marc rodriguez

Masterlist (A-I).

Aaron Ramsey

Adnan Januzaj

Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain

Alexis Sanchez

Álvaro Morata

Andreas Pereira

Antoine Griezmann

Bastian Schweinsteiger

Benedikt Höwedes

Calum Chambers

Cesc Fàbregas

Claudio Marchisio

Cristiano Ronaldo

Daley Blind

David Beckham

David Luiz

Eden Hazard

Edinson Cavani

Emre Can

Erik Durm

Fernando Llorente

Fernando Torres

Gareth Bale

Geoff Cameron

Gianluca Gaudino

Granit Xhaka

Graziano Pellè

Gregory van der Wiel

Hachim Mastour

Héctor Bellerín

Iker Casillas

Isco Alarcón

Ivan Rakitić

Masterlist (J-M)

Masterlist (N-Z)

What’s Normal Anyway?

She knew she shouldn’t be in this home but it was too tempting to not show when she received a message from the man she had been seeing now for five months secretly that he was home and free from his sport obligations.

It was obvious he was eager to see her too. His kiss was strong, so strong he nearly bit her tongue until it bled before she pulled away, her hands at his chest to serve as a warning to his strong affection. Not that she generally didn’t like it.

The rough sex, the passion, it was everything she wanted from him and he provided it with every thrust, bite and tug he could. Today’s choice of the sofa wasn’t as comforting as his California king but knowing she was strapped for time, she didn’t dare complain. Her hand simply slid up his shirt to run her nails against the warmth of the man she had missed so much in his brief absence.

The scruff of his beard rubbed against the smooth feel of her skin, his lips angled to meet her neck with a kiss and a tug against that same plot of skin as his teeth lightly gripped onto what he possessively called his.

She wasn’t sure whether it was the brief flinch she felt feeling his teeth tug a little too hard or her memory that caused her to drift and pull away from him, now staring into the eyes of a man she knew was trouble for she had been told so many times.

He wanted marriage, a house, kids, happiness…with her.

She wanted sex, passion, attention, happiness…with him.

And though maybe once upon a time the two had been on the same page, they were now on two entirely different wavelengths.

He had begun to think about life with her and without her, willing to now take the jump of leaving behind the pictured relationship he had with the other woman he called his girlfriend but treated like a disposable for the woman he was now infatuated with.

And as his kisses moved lower and lower along her skin, she couldn’t help but think about the man left behind at her home, now their home. The man who had probably spent an hour fixing her dinner only to have her come home with the peculiar smell of another man on her neck he would either choose to ignore or be too oblivious to ask about.

A shiver of guilt crept down her spine at the thought. The thought of knowing the man that was giving her his all and was waiting for her stomach to creep up into a ballooning size to represent their blossoming love would have to wait even longer, maybe forever.

What had really got her mind going made her brush her lips away from his as he leaned in for another kiss, the cool touch she was just welcoming now causing her to shy away. “Can I ask you something?”

With a disappointed groan emitting from his lips, he sighed once more and dropped his head so his lips were no longer near hers. Eventually he looked back up to the woman he had been craving, his mind thinking of other things as he waited for her lips to move. “What is it?”

“I want you to come to my company’s party. It’s no big deal. Just a fundraiser and they try and get a few big names out. I…”

He quickly interrupted her as a smile spread across his face, trying to fill in the blanks for himself before she could for him. “You told them you know me?”

“Well…no. Not exactly. I just…thought it’d be a good idea if you just show up.”

He chuckled, his head leaning back some to reveal his adam’s apple as his hand draped along the backside of the couch. “And how will you explain that? Me randomly showing up to your company party? Are you going to explain that to your boyfriend too?” There was a slight but noticeable pause before he spoke that word, always feeling the bitter taste on his tongue whenever he did reference the man that currently had the woman he wanted.

Not like he wasn’t taken himself.

“I’m not going to have to explain anything.”

“So you expect me to just show up and not speak to you?”

“Actually, that’s a great idea.” The thought of having to explain how she knew him seemed like trouble waiting to happen. “I can’t tell him I know you. His first question would be how did I meet you, a world class footballer? Am I supposed to just tell him that we met and since you’ve been trying to trap me in your bed?!”

Yes, was his first thought but he didn’t dare to say that to her. “You don’t have to even say that part. Just say we’re friends or something.”

“I would just feel better if we didn’t have to do any of that. Bring your girlfriend! Make it normal.”

It should have been obvious then to him how different their feelings were to one another. He would have never thought to bring his girlfriend around her, not fearing that he’d be disrespecting his girlfriend but instead the woman he had been secretly falling in love with ever since he laid eyes on her.

But instead she was making the suggestion that he should do just that, that she didn’t have a care in the world that he could show up with another woman. While his jealousy would rage, hers would be nonexistent because he wasn’t the man she was in love with. He was the man that simply satisfied her lustful cravings.

“Normal,” he sarcastically chuckled before speaking his feelings under his breath. “What’s normal about us?”

Sorry for my lack of posting (again and again and again). Random blurb of nothing about whoever you want it to be about.

Masterlist

Complete list of all one-shots made by me. If your favorite player isn’t here, its okay, plenty of more are in the works and coming soon!

* = one shot on its way, coming very soon!

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Aaron Ramsey:

Claudio Marchisio:

Rejection at Its Painfullest

Cesar Azpilicueta:

Open Relationship

David Luiz:

Disappointed *

Erik Durm:

Camping

Fernando Torres:

Interior Disaster

Gerard Pique:

Gregory van der Wiel:

Tattoo Shop Memories *

Iker Casillas:

Isco Alarcon:

Confessions of a Player

Loss *

James Rodriguez:

The WAG Room *

Jesús Navas:

A Champions Prize

Julian Draxler:

Karim Benzema:

The Importance of Music

Kevin Trapp:

Leon Goretkza:

Lucas Piazon:

Lucas Silva:

Midnight Memories

Manuel Neuer:

Paradise in Barbados

Marc Bartra:

Soledad

Marcelo Vieira:

Mats Hummels:

Ten Things I Never Got to Tell You

Neymar Jr:

Drift

Olivier Giroud:

Can’t Quite Live Up *

Rafinha Alcantara:

Tamales and Babies

The Yellow Beetle

Thiago Silva:

Stubborn Plus Clueless *

Toni Kroos:

Treasure Hunt *

and much much more (:

My Favorites.

I’m a bit late to the party this month but better late than never, right? I haven’t done much writing this month but here are my favorite postings. These are pretty much the plots I enjoyed the most and the posts I enjoyed writing.

It’s Not Over Until The Fat Lady Sings (Álvaro Morata), Dog-Sitting (Andreas Pereira) Is There Somewhere (Bastian Schweinsteiger), Bodyguard (Cristiano Ronaldo), Lost And Found (Cristiano Ronaldo), Just A Little Different (Eden Hazard), Photograph (Erik Durm), Painkiller (Erik Durm), D is for Daddy Dearest (Erik Durm), The Art Of Letting (You) Go (Fernando Torres), I’m Gonna Find Another You (Gareth Bale), Drunk /&/ Disorderly (Gianluca Gaudino), I’ll Be There (Héctor Bellerín),  Tell Me A Lie (James Rodriguez), Run Every Time (Jordan Henderson), Not Gonna Write You A Love Song (Julian Draxler), Meet the Parents (Kieran Gibbs), Don’t Forget Your Ring (Lionel Messi), ‘Coffee’ by Miguel (Marc Bartra), What I Did For Love (Marco Reus), Are You Afraid Of The Dark? (Marco Reus), Never Let Me Go, Part 2 (Marco Reus), Use Me (Mats Hummels), Tremors (Mats Hummels), Pity Party (Mesut Özil), The First Day Of School (Neymar Jr.), #BBHMM (Neymar Jr.), Teach You A Lesson (Neymar Jr.), Paying You A Visit (Neymar Jr.), Too Close (Rafinha Alcântara), Happy Father’s Day (Sergio Ramos), Welcome to The Ramos Family (Thiago Alcântara), On The Case (Thiago Silva), Spread The Word (Toni Kroos)

Thanks for stickign around even in my absence! I have been writing little chapters for this Marco Reus fanfic I thought of and it’s really coming together so I’m excited to share it though it will be a while before I do.

IG Post: You With Your Kids(Marc-Andre ter Stegen, Dani Alves,Marc Bartra,Lucas Silva,Marcelo, Oscar,Willian,Hulk, James Rodriguez, Isco)

Marc-Andre ter Stegen:My wife and kids so beautiful

Dani Alves:Y/N and the kids

Marc Bartra:My growing family

Lucas Silva: He only falls asleep in Mommy’s arms

Marcelo:Family is what’s fun

Oscar:My girls

Willian: A kiss from Mommy & Daddy, and then she’s off to swim

Hulk:Mommy and Kayson

James Rodriguez:My curly fuzz heads

Isco:Our, babygirl

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Sundance Drama, White Girl, hits theaters in the fall.

IG Post:Couple Pictures(Sergio Ramos, Oscar,James Rodriguez,David Luiz, Thiago Silva,Marc Bartra)

Sergio Ramos: @y/nig and I being silly in the airport😝❤ 


James Rodriguez: Giving my love warm hugs, on  this cold day❤️        

Oscar: In this world @y/nig is the only thing I need, I love you❤️😘   


Marc Bartra:Mi Vida, I love you so much ❤️When you smile I smile😊


@y/nig: He’s my big cuddly Captain @thiagosilva_33 I never want to go  
anywhere😩😏❤️


David Luiz:Peace, Love, and Being with her. She makes my life complete❤️
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@y/nig:When I saw this picture I loved it. Me and my baby @davidluiz_4 dancing in the street💃😂😍

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You walked to the front door, scared to face your mother. You knew that car, and it wasn’t one you’d like to see. This was no good. You opened the door, and shivered.

‘Mom.. I’m home!’ You yelled weakly. No reply. You walked to the livingroom to face doctor James.

'How is she?’ You almost cried. 'Not good (Y/N).. I’m sorry.’ Your mom was laying on the couch, as usual, but today she looked different. Like she gave up.

'Where is Lucas (Y/N)?’ He asked you, changing the subject. 'He is with my..’ You didn’t want to say that one horrible word. 'Boyfriend.’ You tried to smile. 'We wouldn’t want him to see all of this.’ He said.

You looked at your mom. Her skin was more pale then usual, she was thinner, she looked.. dead. ‘Is she going to..’ You couldn’t speak the last word. He looked at you, with compassion. ‘I don’t know (Y/N). Most patients i treated have gave up a long time ago. To be honest it’s a miracle she is still alive. She’s the strongest patient I’ve ever seen.’

You nodded, and gave him a small smile. But the moment you gave him that smile, everything went wrong. ‘(Y/N) call an ambulance!’ Doctor James panicked. You looked at your mother, anxious. While Doctor James tried to keep your mom alive, and you called the ambulance, crying.

You can’t lose your mom. You didn’t know what to do without her. You where getting this money for her and nothing could stop you.

Half an hour later, you were sitting next to her bed, looking at her pale face. She couldn’t give up. Not now. Not now you were doing things with a guy you couldn’t stand, just to get the money for her.

Your phone rang, Jack. ‘Yes?’ You shivered. ‘(Y/N), are you okay?’ He asked. No, no you were not okay. ‘Yeah, i just feel a little bit sick.’ You said. ‘Oh well, i hope you aren’t sick tomorrow. Because you and Neymar are doing an interview on live television!’ You sighed. ‘How amazing!’ You said, sarcastically.

'Listen (Y/N). I’m done with your attitude. If you don’t want to do this, quit it. In a few days you can’t quit anymore.’ His voice raised a little. 'N-no.. No it’s fine.’ You stuttered. 'Great. Be at Neymars at 8. Goodnight (Y/N).’ With that words the line went dead.

The next morning you walked to Neymars house quickly. You didn’t have a car. Normally you would take your mom’s car, but you had no money for gas. Simple as that.

You had no time to change so you wore the same outfit as yesterday. Your mom was awake, you still had worries of course, but not as much as yesterday.

Luckily it was Saturday, so Lucas didn’t have school. Thirty further you finally arrived at Neymars gigantic house.

You walked inside, facing your little brother sitting on the couch. Behind him there was a huge table, where Neymar was playing poker. But he was not alone. He was joined by six guys, and four girls dressed in slutty outfits.

You were getting angry. Really angry. ‘What the fuck Neymar!’ Twelve faces turned around and faced you, including your little brother and Neymar.

’(Y/N)!’ Your little brother ran towards you, wrapping his little arms around your leg. 'It’s okay baby.’ You lifted him up.

'Who is this ney? Your girl?’ One of the guys asked, laughing. He smirked. 'Yeah, she’s mine.’ You looked at him in disguist.

'You better get your ass in your car, we have to go.’ You yelled at him. 'You have two minutes to get there.’ With that you turned around and grabbed his keys. You heared them laughing behind you. ‘You’ve got a bossy one Ney!’ 

You rolled your eyes and walked outside to find his car. You opened the car. You decided to sit on the backseat with your little brother. You couldn’t sit next to him, you were disgusted by him.

How could he give you the feeling he could take care of your brother, and then just party with slutty girls and stoned guys?

Neymar walked to the car, and took his seat. ‘Here.’ You threw his keys to him. ‘Fuck you (Y/N). You’re such a bitch. Who do you even think you are?’ He yelled. ‘Language please.’ You gave him an angry look, wrapping your arm around your little brother. He rolled his eyes.

Lucas got tears in his eyes. ‘Baby, don’t cry.’ You lifted your brother up and placed him on your lab. ‘Look what you did Neymar!’ You yelled, hugging your little brother. ‘I’m sorry Lucas, how about we go get Ice Cream after (Y/N) and i are finished?’ He smiled at your little brother.

'Lucas we can’t! We have to go to the hospital.’ Shit. Neymar looked at me, confused. 'I think you have to tell me something.’

He parked for the tv studio and opened the door for us. ‘No. This is none of your bussines.’ You spat, walking into the huge building.

Why was he all up in your grill about this? ‘You have to tell me one day.’ He smirked.

'Get that damn smirk of your face.’ You almost screamed. How could he? You decided to ignore him the whole morning, until the interview.

You sat next to Neymar, and his arm was wrapped around your waist.

'So, Neymar, how long are you dating?’ The interviewer asked.

'Three months. But (Y/N) and i decided it would be the best to hide it. A few days ago we decided it was a great time to let the world know we love each other.’ He smiled, kissing your cheek. You smiled, looking at Neymar. You hated him.

'So, Neymar what do you like the most about (Y/N)?’ The interviewer asked. 'Her smile and her eyes. It may sound cliché, but that’s the truth.’ He looked at you, smiling. 'Thanks, Ney.’ You smiled.

'And (Y/N), what attracted you to Neymar?’ You smiled. 'Oh, that’s simple. His personality. He’s so down to earth. Nothing like most footballers. So definitly his personality.’ You said, sarcastically.

'Oh and he’s great with kids! Yeah. Last night my little brother slept at his, and everything went fine. He was so happy!’ You smiled. Neymars cheeks turned bright red. 'And another great thing about Neymar is, that if you don’t want him to know about something, he doesn’t nag about it. I don’t like people who do that.’ Neymar smiled, his cheeks turning even more red.

'That’s so nice of you meu amor.’ He kissed your the side of your forehead. 'Shut the fuck up.’ He whispered. You laughed softly and the rest of the interview went spotless.

You walked to one of the food tables and talked a bit to a cute guy. Ben was his name. Neymar was looking at the two of you the whole time.

’(Y/N), come here. We’re going.’ Neymar snapped. You hugged Ben. 'Bye!’ You waved and walked to Neymar and Lucas.

'You can’t talk to other guys (Y/N).’ Neymar said, grabbing your arm and walked out of the studio. 'Because?’ You asked, rolling your eyes.

Neymar laughed. ‘You heared me last morning, princess. You. Are. Mine.’

You didn’t speak the whole car ride. You didn’t get Neymar. Or he took care of you and gave you the feeling he was there for you, a really sweet guy, or he was an arrogant ass who think he’s better than anyone, OR he was overprotective and treated you like you were his object.

He parked before the hospital. ‘I’m waiting here (Y/N) oh and don’t forget, tomorrow you are meeting my family.’ He winked, and you just nodded quietly. ‘Goodluck.’ He squeezed your hand.

’T-thanks.’ You croaked out, lifting Lucas up and walked into the hospital.

What the fuck was going on?
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Part four? Give me feedback! 😘-

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back to the future par Marc Rodriguez
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