Random Soccer Fic
Intro: You are a popular celebrity who is doing promo for Nike. Marco Rose is going to teach you the ins and outs of football.
Warnings: None (grammar mistakes could count I guess. Tbh this is based on a dream I had, so I just wanted to get this on paper or computer so this may jump around a little. If you want to take this story and redo it to be better, please message me.)
You get ready to get on the fields, your heart beating fast because of a certain person who caught your attention. Marco Rose, the football teams manager, had introduced himself to you and told you what is going to happen on the field. You change into some shorts, a top and your vest. As you walk outside Marco comes up to you and says, “Your vest is backwards”. You feel slightly embarrassed and switch the shirt. Some of the football players behind him giggle and gossip at how Marco is gently helping your switch your vest. You look up to his face and you guys look at each other. “You ready?” “Absolutely not” laughing together he sits you down on one of the benches to tie your shoes. He runs his hands up your calf to lift your leg, “What happened here?” “I was rushing this morning and bumped my shins.” he gently runs his fingers on the bruise and asks “Does this hurt?” “Not a lot”. He continues to rub his hand on the bruise until you get interrupted by the team mates. As the guys are teaching lessons on how to dribble, Marco stands right behind you and makes silly dad jokes. This makes everyone laugh, but he lands his hands on your shoulders.
Later on, Marco challenges you to play a one on one game with him to see how much you’ve learned. You can tell that he is going easy on you, but you still try to go as fast as you possibly could. As he tries to block you and get the ball, he jogs behind you. He grabs your waist and you both laugh and fight for the ball. You successfully kick the ball into the goal post, and jump in glee. Marco hugs you and you while you stare at each other. After the video is done being recorded, you go into the locker room. A knock echoes in the room and Marco comes in after you give the invite. “Hey, you did well out there. I was going to ask if you would like to watch our games... if that’s alright with you?” “Yeah.. that would be nice.” You accept his invitation and he kisses your cheek goodbye.
