#marcus rashford x fem!reader

[blueaetherr]

24 hours

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

warning(s): none

summary: the one where we witness one of their last few moments together as just a couple

During late hours, a walk through the park always remained Y/N and Marcus' way to end their day. Kids slowly trailing away created a kind silence to wander through in a pair, the vibes absolutely immaculate with the local black hair shop playing the best R&B tunes around the corner. By 5pm the sky was dark yet humbly pleasant to witness and admire, meshing well with the street lights to signal the winter season. Holding a whole park– its swings, its slide, its roundabout– to themselves was simply all too much fun to turn away from.

As they strolled through the park, sharing some conversation and banter, Y/N found Marcus drifting a bit, both far and near. So much so that Y/N had to ask, squeezing his hand or nudging his shoulder, "Are you okay? What's up?" She couldn't detect anything wrong; he wasn't sick and they'd both woken up from a nap for him to be so tired. Everything seemed perfectly fine. To her, besides the possibility of anything being seriously wrong with her partner (which she saw as unlikely), it was a normal today, a normal walk.

But it wasn't a normal walk in the park for Marcus, it just couldn't. It didn't feel like their usual walk in the park. Difficult for him to concentrate, difficult for him to not drift away. There were so many things stuck on the brain, as always. But there remained one thing that had him specifically all in his thoughts and feelings—the fact that this walk, the one they took every other evening, would be their final walk together as a regular couple.

That within the next few hours, if all went well, Y/N would no longer be his girlfriend and he would no longer be her boyfriend. They would still be partners—a couple—sure, but the title itself would hold a meaning so much more deep and complex; Y/N would be his fiancée and Marcus would be her fiancé.

At the thought of all of that, Marcus had to take a deep breath and replied with a small nod, "Yeah, we're good here," because he didn't want her to worry, there was nothing wrong with him yet at the same time, there was. He didn't want his nerves to flare up and cause her to suspect something.

Really, he took the deep breath because it was a lot to take in. What he was planning on doing in the coming hours, what would follow after the titles of boyfriend and girlfriend would no longer be valid—it consumed his thoughts, constantly dragging him out of reality.

"Are you sure about this? You think you're ready for this?" They were variations of questions that Marcus had been approached with for the last few months, and others were right to do so. Marriage was something you needed to deeply consider; it could mend a broken heart for some yet it remained a heartbreaker for others. It could form all good or bad things depending on the relationship. It could be infinite and string beyond death, or it could end before it even began.

Was Marcus prepared for all of that? All of that responsibility, the union, the commitment that he couldn't back away from once he was in it. Would he be ready, to handle all the hardships that came with a healthy relationship?

At first glance, at first thought really, it was hard for him to take in all those questions and provide an answer with a clear mind. You needed to be calm, comfortable and confident enough and all at the same time to answer such heavy questions.

Yet somehow, Y/N found a way to ease his mind without even realising it.

'Cause when Marcus would hear her laughs floating in the night sky, his ears and heart grew happy. When she went down the slide so carelessly and lacking fear of judgement, his inner child suddenly wasn't so shy anymore and eventually, he would join her and her fun rather than witness it. When she would quietly say hey, I love you, he personally wanted to cave in for how she so easily got him in his feelings. Whenever he would watch her let their hands sway in the night, he realised how perfectly well bonded and interlinked they were.

In truth, she was holding him by his heart. Not forcefully but with care; he allowed himself to be vulnerable around her, something that was largely exclusive between them. In her presence, he could be himself and more. With a few simple words, she encouraged him to do things he never would have thought of doing before. For these reasons and more, it was not a drag for Marcus to find Y/N poetically wonderful and pretty in all aspects.

So with her, his mind was clear. If he started drifting, she could get his mind, calm, comfortable and confident all within a few seconds. This night, during their normal walk in the park, there was no doubt in mind that he wanted to marry her.

Sat at the top of the slide, Y/N turned her glance to Marcus. Her lips grew wide as her cheeks dipped inward. The moon in the sky did great justice against his brown eyes, seeing everything and beyond in his irises. "You doing okay? What's got you feeling this way?"

His mind was so clear. His thoughts and his worries, his expectations and his purpose—it was all so clear for Marcus, so sure about his decisions that he wanted to discard his plans for tomorrow and just say right then and there, "Y/N, will you marry me?" Nothing was stopping him. The opportunity was right in front of him, he just had to take it.

But he held back and told himself just give it 24 hours. The ring safe with his friend, the decorations his mom picked out, the beautiful location, the carefully thought out speech. Y/N deserved some appreciation and affection than just some words spoken from the top of a slide. So with tomorrow's plans in mind, he smiled and brought her closer. Who knew you could give life to the already living. "Everything's all good, Y/N. Everything's gonna be alright."

[cher-rei]

27 w trent :)

date night [ T.A.A ]

I like the way you stare into my eyes [soren– beabadoobee]

pairing: trent alexander arnold x fem!reader

summary: date night? but on a baking show? and he's flirting with you?

genre(s): flufffffff

[wc: 1.9k]

notes: my little take on lando's chicken shop date a few months ago xxx

baking up chemisty: date night. that was this evening's episode and you were all too excited because of the guest that the director was able to reach out to. you'd had your fair share of football players on the show and it was so much fun.

it was a fan favourite to have you bring out a different side to the usual personal football players put up on camera, so it was highly requested. just last week you baked a horrible excuse for a lava cake with marcus rashford which was all too fun.

not too long after the episode aired, twitter was blowing up over the interaction and thanking you for having him as a guest wherein fact it should be the other way around. viewers loved that you didn't shy away from any of your guests and praised you for the chemistry you tended to have with them instead of keeping it formal.

so when the guest of this week's episode was announced, you bet that the show had a trending hashtag again.

you stood in front of the camera, behind the counter of the kitchen-styled set that felt so close to home. you accounted for all the ingredients on the counter one last time before it was quiet on set, everyone's eyes on the director.

"action."

"good evening everyone." a smile set on your lips, "and welcome back to 'date night'!"

from the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of this evening's guest who had you feeling a little more nervous than usual. "tonight, we have a very special guest joining us, a football star known for his skills on the field and his charm off it."

a hearty chuckle came from him off-camera that sent your heart leaping but your eyes remained on the camera. "and before anyone asks–" you sighed in mock disappointment. "no, it isn't mason mount. trust me, I tried."

behind the camera once again, there were a few laughs that lightened the mood of the studio. that's what you loved most about it– the atmosphere and how there wasn't a set script. when you were hired, your director, lewis shaw, gave you one clear instruction– "go with the flow."

and that's exactly what you found yourself doing for every shoot. having genuine conversations with your guests and keeping the atmosphere lighthearted and entertaining. it helped a great deal in making it less suffocating, and more rewarding.

which is why you loved your job so much, being a presenter was one thing. but being given the freedom to do as pleased as long as you do it well was a privilege.

"please welcome trent alexander-arnold!"

the studio was filled with cheer as they greeted the right back as he made his way beside you, adorning a bashful smile and the two of you exchanged a friendly hug that you tried to keep as professional as possible.

after the formalities were set aside it was time to properly start with the segment, and to do so you quickly grabbed something from one of the cabinets and handed it to trent who was more than familiar with what was in the box.

he mocked a gasp and delicately held up the black apron. it wasn't just plain, however, on the right pocket side there was your name and his embroidered beneath it with a heart.

"I've never felt so special my entire life," he said teasingly. "I can't believe I have matching aprons with everyone who was on this show."

you couldn't help but roll your eyes at his comment. it was customary that everyone got an apron with a similar design, only with their name on it. you shook your head to the side and bit back your smile as you looked at him. "yours is different though."

trent cocked his head to the side amused. "oh really?"

you gestured to the apron, "there's a heart on yours, and–" you fished something else from the cabinet and held it up proudly, "we're matching. you're the only guest I have matching aprons with."

a chuckle left his lips once again and you felt something tug at your heart. he was standing beside you so casually, amused by an apron and your quips and you couldn't help but wonder what it looked like from the viewers' perspective.

soon after you were done putting your aprons on, you began with the interview part. eager questions and playful answers leaving your mouths as if it were just the two of you in the studio. " I have to ask. have you any experience in the kitchen? this is a safe space, don't worry."

he looked down at the rolling pin in his hands and gave a lopsided smile. " I'm afraid not. I'm more comfortable on the pitch than I am with a rolling pin."

it was your turn to laugh, your hands absentmindedly adding the dry ingredients into the bowl while trent passed them on. "I mean we're only baking chocolate chip cookies. I'm sure you'll be fine."

he leant in a bit closer, watching carefully as you measured the amount of baking powder to add in. "chocolate chip cookies are actually a favourite in my family. a close friend of mine once baked a batch for a family movie night and ever since then my mum and brothers see it as an essential when she comes over."

a flush of pink rose to your cheeks instantly but you tried to play it off and cleared your throat. "wow she must be really good then."

trent shrugged his shoulders with a flick of mischief in his eyes. "she's okay I guess."

you glared at him from the corner of your eye and handed the bowl to trent so that he could put it in the mixer with the slow adding of the wet ingredients. "well then, what's your idea of the perfect date?"

you listened as he hummed in thought, adding to the whir of the mixer until it was done.

"I think just spending your time with someone special you know? it doesn't have to be anything fancy. just good company and good conversation."

his answer prompted you to nod in agreement. "I'm heavy on the good company part."

the space between the two of you decreased immensely, as you were now standing flush against his side while gathering the batter and putting it onto the cooking tray.

"oh really?" he questioned suddenly which caught you off guard. "what do you look for in a partner?"

your head quipped to look at him with your eyebrows raised but he innocently continued with putting the batter down. a scoff left your lips. "I'm supposed to be interviewing you right now."

"interview?" he asked and spared you a quick glance. "I thought this was a date, love."

you froze in your spot, unable to fully comprehend what was happening because all you wanted to do was wipe that smile off his face. but you had to carry on. once again you found yourself clearing your throat, watching as trent took the initiative to put the tray in the oven.

"well then?" he asked.

"I'm not picky." you walked over to the sink and put some soap on your hands while he did the same. "just someone genuine and passionate. I need to feel loved, not just be in love. and how about you?"

a low hum echoed from beside you and he put on the tap and rinsed the soap from them. he locked eyes with you and grinned, "someone who can keep up with me, both on and off the pitch. and maybe someone who can bake a decent batch of cookies."

you playfully rolled your eyes. "well I think most people can manage that. so, what do you value most?"

unlike yours at the moment, trent's expression softened and before you knew it your hands were in his beneath the running tap, lukewarm water having no match for the feeling of his hands on yours.

"honesty and trust," he looked up at you with his nose scrunched. "and a sense of humour never hurts."

you looked up at him with your eyes slightly squinted, sharing a moment of silent communication, but I know something that will.

not too long after, the episode wrapped up and you bid your goodbye to the viewers until next week, while also thanking trent for joining you for the evening.

he was more than delighted to be as modest as he could and waved it off with a, "the pleasures all mine. we should really do this again sometime."

it took a lot for you not to roll your eyes at him but you remained professional until you heard the director yell, "and cut! that's a wrap, well done, everyone!"

at that. your shoulders relaxed with a heavy sigh. this was by far the most stressful episode that you'd ever filmed, which completely went against your original statement.

you watched as the rest of the camera crew flooded to the break room, leaving you and trent alone on set. when it was all clear you turned to look at him with your lips pursed.

"one job. you had one job," you said blatantly but he couldn't suppress his smile, his hand instinctively finding yours on the kitchen counter and putting it in his.

your eyes bored into his, the sound of a familiar laugh leaving his lips before ge placed a gentle kiss on your hand. "you wanted chemistry and I gave you chemistry. I think I did my job very well actually."

"oh really?" you quipped sarcastically but that wasn't enough to get at him, in fact it only amused him even more.

the space between you lessened in a matter of seconds, his hands were now draped around your waist and slowly reaching for the back of your apron that was still on. he nodded in agreement and continued to gently untie your apron.

"but what did you expect?" he asked again and placed it on the counter. "how was I supposed to act natural around you? you're literally my girlfriend, so this is natural for me."

you couldn't bite back your smile anymore, not with the excited gleam in his eyes. "but you could've toned it down a bit, trent."

his eyes widened slightly and a quick peck was placed on your cheek. "tone it down?" he shook his head at your response, saying that he was being way too obvious but he didn't care. you'd been together for nearly 3 years, so he'd be more than delighted to have people finally find out.

"and miss the opportunity to tease you like this? baby you were an absolute blushing mess and I enjoyed every single moment."

no way you were blushing that much. you refused to believe it, and said that it was just his way of trying to embarrass you right now. you pulled away from his grasp and began to pack up your things, your boyfriends loving gaze watching you as you complained about his behavior.

he wasn't really paying attention, but he loved seeing how riled up you were and considered this as payback for every single day that you've been together that you've had him blushing like an idiot. it was only fair that he got you back eventually.

"I really wished that we had mason mount on today," you muttered and his smile immediately dropped.

"woah there," he interjected in disapproval and you turned to look at him with your arms crossed. "but we had fun today!"

"yeah but I would've had fun with mason too."

"incorrect."

your eyebrows raised at trent's sudden quip, "you can't just say--"

"wrong," he interrupted again with a smile, watching you from the other side of the counter."

you shook your head to the side as he made his way to your side, the same cheeky smile plastered on his face. "you're such a child I swear."

he hummed contently and took your bag, using his free hand to hold yours as he usually did. you felt another jolt in your stomach, the swarm of butterflies only worsening when trent pressed a light kiss to your temple. "it takes one to know one, love."

[libraryofloveletters]

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.

[corriganatheart]

Valentine’s Day - Jude Bellingham x reader

Synopsis: Speeding your first Valentine with Jude ♥️

Pairings: Jude Bellingham x fem!reader

Genre: Short romance story

Warnings ⚠️: cursing, mention of sexual content

❦ “Just rent Queen Elizabeth’s palace man,” Trent says causing Jude to glare at him once again. “I’m telling you, girls love palaces.”

❦ Jude rolls his eyes at his friend and continues to scroll through the group chat. The boys are having a panicked marathon because Valentine’s Day is in a couple of days, and they don’t know what to do for their significant others. Haaland had suggested a few things to Jude, but unfortunately, they all consist of what Haaland would want for Valentine and not what you would want. His England teammate, Marcus Rashford, is planning a beach date with his girlfriend and ending the day with a proposal, and Jude knew very well you would be freaked out if he did that.

❦ “How original; Kane said a dinner date,” Trent chuckled. Jude murmured some curse words under his breath and tilt his head back on the couch. He was nervous because this was your first Valentine as a couple, and he wanted to go all out, but he also didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. It has only been eight months since you guys started dating, and he was afraid that the publicity was overwhelming for you. Jude had posted you a couple of times on Instagram, and although the heat had been going down, there was still negative comments from time to time. “Maybe I should make it intimate and cozy,” Jude mumbles. “Sesh, at least buy her dinner first,” Trent said sarcastically. Jude laughs and continues to scroll through the group chat; a couple of his single friends joke that they’re happy not to be going through this. “Huh, even Jobe knows what to do for his girlfriend,” Trent mumbled. Jude irritatedly closed his eyes and asked himself why he had requested Trent to come over in the first place. Trent didn’t even have a girlfriend, to begin with, and was planning to party at a club. “Buy her a Chanel bag; girls love expensive shit,” Trent suggested. Jude looks at his friend, now understanding why he hasn’t settled for a girl; the girls he has been fooling around with are all gold diggers.

❦ “I got it handled, thanks,” Jude says as he tries to push Trent out of his house. Trent chuckled and shoved his phone screen to Jude’s face. “Just get her a bunch of Jude Bellingham merchandise, and I think she’ll get on her knees right then and there.” Jude rolls his eyes and slams the door in Trent’s face. He hears his teammate laughing outside before he walks off. Jude looks at the time on his phone and realizes that you’ll be out of work soon, he smiles and text you to come over before running to his kitchen to prepare dinner.

❦ The smell of ramen hits your nose as soon as you enter Jude’s house. He had texted you that he’d prepare dinner, but his definition of dinner is prepackaged ramen because the boy can’t cook for his life. Usually, you or his mother would call him over for dinner, or he would get takeouts, but today happens to be another ramen day, but you weren’t complaining. “Hey,” Jude greeted as you walked into the kitchen. You smile at him and look at the two bowls of ramen on the table. Jude rushes to the fridge to pour some drinks while you take your seat. “How was work?” He asked as he placed a cup of water next to your bowl. You shrugged, “same old same old.” He hums and takes his seat. You pick up your chopsticks and look over at Jude, who is struggling with his. Jude has made it his mission to learn everything that you like, which includes eating Asian cuisine, but unfortunately, the boy has trouble remembering how to use a chopstick. “You know, you can just use a fork, right?” You asked, causing him to glance at you awkwardly. “Your little cousins laughed at me during Christmas dinner; I think I should learn how to use these sticks.” You laughed, causing him to smirk before shifting to struggling with the sticks.

❦ “Really? Trent is spending Valentine’s Day at a club?” You sarcastically gasped. Jude nodded and put his arms around your shoulders. “You know how he is love; he doesn’t trust women.” You shrugged and lay your head on Jude’s shoulders. “Trent thinks I’m using you,” you mumbled. You felt Jude’s eyes on you as you closed yours. He was aware of his friend’s opinions about you, which consisted of thinking you were chasing fame. But still, that didn’t stop Trent from helping him when he needed it. “He’s warming up; it’ll take him some time,” Jude says. You nodded, cherishing Jude’s soft heartbeat as he pulled you closer to him. He was a loving boyfriend, always having your back and making you smile. “Jude,” you whispered, feeling yourself snoozing off. He hums in response as he lays down on the couch, pulling you down with him. “Be my Valentine.”

❦ Jude lays you down on his bed and smiles at how cute you look. It had become an everyday routine that you guys fall asleep in one another’s houses, and he liked the feeling of that. This would prepare you for the future when he would ask you to move in with him. It was a thought he had for a while, but you guys had only begun dating eight months ago, and he was sure you’d freak out. Jude chuckles and walks out of the room, remembering your first encounter with him. He was barely out of high school, and you were a senior. His team, at the time, made a guest appearance at your high school to give a motivational speech. You weren’t in a good mood that day, and Jude wasn’t in the mood to provide a speech either, so he hid in a science lab. You also happened to be hiding there, playing games on your phone. Jude thought it was weird how a girl like you could hate pep rallies since he was sure you were one of those popular girls. But after seeing your red eyes and the wet cuff, he knew you were a loner. He tried talking to you, but you glared at him and told him to leave you alone. Jude didn’t, though, as you were occupied with your game; he talked about why he was hiding and how much he hated school. You didn’t speak to him but listened to everything he was saying. By the time he has to leave, you completely abandon your phone and give him all ears. After that day, Jude couldn’t stop thinking of you, and it wasn’t till a month later that he bumped into you again. This time, it was at a coffee shop which happens to be your part-time job, and although Jude was happy to see you, you looked hesitant, almost scared. He didn’t get to talk to you much since there were a lot of customers, but he came back when it was near closing time to have a conversation with you. After that day, Jude started pinning after you, but you were scared since you didn’t want the publicity. It took a lot of convincing on his part, but you finally gave in after two months.

❦ Jude grabbed a notepad lying on his coffee table and started brainstorming ideas. He wanted this to be extravagant but also intimate. A fancy restaurant was an everyday thing, and a beach date was too easy. Trent’s idea of a palace wasn’t bad since Jude already calls you his queen, but he also wanted to do something personal for you. Kane’s idea of dinner wasn’t bad either since he knew he won’t be able to see you till later. Erling’s gift ideas weren’t bad either and Jude made a note to himself to send a gift to his best bud too. He chuckled as he thought of something and happily wrote it down on the paper.

❦ You scroll through your Instagram feed, filled with valentines dedication posts. You’ve posted one on your story, a picture of the flower arrangement that Jude sent to your workplace. But you haven’t posted an official one, and neither has Jude. Whenever he wanted to post a photo of the two of you, he would ask your permission first because he knew how cruel the internet could be, and your privacy was very important to him. “Any plans for the evening?” Your coworker asked as she smiled at the flowers on your desk. You chuckled and gave her a box of chocolate, “my boyfriend has a surprise for me.” Your coworker grinned and started talking about her plans for the evening. You sighed softly, knowing that the rest of your workday would be filled with her talking, but she was the only one that treated you like an average person, not Jude Bellingham's girlfriend, so you liked her a lot. “Oh yeah! I saw Jude’s teammate last night,” she exclaimed. You give her a confused look; Jude has many teammates, so she needs to be more specific. “The cute one with a twist,” she says, and you immediately know who she is referring to. “Where at?” You asked, genuinely curious about Trent’s social life. He was a mysterious person with a distant personality towards everyone besides a couple of his teammates, so you’re very curious about life. “My boyfriend and I went to the club, and he was there clubbing,” she shrugged. Hm, Jude had mentioned that Trent goes clubbing sometimes, so that wasn’t news. “But he looked so bored, though,” your coworker mumbles. “Bored?” You asked curiously. She starts opening the box of Candy as she speaks. “Yeah, he had many girls around him, but he looked out of it…like he didn’t want to be there.” You hum, now, that was interesting.

❦ When you got home, you were surprised to see your house filled with different flower arrangements and roses spread over the floor. Jude must’ve done this when you left for work. You smiled and ran to your bedroom to see bags of luxury brands lying on the bed. Each bag has a dress in it with accessories and shoes that goes along with the dress. A Valentine’s card is lying on your bed, and you smile when it reads that you can wear any outfit for the dinner date. You giggled and texted your boyfriend a thank you, to which he immediately respond and told you he’ll pick you up at 7.

❦ Jude was very persistent with his time and showed up early to bring you a bouquet filled with his merchandise and your favorite snacks. “Omg,” you laughed when he handed you the bouquet of goodies. Jude chuckled and kissed you on the forehead as he walked inside your apartment. He looked ridiculously good; in a black suit and black tie. Jude leans against the door and smirks, “want a bite love?” He asked. You laughed and place the bouquet on the counter before you ran back to your bedroom to do a last-minute touch on yourself. “Should I join you?!” Jude shouted from the living room, his voice noticeably teasing you. “Don’t get your hopes up, Bellingham. You won’t get lucky right now!” You shout back.

❦ Jude stares in awe as he watches you walk over to him in your red Chanel evening gown. It hugs your body like a glove, and he was fascinated by how beautiful you looked. Valentine’s Day looks good on you. “This was worth the chasing,” he muttered as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to him. “I love you, baby.”

❦ You stare at the long trees that have become your view for the last thirty minutes. Jude said he had a surprise for you, but you didn’t know the surprise was a little out of the town zone. He also didn’t want to spill the surprise, so the whole way, he focused on driving and singing along to songs. “Are you trying to kidnap me, Mr. Bellingham?” You teased. Jude chuckles and shakes his head, “if only that weren’t a crime.” You smile and take out your phone to record Jude. “I bet your friends are going to tease you for the next couple of weeks,” you said. This causes Jude to grin at the camera, and you laugh before saving it and sending it to some of your friends. “Speaking of buddies…Trent has gone MIA for two days now, and I don’t know what’s going on,” Jude said, his voice now serious. You place your hand on his lap and smile, “it’s Trent; he does things we can never figure out sometimes.” Jude nodded, but the frown was still on his face. “I’m sure he’s visiting a girl from another country or something.”

❦ You gasped when you saw your surprise coming to view. It was nearly night now, and the sky was filled with stars which made the structure more beautiful. Your eye takes in the view as you step out of the car. Candles were lined up to form a path, and pedals were lying everywhere. “Jude, I don’t know what to say,” you mumbled, too struck by what was in front of you. “The castle has been on sale for a while, and after seeing its potential, I decided to hire people to nourish it. Now it’s all yours, princess.” You turned and lunged toward Jude, causing him to almost lose balance due to the incidental contact. “This is beautiful; thank you, baby,” you kissed him passionately. Jude groans and breaks the kiss before he grins down at you and lifts you in a bridle style. You both laughed as he carried you into the castle like a Disney princess.

❦ Your jaw fell open, nearly falling off as you watch your boyfriend move around the kitchen. Jude was cooking, and although you should be worried, you were more fascinated by how well he was doing. “How did you learn how to cut like that?” You asked as he started bringing plates to the dining table. “After I realized I wanted to be a good boyfriend,” he shrugged. You smile and watch as he brings the plate of food one by one. You realized they were also Asian food, with chopsticks as your silverware. “When did you take a cooking class?” You asked, wondering how he found the time. Jude smirk and sit across from you, “I flew out the best chef in Asia to teach me for the day.” You stare at him in awe because no one has ever gone this far to do something for you. He was the best person you’ve met and the best person that will ever be in your life. “I love you,” you said, and you watch as Jude perfectly picks up his chopstick and smiled. “I love you more. Happy Valentine's baby.”

Bonus

❦ Trent's fake gag as he doubled tap Jude’s post. You guys looked incredibly in love, whereas he was lying next to two girls he met an hour ago. Trent shuffled out of bed and put on his clothes before he walked out of the hotel room. He made sure to wear a mask and have his hood on so people won’t recognize him. He enters the elevator and rolls his eyes as two couples walk out, clearly in a hurry to reach their room. Trent pressed to the main level and patiently waited for the door to close, but as the door was closing, he heard a female calling out. Trent waited a few seconds before he sighed and stuck his foot out so the elevator could reopen. The female came into view, but unlike the other girls he had seen in the hotel, she didn’t look like she had gotten laid. The girl had tears in her eyes, and mascara was smearing underneath her lashes. “Thanks,” the girl says without looking at him. Trent didn’t respond; he leaned his back on the elevator wall and stared at the girl’s back. She wore a floral dress that ran to her knees, and her hair was curled half up, half down. She looked innocent and adorable, not his type, yet he could not look away. “Is there a particular reason you looked like Will Smith at the red table talk?” He asked. The girl didn’t respond, she continued to whimper by herself, and he rolled his eyes. He doesn’t have a girlfriend because he cannot deal with this stuff. “Or was the sex that bad,” he taunted. The girl shakes her head rapidly, “he cheated on me. It was also our anniversary, and he is with another girl.” Trent hissed and awkwardly looked down at his shoe. The girl quietly cry, and Trent felt guilty for saying something; he should’ve just left the stranger alone. The door opened, and she immediately jolted out, causing him to step out quickly. He watches as she paces out of the hotel lobby, bumping into a couple of people on the way. Trent sighs and follows the girl, but he shouldn’t have. She was the opposite of his type and just found out her boyfriend was cheating. Yet, his instinct told him he shouldn’t let this girl get away. “Hey!” Jude called out. The girl paused and she tilts her head slightly, and Trent realizes how beautiful she was. Trent scratches the nonexistent itch in his neck and awkwardly look at the girl. “Wanna be my Valentine?”

[heaven2me]

hii, could you please do a marcus rashford smut? it can be ab anything u want, thanku<33

heaven 2 you → marcus rashford

summary: marcus comes home from a tough

loss and you have the perfect thing to make him feel better

pairing: marcus rashford x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, minors dni, unprotected p in v sex,praise, marcus being soft, not edited !!!

"ohhh,” marcus’ sigh was loud, his neck and shoulders relaxing as i massaged the tension out of them.

"that feels so good, fuck." a following moan vibrated through his chest also sending a vibration down my whole body, hands pressing a little harder into his tight muscles. your hands have not been on him for long and he'd already half sunk into the back of the couch, you settle your body in his lap for the best access. his eyes had slowly falling closed, a soft sigh tickling your skin when you leant in to kiss him along his jaw.

“y'need to relax more, marcus, you can tell during the match how tense you are. you still played so well baby." you nipped at his skin, still pressing firmly into his back, "let me take care of you." tone soft, just wanting to give him what he deserves after a long day.

marcus’ hands found your hips, smoothly dipping his fingers beneath the fabric of your skirt. “i wanna get a taste.” he pleads “not yet baby, i told you i wanted to take care of you first.”

"maybe if you weren’t so up tight all the time i wouldn’t have to hold you off." you mumbled, quiet, but loud enough that his heard your subtle remark.

“is there a but?”

"but i don’t mind doing this, touching you.”

“mhm?”

you tugged playfully on his earlobe with your mouth continuing the fore play, as you rigged at his ear lobe he tugged at your hips and slid his body beneath you. even from the staff you guys didn’t have much between you but at this point, there’s hardly anything. marcus has his shirt off but has a pair of shorts sitting low on his waist letting his v-line show, you now, wearing your short little skirt and just your bra. even with the material of your skirt you could still feel the heat of him. you rolled your hips, shifting to get comfortable but marcus moaned achingly as he knew what you were trying to do. his fingers gripped your hips so hard it might leave bruises but it’s ok, you find them hot anyways.

his head had fallen back against the sofa, eyes closed, lips parted on a pleased sigh and it was impossible not to not kiss the lips that were parted right in front of you. easing your tongue into his mouth.

his lashes fluttered open as you rolled roll your hips and he held your gaze, hooded and full of love. it was a battle of who would look away first, as you kept the slow pace of rocking into him. your underwear was soaked, you knew marcus could feel it too as you repeatedly rolled yourself onto him. you wanted to get rid of everything between you, wanted to feel him inside of you but, you couldn’t let him be in control this time. he needs to break under you first.

his grip on your hips had fallen to your ass, his hands kneading and using it to guide how you moved, to press you over him just a little bit harder. you could tell he liked going at that pace you were at and let you move at your own. the muscles in his thighs were flexing with the effort to not push up into you. his dick twitched against your clit when you circled your hips.

"y/n,” he was trying to hide his moan in a laugh as he finally broke eye contact, let his head fall back again. he pulled your hips back, stopped your movements and you couldn't hold back your whine of disappointment, the feeling that was in your stomach now gone, your fingers slid around the back of his neck, as you attempted to wiggle out of his hold. “marcus, are you kidding me,”

you weren’t done. the tips of your fingers leading into his boxers. you were in control tonight. you told him you’d take care of him.

you shifted back on his thighs, slipped your hand into his underwear and wrapped your fingers around his dick. stroking slowly, his breathy sigh and the way his nails dig into your ass, you knew you were starting off great. moving your hand up, the first brush of your fingers over the swollen tip had his jaw wide open and his thighs tensing so hard it gave you a shiver.

marcus moaned into your mouth and his kisses grew a little more desperate, messy and uncoordinated as he groaned into your mouth before he drew back, pulled his thumb down your bottom lip to stop you going in for more. warm breath fanned over your cheek as he blinked slowly you wondered if you looked just as fucked as he did. you didn’t care. the final straw was you getting his boxers fully off.

"take 'em off for me, babe." while you were standing he shuffled his boxers completely down his legs, kicking them across the room. there is no way to look graceful taking underwear off and you snorted looking at him. the laugh died off quickly when you straddled him once again, both of your hands against his shoulders for leverage. "take this off too." he tugged at the ends of your shirt and even tho you didn’t want him to be in control, within seconds you were both completely naked.

his hand clamped your hip and then he was pushing into you slowly. your pussy opening to accommodate his thick length. he helped you settle on him, until he was completely inside you and couldn't go any further. "there you go, fuck, i don't- you're so tight."

with his hands on your ass again you lifted your hips, let his cock slide halfway out before sliding down fast, adopting a slow rhythm, marcus let his head tilt back, let you ride him the way you wanted, you were so warm and wet, swallowing him completely and he was sure he’d died and gone to heaven when you dragged your lips over his neck. one hand held your hip, helped you rock against him.

“is this heaven to you?” you laughed

jude kissed your shoulder, slid the palm of his hand up your back and pulled you impossibly closer.

“yes,” he moaned “feels so good, baby. you’re doing so well for me. taking care of me just like you said, yeah?” his words of praise had made you somehow even wetter, the sound of marcus’ cock clapping into you loud in the room. your moans were growing louder too, marcus becoming a lot more whimpery, you both knew it was creeping up on your both, soon.

marcus moved little circles over your clit and your nails deep into the skin on his bicep, your other hand grasped so tight to his shoulder it was like your massage from earlier was still going. with burning thighs you rode him a little faster, his cock pulsing inside of you and you knew he was about to cum, his moans were breathy.

your pussy clamping down so tight around him you were surprised he could still keep going. you hadn’t realised you’d half fell into his chest and he was ready to cum the second he got you there.

“oh, i’m-“ you pressed your mouth to his and he swallowed your whimpery cries against his tongue, pulled at your ass with one hand to keep your rhythm going. the gush of wetness and tightening of your pussy made him groan, cock pulsing as he came. he filled you, both of you shuddering and moaning softly,

“fuck, baby, there it is. yeah, just like that.” marcus laying back against the sofa, his hand leaving your clit to hold both of your hips and slow your rocking. you were still gripping his bicep but your other hand was at the back of his head, nails scratching over him as you both tried to catch you breath. you finally came to a stop, his cum dripping out and making a mess.

he kissed the corner of your mouth and brushed his hand over the side of your face. you were both sweaty, sticking to each other almost uncomfortably but neither had any intentions of moving just yet. your body was still tingling from your orgasm, legs weak marcus asks

“can i get this treatment after every game?”

hope you enjoyed. request more for the future. i’m busy with school atm so pls be patient with me.

[praiafleur]

requesting rules

request box status ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ closed!!!

psa 🗣️: as a woc, i do not deep dive into the physical appearence of the reader or their race/ethnicity unless stated otherwise. i do, however, write with black fem reader in mind. still, anyone can enjoy. i only write fem!reader x oc. i DO NOT write smut.

who i write for

trent alexander-arnold, alejandro balde, alisson becker, lucas bergvall, jobe bellingham, levi colwill, ruben dias, paulo dybala, rodrygo goes, marc guiu, curtis jones, joão félix, víni júnior, noni madueke, kylian mbappé, jamal musiala, lucas paquetá, bukayo saka, leroy sané, dominik szoboszlai, aurélien tchouméni, virgil van dijk, nico williams, lamine yamal, kenan yıldız

who i’m willing to write for

hector fort, marcus rashford

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please don't ask for super detailed or highly specific scenarios!! i still need my creative freedom to let your ideas come to life x

don’t request fics based on real-life scandals, controversies, or personal lives of players. under no circumstances will i tolerate gossip in my requests.

no requests involving violence, abuse, non-consensual scenarios, incest or anything that could be triggering or harmful, including weird kinks whatsoever.

lastly, please do give contructive critism where i need it! it is so appreciated.

[berry-tsukki]

LOVER’S DREAM.

jordan pickford / England team headcannons <3

🍰: Gareth loves u and that’s final !!, recommended song; hopelessly devoted to you. fem!reader !!

💕: quick little note; all my fics are gonna be “x fem!reader” mainly because I’m not that comfortable writing “x male!reader” it’s nothing bad ! mainly bc of my own gender - as well as I just want to.

# L 0 V E R !

expect to be spoiled to death. you’re gonna be spoilt that much every week. especially after every match, win or not. if he wins; you get a lot of stuff. his jersey and a lot more 🥺 if he doesn’t win, you get ice cream and new books that he loves to read to you.

He lives to see your cute smile when he gives you something - Christmas is an overall every month thing for you two. By that I mean it’s like Christmas on the last day of every month <3

You two will sit on your shared bed, watch films that came out that months - share little things that you two bought that reminded you of each other. As well as sneaky little kisses here and there!!

Also. The other members of the England team, adore you. Literally! You’re classed as the sweetheart who got the man with the anger issues <3 (don’t tell Pickford I said that..)

Gareth thinks you’re beautiful 🥺 he adores you !!!! More than Pickford, maybe—! I mean who can blame him? Especially when you go to training with Jordan and you’re wearing a pretty dress that sways with every breeze !!

Lets say you’re an artist, the team have at least two of your paintings at their houses !! You’re their little painter, they need to have them!

you’re their little love. always!

[blueaetherr]

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.

[blueaetherr]

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.

[blueaetherr]

eutony

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

warning(s): none

summary: the one where marcus and his son love the reader's voice

Returning from training Marcus let out a yawn, dropping his bag by the door. The player found himself tired—rather exhausted—and kinda dazed for the most part. And he expected no less from how he felt after an intensive training session. Still, he wanted it all to pass over so then he could spend the night, or what was left of it, with his little family.

But hearing Y/N's voice come from somewhere in their home, Marcus, in a second or a few, found himself at bay.

There was something about Y/N's voice that made him adore it so much, Marcus really liked it. She wasn't a singer or anything vocally challenging. She didn't receive any vocal training in her lifetime or something that would enhance her voice (or so she claimed). It was simply all Y/N. It was a given, sure, in any relationship to like your partner's voice, an aspect that usually remained unconscious. But Marcus always let his likings be known to his wife, a compliment or two whenever the two crossed paths never hurt.

And walking up the stairs he could hear her voice growing louder and louder, smiling galore as it sung to his ears. Her voice was animated and soft yet vibrant, lacing through each word—each sentence, each page—with ease. It fit the kid's bedtime story so well that made Marcus question how Y/N had yet to narrate an audiobook of some sort. Really, Y/N's voice held everything and more. It would catch your attention and you would be so mesmerised and taken aback that you simply just couldn't pull away. Or, at least, you could, you just wouldn't want to.

You could see how their son, Kenny, too, was all for his mom's voice, almost as much as his dad. Leaning on his son's door, Marcus watched Y/N read Kenny a bedtime story. She always did, and Marcus didn't mind that it wasn't him. The young boy was always so in tune with his mom's words, his kid mind so amazed by how Y/N could make a story seem so much more fun than his English teacher. With so much love and happiness tied to his mother and reading, the player couldn't bring himself to feel left out or jealous in any way.

And Kenny took on his mom's love for reading. Always in the mood to read along, following with his little finger passing under every word, bedtime almost becoming his favourite part of the day because Y/N could read to him or they could read a story as a pair. The way he bonded with Marcus through football, he bonded with Y/N through reading.

"... and they lived happily ever after," Marcus said with Y/N as he entered the room, causing Kenny to jump from his bed and toward his dad. The player laughed as he picked him up and spun him around, giggles soft in the bedroom.

Meanwhile, Y/N closed the storybook and sighed. Her tired eyes perfectly showed the energy and strength of taking care of a little boy for the whole day, especially for a kid like Kenny who refused to remain still like his father. That's why she, too, enjoyed bedtime. Not only did she have a moment alone with her child, but for fifteen minutes or so, she could get Kenny to calm down without needing to negotiate. "You do know that the point of a bedtime story is to help him fall asleep, right?"

Marcus pushed small hairs out of Kenny's face as he held him up again. "I'm sorry?" He couldn't contain his laughs with his son, too, laughing into his shoulder.

"It's whatever," she rolled her eyes, her lips curving into a small grin. "He wanted to see you before sleeping anyway."

"Did you hear me read today, daddy?" Kenny asked Marcus, wrapping his arms around his neck. "I read a whole page by myself!"

Marcus pressed a few kisses to his son's cheek. "I know, kid. I heard everything. You did so well, Kenny!" Reading was simply a past-time for Kenny so he didn't see much to it like that. But reading so much with Y/N came with improved literacy skills and heightened confidence which was noticed by his schoolteachers, and Marcus loved that for his kid.

"Let's read another one!" Kenny exclaimed before quickly turning to his mom. He tilted his head. "Can we please read another story, mummy?"

Y/N looked to Marcus, who was already looking at her for approval. "Pick one off the shelf then," she hummed and waved them off, chuckling at the two getting so excited.

And together on the tiny twin bed, the little family read the bedtime story, wholesome and cute. Where the son and the dad were mesmerised by the mom's voice and how she conveyed every little detail in the book. Where the dad was corrected by his son whenever he mispronounced a word (due to his accent). Where the mom encouraged her son to lift up his voice and sing (read); if her reading was just so great then it was because of practice.

Breaking his eyes away from the story, Marcus stared at his wife quite shamelessly. There was beauty in it, in Y/N. In how her voice always took him away, like always took him away. How she could always find the words that he lost, how it could make him fall out of a moment of focus. How her voice let the bond between her and her son grow into something outwardly whole, how her vows at their wedding had everyone in kind tears.

For someone who was around her every single day—when he woke up, throughout the day, moments before he fell asleep—Marcus knew that he couldn't get enough of Y/N, so much that the time until their final days just wouldn't be enough for him. If he could, Marcus would listen to Y/N for an eternity and more.