“Look! Fireflies!” - Marco Asensio

Being young parents was difficult, but it was completely rewarding. Marco and Anita were blessed with a little girl, that they'd named Maja. She captivated every room she was in, with her curly black hair and her adorable giggle she made whenever someone gave her a toothy smile. Maja may only have been a toddler but everyone was besotted with them. Marco and Anita had taken an evening walk, with Maja attached to Marcos shoulders. They were walking down to the small pond that was just behind their house, craving some simple family time away from their phones and humid house. Hands entwined, walking in a comfortable silence, they made their way down to the pond. When they arrived, Marco gently passed Maja to Anita, pressing a kiss to her head. He shrugged off his jacket and put it down in the dock, plopping himself down and shortly being followed by his girlfriend and daughter. Anita rested her head on her boyfriends shoulder, feeling a chaste kiss being pressed to her temples. They both enjoyed the silence as it contrasted to their every day lives. Marco was used to the hustle and bustle of training and Anita was used to the busy streets of Madrid that she walked every day in her way to work, as a retail sails assistant. Even their house was busy, phones constantly going off and the TV constantly blaring sports news. Their silence was disrupted by their daughter. “Look! Fireflies!” Maja squealed, slapping her tiny hands on her father's thighs. The couple looked up, seeing their daughters claims be true. They were circling around the pond, swooping and swinging everywhere they flew. The couple simply shared a smile, content.

Summer School - Roman Burki

a/n - this was inspired by @fcbarcelonababes father roman imagines, go check them out!! _____ “Summer school?!” Roman yelled. Long ago had his daughter been sent upstairs by her Mother so she could talk sense into Roman before he went mad. “Roman, it's not that big of a deal. It's only for math.” Adeline reasoned her husband. Roman normally kept his cool when it came to their daughter, Heidi, but as she got older he found himself becoming stricter with his daughter, only wanting the best for her. As she had approached her teenage years Roman found himself denying her the opportunity to go to parties, only to have his decision overruled by his wife. “She should've studied more instead of going out so much with her friends, and that boy.” Of course Roman was referring to Heidi's boyfriend: Markus. It wasn't that serious, they were only 16 after all. Markus was a nice enough young man, he was always polite and made Heidi laugh. Roman intimidated her boyfriend, not that it was hard to. Being over 6ft tall and muscled, covered in tattoos, was enough to intimidate any 16 year old boy. “Roman, don't say that. She worked so hard this year and you know maths isn't her strong point.” That was true, Heidi was much more into sport than she was into academics. Roman groaned, resting his head on the dining room table and running his fingers through his hair that was still wet from his after-training shower. Adeline walked behind her husband, wrapping her arms around him. “Go see her. You know she hates making you mad or disappointing you.” “She could never disappoint me.” “I know that Ro. But she thinks she has. All your talks about how unpredictable sport is and how she should have a back up plan has gone to her head.” The talks that Adeline was referring to was the numerous times Roman had warned his daughter about injuries ruining sports star careers and not having a back up plan, aka academics. Adeline pressed a kiss to Roman's temple, making him lift his head to softly kiss her cheek. She walked to the bottom of the stairs and called her daughters name. “Heidi! Can you come down here please.” Her call was met by the soft sound of Heidi running downstairs. She walked into the kitchen tentatively, peeking her head through the door. Roman ushered her towards him. He stood up, pulling his daughter close to his chest. “You know I'm not mad at you, right Heids?” He spoke into her hair, his massive hands rubbing her back. “I'm sorry. I know you want me to do something academic.” Heidi muffled into her father's chest. “No no no. Darling, I want you to do whatever makes you happiest. Whether that's football or dancing or writing or anything else your heart desires.” Roman spoke as his daughter looked up to look him in the eyes. He got no reply, simply a bone-crushing hug from Heidi. Adeline looked at her little family, her heart filling with pride and joy. She busied herself, not wanting to disrupt their little moment. “Babe, come here.” Roman spoke, using his arm that wasn't around his daughter to usher her over. She happily obliged and he wrapped an arm around her, softly pecking her lips. “Ewwwww.” Heidi groaned. This earned her a hip bump from her father. “Now you know how I feel when I see you swapping spit with Markus.” Roman spoke, earning him a slap on each bicep from Adeline and Heidi.

Routine - Rafinha Alcantara

Things was never quite turned out as planned when Rafinha was involved. You'd planned dinner at 6? He'd turn up at 7. You'd started a new series together on Netflix? He'd go 10 episodes ahead unconsciously. You planned a holiday to Argentina? He'd cancel it and plan another to Brazil. Most of the time, like 90% of the time, it was tolerable and endearing. But the other 10%? Jana, his girlfriend of 8 months, would find the idea of strangling him more than tempting. Obviously he meant well, he was just incredibly unorganised and forgetful. The couple could not be more opposite. Jana was organised, I'm talking planners and highlighters and reminders in her phone calendar, whereas Rafinha could barely write a shopping list. She planned everything, Rafinha preferred to wing it. She liked sparse spontaneity, whereas Rafinha was spontaneous all the time. It made their relationship testing, a lot of their friends constantly said they were too opposite to work. But they did. They had to. They couldn't let each other go. Rafinha couldn't imagine not being spammed by her texts all day, his phone lighting up constantly with little emojis and messages. Jana couldn't imagine never smelling the strangely endearing scent of her boyfriend, he always smelt of Hugo Boss and a little bit of suncream. Regardless of their polar opposites they worked together, in some strange way. Of course they argued, and this occasion was the worst. Jana overheard a conversation Rafinha was having with Thiago over the phone, saying she was too stoic and static, that it bored him. As soon as he hung up (because Jana didn't want Thiago to think he was part of her anger because she really did like him) she started yelling. Insults were tossed back and forth. She called him an ass and he said she was overreacting, as per usual. It ended with Rafinha slamming their bedroom door and locking it, forcing Jana to retreat to the couch for the night. Normally Jana would've simply headed home but as her plumbing was being fixed Rafinha had suggested that she stay at his house until it was done. She grabbed a small fluffy blanket and a couch pillow, settling herself down on the couch. The muffle of the TV was only slightly audible as Jana attempted to get some much needed shuteye. It wasn't even the fact that she had to sleep on the sofa, it was the fact that she had left her make up wipes in the room her and Rafinha had been sharing so she couldn't remove her make up. Her skin was not gonna be happy with her. Soon enough Jana got to sleep, slowly drifting off to the sound of some housewife show Rafinha liked watching. - Jana felt herself being lifted up, snuggling into the source of warmth, her mind not questioning who even was lifting her up. The sound of footsteps ascending up the spiral staircase that Rafinha was so proud of filled her ears, followed by the sound of a door being opened and closed. She felt herself being placed on a soft bed, the feel of soft silk enveloping her. Just as she felt herself drifting off to sleep Jana felt a damp cotton pad being pressed to her face and moved with circular motions. This repeated a couple of times, a new cotton pad being pressed to her face every so often. Then she felt a baby wipe, softly wiping her face. Then the movement stopped. Because of the lack of movement, Jana felt herself drifting off to sleep again. Not before she felt a soft and chaste kiss being pressed to the temple of her forehead. - The next morning Jana awoke to her favourite sight: Rafinha next to her. He was awake, his arm behind his head and the other holding his phone as he scrolled through Instagram. She rubbed her eyes, ridding them of sleep. Rafinha soon noticed she was awake, rolling from his back and onto his side to face her. “Morning Jay.” That was his affectionate nickname for her, as she scarcely cared for the usual nicknames boyfriends gifted their girlfriends. His husky morning voice never failed to make Jana flustered, regardless of whether they were arguing or not. “Morning Rafa.” She spoke quietly. “I thought I fell asleep on the sofa.” “You did. But I remembered you still had your make up on and you think that makes your skin bad and that makes you insecure. I didn't wanna contribute to an insecurity, in any way. Plus, the sofa isn't comfortable. I didn't want you to get back pain.” He spoke sheepishly. “I'm sorry if I missed any bits of your make up. I know you have a whole skincare routine thing but I didn't know it properly. I only know that you use some of that micellar water on a cotton pad and a facewipe afterwards.” Jana felt her heart swelling at his sweetness, she never thought he paid attention to her skincare routine. She always thought that he found her skincare routine another part of her meticulous planning and organisation, therefore finding it annoying. “Thank you Rafa.” She lifted her hand to affectionately stroke his cheek, him instantly leaning into her touch. “That truly does mean the world to me.” He only nodded in reply. A silence swept over them again, until Rafinha spoke a few minutes later. “I'm sorry about last night. I don't find you boring at all. You balance me out, you make me better. You think I don't notice the little things you do for me, I do. I notice the how whenever you sleep round, you set alarms to match mine on your phone in case I sleep through mine. I notice how you write things on the calendar just in case I'm interested. I appreciate it Jay, I don't know how I could be without you.” “I'm sorry too Rafa. I don't think you're an asshole. I just got aggravated.” “Happens to everyone my love. I should've been more considerate.” And just like that, they were okay again.

Rafinha proposing to you would include...

•rafinha is a total hopeless romantic •he would have spent hours upon hours planning the proposal, getting advice from everyone he could •whether that was neymar or his mother or thaisa or thiago •but his planning would literally be ruined by his spontaneous emotions •like they would just wake up on a sunday morning in the off season, wiping the sleep out of their eyes and drinking coffee •and rafinha would look at her while she laughs at the dumbest joke he's ever made and realise how much he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her •and he'd jump out of bed and jump onto the floor to fumble through his training bag where he'd been keeping the ring •he'd only kept in there because his girlfriend refused to clean out the training bag because of how much it stunk •and he would run over to his girlfriends side of the bed and get down on one knee •she would literally be so shocked because yeah her and rafinha had talked about marriage and kids but she didn't expect anything so soon •and he'd start this long, mumbling spiel about how much he loves her •he lists everything he loves about her •he speaks about how he appreciates everything she does for him and how much his family love her •and he says he wants to start a family with her, whenever she's ready •and by the time he's done her eyes are filled with tears and she's overcome with emotion •she splutters out a yes and i swear to god, rafinha has never moved so fast in his life •he tackles her into the bed and they spent the rest of the day tangled in each other

Dating Paulo Dybala would include...

•paulo is obsessed with nicknames •on their first date his girlfriend was convinced that he'd forgotten her name because all he referred to her as was beautiful or gorgeous •she was also the first person to know about his transfer to juve •as soon as he knew he ran to her house and spilled the news, only hoping that she would go with him •and she did, more than happily •paulo loves the smaller things in relationships •the walks in turin in the evening, discussing everything from politics to the cute dog account they both stalk on instagram •how she runs her hands through his hair when he's stressed, knowing it calms the stinking headache that he's struggling to keep at bay •the little notes she leaves before she goes for her early morning shift •how in her phone she has an entire album dedicated to pictures of paulo •like not just pictures of them together, but pictures she's seen on instagram and saved because daaaaaaaamn her boyfriend is cute •he loves how much his family love her •like it's a regular occurrence for him to come home from training and see her in the kitchen on facetime to his mother who pesters him to bring her home to argentina more often •paulo is a well dressed man and his girlfriend obviously matches that •he's even so sure of her fashion savviness that he allows her to buy some of his clothes •like you do not understand how big of a deal that is for him, no one (other than his mother) has bought him clothes since he was 15 •this just shows how comfortable and happy he is with his girlfriend and how sure he is of her

Dating Erik Durm would include...

•constant jokes about his rosy cheeks •like his girlfriend would say cheesy or cringe stuff just to see the colour rush to his cheeks because she found it cute •i feel like at first erik can be really closed off because he wants to make sure people have good intentions •but once he trusts you he is one of the loudest, sweetest and bubbly people you've ever met •he's constantly cracking jokes or giving people compliments •he showers his teammates with compliments so much his girlfriend has become convinced that he secretly fancies Burki •(not that she can blame him) •he constantly references embarrassing moments of hers •particularly from her 2014 relatable tumblr, one direction and bieber phase, which is oh so detailedly documented on her twitter •like why did she not think to delete her tweets before she started dating a literal Greek god??? •'babe, why won't you talk to me?' •'soz, ur not harry styles lol' •(referencing a literal tweet of hers that kills her with embarrassment) •'really erik, really?' •'sorry, i just can't help it. i'm so stressed, well dressed and justin bieber obsessed' •(yet again, another directly quoted tweet) •regardless of how much he teases her, he's still a massive sap towards her •i'm talking tulips delivered to work, because she hates roses, and fancy dinner dates to the best restaurants dortmund has to offer, regardless of how much she insists that mcdonalds is completely fine •all in all erik durm is a literal sappy asshole to his girlfriend

Dating Neymar would include...

•Neymar had one of the biggest egos of in the world but his girlfriend literally made him feel like an insignificant ant •like one moment he'd be all cocky and jokey but the second she came around he'd become a stuttering mess •don't get me wrong though, he can be one charming and confident motherfucker •whenever you go out for drinks with friends he always makes some stupid pun or pick up line •'Daaaaamn baby, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?' •'Neymar I swear to God...' •regardless of the fact that he's Neymar fucking Jr he'd still get insecure •after a bad match or a bad result, he is inconsolable •like you have to keep him off his phone and away from the tv otherwise he'll just overanalyse his performances and see the negativity •but neymar doesn't want to take his bad moods out on you so he goes to the gym to burn off some anger •and when he comes back his favourite dinner is on the table, well according to his meal plan that he has to meticulously follow, lovingly cooked by his girlfriend •he'd feel all the stress and anger rush out of him because he knows regardless of his performances and what everyone else says, he found a girl who truly loves him and who he could not love more

"Are you sneaking out on me?" - Roman Burki

"Are you sneaking out on me?" Roman spoke, seeing his best friend gathering her clothes quickly. “I've gotta go Roman.” She spoke hurriedly. Roman groaned, knowing she was only leaving because they had slept together the night before. Roman reached up, grabbing her arm and stopping her from gathering more clothes. “Chill Laur. It's not that big a deal.” “Not that big a deal? We slept together Roman!” Lauren spoke exasperated. “And it was good!” Roman replied, earning him a smack on the arm. “C'mon Laur, stop stressing it. It was always gonna happen.” She knew his words were correct as everyone pointed out the blatant sexual tension between the two of them. “B-bu-” She stuttered and Roman pulled her back down on the bed. “Lie with me for a bit. We can go out later.” “What, like a date?” “Exactly.”