marcell fornell

anonymous asked:

Es gibt eine Fan Seite von Ramsey und auf dieser ist ein Video wo Marcel fornell mit seiner Freundin geht und ramsey hinter her rennt und fragt bekomm ich ein Foto und Marcel sagt glaub ich frag Victoria Secret Eine für mich eindeutige Andeutung auf marco und Scarlett oder nicht 🤷🏼‍♀️😂

Danke für den Hinweis, ich habe es sofort angeschaut. 😂😂😂😂😂😂. Sieht für mich auch eindeutig nach einer Anspielung aus.

These Feelings

Hate is a strong word. You never hated anything. Your mother always taught you that hatred but love will put a spring in your step and a smile on your face. Except today, you hated someone and that someone was Marcel Fornell. You two had been the happiest couple anyone had ever seen. You thought he loved you enough for the thought of marriage would pop into his mind.

But apparently not.

You had met Marcel at some party that your long-time best friend Marco was throwing. Marco introduced Marcel to you and you knew then that as soon as your eyes met, it was like fate brought you two together. Until everything went downhill. Arguments about anything one of you did to piss the other off brought him to the realisation that he’d be better off without you.

So here you were now, scarfing rocky road ice cream down your throat right out of the carton, mascara streaks painting your cheeks, curled up in Marco’s bed, watching romantic movies, and sobbing.

“I will love you forever and always. I promise,” the character on TV said.

“He’s lying! Don’t listen to the lies he’s spitting!” You screamed at the screen with your mouth filled with the sweet dairy and fell back onto the bed in defeat. Marco knocked softly on the bedroom and peered inside, seeing a small, sobbing lump under the sheets.

“You think watching love movies will mend your broken heart?” Marco walked to the other side of the bed and plopped down beside you. He arched his neck so his head was facing you and studied your face. “Go away,” you flipped so your back was facing him. “I want to be alone.”

Marco only dragged your body back to him so you both were in a spooning position. Then you felt him rest his cheek on your shoulder and coo soft, comforting words making tears prick your eyes again. You choked on a sob and started to tremble slightly. Marco closed any lingering space between you and rolled your body over so that your face was nuzzled into his chest. You couldn’t stop the flow of tears from your eyes that stained Marco’s shirt. Marco stroked your hair with his hand and his other locked around your waist.

“Shhh its okay Y/N. You’ll be alright, you will get through this,” Marco reassured. “This is just a little obstacle you gotta encounter in life. You just have to be strong enough to endure it and soon enough, it’ll be over.” He placed his lips at the top of your head and left a lingering kiss there. You loved it when Marco was kind to you. He never show it publicly but underneath his goofball and  facade, Marco was a sweetheart. Then he scooped you up into his arms, bridal style, and brought you both up from the bed.

“What’re you doing Marco?” You sniffed and immediately clung to his shirt in fear you would fall because Marco was much taller so this was a major height difference.

“We are going to the park. You need to get out of the house, its been three weeks since you’ve seen daylight. You need fresh air and plus you look like a vampire Y/N,” he pointed out.

You grinned and scrambled a bit to escape Marco’s arms. “At least let me clean myself before we go. I look like train wreck.” Marco held you close to him still and said simply, “I think you look beautiful.”

You froze and met your eyes with his green and brown ones and stared him surprised. Did he say what you think he said? He was being so sweet to you these last few days but he barely ever complimented you. If a short and simple nod to what you were wearing was considered a compliment. But he called you beautiful so that was quite the upgrade from gestures from his head. Maybe it was because you were fragile and he wanted you cheer you up.

“What? I can’t speak the truth?” He finally place you down to exit his house and start the car. “I’ll wait for you in the car.”

You raced upstairs quickly to change since you only wore one of Marco’s hoodies and some casual shorts along with your hair in a messy bun. You pulled on some blue capris and a t-shirt with some white converse shoes then raced to the bathroom to take care of the battle of tangles in your hair. It took you some time but you finished your mission and proceeded to style it into a high ponytail. You were too tired to add make up after you removed the colorful splotches on your face and decided to put on some eyeliner and lipgloss. Satisfied with your speedy change, you galloped back down the stairs and out the door.

You entered Marco’s car with a sigh and fumbled to grab your seatbelt. You noticed Marco staring at you, so you gradually turned your head to view him. Though his eyes were covered with aviator sunglasses you could feel his piercing gaze locked onto you. After a long moment of your staring contest, he smiled and started the car to take your to destination.

Your mind kept wandering to what Marcel and what he was doing at the moment, making the car ride silent. You were back into a bad mood and yearned to return to your safe fortress of pillows and blankets. Marco seemed to take note of your change of mood from your dramatic gaze out the window and cranked up the radio which played a Taylor Swift song. Thinking it would cheer you up, Marco started singing off key horribly loud and kept glancing your way to see if a smile graced your face.

It didn’t.

So he started to even higher when the chorus came around and performed a odd dance the song. You broke out of your melancholy state and laughed while flying your hands to cover your ears and repeatedly pleading him to stop but that only spurred him on. Once at a red light, he grasped your wrist and held it down, bringing your head closer to him to listen to his torturous voice. You giggled profusely and tried fended him off by ruffling his perfectly neat hair. Originally Marco would kill a bitch if someone did this any other occasion but he was busy cheering you up so he allowed it for once and retaliated by blowing raspberries on your cheek. You shrieked and repeated the action on his neck. “No Y/N! Stop! The lights green! Don’t distract the driver.” Marco playfully shoved you back to your seat. You laughed giddily, so much that your cheeks were in pain. Your laugh was contagious to Marco apparently because he was having trouble maintaining the car on one side of the road.

At the park you and Marco did nothing but run around, play tag, chase ducks and geese, and swing on the swing sets at the children’s playground. You walked over to the middle of the grass field and collapsed dramatically, worn former activities. Marco joined you and fell on his back also staring at the great blue sky littered with white puffy clouds and a bright and warm sun. “Thank you Marco. This was so much fun.”

“Anytime doll,” he winked. You shoved his shoulder playfully and sat up. “I’m serious though…thank you. I think I’d still be cooped up in my room if it weren’t for you.”

“I know you would’ve. That’s why I called you over to my place for you to stay. That a way I could control you better.”

You smiled then glared at him and yanked a handful of grass from the ground and placed it gracefully onto his white and black striped tank top. He dusted it back onto you though and whipped out his phone. “C’mere.” He outstretched his arm and made a grabby gesture with his hand. You tumbled into him and looked at his phone. Before you had time to react, he snapped a picture of the both of you.

“Marco! Delete it, I look like crap!” You leaned over him to reach for his phone but he wrapped his free arm around your body and held you to the ground.

“You look fine, chill. Just gonna upload on Insta and we are…good,” Marco slipped his phone back into his pocket before you could protest again and pouted sarcastically at you. “Whats wrong princess?” He held your chin in his hand. “Awww it’s okay baby.” You slapped his hand away from you, stuck your tongue at him, rose up, and marched away from him in a random direction.

“Where are you going?” Marco laughed.

“Away from you! That tree is nicer than you Marco!” You shouted back as you pointed at a small and frail tree that looked like it would snap in two if you blew it. Marco laughed heartily and staggered to his feet to follow you. You unlocked your phone and tapped Instagram to view the picture Marco posted. You were staring blankly, caught off guard while Marco looked like a Hollister model with his smirk and designer sunglasses. The caption read ‘My girl!’ and double heart and a monkey covering it’s eyes emoji. With a hashtag saying ‘#LoveHer’. You stared at the post until you felt Marco bump into your shoulder and stared at your phone over your shoulder.

“I can delete it if you hate it that much.”

You spun around and stared at Marco, unaware of his presence and protested. “No, no. It’s fine. I’m just kinda worried about, um, what if Marcell sees it?” Marco threw his head back and groaned exaggeratedly loud. He looked back down at you with his head tilted to the side in an attractive way. Wait no, not attractive. He’s your friend not your boyfriend.

“Y/N, you two aren’t together anymore. I know that you’re still getting used being broken up, but you need to snap back into reality. You don’t have to worry about him anymore.”

You searched the ground just to avoid looking at Marco. “Alright,” you agreed. "No more talking about him. I promise.”

Marco smiled and intertwined his fingers with yours then began walking down the path. “Now how about some more ice cream?”

By the time the day was over and you and Marco were sprawled out lazily on the couch chatting the night away, mostly him telling you how much colour you’ve gained and how non-vampiric you looked, when your phone started buzzing. You stretched your arm in an attempt to retrieve your phone from the coffee table that was “so far away.” You felt a shiver trickle down your spine when you read the caller ID. Marcel. “Marco,” you called in a worried tone and showed him the phone.

“Ignore him,” Marco suggested casually and continued  on his phone. Your eyebrows furrowed slightly at his comment and stood to your feet. “Marco I can’t just ignore him.”

“Why not?” He stood up too. ”Just don’t answer the phone. There problem solved.”

He couldn’t be serious.

“Marco. I have to answer it. And I am going to.” You walked to the sliding door that led to the backyard to talk to Marcel but was cut short when Marco gripped your forearm and spun you around. He plucked your phone from your hand and answered the call.

“Hey!” He only placed a finger to your lips which you smacked away and attempted to grab your phone. He easily dodged your attempts to no avail. You eventually gave up and stared up at him frustratedly.

“Hello?” Marco answered while staring into your eyes daringly. You heard a loud muffled voice from Marcel’s side of the phone.

“Sorry she can’t come to the phone right at now. Goodbye Marcel.” Before he hung up you could Marcel’s yelling to put you on the phone.

‘What the hell? I’m right here? Why is he being like this, he was so nice earlier today’. You thought to yourself.

Marco calmly placed your phone back into your hand and slid back into his position on the couch to busy himself once again. You stormed over and confronted him. “Okay, what the hell?”

Marco kept quiet and stared at his phone lamely. “Marco!” You shouted angrily.

You yanked his phone and threw it to the other side of the couch. Marco jumped to his feet at lightening speed and got into your face. “You want to know why I did that? You said no more talking about him. You two aren’t together anymore so stop acting like you are.”

“Why are you so worked up about this?! It’s not like you control my life so stop acting like you are! You know what, whatever I’m out of here.”

You pushed past him and started for the front door but he twisted you back around and slammed his lips onto yours, possessively pressing your chest to his. You tried to push him away but his grip onto you was unrelenting so you slowly started to melt into the kiss. His lips felt like soft cushions and his tongue was warm and slick which slid into your mouth, exploring every inch of your mouth. Your throat emitted a delicate moan from this contact.

Marco pulled away after a while for air. You both said nothing, just stared at each other with heavy breaths. He licked his lips and gave you a sly smirk. “Don’t go.” Before you could give a reply, Marco picked you up so you could wrap your legs around him and carried you both to his room.

The next morning, you woke up and the first thing you noticed was your clothes on the ground next to you. You smiled as shivers ran up and down your body from the thought of last night. You turned over and saw Marco silently gazing at you with his hands folded under his pillow.

“Morning,” his sexy groggy voice greeted you.

“Morning it is.” You curled up next to him, keeping his gaze and placed a short kiss on his nose. “Last night was amazing,” you confessed. Your legs were still a bit sore and you knew you’d spot a hickey on your neck soon.

“You should speak for yourself. You were absolutely incredible.” Marco ran his hand up and down your side as if his hand was trying to memorise your curves. You saw his pupils widen ever so slightly as he remembers one particular moment when you raked your nails down his back and arched into him. It was a simple movement for you, but apparently not so simple to Marco.

You blushed and giggled as his hand was hinting something as it oh so innocently traveled down your body and gripped your behind firmly.

“Hmm I think I’m a little hungry,” you teased and with that, squirmed out of bed and threw on his oversized t-shirt. “How about breakfast?” You skipped out of the bedroom also hearing him “demanding you” to come back.

A few hours after breakfast, 'thank you for breakfast’ sex, and 'freshen up after breakfast sex by showering’ sex, you were currently cleaning around Marco’s house to keep busy after he left to practice with his team but should be back shortly according to his . You were left with your thoughts as the vacuum drowned out any sound coming from your mp3.  You thought about where your relationship with Marco was going and partially Marcel. Even though he broke up with you, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to him.

As you simultaneously vacuumed and thinking, you had a feeling that someone was watching you. You switched the vacuum off, then whirled your head around to ease the feeling. When your eyes landed on the front door, you jolted in surprise and fright. Casually leaning against the wall, was Marcel. “I rang the bell about a hundred times so I used the key,” he informed you and brought the spare key to Marco’s house into your view.

“W-what’re you doing here?” you demanded in a nervous voice. You cannot succumb to his pleads to take him back because surely that was what he was here for.

“I want you to break up with Marco.”

Your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes widened in disbelief. “You came here to tell me that? You couldn’t just text or anything? Wait a second Marco and I aren’t even together! Besides if we were, what makes you think I would listen to you?”

Really? Because that picture says otherwise Y/N!” Marcel stormed over to you and shoved his phone into your hand. You stared at it and realised that he was talking about the picture Marco had posted earlier today.

“What does it matter to you? We aren’t together anymore.”

“I know but…I can’t help but think that…maybe I was wrong.”

“No Marcel. I’m not doing this back and forth game. You dumped me. Its over. I have moved on, now you have to do the same.”

After you finally said it out loud, you realise that you were in love with someone. Marco. All along it had been Marco. If only you knew sooner. As if on cue, Marco had joined the two of you in the living room.

“What’s he doing here?”

“He was just leaving actually.” You looked at Marcel expectantly. He scoffed and shook his head. “I’ll see you later Y/N.”

“No you won’t.”

He and Marco shared a glare as Marcel left. As soon as he did Marco rushed over to you, held your face in his hands carefully, and examined you. “Are you okay? Why was he here? Are you hurt? Why’re you crying? Y/N say something!” Marco blurted out.

“Marco I’m perfectly fine. He didn’t touch me and was here to tell me to leave you. But I won’t ever because…” You trailed off and lowered your gaze. Now would have to be the time to spill the beans.

“Because what?” Marco asked in a calmer tone.

You forced yourself to look Marco in the eyes and inhaled deeply. “Because I love you.”

You studied his face, taking in every small detail of emotion that seemed to show. At first there was no expression but as his mind processed and replayed those words, an impossibly bright smile graced his features. Then he started to laugh joyfully and hugged you until your body was in the shape of a pancake.

“Marco…air,” you gasped out. He relaxed his hug enough for you to breathe but cut off your desperate pants for oxygen with a kiss which once again took your breath away.

“I love you too, my little vampire.”

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