#Jesse lingard imagine

[ghettogirly]

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𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓!

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-> KPOP

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-> FOOTBALLERS

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[footballerimaginess]

Enemies To Lovers

30 Day Challenge My daily challenge with prompts, these fics will not be tagged only if they were requested by an account and they’ll be under 500 words. 23. Enemies to lovers Jesse Lingard  Word Count: 331 You and Marcus were hanging out around his, like you usually do.  As the doorbell went off, you jumped as neither of you were expecting anyone. Marcus jumped up and grabbed the door. “Hi” you heard him say as a male replied.  As you looked up, you saw Jesse coming into the living room where you were sat.  “Oh hi” you muttered as he simply waved at you.  You and Jesse had never got on at all, for some unknown reason you both didn’t see eye to eye.  “Why do you two hate each other? you secretly love him I know you too well” Marcus smirked as he re entered the room which was filled with tension.  “Never said I hated him, just didn’t see eye to eye for whatever reason. But I don’t think I love him” you bluntly replied.  “I am here you know” Jesse sarcastically waved at you.  “Sorry” you loosely shrugged your shoulders as you watched as Jesse’s face practically snarled at you.  “I’ll go get a drink, you won’t kill each other while I’m out the room for at least 5 minutes will you” he laughed.  “You love me, you just need to stop lying” he smirked as you let out a sarcastic cackle “Nope, don’t think I do babe. Flirting doesn’t work, you’re such a tease. I guess I’ll have to work my way out to see where we go from here” you replied.  “Maybe a date” Jesse quickly blurted out as Marcus walked back into the room.  “A date?!! What the fuck have I actually just walked in. You hated each other when I left and now you are dating? Jeez what ”Marcus laughed as the two of you were now blushing.  “I need to see you two on a date as you hate one another” you rolled your eyes at Marcus.  “Just stop making this anymore embarrassing please” you rolled your eyes at him again as Jesse was left laughing at his friend. 

[valentinajadehill]

jesse lingard masterlist

sports branch o

can't take my eyes off you o

okay stop already- bloody hell ft marcus rashford o

lie detector part one, part two ft marcus rashford, jadon sancho and paul pogba o

hold your hand out randomly ft marcus rashford, jadon sancho and paul pogba o

stuck in a lift ft marcus rashford, jadon sancho and paul pogba o

sing or swim ft marcus rashford, jadon sancho and paul pogba o

always got you nugget ft marcus rashford o

facade o

doe eyes o

is it a match, part two o

you didn't tell us o

avoid, punch, date or marry o

best friends would include o

rate his instagram posts o

best friends o

why are you blushing? o

like father, like son o

stolen kisses o

boxer o

audience with adele o

tiktok pranks o

public o

not funny o

f1 driver number o

blurbs / oneshots

attitude

beach

movie ft marcus

sexiest

teasing

tight

date night

riding

documenting

[macybeckham7]

jesse teaching your baby who can't even walk yet to kick and play football

He held YDN and gently swung her little legs to the ball to get her to kick the ball, you watched as he explained to her the beautiful game of football. Jesse was definitely on the project Mbappe as he wanted her to be the next big thing in the footballing world. ‘She can’t even walk yet babe’ you say which he just looks at you, like you just said something stupid. You watch as he gets her to score a goal, and picks her up and celebrate as if she scored in the World Cup final, YDN letting out an adorable little giggle as she thought he daddy was silly.

[hendolish]

England NT Fic Recs ♡

never know where to start for a pairing or you're new to england nt rpf? here's a shameless collection of my favourite fics to give you a head start 🫶🏻 ———

Jack Grealish/Jordan Henderson

melt by inlovewithnight (8k)

soulmate au where you feel everything your soulmate does and can't bear being too far away from each other. they're just so at ease and in love with each other in this. probably my favourite hendolish fic! <3

About as subtle as an earthquake, I know by Lizz_88 (Bluejay00) (68k)

jack's a stripper, jordan's himself. so much more than what it says on the tin! all the characters are super complex and it takes a lot of work for these two to get together (with no shortage of lap dances and smut along the way) <3

Calm Before The Storm by preachingdoll (6k)

post-euro 2020 heartbreak jack needs a bit of help coping. jordan's there to offer a helping hand... the smut and dirty talk is 10/10

best worst behaviour by Bellelaide (25k)

kind of a hendolish classic, jordan puts bratty jack in his place.

♡

John Stones/Jordan Pickford

Sun City AU by Bellelaide (series, 40k)

honestly one of my favourite fics ever, let alone footie-wise. jordan's on a very british all-inclusive holiday at a hotel where john works. the vibes are just immaculate, you can visualise everything so clearly and there's so much depth to their characters!

Ice Melts by Bellelaide (7k)

enemies to lovers kinda? john doesn't think much of jordan before the 2018 wc but the further they get in the tournament, the closer they become. amazing characterisation and banter as always.

Helping Hand by slatkomore (14k)

with john's career ended abruptly by an injury, he turns to coaching instead and soon becomes the england u19s manager where he meets the goalkeeper coach, jordan pickford...

your world cup or mine? by Bellelaide (15k)

john goes to sleep at the 2022 wc and wakes up back in 2018 where he and jordan aren't together and barely friends. such an interesting concept and dynamic!

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Jack Grealish/John Stones

The Things We Did and Didn't Do by InTheFicOfIt (series, 104k)

john and jack sleep together in the aftermath of the euros, the following fic explores everything that comes after, including jack moving to man city and their friends finding out. i'm never usually tempted by this pairing but this fic is so damn good! it's written so wonderfully and there's so much of it- i couldn't put it down!

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Ben white/Aaron Ramsdale

happy together by foxholecourts (1k)

this fic perfectly encapsulates their vibe for me. the back and forth between the two of them is just delightful and exactly how i imagine them to be together, but it's also as equally sappy! i love these two idiots sm <3

watching you watching me by foxholecourts (2k)

ben likes to be watched... 10/10 benaaron characterisation from this author as always.

sweettalker by Anonymous (5k)

smut with a lot of dirty talk about the other arsenal lads. ben is very complex in this- an interesting take on their relationship!

I’m Not In Love by ceraunophilex (1k)

aaron falls in love immediately, ben slowly warms to him. short and sweet.

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Jordan Henderson/Trent Alexander-Arnold

Shake Me Into the Night by orphan_account (17k)

always hits me right in the feels. based around liverpool winning the champions league, the writing is so detailed and amazing!!

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Jude Bellingham/Reece James

the sun and the rainfall by ohsusie (series, 6k)

jude asks reece about some of the rumours surrounding him to help him broach a sensitive topic of his own. reece gives him some guidence. they're so sweet in this!

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Dele Alli/Eric Dier

In This World Of Ours by dierdele (53k)

the classic deledier best friends to lovers 2018 world cup get-together fic. you can't beat it, literally so cute oml.

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Marcus Rashford/Jesse Lingard

both your hands in the holes of my sweater by yvenger (jjjat3am) (3k)

this one is so much fun hehe, the ~2018 man u squad if they were a sunday league team where jesse's very confident and marcus has a huge crush on him. love the inner dialogue so, so much. ending is super cute!!

i can feel that body shake by princessrosberg (3k)

an england nt night out leads to them getting together and their first time! jesse and marcus characterisations are on point, esp the way they talk to each other <3

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Harry Kane/Gareth Southgate

All Good Things... by orphan_account (12k)

their established relationship is so cute in this! post-2018 wc and preparing for the euros, england team banter is perfect.

wished by orphan_account (23k)

gareth is harry's p.e teacher at school. listen… no comment... there's a reason it's the most kudos-ed southkane fic

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[inpursuitofmeaning]

March 13th, 2024

4:02 PM Sat in Starbucks (shocker). Sandwich in my bag, hot chocolate (from home, ironically) in my belly. Emotionally draining day for reasons that I can't speak into the void, but Korean waits for no one! Currently studying some irregular verb conjugations, while people-watching outside. I saw some people sat on the university sign. They looked like they had just finished a run. I like to run too. I wish they knew that. I could tell them "hey, I like to run" and they'd said "cool, me too" and id say "want to run at a similar pace to the same meaningless bench and back sometime?" and they'd say "cool". I could make running friends.

I am proud of myself for going to the gym this morning - but I am craving a bit more. Since I retired from varsity athletics I've taken a break from being active consistently, under the guise of "I dont need to prove myself anymore" and "Im re-buildling my relationship with sport". But I still crave more.

More adventure, the gravel roads I once roamed. Truth is, I've been scared to ride into Gatneau park from Ottawa. Too nervous. Yet I say I want to bike across Africa, across the world. For the last several years it has stopped me. How am I supposed to be the metaphorical lovechild of James Bond, Indiana Jones, and Lara Croft if I can't even control my nerves enough to adventure across the boarder? Right then, as my dad would say "book your ideas up". Enough staring at the roads on google maps, studying their ever nuance. Enough checking other peoples rides on Strava and wallowing in self pity.

I am the only thing getting in my way. The city makes me nervous, and I crave the comfort of the quiet roads I know. I used to explore those on my own, trying out new routes. Why is this any different? I guess it's a little different knowing I'll see other people. Being lost on your own is one thing, but being lost with hundreds of other cyclists around you is another. Okay - it's decided. I will go this weekend. I will get up nice and early and try it out. Im scared, but now I've put this thought into the void; I can't back out because I can't let the void down! I just have to imagine that David Beckham is reading this. If David Beckham thinks I am going on a bike ride - then I have to go. I can't back out knowing David Beckham has a perception of me. Backing down is not the Mancinaun way! Thank you for listening, void. From this adventure, you might get a more interesting blog post. Right then—now that that's sorted—I have to go and do some Korean. I don't want to let down Jamie! Speaking of, she loves soccer. "Manchester?! Do you know Jesse Lingard?" she says with glee. Of course! I proclaim. He plays in Korean now!" We spoke for a third of the lesson. I booked five more lessons.

[mountswhore]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐈

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 (𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝)

happy birthday (part two here)

they’re mine

nothing matters more than you

favourite girls

number one girl

drop the act

not completely alone

infatuated

bless your soul

whipped

for his girl

champions league baby

this very moment

i can change that

my MJ

worst days

it’s normal

down under

that feeling of relief

good boy

love doesn’t follow time

softy

they all know now

beauty and the beast

meanie

just like his daddy

cravings

undeniably yours

too distracting

you

𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 (𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝)

out of love (part two to 'happy birthday')

hatchy

𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝 (𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝)

my little robin

this year

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝 (𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝)

christmas at ours

well done

hot chocolate

come with me

boo boo

𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨 (𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝)

tipping point

good job

only if you do it

that damned dress

close to you

a day of belle

bonded like glue

this is suffering

puddles

you heard me

2.56am

𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐜

keep you with me

appreciate

you know what you did

my smart girl

coming with you

𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

zoo date

𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐳

bon appetit

[judebellswife]

REQUEST : OPEN

masterlist

Ben Chilwell ; Ben Pavard ; Christian Pulisic ; Héctor Bellerín ; Jesse Lingard ; Kylian Mbappé ; Mason Mount ; Rúben Dias ; Ruben Loftus-Cheek ; Jude Bellingham ; Dusan Vlahovic

( more coming soon )

— rule :

• don’t write smut.

• mention of death, or any event that related to this topic.

• talk bad about other celebrity, athlete, any human being.

— thank u! ୨ৎ

[threelionsgirl]

Can you bring please write something about reader dating Jadon and being really good friends with Jesse and always babysitting Hope when needed and today (20/02) being one of those days and reader and Hope watching Man U game together from home and Hope just being really cute when Jadon and Jesse come up on the TV (kinda like her stories) ❤️❤️❤️

babysitting | jadon sancho

warnings: none, it's fluff!

word count: 1151

notes: ok, I had some personal problems, and I'm slowly getting back with the requests, soon they will be open again

masterlist

"Is it really okay?" Jadon asked. He was standing next to you in the car parked in front of Jesse Lingard's house.

"Yeah, Jad, why wouldn't I be?" You asked, taking off your belt and opening the door. He did the same and found you on the other side. That day, you agreed to do Jesse a favor of being Hope's babysitter during the Manchester United game. Before the game started, Jadon took it upon himself to drive you to his teammate's house and take the opportunity to pick Jesse up so the two of them could go to the Stadium together.

"I thought you wanted to see me at the Stadium today." He hugged you around the waist and guided you to the door of the house.

"I like to see you anywhere, whether it's at the stadium or on television." You left a kiss on his cheek. "I can do that favor for Jesse, he's my friend too, and I love that little girl."

Jesse had explained that Hope's nanny had had a health problem in the last hour and as hard as it wasn't difficult to find another one, he didn't trust just anyone to look after his daughter. He was a present father, when the three of you went out or made plans at home he always took Hope, you and Jadon loved the little girl, you felt like you were her real uncles. When Jesse asked you to stay with her during that game, you quickly agreed without much thought.

You rang the doorbell and soon Jesse answered the door, ready to go to the game.

"Hey bro." He greeted Jadon first and then quickly turned to you. "Y/N, you don't know how grateful I am for the help."

"Jesse, you know that whenever you need it, you can ask."

When you entered the house you saw Hope on the sofa in the living room, she turned her head towards the door and when she saw who the visitor was she ran out towards the two of you and hugged your legs. "Uncle Jadon and Aunty Y/N."

"Hey little girl, how are you?" Jadon ducked down at Hope's height, and she smiled. She was wearing a huge Manchester United t-shirt that you deduced was Jesse's, you held back your laughter, it was so big you didn't know how she hadn't tripped over the bar yet. That must have been Lingard's doing, for sure.

"Right, Hope, daddy will be away for a few hours during the game Aunty Y/N will look after you."

"Yay!" She celebrated by clapping her little hands. Jadon left Hope with Jesse, so he could say goodbye to her.

"Behave yourself, don't disobey Y/N, daddy loves you."

"I love you too, daddy." She left a kiss on Jesse's cheek, and Jadon took the opportunity to say goodbye to you.

"See you later?"

"I'll be here waiting." You replied before sealing your lips on his in a goodbye kiss. You stood in the doorway with Hope as the boys got into the car and waved one last time. When they were gone, you ushered Hope inside and closed the door.

"Y/N we're going to watch the game?" Hope asked. "I want to see daddy and uncle Jadon."

"Of course we are! But don't you want to eat something first?" You asked, looking at the kitchen. Hope nodded her head in agreement, and you held her hand out to the kitchen. You sat her down on one of the chairs at the table, so you could look for the ingredients to make sandwiches.

"Hope, why are you wearing this huge t-shirt?" You asked, opening the fridge.

"Dad said he couldn't find my t-shirt, but for luck I had to wear it on United match day, so he got one of his own."

You rolled your eyes and let out a laugh at the explanation, knowing the friend you had. "That's something only Jesse would do."

You prepared two sandwiches, one for you and one for Hope. You ate chatting a lot, when you finished the game hadn't started yet, so you decided to go up to her room to look for a Manchester United's jersey that was her size. You found the small size jersey with "daddy" written on the back along with the number 14. You put it on Hope along with the white Manchester United shorts and red socks.

You decided to come downstairs with Hope when the game was about to start. You sat on the couch and kept her sitting on the carpet, so you could braid her hair. The pre-game started and Hope ran in front of the TV as Jesse came out of the tunnel.

"DADDY!" She screamed and you almost died with such cuteness. She kept following the screen until Jesse's face disappeared.

"Y/N where's uncle Jadon." She said, leaning her little hands on your knees. You smiled at her and ran your hand through your hair.

"He'll show up soon." You replied, perhaps more to yourself than to Hope. You could feel the same energy Hope felt with Jesse when she watched Jadon play, it was a genuine passion.

"LOOK, LOOK! IT'S DADDY!" She shouted, pointing her finger at the screen, halfway through the first half. The camera wasn't focused on Jesse, but somehow she knew that the player she was pointing at was her father.

"Yes, that's him!" You replied and pulled out your mobile phone to start recording Hope and sending the videos to Jesse.

"Uncle Jadon is down!" She made a horrified face, crossing her arms as Sancho took a foul. You sighed with relief when he soon got up, but laughed at Hope's worried gestures.

Most of the time she watched the game sitting cross-legged on the carpet, but she stood up every time Jadon or Jesse appeared on the screen. You were finding it adorable. She did a really cute little dance on Bruno Fernandes' goal in first-half stoppage time, celebrating as if she were with the players. The game ended 4-2 and before long Jesse and Jadon were back. You congratulated Jesse on the match and while Hope did the same to him, you hugged Jadon.

"Hey baby, congratulations on the win." You said, sinking your face from his neck.

"Thanks, love, so did you girls have fun?"

"More than I imagined." You stated, and Hope shook her head. "Jesse, Hope is your number one fan."

"I'd be disappointed if she wasn't." He smiled, taking her on his lap.

"Seriously, I need to show you the videos." You laughed and the four of you went back to the couch. You sent the videos you recorded to Jesse's phone and concluded that watching Manchester games was good, but watching with Hope was so much better. She was able to put a smile on your face, even if the team was losing.

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🏷: @mountchilly

[footballerimaginess]

For the baby blurbs, please could you do one with Jesse Lingard, about whatever you feel like?

You and Jesse were looking around the shops for baby clothes, after deciding that you didn't want to find out the gender of the baby until you've given birth. You had to find as many neutral clothes as you could. "Those boots are adorable" you showed Jesse as he came back round the shelves with what felt like a million baby clothes in his arms. "Oh they are sweet, get them" he smiled as he passed all of the clothes he had in his hand. "Do we really need all this?" you asked him as you glanced at all the clothes. "No but the baby does need them" he quickly shrugged, trying to justify himself. "Hmm okay Jess, guess the baby needs them" you laughed as you put the clothes in your basket with the many other things that you probably didn't need.

[emwritesfootball]

Rooftop Tension | Jesse Lingard

You + Jesse, sexual tension up the roof when sharing a hotel room

A/N: pretty sure this had been a blurb request before I stopped but you’re getting a slightly-longer-than-a-blurb word count on this, my dear x

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You took a long sip of your drink as you stared out at the sunset from the rooftop balcony of the hotel you were sharing with Jesse. What was originally going to be a girls’ weekend staycation with your best friend had turned into a last-minute desperate invite to your guy best friend. Jesse had eagerly accepted and you knew how needed this long weekend was for both of you. 

“Enjoying the view?” Came Jesse’s voice and the man appeared beside you, his own drink in hand. He’d upgraded the room without you knowing, the ‘thanks for the invite’ gift surprising you in the best way.

“Which view?” You teased, giving him a look that read you or the sunset? If you were honest with yourself, the sexual tension had been present between the two of you from the beginning but timing had kept either of you from acting on it. Now, both of you were unattached and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been hoping something would happen between the two of you in this hotel room. 

Jesse smirked at your reply, resting his elbows on the balcony railing which caused his forearm to brush against yours. “In my opinion, they’re both beautiful,” he murmured, the words making your stomach dip. 

Now was your chance, and you decided to take it. “You know, getting kissed at sunset is on my bucket list…”

You felt Jesse tense beside you and for a moment you thought you’d fucked up. He sucked in a breath and turned to face you. “Well, then, it’s a good thing that’s on my bucket list, too.” 

“Really?” You asked, your gaze flicking from his eyes to his mouth, and you noticed him doing the same. 

“Really,” he whispered, his hand cupping your cheek right before he leaned in and covered your mouth with his.

The kiss was everything you’d been dreaming of, Jesse pulling you as close as possible without making a scene. Your head was still fuzzy when the kiss ended, both of you breathless. “What do you say we take our time, finish our drinks, and wait ‘til the sun goes down before heading back to our room?” He murmured, giving you a light kiss. “Just because we’ve been waiting forever for this doesn’t mean we shouldn’t make it special.”

“That sounds perfect,” you breathed, your body already anticipating just how good the night with Jesse was going to be from that kiss.

[blueathens]

Merry Christmas

Summary: In which Y/n gifts Jesse a present that he has been begging for nearly year now.

Song: Santa Baby by Kylie Minogue Quote: “It’s Christmas Eve babe-”

A/N: THIS IS SO SHIT AND I APOLOGISE SO MUCH!!

Requested

Masterlist//Dusk Till Dawn Masterlist//Agape Masterlist

“Can you reach?” Jesse asked as his hands gently grip onto Hope’s legs as she sat on his shoulders, leaning up as she tried to put the star onto the top of the tree.

“No…”

“Of course she can’t, Jesse you’re too short for something like this.” Y/n giggled as she leaned against the doorframe, hands tucking under her very large white jumper as she watched the way her boyfriend looked at her in mock defence.

“I’m taller than you.”

“By an inch.”

“And that inch is very important.”

“Daddy I still can’t reach,” Complained Hope as she interrupted the couple barrel from below her, her little hands waved the star at hand to see if some type of magic can help her put it on. “The star.” She complained again. “Daddy!”

“How about we open a present instead and then we can try putting the try on top of the tree again.” Y/n suggested as she moved towards them and sat cross-legged onto the ground and grabbed the medium sized box in front of her and held it out for Jesse and Hope as he too moved to sit on the ground with Hope in his lap.

Y/n was absolutely buzzing and strongly believed Jesse was unwrapping the present unbelievably slowly. It was a gift Jesse wanted for ages now, begging for it since the beginning of the year and still begging for it now.

“It’s Christmas Eve babe-”

“Jesse just open it.” Y/n interrupted him as she looked at him with widen soft eyes, waiting for him and Hope to open the lid of the cardboard box that was painted a yellow colour with some gems on the rim of it.

“Is this…?” He gulped as he pulled out the shirt with the words ‘See you in 9 months Daddy and Hope,’ and then a small piece of paper fell out of it as of the t-shirt he unfolded, and it told him all he needed to know.

The ultrasound of his and Y/n’s little boy or girl.

“Babe…is-is this real?” Jesse asked as he stared widely at the black-and-white picture in his shaky hand and all Y/n could do was nod as she said:

“We’re having a baby of our own Jess…Hope is gonna be a big sister.”

[judeswhore]

3 with jesse lingard (bonus promts)

in which it turns out jesse is a 28 year old man who’s never seen love actually

prompt: “i think you just made the naughty list”

i hate mariah carey - jesse lingard

"I'm sick of this song." Jesse tried to lean over the kitchen island to make a grab for your phone, frowning and grumbling when you snatched it away. "Turn it off." You took a step back to put even more space between you and tucked your phone into the front pocket of your hoodie.

The two of you were in the middle of making a batch of Christmas cookies, songs playing through Jesse's speakers to get you into the festive spirit. You'd already spent the morning decorating, you doing more than your boyfriend because he was more interested in trying to tie you up with tinsel, but you'd gotten there in the end. This was the second batch you were attempting to make because the two of you had gotten slightly distracted and left the first lot to burn, the smoke alarm putting an end to your little side plans.

"How can you be sick of it? It’s a masterpiece.” You argued as Jesse glared at you, barely paying attention as he filtered flour into a bowl.

"You've played it about fifty times today, I think I hate Mariah Carey because of you." You gasped dramatically, picking up a cookie cutter and lobbing it in his direction. It hit against his shoulder and he just stared at you across the island, clearly unamused.

"You can't hate Mariah Carey, Jesse, she is Christmas."

"Michael Bublé is Christmas." He countered and you shook your head in disapproval, stopping in the middle of his kitchen with your hands on your hips.

"I think we've hit that point in our relationship where I'm about to lose feelings." Jesse narrowed his eyes at you, hands pulling back from the bowl, flour still clinging to his skin.

"Meaning?"

"Meaning I don't think I can date someone who thinks Michael Bublé is more Christmasy than Mariah Carey. Did Sam sing a Michael Bublé song in Love Actually?" You didn't wait for him to answer, just held your hand up in the air. "No, I didn't think so."

"Who the fuck is Sam?" You gaped at him, mouth open as you tried to figure out if he was being serious or not. His face was completely serious and it made your mouth drop even further, head shaking in utter bewilderment.

"Sam, the little boy from Love Actually who's in love with the American girl?" You raised your eyebrows waiting for it to click but Jesse was still staring at you like you were trying to explain some new phenomena to him. "His dad is Liam Neeson and he plays the drums in the school play to try and impress her and then he chases her all the way to the airport because she's The One."

You genuinely couldn't believe you were dating a man who didn't know who Sam was. He's quite literally the blueprint for all first true loves, everyone knew that.

"Y/N, darling, your explaining is amazing but it's not helping because I've never seen Love Actually." Jesse clapped his hands slightly and a cloud of white flour plumed around him, settling on his black counter tops and you made a look of annoyance at the mess he was making.

"That's blasphemous." You had to pause the music to process his words because what person hadn’t seen Love Actually? “Like never?”

“No, never wanted to.”

“Are you taking the piss?” Jesse rolled his eyes and wiped his hands down the front of the apron you’d made him wear. It said “hottest chef” and he’d decided he was never taking it off. “I think you just made the naughty list.”

“For not watching Love Actually? Bit over the top isn’t it?” He made his way over to you, fingers reaching into your hoodie to grab your phone, disconnecting it from the speakers in just a few seconds. “I’m choosing what we listen to.”

“Oh absolutely not, we’re finishing the cookies and then I’m making you watch Love Actually.” Jesse’s lips slipped into a pout and he dropped his head against your shoulder, groan vibrating from the back of his throat.

“I don’t want to.” The whine in his voice was evident but you were set on making him watch it, you wouldn’t leave his house until he knew all the characters and their backgrounds. His arms slid around your waist and he tugged you against him as though hoping he could hug you tight enough that you couldn’t move but you just pushed him backwards.

“You have to or I’ll dump you.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I would. Sam’s love story is more important to me that ours.” You kept trying to push him back towards the cookies so you could finish them but he was stronger than you and kept you rooted to the spot, his laugh tickling your neck. “Stop! You have to watch it.”

“It’ll be shit, why can’t we just watch Elf?” You made an incredulous noise and pinched his bicep.

“How can you think Love Actually is shit but wanna watch Elf? You’re completely ridiculous.” Jesse trapped your arms against his chest, grunting when you stepped on his foot.

“I don’t like rom coms.”

“Oh my God, you’re such a fucking liar we literally watched The Holidate last night.” Your back hit the counter and Jesse effectively caged you in, his hands pinning yours to your sides. He met your gaze, humour evident in his eyes and you knew he was trying not to laugh at your unsuccessful attempts of getting away.

“I only watched because you begged me to. I didn’t even like it.”

“Bullshit, you were rooting for them the whole time.”

“I was trying to keep you happy.” Your lips suddenly turned pouty, shoulders dropping and you gave Jesse those eyes he could never say no to. “Nuh uh, those eyes won’t work this time.”

“C’mon, stop being a Scrooge, this is my favourite movie.”

“You say that about every movie.”

“I’ll get down on my hands and knees and beg you.” Your boyfriend’s lips suddenly tilted into a teasing smirk and he let go of your wrist to tuck your hair behind your ear.

“I think you’ll be the one on the naughty list if that happens.” Your pout got deeper and you ignored his attempt at a dirty joke, your fingers wrapping around the back of his neck.

“If you watch it with me I’ll kiss you as much as you want and I’ll even let you teach me how to do your weird football tricks.” Jesse bent his head a little and let his lips brush the corner of your mouth, your lashes flutter when he slipped his arm around your waist and pulled you against him.

“How about you do both of those things and give me a back massage.” You tilted your head in contemplation even though you knew you were going to say yes. Massaging Jesse never stayed just massaging Jesse for very long and you weren’t one to complain about that. You gave a little shrug, pout clearing for a smile to take its place.

“Okay sure. But you have to sit through the entire thing with no complaints and I want you to tell me when it’s finished what everyone’s story was.”

“You’re so demanding.”

[xhopelesslyromanticx]

Learning to love you- Jesse Lingard x Reader

Masterlist

summary: In which the reader and Jesse are figuring out how to deal with an unplanned pregnancy. All while hiding it from her brother Marcus. Based on Billie Eilishs „Halley‘s comet.“

I don't want it And I don't want to want you

It was a dark and cold morning when you made your way to the black car parked in your driveway. You buried your face in your scarf as it was freezing. You opened the car door before sitting down in the vehicle, shivering as you closed the door.

„Did he see you leave?“ Jesse asked, sitting in the driver seat of his black Mercedes, dressed in some black tracksuit and looking pretty tired.

„No of course not Jesse.“ you sighed, running your hand through your hair as you stared out into the foggy air.

Trying to avoid Jesses stare on you „I was careful, I promise you don’t have to worry.“

Jesse could tell you were pressed about this as he started driving down the road. The two of you not talking to each other at all. This was a shitty situation to be in for both of you.

What had happened was that Jesse and you had what could only be described as a one night stand. You had both gotten pretty drunk at a party and it just kind of happened. And what started of as just a one time thing soon turned into a regular occurrence. Both of you agreeing to keep it casual. The messy part of the story was that Jesse was your brother Marcus best friend and teammate.

Well, not exactly the messiest part of all. No, the even messier part of this story was that Jesse was currently driving you to the hospital. After your period was late you had taken a pregnancy test and it had turned out positive. The positive test was followed by at least twenty more. Each of them telling you the same thing; you were pregnant.

It had taken you a lot of courage to call Jesse and tell him about it. He of course freaked out and even started to yell at you at some point. So you see that’s why you were not really fond of the idea of being with him at the moment. He had been incredibly rude and you had cried all night after the phone call. Till he texted you that he wanted to make sure it was true before doing anything else and that he would pick you up at 5am to go to the hospital.

In your heart you knew that it was true. All the symptoms and this weird feeling you had the past four weeks finally making sense.

„So are you never gonna talk to me again?“ Jesse spoke up after a while, clutching onto the steering wheel as you sighed.

„What can I even say.“ you whispered, crossing your arms as you stare out the window „You already have made up your mind.“

„Made up my mind?“ Jesse chuckled before shaking his head „I’m sorry that I didn’t jump up an down in joy when you told me that I got my best friends sister fucking pregnant!“

You bit your lip, trying to resist the urge to cry again. Was this already hormones?

„Well, it isn’t my fault either Jesse!“ you now hissed back, looking at him from the side.

Jesse looked at you before sighing „I know it isn’t Y/n! Okay? I’m just fucked if this is really true.“

„What’s supposed to not be true? I have taken about twenty tests. I’m fucking pregnant Jesse!“ you yelled, completely fed up with his narcissistic behavior.

„And you are a hundred percent sure that it is mine?“ he now hissed and you could immediately tell he regretted it.

You chuckled, staring out the window again. Oh, were you pissed off by the guy.

„I honestly can’t believe you right now.“ you bit your lip, already feeling tears fill your eyes.

Jesse didn’t say anything, he just stared at the road as he questioned why he was such an idiot sometimes. The rest of the car ride was dead silent and neither of you said a word.

„So you are definetly pregnant.“ the doctor said as you were sitting on the hospital bed.

You could hear Jesse sigh in the corner as he nervously paced up and down the room.

„And ehm…“ the woman weakly smiled at you, probably feeling sorry that the father of your child was currently acting like his life had just ended „I’ll give you a call to make an appointment next week and we can do a first ultrasound check up and then and discuss everything else.“

You nodded, looking down at your hands as you fumbled with the hem of your shirt.

„I’ll give you two some time.“ the blonde woman now said before leaving the room. And with it leaving you behind with Jesse sitting on a chair in the corner and cursing under his breath.

„Fuck, fuck, fuck!“ the guy said, burying his face in his hands. The sight of it made you sad. He looked truly upset about this. He couldn’t even pretend to be happy that you were carrying his child for a second.

After you stayed in that room and Jesse didn’t talk to you or try to comfort you at all, you finally decided you had enough. You stood up from the bed before putting on your grey coat that was hanging at the door.

„I won’t tell Marcus.“ you said, your voice cold and emotionless.

„That you're pregnant?“ Jesse furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at you confused.

„No, that it’s yours.“ you answered, grabbing your purse and scarf „I’ll say it was just some one night stand. It clearly didn’t mean anything to you…“

„What are you even talking about?“ Jesse sighed, thinking you were joking.

You looked back at him one last time before saying „I’m saying that you don’t have to be involved in the babys life. Okay? You’re free Jesse.“

With that you walked out the hospital room and as you made your way out the hospital, somewhere inside you kind of hoped he would follow you. But he didn’t.

But in my dreams I seem to be more honest

And I must admit, you’ve been in quite a few

„I wish you could come to the game with me tomorrow.“ Marcus sighed as he sat down next to you on the couch „But if you’re sick it’s probably a bad idea.“

It had been almost a week since you had last seen Jesse. You hadn’t told your brother you were pregnant yet, excusing the constant throwing up with the flu.

„Yeah, It’s probably not a good idea.“ you mumbled, crossing your arms as you stared onto the ground. The last week had been incredibly hard. You felt rubbish and there was no one there to support you or someone you could talk to.

„Are you okay?“ Marcus asked, sounding worried as he looked at you from the side „You seem sad latetly.“

You smiled weakly, your eyes probably giving you away „I’m fine. Don’t worry.“

As you awaited your doctors appointement a lot of questions ran through your mind. How where you ever gonna make this work? You were still studying and living with your brother. You had no job and you couldn’t actually afford a child by yourself.

You felt like you were gonna fail this child and maybe it was unfair to put someone into the world and offer them zero stabilty.

You also didn’t understand why you felt upset about not seeing Jesse. After all he had treated you like crap since finding out you were pregnant. So why on earth would you ever miss him? You kept having these weird dreams of the two of you and the baby as a family. It made you sad that subconsciously you obviously wanted him in your life.

Halley's Comet Comes around more than I do But you're all it takes for me to break a promise Silly me to fall in love with you

At least the nausea had gotten a little better. Just in time for your appointment on Thursday. You scrolled through your phone as you waited for the clock to hit four, so you could finally head to the doctors. All day you had been way to nervous to do anything as you paced through the house nervously. All the while your brother watched you confused and at some point even telling you to chill and sit down.

Then a couple hours later you were laying on the hospital bed as you awaited your doctor. When she finally came in you noticed she wasn’t alone.

„What are you doing here?“ you asked with furrowed eyebrows as you looked at the guy standing behind the doctor.

Jesse stood there completely dressed in his training attire, indicating that he had left training just to come to the hospital. He was out of breath and looked like he hadn’t slept in a while. He looked even worse than you who had been up sick all night last week. Jesse didn’t answer you, he just walked around the bed stopping by your head as your doctor started to do the ultrasound.

You looked up at him but his eyes were fixated on the screen. You felt the cold feeling of the ultrasound thing against your stomach as your doctor started to search for the baby. The room was silent only the sound of the machines could be heard.

„So I was right.“ the doctor smiled as she pointed at the screen „You are about six weeks pregnant and this is your baby.“

She pointed at the smallest looking thing on the screen. It was about the size of a ricecorn.

„It’s so tiny.“ you mumbled, making your doctor chuckle and nod „Yes it’s still very early.“

You then felt a hand grab yours and when you looked at it you saw that Jesse was holding your hand as he kneeled next to the bed. He looked at you with glassy eyes before looking at the screen again.

„That’s our baby.“ he then said and you felt yourself also tear up as he caressed your hand with his thumb.

For a moment the whole world and all your problems seemed to dissapear. It was just the three of you.

„And then I was thinking I want go get little baby adidas shoes.“ Jesse gushed as he drove down the streets, the biggest smile plastered on his face.

You chuckled as you stared at him from the side with furrowed eyebrows. He had been talking about everything he wanted to do for your baby since you two left the hospital. It was kind of confusing to you that he suddenly seemed to be head over heels about the pregnancy.

„Jesse?“ you spoke up and he raised his eyebrows as you sounded quite serious „Do you actually mean all of this?“

Next thing you knew Jesse pulled over, The cars passing honking he had abruptly done so. He turned off the car engine before turning to you. You looked at him and you had never seen him look that serious.

„Y/n… I…“ he stuttered, clearly nervous before grabbing your hands „I‘m so sorry for what I did last week. I‘ll forever regret reacting that way.“

You felt yourself tear up as you gave him a weak smile „It’s okay Jesse. I forgive you.“

„Good because I really want this baby.“ he whispered and you could tell he was also trying not to cry „I want it and I promise I’ll always take care of it.“

A tear rolled down Jesses cheek as you gently took your hand to wipe it off. Putting your hand on his face as you looked him in the eyes.

„Hope is gonna have a little sister or brother Jesse.“ you giggled, making him smile as he leaned in to place his lips onto yours.

It was different than the kisses you had shared previously. Normally it was just a sexual thing but this time it felt different. It was tender and soft. It was kind of like; love.

I haven't slept since Sunday Midnight for me is 3:00 a.m. for you

The next few weeks your life seemed to have turned upside down. Your body was trying to get used to the fact that it was now the home of another person as you tried to balance online school and the constant nausea.

You had been basically living at Jesses house as he had wanted to be by your side if you needed anything. Telling Marcus you were staying at a girlfriends house as Jesse and you hadn’t yet figured out how you were gonna explain your brother that you were in fact pregnant.

It was almost the twelfth week of your pregnancy which is normally around the time that people tell their family and friends. But of course your situation was different.

So for now you were staying up all night watching Netflix as you couldn’t sleep very well due to feeling sick. You had watched each Tv show that even existed but it wasn’t all that bad. Because at least you had Jesse.

But my sleepless nights are better

With you than nights could ever be alone

You also felt this incredible connection to the thing growing inside of you. It was like you loved someone you didn’t even know yet. For the first time in your life you felt like you weren’t ever gonna be alone again.

All the aches and pains became worth it when you thought about the little one. Dreaming and wondering if it was gonna be a girl or boy. Imagining it’s whole life and how much it was gonna be loved by both Jesse and you. How Hope was gonna soon become a big sister.

It was about the fourteenth week of your pregnancy when you were awoken by a sharp pain in your stomach. Immediately getting worried you tried to call Jesse, who was already in training by that time.

Of course the call went straight to voicemail as you started to slightly panic. Googling your symptoms as all the worst case scenarios came up.

„Pick up. Please Pick up.“ you tried calling Jesse again as you started to get dressed, struggling to put on clothes as you felt like you were about to die because it hurt so much.

But the call didn’t go through again. You thought about what to do and you knew you couldn’t drive in this state, that was for sure. After contemplating you did the only thing that your motherly instinct told you to do.

You picked up your phone, dialed the number and held it to your ear. Just a few seconds later a voice apperaed at the other end of the line.

„Hey Y/N?“ your brothers voice appeared and you immediately got nervous „Everything alright?“

„Hey Marcus.“ you mumbled, trying not to start crying as you were incredibly scared „No everything's not fine actually. Listen I know this is gonna sound weird but I really need to talk to...Jesse.“

„What?“ Marcus asked and you could tell he was super confused. You could hear voices shout his name in the background before Jesses voice apperead.

„What’s up Marcus?“ Jesse asked and you could hear him and Marcus talk.

„It’s my sister.“ Marcus told his best friend and Jesse immediately started to panic „Is she alright?“

„No! She said she wants to talk to you, what the fuck is going on?“ Marcus hissed and next thing you knew Jesses voice appeared on the phone. He had probably ripped it out of Marcus hand.

„Y/n? Are you okay?“ Jesse asked worried, ignoring Marcus uporoar in the background.

„No, Jesse.“ you voice was shaky and you tried not to cry „I woke up and I have this weird pain in my stomach.“

„Fuck.“ Jesse cursed, as you could hear him start running „Okay just stay put Y/n okay? I’m gonna be home in like ten minutes alright?“

The next ten minutes felt like an eternity as you waited for Jesse to get home. You knew after this you would have to tell Marcus what was going on. You prayed for your baby to be alright as you waited in front of the door. The fresh air helping to manage the pain.

Then Jesses car pulled up and out stepped not only Jesse but also Marcus. Oh, fuck.

Your brother looked absoluetly pissed off. Had Jesse already told him?

„What the fuck is going on Y/N?“ your brother yelled as Jesse ran over to you. So he hadn't told him yet. Great.

„I’m sorry he insisted on coming with me.“ Jesse said out of breath as he grabbed your hands and when he saw your pale face he immediately looked worried again „Is it really bad?“

„Yes, it’s a little better now but I think we need to go tho the hospital.“ you whispered as your brother was currently standing a few feet away from you looking absolutely baffled at Jesse holding your hands.

„Okay let’s go get you in the car.“ Jesse tried to remain calm as he helped you walk to the car while Marcus kept asking the same question „What is happening?“

You rolled your eyes at your whining brother, dressed in his training attire as Jesse put you in the front seat.

„Yo, what the fuck is this Jesse?“ your brother went on and on as Jesse closed the car door. You saw he was trying to not flip at Marcus as this situation was already super stressful and Marcus constant nagging wasn’t helping.

„We need to go to the hospital.“ Jesse quietly said and Marcus immediately looked terrifed „Why is she sick?“

„No…“ Jesse mumbled and he looked down at his hands „Well not techincally.“

„Well, what is it then?“ Marcus hissed, feeling like he was losing his mind and no one was explaining shit to him „Why is my little sister at your damn house Jesse?“

„She…is…“ Jesse stuttered and you buried your face in your hands, knowing he was about to drop the big news as you watched the interaction from inside the car „She is pregnant.“

Marcus looked at you through the window in absolute shock. His eyes then fell on Jesse and it was like he put two and two together and finally understood what exactly had been going on behind his back.

„Wait a minute.“ Marcus hissed, shaking his head while looking at his best friend that was scratching his neck and looking at the floor in shame „You got my sister pregnant?“

Jesse didn’t dare to say anything he just slowly nodded as he looked his best friend in the eyes.

You looked at your brother, who looked like he felt deeply betrayed and how could you blame him. He had just found out that both his best friend and his sister had been lying to his face.

„I’m sorry we didn’t-“ Jesse tried to say something but he was cut off by a fist hitting his face. You gasped as Jesse covered his mouth with his hand.

„Ouch.“ Marcus whined, shaking out his hand while Jesse looked at him shocked. His lip slightly bleeding.

„What the…“ Jesse hissed, looking at the blood on his fingers and then at his friend.

Marcus just furrowed his brows before groaning „Oh, come on. You fucking deserved it.“

Jesse raised his eyebrows, knowing Marcus was right but he just hadn’t expected this from the guy. And you were also quite suprised as your brother wasn’t normally a violent person. But maybe he was right and Jesse did kinda deserve it.

„Now get in the fucking car and drive my sister to the hospital!“ he yelled and you almost chuckled, this was typical Marcus. He just cared to deeply to stay mad for long.

Jesse didn’t say anything else as he made his way into the car. Marcus hopped in the back seat as you started heading of to the hospital.

„Can you go a little faster man!“ Marcus yelled popping his head between the front seat „She clearly is in pain.“

„I’m driving as fast as I can!“ Jesse hissed and you giggled at the interaction between the two „Are you okay love?“

Marcus scrunched up his face in disgust as he punched Jesses shoulder „Don’t call my sister that!“

I was good at feeling nothing, now I'm hopeless What a drag to love you like I do

„My lip fucking hurts.“ Jesse whined, looking at his bruised reflection in the rearview mirror as you waited at a red light.

„That’s what you get for knocking up my sister.“ Marcus hissed, sitting in the backseat with crossed arms.

The trip to the hospital had revealed a that the pain you had been enduring was some kinda round ligament thing. Apparently a lot of women had it and it would go away with resting. So luckily nothing bad.

Now you were on your way to McDonalds as you were really craving junk food and Jesse said yes to your every wish. That was one perk of being pregnant.

„What’s even the situation between the two of you?“ Marcus asked and you held your breath as you hadn’t yet discussed this with Jesse „Are you gonna get married or what?“

„What?“ you squealed at your brothers silly question.

„Yeah, I mean you are in a relationship right?“ Marcus asked but it was more directed at Jesse than you.

„We haven’t discussed that yet Marcus.“ you answered, not wanting Jesse to feel obligated to say something.

„So you just used my sister for sex?“ Marcus stated emotionless and you gasped at the guys audacity.

„Marcus!“ you hissed, feeling super uncomfortable with the whole situation.

„No I didn’t!“ Jesse now hissed, clearly offended by the accusation.

„Well if you aren’t in a relationship…“ Marcus shrugged and you could tell he was still very much pissed off at this whole thing.

Jesse shook his head taking a deep breath in „I fell in love with her. That’s why I even slept with her okay?“

It was dead silent for a second as you couldn’t believe what Jesse had just casually revealed. He loved you?

„You love me?“ you asked, looking at the guy in the driver seat.

„Yes…“ he smiled at you, before placing his hand on your thigh.

„I love you too Jesse.“ you smiled putting your hand on his.

It was a beautiful moment until you heard Marcus pretending to gag in the backseat. „Oh my god… I feel like I’m gonna throw up.“

I've been loved before, but right now in this moment

I feel more and more like I was made for you

The rest of your pregnancy was absolutely blissful. Jesse and you were falling in love with each other more everyday and your brother started to get used to the idea that his best friend and sister were gonna have a family.

You moved in with Jesse and the two of you started preparing for the baby to arrive. Painting and decorating it’s room, buying all kinds of baby stuff and starting to dicuss names.

Hope also was thrilled to hear she was gonna be a big sister and soon enough the whole world new about the new addition to the Lingard family. Then your due date arrived as you awaited for the birth of your daughter. That’s right, you were gonna have a little girl.

And the day she came into the world your life had forever changed. Finally you felt whole. It was like your whole life you had prepared for her. She was the cutest little baby with her dark curly hair and brown eyes. She was your whole world.

I'm sitting in my brother's room

Haven't slept in a week or two, or two

You sat on the chair in the corner of your brothers room as you watched Marcus and Jesse just stare at the little thing laying on the bed. She was now two weeks old and it had been one hell of a ride. Adjusting to parenthood was definetly hard.

„She is so cute when she sleeps.“ Marcus gushed looking at his niece as a tired looking Jesse chuckled „Yes, she hardly sleeps though.“

He winked at you as you gave him a weak smile, way to tired to say anything.

„So did you finally decide what her name is? Baby is starting to sound really good to me.“ your brother joked, making you chuckle as you leaned back into the chair.

Jesse looked at you with raised eyebrows as if he was asking for permission. You slowly nodded as he looked at the baby again.

„Her name is Haley.“

I think I might have fallen in love What am I to do?

[ghettogirly]

WHAT FIRST DATE WOULD THEY TAKE YOU ON? :

JESSE LINGARD:

the beach.

•since he is a carefree person, i definitely would see this being fit for him.

•he would pack beach towels, foldable chairs, a ball and just some other things.

•definitely wants to make this the best date you’ve ever been on.

•wants to try and make a great first impression.

•you guys would play volleyball.

•or maybe just sunbathe.

•but you both would have so much fun, you wouldn’t even get to buy your own food because your the one being treated tonight.

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MARCUS RASHFORD:

fancy restaurant.

•in my opinion he’s definitely a gentlemen.

•he would definitely overthink the date and what you would like but then he was decide to just go for the easier option and just pick a classic, which is, a fancy restaurant.

•by the time you come, drinks would already of been ordered.

•definitely a guy who would pull your chair out for you and wouldn’t be too full on.

•you can definitely see that he’s nervous though, he would always question stuff.

•“am i speaking too much?”

•“do you need another drink or?”

•he would need a lot of reassurance or words of affirmation.

•when you go to the toilet, automatically facetimes jesse and updates him on how it’s going.

•overall it would be a nice date.

•don’t even worry about the bill, hes got that covered.

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JUDE BELLINGHAM:

the theme park.

•he is definitely a fun and outgoing guy so him taking you out to a theme park.

•i think this is a family orientated trip, and he would love looking at all the kids with their parents as he’s a family guy too.

•it’s just a fun vibe in general.

•you guys would eat cotton candy, go on a ferris wheel, go in a haunted house and go on these big rides.

•if you are a outgoing fearless person that is.

•if you wasnt that outgoing on rides and had a problem with heights he would take you to the small little stands and win prizes for you.

•secretly doesn’t want to admit it but he definitely loves getting praised by you, it just shows he’s doing a great job with this date.

•he wouldn’t want you to feel bored and he would want to do something that is fun for both of you.

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JADON SANCHO:

pottery class.

•you know what’s weird, i see jadon taking you to some sensual pottery class thing.

•he’s definitely a cheeky flirt that would love to get his hands messy and get close to you so i think this would work a lot.

•he would be sitting behind you with his arms underneath yours and you would both be following the guide.

•well try to follow the guide that is.

•we all know he just wanted to be close to you.

•i think jadon would definitely be subtle though, not doing too much to make you uncomfortable.

•just doing enough to make you giggle or get flustered thats for sure.

•you would love the close contact too, loving this as your both close as can be.

•this also brings out his domestic side and him just doing little things for you in everyday life so seeing a little glimpse of that really brings you in.

•overall the date would go well, you guys just going to a cafe down the road to talk a bit more or him dropping you off home.

definitely arranging a second date.

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sorry for not posting in so long!

[penguintransporter]

Daisies (a short “Anyone You Want it to be With” story) Part V

a/n: Well hello there, remember this story? I know I neglected it, but I just didn’t feel inspired to write the ending, and honestly, it’s one of my favourites, so I didn’t know how to feel about letting it go. But, this is the last part, and I would love if you could tell me who did you imagine it with... read, enjoy, like, reblog if you fancy - and tell me what you think, anon or off anon. Love you all xx

P.S make sure to check my masterlist for other 4 chapters

part I | part II | part III | part IV

“Of all the fires, love is the only inexhaustible one “ - Pablo Neruda

There is always that specific scene in every romantic movie, when the two protagonists are more than aware of their feelings, tied with the invisible tie that holds them together; tied with their need for one another. The scene builds up, slowly and is filled with anticipation before it turns into an explosion of emotions, disarrayed feelings, passion and yearning – words of desire cast into the air.

It is quiet in the unfamiliar house; dark and cold too, and the only sound that occasionally greets the silence is a sudden gust of wind as it rattles the heavy, wooden blinds that hang on the windows.

He knows it’s late, yet he finds himself unable to close his eyes and sleep because the moment he lets his eyelids drop, he sees the two of them again, on her porch – the scene that played out only a handful of hours ago turning into a part of his dream.

And in his dream, as if he is a protagonist of a romantic movie, he has the courage to say what he needs to say; what he wants to say.

Glancing at the row of small, old-fashioned porcelain figurines, sitting on the shelf above the fireplace, he pulls the thin and worn-out comforter away from his body – feeling of heat suddenly overpower him. The duvet had a faint scent of ripe quinces mixed with the staleness and dustiness from the creaky wardrobe – the smell that he noticed the moment she brought it over to where he stood, silently reaching it out for him to take it once they called it a night.

Or morning.

He isn’t so sure any more.

It’s her words that haunt him, even now, when he is awake – the way she let them go, and the way they roam over his heart, leaving footsteps on the surface.

Footsteps that he is retracing with every breath he takes.

Breathe in; breathe out.

“I was aiming high when it was quite obvious that I would fall flat on my face, no?”

“You shouldn’t beat yourself up for not feeling the same for me.”

What was his pathetic, idiotic brain doing? Why was he quiet when the words slipped out of her mouth – her eyes filled with hope, and hands nervously toying with the hem of her jumper.

Was he really going to let the last bunch of daisies wither in front of him?

No, no, no.

His thoughts are jumbled, and his heart is on fire, and he sits up, pushing the comforter away from his body. Jumping to his feet, he stands in the silence for a few seconds before he slowly makes his way towards the kitchen – equally cold and quiet as the rest of the house.

Eyes linger on the doors of her bedroom; tightly shut – guarding them from each other, and he cannot help but wonder if she is asleep or awake as he is. He wonders if her feet are still as cold as that night when they fell asleep holding each other.

He wonders.

Because wondering is all that he can do.

The kitchen is dark as he takes the halt in front of the sink – the basin littered with empty glasses, plates, and cups; cutlery resembling a game of Mikado on top of the pile. He blinks the sleep away, turning the tap on and letting the tiniest stream of water run into one of the mismatched glasses from the dish-rack. Taking a sip, he turns around, leaning against the cold aluminium – droplets of water seeping through the thin fabric of his t-shirt.

The night is clearer than the day itself – the traces of rain almost non-existent as he leans away and takes a step forward and peers through the curtains, noticing the stars that dot the sky.

Stars that he would take down for her, one by one.

If she asked him to do so.

“I thought it was an intruder, creeping around my kitchen.”

Head snaps to the direction of her voice; soft, clean and with a hint of apprehension, but still mirthful, and he finds himself smiling at her. His stomach is twisting with anticipation and because of her presence; dipping high and low – a circus performance of some sort as he observes her face, bitten by the sleep; cheeks red and hair messy.

He opens his mouth to say something; to answer, but then he stops, shakes his head, and she nods as she steps next to him – hands folded in front of her chest.

“I don’t see you carrying any weapon,” he finally remarks, muttering the words in the glass he is holding, and despite not looking at her, he knows that she is smirking at him. “But then,” he starts with a glance towards her, “I think you’d be able to fight me with your bare hands if you wanted to do so.”

She says nothing as she pulls the nightgown she’s wearing close to her body, and this time he looks down at her – the shadow from the curtains dancing against her collarbone. Drawing in a small breath, he turns around, setting the glass down before bracing himself against the sink with his hands – eyes focusing on the chipped tile on the wall.

“I don’t know,” she whispers, and he shudders for a moment, afraid of what she might say. “I don’t know if talking about it made it better or worse.” His eyes are still focused on the tiles – the tiny geometric pattern blurring with each passing second, so he rubs his eyes with one hand, hoping it would clear the haziness away. “I don’t want our friendship to end like this, that is jus—,”

“—can you please not…,” he interrupts her quietly, gripping at the edge of the sink tighter – knuckles turning white.

“Why not?” she asks as she takes a step away, “we are adults, and if we want to try and glue the pieces of our friendship back we need to address the elephant in the room that broke it in the first place.”

He feels his thoughts spiralling and he wants to groan; wants to grab every item that surrounds them and break them in rage, but not because of her words, but because he let their story go in the direction  that led them to this. But, he knows he needs to stay composed, so he turns around to face her and takes a step forward, watching as the surprise etches itself on her features – her eyes widening ever so slightly.

She looks so tiny, so fragile; unapologetically beautiful.

He knows that his heart is about to burst by its seams, ready to spill out every emotions, and he is tired of trying to patch it up. He is tired of hiding that he wants her; that he needs her.

“Things can never be the way they used to be,” he answers, keeping his voice steady. His lips part, and he knows that the words are there, but they feel heavier than he remembers them, and he feels as if he has no energy to push them over the edge of his lips.

“What do you mean?” she whispers softly – words breathy as the breeze of the summer night.

“I love you.”

He finally breathes again as he feels how the weight of his feelings for the fragile daisy in front of him drops from his chest – his heart beating loudly in his ears.

“No you don’t.” she shakes her head, taking a step away – hands letting go the hold on her nightgown before she runs her fingers through her hair.

“I do. I love you,” he repeats – voice somewhat louder as he fights the urge to scream it for everyone to hear.

“But you said—you said,” she breathes out, “you rejec—,”

It’s now or never.

Hold it or let it go.

“Please,” he whispers as he takes a step towards her, and part of him is afraid that she will move away from him; turn around and run, but she never does. Instead, she covers her face with her hands, shaking her head a little. “You said to not beat myself up for not feeling the same way about you, but I have no reason to beat myself up, because I love you, I do—look at me.” His voice is demanding yet soft as he takes a gentle hold on her wrists, tugging her hands away from her face. “Would you please look at me?”

And she does – their eyes meeting, and for a moment he wonders if this is the ending of their romantic movie with a bittersweet scenario. He wonders if this is how it feels when the emotions take over one’s entire body; when they twist and turn into something that no amount of words can describe.

Before he can stop himself, he finds himself drawing her closer into him – mouths just a breath away, and when their lips finally meet, and he feels her letting herself go, his hands tangle in the messy hair at the back of her neck, and the faint yet familiar scent penetrates his senses.

The scent he wants to keep in his memory forever.

The scent of her.

Daisies.

*thanks for sticking around ❤