Footballer Imagines

Petty - Marcus Rashford imagine

You replay the fight you had earlier with Marcus as your friends talk in the background. He was mad at the fact you couldn't come to his game but you could go out and meet your friends. You tried telling him that the match clashed with work and that you had already missed hours and couldn't afford to lose more, but that didn't please him. When he found out you was going on a little brunch with your friends he was livid.

"Oh so you can for brunch but not support your boyfriend??" He argued. He kept bringing up the fact that you wasn't there to support him and that he couldn't believe this situation would happen. You tried to make him understand that you are always supporting him, even sneakily watching the game whilst working. But he didn't want to hear any of it. He grabbed his phone and keys and left. You tried calling him, texting him, DMing him but nothing. He would just read and ignore whatever you did.

With a sour mood you look at your phone. Still nothing. You couldn't believe he was ignoring you. Childish, you mutter underneath your breath. You try to rejoin the conversation and they start talking about taking some photos. You push away the thought of Marcus ignoring you and decide to join in. The weather was sunny and warm and your makeup was popping. You took a few selfies and got some full body shots and they looked great. You decide to post a few on Instagram. Within minutes its getting likes, your friends are hyping you up in the comments and you laugh at the support. A few more minutes and you see Marcus liked it and also commented.

'My sun-kissed wife❤️😍'

You narrow your eyes at his comment as it pisses you off. He can ignore you all day but will comment on Instagram.

You finally make it home but you're still annoyed at Marcus. You keep looking at his comment and all the messages he's ignored from you. What kind of mixed signal is this? You think. The door closes and you head Marcus walking into the living room. He comes right near you and gives you a kiss on your forehead.

"Hey love." He says in a tone that pisses you off even more.

You squint your eyes and brush him off. You sit on the corner of the sofa away from him but he follows. He gives you another kiss on the cheek and plays with your hair.

"Babe." He says.

"Stop commenting on my shit like you wasn't ignoring me." You say with the bitches attitude you have.

"Baaaabee." He whines as you look away from him.

"I'm sorryyy I really am." He says.

He tries to turn your face towards him but fails. He plasters more kiss onto your cheek.

"I was just frustrated at how we're playing recently. I didn't mean to displace it on you baby. I know you always support me and I'm so thankful for having you in my life." He says as he gives you a tight side hug. You catch yourself smiling but quickly hide it.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry, for ignoring you and making you sad. I love you I love you I love you I love you..." he goes on and on as he finally manages to hug your properly. You huff and finally give in. You wrap your arms around him and embrace him tightly.

"You're annoying." You say as he laughs and faces you. He kisses your nose and smiles.

"Too bad, that comment was no lie. You're my wife and I won't be ignoring you again like that. It was so hard I let Jesse win Fifa." You laugh and give him a quick kiss, knowing how focused he likes being to beat Jesse.

The rest of the day you spend together. He makes dinner, you watch movies and just stay cuddled up until you fall asleep wrapped together.