natural movements of its water.

Sitting down in the sand with his dear Y/N—toes deep and relaxed in the sand, experiencing isolation with his lover, and being able to observe the beach and its nature—Marcus felt like this moment right here was a luxury to experience, something he would remain grateful for. It was something the couple got only once a week (twice if they were lucky) and lasted no more than four hours yet it still remained his favourite part of his usual routine.

You see, as a football player and a public figure Marcus had a lot of responsibilities and roles to attend to: the direct ones like training and playing matches every week and representing his club and country; but also the indirect ones like being a role model for the youth (from a local level to a national one), and carrying himself in a way that he couldn't be perceived in a negative light.

That's how it was for Marcus. And while he would never give up any of them for the world, they all came with their share of restrictions. This, naturally, restrained his innate inflexions and speech, his behaviour in the pitch and in person, and his presentation. Those responsibilities and roles, unfortunately, weren't selective—he had to attend to them which made them expectations, no way around them.

But even as expectations they were only temporary, specifically reserved for the daytime. 'Cause after that match was over, after he was dismissed from training, after he was finished doing press, Marcus would always take that as his cue to run off with Y/N and head straight to the beach nearing the hours of the night. The beach—the place where they could wander the infinite sand trails, swim alongside other creatures in the sea and do any activity that came to mind.

In that right there, there was calmness.

Embracing the natural body of the beach, witnessing the waves wrestle and roll around and over one another, Marcus and Y/N being alone together with the beach, knowing that all their responsibilities were put on pause and no one was going to stop the two from enjoying themselves, knowing that Marcus could drop his model persona for this moment alone and speak how he wanted, express himself to his partner and dress (and undress) without the fear of judgement trying to correct him—in that, there was calmness and security and belonging.

And Y/N loved how the beach was such an outlet for Marcus, understanding it was a way for him to peacefully unravel so so they could spend a peaceful moment together. For the scenery they were in, Y/N liked to call Marcus Blue, my Blue; simply put, blue radiated off of Marcus perfectly under the moonlight and dark sky, his person always shining bluer than any other person or object present.

But for his emotional intelligence Y/N, too, called Marcus Blue. In the moonlight, during the cover of the night, when the light fell directly on him, it was a shelter where Marcus could illuminate in the dark and place some focus on his true inflexion, behaviour and persona. He could be vulnerable and expressive as he pleased—with the night sky, with the body of the beach—and he was given the liberty to be and shine, in tranquillity and security, in the arms of Y/N.

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macybeckham7 · 8 months

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deaf reader with marcus and when you are annoyed or just had an arguement you tirn your aid off (i am deaf myself so not being insensitive- don’t know if i need to say this)

It had been twenty minutes since you stormed away from Marcus and went back to your desk to do some work. You often leave each other to let each other cool off, Marcus decided to be the first for the olive branch. ‘YN’ he calls as he takes the stairs two at a time. He opens the door to your office and find you just typing on your laptop in your element. ‘Baby’ he says again. He had brought you a cup of tea, just how you liked it. He noticed your hearing aids on the side beside your water bottle. You jump slightly when he reaches out for your shoulder, he leans down and kisses your face. You look at him and he smiles hopeful at you. He mouths his apology to you, and you lean in and kiss him gently.

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emwritesfootball · 2 years

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Or Nah | Marcus Rashford

If your still doing Marcus rashford smut , you should do a rough smut based on the song ‘ or nah ‘ . Like they could be at a club and y/n was teasing him so they went home then…

Warnings: oral sex (both male and femal giving and receiving), unprotected sex, teasing

A/N: I don’t usually like to throw lyrics in these, but I did for this one. Didn’t feel like writing a one night stand either, so they’re together in this. Hope you enjoy x

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You were grinding your ass against Marcus’s jeans-clad cock, smirking to yourself as you felt his grip on your hips tighten. He growled low in your ear, his lips moving across your skin as he said, “Stop teasing or I’m taking you home.”

You wasted no time in repeating the action, rewarded when Marcus grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you out into the cool night air.

Are we fucking when we leave this club or nah?

Marcus couldn’t keep his hands off you in the Uber, which meant you were wet by the time the two of you were dropped off at his place. Once you were both inside, he pinned you against the front door, his hands wandering up your skirt. He kissed his way down your neck, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin.

“I’m not gonna make it to the bedroom,” Marcus groaned, taking your hand and leading you to the kitchen. He laid you back on the table, tugging your skirt and panties off. You let out a whimper when he spread your legs and the cool air hit your dripping pussy, his gaze on you as he lowered his face between your legs and his tongue flicked over your clit. “Do you like this, Angel?” he asked, sucking on your clit and smirking when you arched your back and gripped his hair. “There ya go - ride my face, baby...good girl.”

The praise sent you through the roof, your orgasm causing you to buck your hips against his face as you rode it out, Marcus’s name a mantra on your lips. After you caught your breath you were down on your knees, taking Marcus’s dick in your mouth. You licked the tip and throated it, loving the way he responded to your touch. Before he could cum, Marcus was pulling you off his cock before bending you over the kitchen table. You whimpered as the girth stretched you out. Marcus tugged on your hair, making sure your back was arched for the perfect angle for his dick to hit your g-spot.

“You gonna cum for me?”

“Yes! Marcus!” You cried out, your walls spasming around his cock as your second orgasm of the night hit you. It wasn’t long after that and his cum was coating your inner walls, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

“Fuck, that was so hot,” he praised, catching his breath. Your fingers traced over his tattoos as you stared up at him, both of you ready for round two.

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cherryxcadbury · 1 year

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When the Alcohol Kicks In

context: context: you get drunk one night, and you and Jude start arguing

2nd person POV

Getting drunk was a rare occurrence for you. One, you didn't drink very often, you had too much to worry about. Two, you had a very high alcohol tolerance. Five shots didn't phase you in the slightest.

However, on the rare occasions in which you did get drunk, it was bad.

You never intended to get as drunk as you did. By the time you left the house, you and your boyfriend Jude had gotten into a bit of a squabble. You had intentions of going out with your somewhat large group of friends, consisting of both males and females. That wasn't what Jude was worried about.

There was a certain someone in the group, Lewis, an acquaintance of yours that Jude didn't like.

"He's so clearly into you Y/N!" Jude had said before you left the house.

"Don't be ridiculous Jude, I hardly talk to him." You scoffed.

It was true. Out of all the people in your group, Lewis was the one you spoke to the least. You guys had gone to the same secondary school, but you barely knew each other. Let alone, be familiar enough with each other that he'd actually like you.

"I'm telling you Y/N, just watch!" Jude warned you.

"If you're so concerned just come Jude!" You shouted back at him.

Jude sighed, "You know exactly why I can't! The club would kill me."

You rolled your eyes. The man cared more about his club than you. Maybe you were over exaggerating a bit, but you didn't care.

***

The lot of you were at Suhana's place, dancing and drinking. It wasn't a party exactly, but a gathering of "close friends".

You were dancing with your two best friends, Tilly and Elijah. From any onlooker, it was more like bouncing around wildly. You were tipsy at this point, and that's where you'd stand. Elijah and Tilly left to grab more snacks from the kitchen while you continued bouncing around in your spot. You were very much an ambivert. Introverted to most but really quite social and extroverted with your friends.

You were enjoying just hopping around to the beat of the music when you felt someone's hands on both of your hips. You immediately turned and smacked both hands off.

You looked around to see if anyone had seen, you could only see someone having fallen asleep on the couch. Everyone else had been in the kitchen eating.

"What is wrong with you!" You hissed, stepping very far away from him.

Lewis shot you a lazy smirk. A disgusting one at that.

"Aw come on, Bellingham's not even here." He slurred, you could smell the alcohol in his breath.

He stepped closer to you, trying to touch your face and kiss you.

This time, you slapped him hard, and shoved him before shrieking.

"I hope you never see the light of day!" You spit, before the rest of your friends came running.

"What's happened?" Tilly frantically questioned.

"She slapped me!" Lewis defended himself, pointing fingers at you.

"He touched me and tried to kiss me!" You shouted in defense of yourself.

Lewis just smiled lazily again. Tilly, Suhana, and the others bolted in Lewis's direction to physically assault him. Elijah stopped them from getting too chaotic and kicked Lewis out. Everyone else then turned to you, who was leaning against the wall with your arms crossed in front of your chest. You were staring down at the ground, tears slowly escaping your eyes.

Jude was right. He was 100% right. And you had just ignored him and scoffed due to a silly little fight.

"You okay love?" Tilly asked, putting an arm around you.

You wiped your tears off before nodding.

"You want me to take you and Tilly home?" Elijah offered.

You shook your head.

"I just want a drink. Something strong." You requested, this was a mistake on your part.

The reason many people thought you had such good alcohol tolerance was because you stayed away from the strong stuff. Realistically, you were a lightweight.

"I have tequila." Suhana offered.

You nodded, following her for the glass.

***

Two hours later and many missed calls from Jude. Elijah and Tilly were walking you home, you were drunk out of your mind. They'd never seen you in such a state.

"This must've been her first time drinking tequila." Tilly whispered to Elijah as they helped you up to your flat.

"I always thought Y/N had a high tolerance." Elijah responded.

"Stop acting like I'm not here! I do have a high tolerance, I'm not a lightweight!" You protested.

"Calm down Y/N. It's been a long night. You just need some sleep." Tilly tried to soothe you.

The three of you stopped abruptly once you got to your flat door. Your friends turned to you for keys. You somehow managed to grab them out of your bag and began fumbling with them. Before you could even get it into the lock, the door swung open. There was Jude, stationed by the door with a relieved look on his face.

As it turned out, when you hadn't picked up your phone, he called the others and finally got a response from Suhana who said you were on your way home. Normally, he would've been asleep two hours earlier, but he stayed up, waiting for you to come home.

You walked in, avoiding eye contact, heading straight for the couch while Jude said his hellos and goodbyes to Elijah and Tilly.

"What the hell? You didn't pick up your phone! Do you know how worried I was! What the fuck is with you!" Jude gritted through his teeth.

All you wanted to do was run to him and cry in his arms about your crappy night, but you were too stubborn for that.

"I'm sorry! It was a long night, I must've forgotten or something!" You mumbled.

Jude's face began to soften as he heard the tremble in your voice.

But then he smelled the alcohol on your breath, that was enough to forget about the softness in your voice.

"Are you fucking kidding me. You're bloody drunk. That's why you did not pick up your phone." Jude shouted.

This was where you drew the line.

"I'm not drunk so shut the fuck up. I honestly can't with you! Stop acting like you own me!" You yelled at him, slamming the door as you made your way into the bathroom which was connected to yours and Jude's room.

You looked in the mirror and sighed at the reflection. You didn't wear makeup so it wasn't a terrible sight to behold. But, there was mascara running down your face. Your hair looked a little crazy, and you looked like a shell of your usual self.

Note to self, stay away from hard alcohol.

You pealed your clothes off, and got into the shower. Letting the hot water consume all of the negative thoughts. Once you were finished, you came out a new person, like your normal self. You wrapped your wet hair in a towel and left the bathroom to see Jude still up, scrolling on his phone.

He would never go to sleep without knowing you were safe.

You climbed in bed next to him, scooting close to him to hug him from his sides.

"I'm sorry." You said, burying your head in his neck.

He moved closer to you and kissed your forehead.

"I love you." He mumbled to you.

That brought a smile to your face, "I love you too, so much."

Jude grinned at you, coyly.

"So. What did happen?" Jude asked you with concern on his face.

You sighed, "You can't say I told you so."

Jude's smile immediately darkened. His face grew very easy.

"It was that son of a bitch wasn't it? I swear to god, I'll show him. The nerve he has, trying something on my girlfriend." Jude began muttering under his breath.

He sprang out of bed, getting a winter coat and shoes on. It was very clearly he was about to hunt Lewis down and very likely punch him senselessly.

Before he could get himself arrested, you grabbed Jude, slowly beckoning him to come back to bed.

"Please." You begged him, looking up at him with big emotional eyes.

Who was Jude to say no to that?

Jude sighed in defeat as a smile found its way on your face. You both went back to bed, you snuggled into his side, him with his arm wrapped around your body.

"We'll both go beat him up tomorrow, when we're well rested and have stronger punches." You smirked at Jude.

"That's my girl." Jude grinned before kissing you again.

it feels nice to be writing again

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httpsdana · 1 year

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please can u do prompt 56 with jude belligham love youuuu <3

Secret~Jude Bellingham

*GIF is not mine. credits to the owner*

ahhh I have such a soft spot for Jude. This takes place back during the world cup. I thought it would be more fun.I'm getting faster at writing that's exciting.

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this is my master list

56-"mate, that's my sister!"

y/n was the sister of the one and only Marcus Rashford. The star of Man United as well as the English National team.

y/n and Marcus had a close relationship. They were like best friends. She was always and I mean always there at his matches and practices.

So when her brother started his practice with the English team, she was excited to meet the new players and the old ones too.

The first guy that caught her eye, was Jude Bellingham. For some reason, she felt attracted to him. She felt a weird tension between him and her. And she knew he felt the same.

However, the first thing her brother said after sensing her attraction to his teammate was:

"don't even think of it. my rules never change: teammates are off limits"

This didn't stop her from getting closer to Jude. They got closer and closer until he eventually asked her out, and soon enough he asked her to be his girlfriend.

that's why, they had to keep their relationship a secret. Mostly from Marcus but that's not the point.

Back to the present time. It was the last minutes of the match between France and England, and it wasn't looking good for the English team.

After Harry Kane missed the penalty, they were trying their hardest. But the French defense was too much.

The referee blew his whistle, indicating that England was knocked out and Frace moved to the semi-finals.

y/n felt her heart break a bit as she saw the disappointment on her boyfriend's face. She moved her gaze from her lover to her brother, who looked like he was holding back tears.

She got up from her seat in the stands and walked down to the lockers where she would be meeting her brother.

She gave her brother a sympathetic smile when he walked to her.

"hey Marcus. how are you feeling?" she asked carefully, knowing he might snap at her.

He let out a sigh and rubbed his forehead. However he smiled at his sister making her relax a bit

"we could've won that but I won't blame Harry for that. They were too strong. But its fine still got a chance in the future" he gave her a small smile.

Knowing its not genuine, she gave him a big hug, tightening her grip around him when she heard his quiet sobs.

Soon they let go of each other, and Marcus left to take a shower and change his clothes.

y/n walked into the lockers while Marcus was showering. She saw her boyfriend sitting in the end of the room on one of the benches, with his face in his hands.

"aw baby" she mumbled walking closer to him.

She sat down next to him and wrapped her arm around his shoulder.

"hey baby. you were great out there. don't overthink anything. you still have a chance in the future. you're only 19 love" she whispered in his ear rubbing his shoulder in comfort

He raised his head from his hands and looked at her. His eyes were red and puffy meaning that he was crying

"oh darling don't cry please" she murmured pulling him into a hug. He started crying into her neck, his grip around her waist tightening when she ran her hand through his curls

"what is happening here?" a very angry voice made her snap her head towards its direction

A fuming Marcus was standing there with his arms crossed over his chest

Jude removed his head from his girlfriend's neck to look at him.

"mate, that's my sister!" Marcus snapped, making both of them flinch

"Marcus..." she said quietly getting up from Jude's embrace

"no no don't Marcus me right now. I've told you from day one that my teammates are off limits, yet you decided to mess with one of them" he hissed, furrowing his eyebrows at the couple in front of him

"mate she's not messing with me. we're dating. we have been for a few motnhs now. But she was too afraid to tell you because of how you would react. And now I see why she didn't tell you. Are you really gonna be angry because your sister is happy?" Jude got up from his seat and walked closer to his girl

He put his hand on her back and saw as Marcus's face softened a bit

"whatever. I'm not in the mood of fighting anyways. I'll let you two date. I'm gonna stop my sister from being happy, even if that meant that you'll be with one of my teammates" he smiled a bit as his sister's face lit up

she ran to her brother and wrapped her arms around his taller frame

"thank you thank you thank you" she rambled with a wide smile on her face

"finish whatever you're doing here and follow me. I'll be waiting in the car" he patted her head before walking out of the lockers

y/n turned to Jude who was mirroring her own smiles. She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly

"I love you Jude" she mumbled into his chest

He grabbed her head, removing it from his chest so he can see her face.

He attached their lips into a sweet kiss before kissing her forehead a couple times too.

"I love you more darling" he whispered

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footballerimaginess · 10 months

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would you be able to do a Father’s Day imagine w Marcus rashford were the reader and him announce there having a baby

Word Count: 292 "So how do you think we should announce it?" you asked him as you were laying in bed one evening as he gently rested your head on your non existent pregnancy bump. "I just want us to keep it quiet for a while" Marcus whispered against your stomach as he pressed his lips gently on your stomach.

"Oh are you sure?" you asked him, slightly hesitant. "I want to keep it just for us two for now, but I understand people will speculate because they always do it with us. They love trying to get involved, but I will be willing to do it for you" he smiled, raising his head slightly. "Oh really, we will need to take photos whenever you are ready obviously. As long as you feel okay, I need to understand how you are feeling" Marcus reassures you. "I am okay babe, we can take photos just simply one of the scan infront of my stomach or a baby rashford shirt" you smiled as you liked the suggestions that came to mind. "That sounds perfect, I like that. Shall we go into the stadium and do it? Someone can help us with it" Marcus said with the biggest grin on his face. - A few days had passed and Marcus had sorted it out with the club that he was going to print a small United shirt with DADDY 10 on the back. "Oh this is so cute and small omg" you squealed once he came home to show you as you took it off of him. "Okay let's take a photo and both upload it" you smiled as you grabbed the scan photo and put it beside the shirt. yourinstagram and marcusrashford: Baby Rashford December 2023

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libraryofloveletters · 3 months

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The Time For Giving

Marcus Rashford x Fem!Reader

Warnings: exes bumping into each other, christmas traditions, some sadness at the end but life goes on, mentions of Man U's horrible run of games lmao

Word Count: 460

Author's Note: this is a random one, idk why I picked this one for marcus but when I was looking up prompts, this one screamed marcus to me so here we are.

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The last place you expected to bump into him was the exact place you seem to find him.

When you and Marcus were dating you had a tradition - you’d go to the bakery by your house and buy pastries for Christmas morning on Christmas Eve.

Typically the two of you went after Marcus was done training, but seeing that you had work this year and you and Marcus weren't together anymore, you figured you'd go after you were done work.

There you were in line at the bakery, waiting to pick out your pastries when you heard the laugh come from behind you. You didn't need to turn around to know who was behind you but you took a quick glance, your heart skipping a beat.

Ignoring the feeling in your chest, you go about your reason for being there. The woman behind the counter smiles at you, picking out the sweets you picked; sugar cookies, gingerbread, danishes and the last 4 chocolate croissants.

"Beat me to it, hm?" You hear the person behind you speak, you turn to see Marcis behind you with a smile on his face.

"What do you mean?"

"Chocolate croissants," he chuckles.

"Oh," you smiled. "I can share, if you want."

Marcus nods, smiling. The woman behind you was so used to seeing the two of you together, as it had been for the last 6 christmases, that she rang your orders up together. Before you could correct her, Marcus hands her the cash, asking her for an extra bag and picks up the boxes to carry them over to a table.

"Let me pay you ba-" "Don't," Marcus stops you, his hand on yours. "It's fine, consider it a thank you for the croissants."

You nod, opening the boxes to place two of the croissants in his box. "How have you been?" He asks, watching as you carefully close the boxes; your nails painted red and green with silver snowflakes on them.

"I'm okay, I've been busy with work. How are you?"

"Eh," Marcus shrugs, putting his box into a bag.

"I can imagine, I've seen the last few games." You gave him a small smile and that was all he needed to know, though it made him feel a bit better knowing that you were still supporting him and the team despite being apart.

Your hand rests on his bicep, giving it a soft squeeze, "I hope things get better." "Me too," he nods, smiling at you.

Marcus walked you out, opening the door for you as you stepped out. There's a moment of awkwardness and tension before he pulls you into a hug, catching you off guard.

"Merry Christmas, y/n."

You smile, stepping back from the hug. "Merry Christmas, Marcus."

And with that, the two of you were off in separate directions, both wishing you had made things work.

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waytoobsessedwithfootballers · 1 year

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Imagine with Marcus Rashford where you're first meeting is of him almost running you over. Thxx

"OH MY GOD" Marcus cried as he screeched to a halt he rushed to jump out the car.

"Are you okay ?" He asked petrified of the answer "am I okay ? Am I okay? You just hit me with your car" you snapped back.

"I'm so sorry can you stand up?" He asked hoping he hadn't broke anything. He held his hand out to you. You grabbed hi out stretched hand and pulled yourself up.

"Holy shit" you whimper tears coming yours eyes a pain bloomed straight through your thigh where the car hit you. He put his hands around your waist holding you up.

"I'll take you to A&E" he said helping you into his car without a second thought. His heart was racing he felt so bad that this had happened.

He pulled up the MRI and rushed in to get help. He grabbed the wheelchair that he was given and got you inside you thought he would leave but he didn't he sat with you.

"You can go people will start to notice you" you said not looking at him. "No" he said "I hurt you I'll stay and I don't mind if people recognise me" he responds feeling so guilty.

"So what's your name" he asks realising that he never asked you that in his panic "I'm Lilly" you said looking at him "I'm marcus" he said "but I'm guessing you new that " he responds with a cheeky grin looking at your face turn red.

Before you can respond your name is called and he wheels you in to the room not leaving you at all.When they decided they need to keep you in so they can do some tests to see if it is just bruised.

"Do you need anything else" he asks after you finally convince him it was okay to leave "no I'm fine I promise the pain killers will kick in and I'll be asleep soon."

"Thank you for everything" you say "I hit you with my car it was the least I could do" he responds before leaving.

You assumed that would be the last time you saw him but just when you where ready to leave he came in to your room "are you ready to go" he asked "what" you asked dumbstruck "I'm here to take you home they said take it easy for the next week so I wanted to help" he said "I uh I can't accept that" you stuttered out not really believing what he said.

"No I want to help I thought maybe we could get to know each other" he said playing with the sleeve of his jacket. "I'd really like that" you respond.

He helped you out the hospital and back into his car and he drove you home to your small apartment and helped you inside.

"Would you like some breakfast" he asked pulling his phone out " I know some good places to eat" " yeah sure just let me know how much it is" you say but he just hummed in response " why don't you pick a movie" he said and that's how the rest of the morning went eating some food and watching a movie.

He gave you some pain killers and made sure you had everything you needed. " I need to go now but I'll call you later" he said "thank you so much for everything" you said and he left to go and do what he needed to.

You both tell this story alot of how you and he met its something you both laugh at now.

#marcus rashford one shot #marcus rashford imagine #marcus rashford #marcus rashford blurb #football blurb #football imagine #football imagines #football

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blueaetherr · 2 years

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my affection

pairing: marcus rashford x fem!reader [she/her]

warning(s): none

summary: the one where marcus loves his partner despite never declaring so

Situated comfortable in the living room of their home was Marcus and Y/N watching All The Bright Places. Focus on the movie, however, was limited and sometimes simply gone astray, the movie soon acting as cosy background music. Ignoring everything all around them—the poetically tragic movie, their phones discarded on the floor—they laughed with no control, fed each other for the fun of it, bumped and shoved with romantic intent and caved into one another for that warmth and affection.

Within and beyond the relationship were Y/N and Marcus; close and intimate, together alone, all too friendly and inward to one another. They, respectfully, were way past the age of the relationship. They appeared to act like an elderly couple despite their youth. A bit of maturity and understanding surrounding everything they were together, highlights of their love found in small yet special moments like saying happy birthday at midnight to the two sharing a slice of cake at dawn hours. There was range to all of it.

All of that made up silence in love. A high sense of modesty amongst them, highlighting one's love for the other with simple gestures. Actions beyond their age while matching their personalities. There wasn't much to say; they were genuine and simple in everything they said and did. A model couple that everyone else wanted to mirror. By other perspectives, they were deemed as perfect by being everything that wasn't expected of them.

The aspect of their relationship that prevailed in the eyes of many was silence in love. It was a variety of things if asked by different people. Romanticising one's lack of spines to ask someone out, allowing fate and fortune to navigate their love lives, being the quiet one in the relationship. Really, being silent in love could mean anything, and Marcus was everything that came with the label.

Eyes on the TV, Y/N reached into the bowl of popcorn only to find that it was now just a bowl. She frowned before letting out a small huff. She went to stand up only to yelp when she felt herself being pulled down by Marcus.

His grip around her grew stronger (with neither aggression nor force) when she questioned his antics. "No, no, no. Where are you going?" he asked with a small tone. A sight of innocence that was deceiving and genuine all at once.

"I'm out of popcorn," she said and showed him the bowl. She rattled a bowl full of empty space. "I'm tryna get more."

When she tried to get up again, he tugged her down again. She glanced at him with a blank stare. "No, stay. Just-- just stay, please," Marcus said with his voice slowly fading away. There was evident fatigue lingering around and his constant blinks didn't help his case when he tried to prove otherwise.

"I guess I'm not hungry anymore," she mumbled to herself. A few minutes later, she took another look at Marcus to notice him sleeping. He shifted in his sleep as he held a secure grasp around her waist. She shook her head laughing as she ran her fingers through his hair, glancing back at the TV to leave him in solace.

Some confused silence in love with absence of love; a lack of that love and affection from the other. Maybe a form of avoidance to curve any unresolved relationship issues. Unreciprocated love, if you will. That Marcus wasn't into his girlfriend and Y/N tolerated her boyfriend not returning the same energy—unbalanced weight to love. Though this wasn't the case with Marcus and Y/N. Actually, it was quite the opposite when glanced at from a different perspective.

Anything with the mention of love was still love regardless. Eros, philia, storage, agape—whatever it may be. All different with the common factor of fondness for someone else. It was difficult to understand when not experienced though it wasn't hard to grasp from afar.

Silently in love, the perfect way to describe Marcus. It wasn't dull or stagnant; instead, it came to be exciting and in motion all at the same time. He gave the relationship a sense of solace and soft vibes as the mellow atmosphere translated the mood, personifying the true sense of R&B tunes. Spoken love was rare and significant for the two, creating a safe environment for discussion.

Where there was silence in affection, there was deep trust and loyalty. Neither Marcus nor Y/N worried if the other strayed towards another person; his behaviour wasn't underwhelming nor was her own overwhelming or desperate. They were far too deep into their relationship—into one another—to not understand how much they felt about the other, to not know that they were adored and cherished in every way possible.

Sure, between him and Y/N, Marcus was the reserved one and that was simply a part of his persona. But he was quiet yet loud in every aspect of the relationship. Almost every close and intimate action started because of Marcus. He tilted his head in awe of Y/N because of her elegance, features and primal nature; he appreciated her body figure with a simple grasp or squeeze; reserved yet never held back when it came to pointing out everything he doted about her; he clung onto her body when he wasn't ready to pull away.

There was no need for Marcus to lift up his voice to let Y/N know how he felt. He was just more outspoken through body talk, expression and experience than through words. And that was where his need for constant affection, touch and feeling of being wanted—or being clingy—came to be.

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macybeckham7 · 1 year

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rashy fucking you back to sleep pleasee 🤭

You woke Marcus up by your constant fidgeting in the bed beside him. He lets out a small sigh and rolls over and question ‘What is wrong?’ he asks as he knew that you had something on your mind that was keeping you awake. He pulls you into his arms and gently starts trailing patterns on your skin, and playing with your hair which often made you fall asleep. But clearly it wasn’t helping. He lifts you head up and kisses you passionately, he rolls you over, leaving kisses over you. ‘Well I have another way to get you to sleep’ he whispers in your ear which makes a shiver run up your spine. You wrap your legs around him and pulls him closer to you. Your moans were loud as the bed squeaks and the headboard hits in wall. He pulls you closer to him as you were coming down from your high, and within seconds you were asleep.

#marcus rashford imagines #marcus rashford blurb #marcus rashford

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riahollywood · 1 year

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hi! 🙋🏻‍♀️ been sent over from the world of wattpad. looking forward to exploring more…

i’m ria, an unfortunate man united fan with a crush on far too many men way out of my league

big fan of the faces of:

erling haaland

jack grealish

marcus rashford

christian pulisic

kylian mbappe

jude bellingham

martin odegaard

john stones

blurbs/requests coming soon… in the meantime for any of my Erling girlies, check out my ongoing fic {warning, smut involved 👀}

flatline - an Erling Haaland fic

https://www.wattpad.com/story/335891901-flatline-•-erling-haaland

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sanchosbae · 1 year

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Who I write for

Achraf Hakimi

Abdelhamid Sabiri

Marcus Rashford

Jadon Sancho

Jude Bellingham

Jesse lingard

Jobe Bellingham

That’s all for now!

#achraf hakimi #abdelhamid sabiri #sabiri x reader #marcus rashford #jadon sancho x reader #jude bellingham #jesse lingard x reader #jadon sancho blurb #jobe bellingham #england #jadon sancho oneshot #jadon sancho fanfiction

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sanchoj7 · 1 year

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Can you guys recommend me any Virgil Van Dijk fix on here or even on wattpad plz ?!

#football imagine #premier league #football #football blurb #liverpool #trent alexander arnold #champions league #virgil van dijk #Virgil #liverpool fc #masonmount #jude bellingham #england nt #jadon sancho #marcus rashford #tyrone mings #ben chilwell #jack grealish

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i0veless · 1 year

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➛ MARCUS RASHFORD ABC (FLUFF EDITON)

𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ none ] 𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ requested by @lcvertrl "can you do abc fluff for marcus rashford" okay I am not a united fan by any means but to celebrate them winning a trophy (finally) heres come rashford content ]

➛ previous | taglist | masterlist | next

a :: attractive ➛ what do they find attractive about the other?

you found his confidence and his sense of humour attractive, while he thought your eyes and your smile were adorable.

b :: baby ➛ do they want a family? why/why not?

later down the line absolutely. but not just yet, they wanna get the timing right as having a child is a big step in their relationship. I feel like marcus would want to be a girl dad but ultimately he couldn't mind as long as you were happy.

c :: camera ➛ how do they document their relationships? who likes to take pictures? or videos?

marcus has multiple folders on his phone dedicated to photos of you doing anything to everything. probably prefers taking photos but has his fair share of videos too. while you, on the other hand not so much sure there may be a few but not nearly as many as marcus.

d :: dates ➛ what are their dates like?

a mixed bag really, but leaning towards the more classic romantic date. dinner (more to going out than staying in), picnics, beach days, spa nights and going on short holidays abroad, being a few.

e :: early ➛ what was the first month of dating like?

easygoing and light-hearted. taking time to get to know each other and savouring the small moments. dates almost twice a week, self-care night while watching movies after a tough match.

f :: friends ➛ how is their relationship with each other’s group of friends?

his friends like you instantly. They could tell how happy their friend was with you. you also had a similar sense of humour and were easy to gel with. but your friends, on the other hand, were a bit more hesitant. they made him earn their approval, as they were still under the impression that he was just another fuck boy footballer.

g :: gifts ➛ do they like giving each other gifts? what kind?

expensive. yet still sentimental, designers are a must and anything you want you will get. but will still give you the occasional very thought-out gift that will leave you short of breath and teary eyes.

h :: hugs ➛ all things involving hugs

back hug. the best kind. marcus is taller than you, so naturally, your body just sinks into his chest and softens under his warm embrace, which will probably lead to cuddling on the sofa. but he also is an avid enjoyed of all things hugs as closeness is something he loves to share with you.

i :: impression ➛ what was their first impression?

neutral, you were introduced by a mutual friend at a party, and the two of you weren't exactly sober. so the alcohol may have been the one swaying you to say it was a good one. but the first sober encounter was a good one at one of his matches after winning an important match.

j :: jealousy ➛ who gets jealous easier? how do they show their jealousy?

I would say that neither of you is really jealous unless someone is overstepping the boundaries. marcus is protective of you, not in an overbearing way but in a way that he cares for your safety and never wants you to feel uncomfortable by the advances made on him or you.

k :: kiss ➛ how do they kiss? who usually initiates?

depends if their in a rush, short and sweet pecks on the lips or checks. but if they have time-long and sensual kisses filled with passion and as for who initiates them, I would say it's 50/50 you are both comfortable with sharing intimacy and aren't afraid of expressing your physical affection for them.

l :: love ➛ how do they first say those three words?

marcus didn't really plan it he just stated it out there after spending a night together. and he had you smiling like an idiot, and of course, you said it back, and the rest is history.

m :: memory ➛ what’s their favourite memory together?

after winning the carbo cup, marcus couldn't keep his hands off you the whole night was spent with his teammates and you as you celebrated the well-deserved win, and it was also the night that marcus proposed.

n :: nicknames ➛ things they call each other

marcus would definitely call you stuff like angel, darling, baby, my love. while I feel like marcus loves nicknames on you he would hate them on himself the only few exceptions being babe and rashy otherwise just call him by his name.

o :: one ➛ tell us about the moment they realized they were with the one

a cold winter night, and marcus and you were watching a movie, the nightmare before christamas and the two of you were arguing if it was a charismas or halloween movie. as the two of you plead your case, rashford couldn't help but watch how you matched his intensity and passion. and it was there, and then he knew you were the one.

p :: pda ➛ public displays of affection between the two

not super public but also not afraid to show people you are his; holding hands is common, and maybe a peck on the lips as well. as sometimes may make out with you in a dark ally way if drunk enough. hand on waist, 24/7.

q :: quite ➛ do they break up? almost break up? what happened?

Low points in marcus's career would definitely strain the two of you, and would it lead to a breakup? maybe if the two of you do not address the issues and continue to ignore them. also, the media constantly talks about marcus and other women. which would make anyone insecure in their own right.

r :: romance ➛ how romantic are they? what would they do to make their partner happy? cliché or rather creative?

very romantic. just like the movies. marcus is a gentleman first footballer later. and knows how to treat his partner. maybe very cliche and predictable but it still makes you happy.

s :: support ➛ are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? do they believe in them?

100% supportive of each other no matter what they choose to do, even if it's without each other, and support each other publicly and privately, being an honest opinion if they ever need it.

t :: texting ➛ do they text each other a lot? What do they usually talk about over the phone?

when marcus is abroad for a match, they text all the time, not so much as call (maybe once or twice), but they def do check-ins though out the day otherwise, not so much. I imagine the two of you moved in together when it started getting serious, so there was no need to text when you were face-to-face 24/7.

u :: unique ➛ tell us about a habits that they have

marcus wakes up super early and always makes breakfast even if he has training. while you on the other hand are obsessed with soft things and marcus may or may not feed into that when he buys you gifts.

v :: vanity ➛ something they’re proud of in themselves and their partner

shows off his partner every time he gets, talk about them like they have done it all. But when it comes to himself marcus is very humble even though you do brag a fair bit about his achievements.

w :: wedding ➛ tell us about your wedding head canon if they’ve gotten that far. or if not, have they talked about it?

definitely getting married, similar to their thoughts on having kids. they want it, but not just yet. they are both young and have a lot to live for, so they don't want to rush it and possibly fuck up the relationship. but eventually, they will tie the knot with a low wedding with a lot of high-profile guests.

x :: x ➛ something they hate about the other

you greatly value alone time, and sometimes marucs may not take the hint, which leads to a bit of agitation but nothing the two can't solve. and it's a no-brainer that marcus is very busy, so sometimes he hates when you sometimes give him a hard time for 'not putting in effort' but once again his scedual is clear he will spend all the time in the world making it up to you.

y :: youtube ➛ what are they like online? Do they post about their relationship constantly?

you and marcus are both very busy, yet you still find a way to post about each other constantly. whether it's an insta story, tiktok, or tweet, you keep some part of your relashiship private to avoid the public knowing everything about your two relationships.

z :: zoo ➛ are they into animals? Do they want pets? What kind?

marcus is definitely more of a dog person. He already has a dog (saint), and I think he would want a couple more, but I can't see the two of you going past three. As it is a lot of effort to maintain dogs, but overall very much enjoys keeping them as part of his family.

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httpsdana · 1 year

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Master List

this is my master list. I write for more footballers and drivers but these are the only ones that I've wrote about till now

you can request from my prompt list

ps: please request for people other than Gavi and Pedri too

Football

One Shots

Pedri Gonzalez

Maybe I Am

Mine

Boys Night Out

Issues

Favorite Torres Sibling

Only For Me

Football Crush

Stop That

Pablo Gavi

Rage and Jealousy

Sunshine

Pretty Boyfriend

Soulmate

Not Meant To Be

Babysitter

Lazy Mornings

Coffe Date

Scent

Meeting the Fam

Madridista ft. Carlos Sainz

Softie

Offical

Sleepless Nights

Just Sugar

Interview

Insecure

Mason Mount

Stream

Fifa And Cuddles

Biting

Knocked Out

João Fèlix

Drunk Nights

Another Loss

Scared

Stay

Jude Bellingham

Secret

Kidnapper

Fans' Favorite

Heartbeat

Sal o Azúcar ?

Marcus Rashford

My Own

Teasing

Drunk Confessions

Photographer

Commitment

Paulo Dybala

Childhood Besties...Or Lovers?

Lucas Paqueta

Baby

Antony Santos

Unexpected

Hakim Ziyech

Our First

First Ramadan

Clingy

Eric Garcia

Perfect

Drunk In Love

Flirt

Bad Day

Cleaning Time

Idiot

Loved

Misunderstanding

All-Nighter

Ferran Torres

Favorite Medicine

Cure

Kylian Mbappe

French

The One

Tickles

Julian Alvarez

Champion

Alejandro Garnacho

Habit

Alejandro Balde

Braids

Clingy

Date

Erling Haaland

Kitten

Frenkie De Jong

Come Here

Achraf Hakimi

Oblivious

Rasmus Højlund

Crazy In Love

Danish Love

First Of Many

Hector Fort

Tattoos

Only Yours

Series

Ferran Torres:

Unspoken Temptations pt 1

Unspoken Temptations pt 2

Unspoken Temptations pt 3

Unspoken Temptations pt 4

Unspoken Temptations pt 5

Unspoken Temptations pt 6

Unspoken Temptations pt 7

Unspoken Temptations pt 8

Unspoken Temptations pt 9

Unspoken Temptations pt 10

Unspoken Temptations pt 11

Formula 1

Max Verstappen

Puppy Fever

Lando Norris

Attention

Post Shower Cuddles

Oscar Piastri

DNF

Surprise!

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