Soccer imagines

•marcus rashford•

By football-laeli

A kiss to my forehead wakes me up. Without looking I know it's Marcus and I reach for his hand before he can walk away. I press a kiss to the back of his hand. 'Please be careful. Tell the coaches what we discussed yesterday evening okay? Promise me.' I hear Marcus sigh, I know he didn't want to hear it again but I just can't help it. He got injured during the Liverpool game and wasn't subbed off. He still wanted to go to training but I didn't agree. We had a small argument yesterday evening, me telling him that they should asses him again because his ankle is still sensitive. It shouldn't be aggravated and he knows it, he's just stubborn. He promised yesterday he would let them check it though.

'Like I said yesterday babe, I promise. Now go back to sleep, it's only 6 am.' He presses a kiss to my lips and walks out of the room. I cuddle back into the sheets, pushing my face into his pillow, just getting a hint of his scent which calms my nerves a little. I really do not want him to make the injury worse, but he just loves football too much. With these thoughts I fall back asleep, hoping my boyfriend does what he promised me.

I wake up a few hours later, getting ready and making breakfast for myself. I start doing some housework, cleaning, the laundry, writing a list for the groceries we need. I am just about to leave the house to do the groceries when I hear a car pull up in the driveway. I walk outside to find Carras stepping out of his car. 'Carras, what are you doing here, training hasn't finished yet and I'm sure you need to be there to guide the boys.' He gives me a sheepish grin before opening the passenger side. 'Yes well, you're boyfriend didn't mention his ankle wasn't a hundred percent ready for training and he made his injury worse.'

Marcus gets out of the car with Carras's help. I am angry beyond belief. I stalk towards Marcus whilst Carras heads towards his car booth. 'Marcus Rashford, I swear you are the biggest idiot on the planet. I told you this morning to tell them! You promised me you would!' Marcus's looks as angry as I'm feeling. 'Sure love, rub it in. As if I don't know this already. You of course have to call me out on it. And I am not an idiot and you know it! You know I seriously hate this side of you. Always having to be right.'

Oh this boy is in for it now. 'Do not blame me for anything because you are angry. This is on you! I warned you but did you listen?! Noooo, cause of course, you are always right and football goes before everything. All you care about is playing football and you do not care if it hurts you or anyone else.You ARE an idiot Marcus!' I know I've just pissed him off more but I don't care. He got himself in this situation. I'm not gonna baby him right now when he should be scolded. I turn towards Carras, who has been standing next to us the whole time, I feel sorry for him though. 'How long is he out for?' 'He's out for at least three weeks.' 'Well this is on him then. I warned him but you obviously know what happened.'

'Don't you dare talk to MY trainer as if I'm not here. You're being an absolute bitch about this.' I turn towards Marcus. 'You know what Marcus, good luck taking care of yourself for the next few weeks, I'm out. I'm not letting you call me a bitch when I've done absolutely nothing wrong. You didn't listen, this is your mistake.' I turn back to Carras. 'Sorry you have to witness this. You should probably head back.' Carras nods at my words.

In the corner of my eye I can see Marcus getting ready to walk away from the car and I know it won't end well. I try to get to him before he does but it's no use. He takes a step but immediately cries out and almost falls over. Carras and I get to him just in time and the both of us wrap his arms around our shoulders, carrying him into the house, towards the bedroom. I can feel that Marcus is crying from the pain and I'm sure Carras can as well.

We get to the bedroom and put Marcus on the bed. I thank Carras and he walks away to go back to training with the boys. I turn towards Marcus and stand in front of him. Immediately he wraps his arms around my hips and hides his face against my tummy. I can feel the tears soak my shirt. I caress his hair and neck, hoping to calm him down. When he's stopped crying, I don't say anything. I walk out to get an icepack for his ankle, seeing crutches in the hallway, which Carras probably left behind for Marcus.

When I walk back towards our room, I see Marcus try to get up. 'What the hell do you think you're doing?!' He looks up to me and tries his best innocent face on me. 'I'm just gonna go for a walk with Saint, get my mind of things. Carras brought me crutches as well.' He really thinks I'm gonna let him go when he was crying not a minute ago. He really is an idiot.

'The hell you will. You're staying in this bed. Watch some Netflix to get your mind off or play FIFA, I don't care but you are not getting out of this bed. I'm gonna call work and say that I won't be in later today, so I can look after you. Anything you need?' Marcus only grumbles whilst sitting back against the headboard, crossing his arms over his chest. I sigh at his behaviour. 'Marcus? I can't understand your grumbling.' 'I don't want anything, especially not from you right now. I just wanna walk my dog, what's so bad about that?!'

'You know why it's bad. You should rest, not walk with a dog pulling on a leash making you walk harder with crutches. You could fall Marcus and hurt your ankle even more. I'm going to get the groceries. Hope you're in a better mood when I get back. Don't you dare leave the bed.' I walk out of the room, ignoring the words he throws at me. I grab my bag and keys and walk towards my car to get the things we need. Whilst I walk through the store I get multiple texts from Marcus, saying he's sorry and that he wants me home. That he didn't mean anything. So I hurry to get everything from the list before heading back home.

The second I walk back in through the front door, Marcus calls out to me. I put the groceries in the kitchen before heading to our bedroom. The second I walk in a sigh of relief leaves his lips and he opens his arms. I walk towards him and fall into them whilst making sure I don't hit his ankle. He nuzzles his face into my neck. 'I'm sorry babe, for being stubborn, for not listening to you, for being angry with you whilst you've done nothing wrong. i'm sorry for calling you a bitch, because you're not. You're only looking out for me. I love you.' I pull back and kiss his lips. 'I love you too. I'm sorry for calling you an idiot, but you are. You're my idiot. But I need to put the groceries away. Brought some coffee and muffins as well.' 'You are the best babe. You'll come back after putting away the groceries right.' I nod my head at his words and get up to put the groceries away.

I walk back in 15 minutes later with some muffins and coffee to find Marcus watching Netflix. He looks up and a smile appears on his handsome face. I hand him his coffee and muffin, pressing a kiss to his lips before getting in beside him. We watch the series he's started in silence whilst finishing our coffee and muffin. The second he is done and sees that I'm done as well he turns towards me and throws himself into my arms, resting his head on my chest, near my neck, wrapping the rest of his frame around me. I wrap my arms and legs around him as well, leaning my head against his.

'I'm gonna miss the PSG game because of the injury.' 'I know my love, I'm so sorry. I know how much it means to you.' I tighten my arms around him, running my hands through his hair, over his neck and shoulders. I press a few kisses along his cheek and pull his face up a little to kiss his lips. He sighs out, relaxing completely in my arms, just holding me closer. Soon enough a few tears escape his eyes. The pain and the realisation of not being able to play catching up. I softly kiss away his tears, not minding the salty taste of them, just pulling him as close as I can.

His tears soon stop and he starts playing with my hair, pressing kisses to my collarbone. 'I love you so much. Thank you for always being there for me, even when I've done something stupid.' I look down to see Marcus already looking at me. 'I love you Marcus. Of course I will be here for you, I always will be.' I press a kiss to his lips. He pushes his face into my neck and we just lay there, as comfortable as can be, feeling the love we share, not wanting to let go anytime soon.