#jadon sancho imagines

[macybeckham7]

England reader and the boys talking about her. How she is there for them when they are injured, how she is always backing them

They would all say the same thing, their smiles would go a little wider when your name came up. Mason and Trent would express how much you were there for them when they got injured. Mason saying how you were one the first people to ring him, how you would come round to give him some company. Trent told everyone how you would talk on the phone and listen to all his doubts. Jude says how you were the first one he told about going to Madrid and helped him learn the language (expression how bad you were too). Jadon and Marcus spoke highly, how you would be the first one to back them when people online spoke badly about them. How you would tell them to block it out, how what they say doesn’t mean anything to them because they would be the same ones to be celebrating them on their wins. All the lads expressing their love for you and how you are the heart of the England team.

[threelionsgirl]

may i request a Jadon Sancho story please! where he’s hanging out with his friends 1 night but you text that you miss him and so he ditches them and they clown him for it 😭 he comes to pick you up and there’s a sweet reunion kiss/cuddle in the car :’)

i miss u | jadon sancho

warnings: none, just fluffy!!

word count: 601

notes: hope u like!! sorry for the bad title, I was out of ideas 🫠

masterlist | for now, requests are open!

It was a busy night when Jadon Sancho went out with his friends, laughing loudly amidst the excitement of the city. After returning to Dortmund, all he wanted to do was get reacquainted with the city he had lived in for a while and get to know his new clubmates better.

Meanwhile, you were at home, missing him, and decided to send him a message full of nostalgia:

y/n: "I miss you love 😔❤️".

It had been three days since you last saw each other, but for you it seemed like an eternity. You understood that he needed time off to go out with his friends, and that was fine with you, but that didn't stop you from missing and being affectionate with your boyfriend.

When he received the message, Jadon turned away from his friends, concentrating on his cell phone to answer you. He always replied on time when he wasn't busy with games and training.

jadon: I can't wait to see you again, do you want me to pick you up?

y/n: ah no need jad, you're with your friends I don't want to get in the way

jadon: you're not in the way y/n, I love my friends but your company always makes any place better for me

Y/N could swear she felt her heart melt. She was so lucky to have him as her boyfriend.

Jadon's distraction caught the attention of his friends who began to ridicule him. "Hey, Jadon, looks like Y/N's getting some attention, huh?" teased one of his friends with a mischievous grin.

Ignoring the jokes, Jadon replied: "You know how it is, when the right person calls, we answer." He turned away from the group and headed towards where you were.

Jadon parked in front of your house and flashed his headlights as it was always empty. You went downstairs and ran quickly to his car. As you approached, he opened the driver's door with the clear intention that this was where Y/N should enter. She got the message, got into the car and snuggled into his lap. Jadon closed the door and turned on the radio and the car's heating, making the atmosphere perfect. He turned to you, his eyes reflecting affection, wrapped his arms around your waist and you wasted no time in grabbing the back of his neck and giving him a kiss. As you looked at him, you noticed the sympathetic look in his eyes and, before you could say anything, Jadon smiled and said: "I've been missing you too."

"You're so cute!"

"You're the cute one." He said, giving you an Eskimo kiss and you laughed. Jadon stroked your hair and you hugged him tighter. All the time in the world wouldn't be enough to make her miss you.

"Do you want me to hold you closer?" He laughed when you squeezed him a little tighter. Jadon ran his hands up your back, caressing you lovingly.

"No that's not it, ugh-I just want to curl up inside you. Is that weird?"

"A little, but I don't mind at all."

"The fact that you love me even though I'm weird makes me love you even more."

"You're my weirdo and I love you anyway." She smiled and moved closer to kiss him again. No matter where they were going, they could always look forward to those moments and the affection they shared in the car.

As Jadon drove through the illuminated city, the conversation between you flowed with laughter and confidences. The tension of your friends' mockery disappeared completely.

[avenirdelight]

A False Accusation

Anyone You Like

They have a heated argument where she drops an accusation on him. He claims that it’s a false accusation.

⚠️ Curse words

“You don't love me.”

She voiced the words to the room, clearly and firmly. Strangely enough, saying it out loud didn’t make her chest feel lighter like she’d thought it would. It still felt as suffocating as it had been.

“Wow,” he scoffed, his shoulders shook when he did. “That’s a terrible accusation, that.”

She glanced at him, but she quickly dropped her gaze again after she noticed the hurt plastered all over his face. He couldn’t believe that she had the audacity to say such cruel words.

“And also,” he continued, leaning forward on the sofa, propping his body with his elbows on his knees. “It’s a false accusation. That’s terrible from you.”

She was sitting on the other sofa across from him, leaning back and folding her arms in front of her chest. She could feel his eyes boring into her and she couldn’t resist the temptation to stare back at him. So she did.

She gritted her teeth. Those eyes were angry, those eyes had used to look at her in the most special way. She refused to believe that it was just in her head, that she was just making it up, because she had used to easily fall in love all over again every time she looked at those eyes but at some point, she started to feel that they’d changed.

“Really?” She challenged him, giving him a sharp look that matched his.

He scoffed again, pinching the bridge of his nose in stress. He shook his head. He couldn’t quite believe that she truly believed that he didn’t love her. Where did it even come from?

“Are you telling me that I lie every time I tell you I love you? Mind you, I say that every single day,” he said. But she was silent, so he continued. “Don’t I always give you everything? Make sure that you have everything you need, that you’re safe?” He asked. If she forgot about that, he was ready to remind her of all the things he did for her. Everything that he needed to sacrifice. “I give you my world.”

“You give me your money.” Her voice was firm and certain. And it stabbed him right in his heart. 

It wasn’t that she was ungrateful for everything he’d given her. Moving her into his big house, constantly buying her expensive gifts, taking her to travel the world on holidays, giving her a luxury life—but that wasn’t the reason she’d fallen in love with him. She was never in it for the dime.

She had fallen in love with him for who he was. Or at least who he had used to be.

“I’m thankful that you gave me this wonderful life but I really don’t need the latest Prada release or to be on a yacht every holiday. I don’t need new jewellery every time you feel sorry, I don’t need you to surprise me with flowers in the morning just for you to go missing for the rest of the day.” 

“I thought you liked them. Have you been lying, then?”

“I do appreciate them but that’s not the point! The point is I need you!” She sounded so desperate. She honestly had been feeling this way for a while and she hoped that this time he was really listening to her. “I just need a little bit of your time, for you to be with me, and not just physically. You’re with me but your head is somewhere else. I need you to just look at me, I–”

“Well, I’m sorry, okay?!” He cut her off, the tone of his voice rising up. “I’m sorry that my work demands so much of my time, it asks so much from me, I’ve always told you that from the beginning. My career is my life and there would be rough bumps along the way. Things get hard, things–”

“Yeah, that’s the problem, don’t you see??” Her tone was as high now, it was only adding to the tension. “You run away from me when things get hard for you. You don’t even want to share anything with me. You give me gifts and temporary attention to ‘make up’ for it. Every time!” She stood up from the sofa. She frustratingly pointed a finger against her chest, giving him a piercing gaze. “Am I so untrustworthy or unreliable? Am I that insufferable to deal with so you don’t want to open up to me?”

“Don’t.” He shook his head, clenching his fists. “Don’t start making up things now. I never for a second think about you that way.”

“Well, you always make me wonder. Wonder why you shut me out.” She shrugged. “It’s the truth, you can’t deny it. You always leave me out of things.”

“I’m just protecting you!” He abruptly stood up. “I can’t– I’m sorry if it’s hard for me to share things that I know would just hurt you and stress you out!” He moved his hands animatedly and quite angrily. “Don’t you understand?! I am saving you the troubles and the pain!”

“I want the f*cking pain!!” 

Her voice pierced through his ears and he froze in his place, feeling shivers down his spine. He clenched his jaw and gulped. The anger, the desperation, the pain that she had been holding in, she’d just let it all out. She’d gotten so upset at this point, the tears quickly pooled in her eyes and threatened to fall. It pained him even more. He had never seen her like this.

“I’d rather feel the pain, suffer with you.” Her voice was small and timid this time, but there were so many emotions in it. “I’d choose that, rather than feeling left out and not appreciated. I promise you that’s the worst thing to feel. I hate it. I absolutely f*cking hate it.”

He sat back down, burying his face into his hands, trying to compose himself and find the right words to say. He felt her anger, her sadness, but he also needed her to understand that he did everything for a reason.

He let out a little sigh as he looked up to her. Her tears were already streaming down her cheeks. 

“I don't live a normal life and all I’m trying to do is to keep you out of the abnormalities and all the absurd things. The sh*t people say out there, it gets scary sometimes. People are actually willing to do foolish and crazy things to bring me down.” He spoke with a more gentle tone, trying to reason with her. “And if you’re hurt, if something bad happens to you, I won’t be able to forgive myself.”

She wiped her tears away with her shaky hands, before she hugged herself with arms, trying to provide herself some comfort. He didn’t only sound serious, he also sounded sorry.

“What do you want me to do, then?” He stared at her with tired eyes. The anger in his eyes had worn off, it even looked like he was going to cry. “I’m sorry. I really am.” His voice was a bit shaky. “I’ll do whatever makes you happy. Please. I can’t lose you. What am I going to be if I lose you?”

Her heart clenched painfully. She couldn’t deny that it was heartbreaking to see himself asking the question—like he was really scared to lose her, like his world would crumble down in an instant if he lost her. She had never seen him like this before. He’d always appeared strong in front of her, like nothing could ever bring him down, like no one could ever catch him looking weak.

“Every single thing that I’ve ever done is to protect you and to make you happy, to earn your love. Most of the time I don’t think I deserve you, you know. Because you deserve more than this f*cking fool,” he said pointing at himself. “Who apparently doesn’t know how to love. I’m sorry if I’ve done it the wrong way and made you feel the opposite way.”

Without her even realising it, what she’d been wishing to see was happening right in front of her—for him to open up to her and show his vulnerable side. Her tears fell again, but for a different reason this time. She felt his confusion, his sorrow, and she was hurting with him.

After a moment of deafening silence, he suddenly stood up. He approached her, who was just standing with her head down. He grabbed her by her waist and turned her to look at him. He fixed her dishevelled hair, tucking stray strands of hair to the back of her ears. He lifted her head up by her chin, before he continued to wipe her tears again. Every touch was so gentle, every touch felt gave her warmth and comfort that she’d been longing.

“Look at me, please,” he said. She finally shifted her gaze up and stared back at him. His eyes were looking at her fondly. “I love you so much. Please believe me.” He choked up, trying his best to convey his feelings through his voice. “I took you home to my mum and told her you’re the most special person in my life, I try to treat you like a queen, I see you and talk about you like you’re my prized possession, because you are.”

She listened to him. She tried to really listen to him. And honestly, this time it wasn’t so hard to believe him. She appreciated that he was finally opening up, even though it had taken them quite a long time to get there, not to mention all the struggle they had had to go through. But he finally found his courage to be fragile.

“Do you know what? You don’t have to be strong all the time,” she said as his hands fell to her waists and safely rested there. Her voice was almost a whisper. “I’m your girlfriend. You have a responsibility to protect me, but I also have a responsibility to be your partner. So let me do my part.” She held his face and stroked a thumb on his cheek. “We do this together. We’re supposed to go through happiness and sadness together, we go through all the troubles together. You hear me?”

“Yeah, I hear you.” He nodded. “I’m really sorry, okay? I love you,” he said again, before she pulled him into a hug.

“I love you too. I love you,” she mumbled against his shoulder. She heard him letting out a sob as his chest and shoulders shook. He held her tight, and it had been a while since it felt like this. She felt heard and seen. She felt loved. It was all she ever wanted.

And he couldn’t describe the wave of relief that washed over him. He really thought that his biggest fear, losing her, was really going to happen. He realised that he’d actually failed her. All this time he had loved her his own way which he thought was the best and the safest way but apparently, it didn’t give her the safety he wanted for her. She was right—they had to do this together, and it meant that he had to listen to her, count her thoughts and feelings.

He would try. He promised he would try his best to see her how she wanted to be seen, and love her how she wanted to be loved. Because she was the most important person in his life, and he’d do anything to make himself deserve her.

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i had this sitting on my draft and i almost forgot about it! i kept switching between john and hendo when i wrote it. tell me who you imagined this! i hope you enjoyed it<3

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My Masterlist🤍

[valentinajadehill]

jadon sancho masterlist

keeping a secret o

sound check o

golden gyal o

mrs sancho, part two o

tiktoks and fights o

yo reiss o

live interview o

bikini

easter party

best friends would include o

festivities o

can't help it o

let me kiss you o

tints o

sexual tension o

on my knees (not for you)

four foot with attitude o

daddy's girl o

troublemaker o

uneven o

forever mine o

puzzle piece o

tattoo's together o

video games o

dubai o

draped in your lap o

lie detector o

personal period nurse o

just like mummy o

ready to love o

lockscreen o

flustered o

i'm a celebrity o

strawberries and chocolate o

teasing o

lazy mornings o

booty rubs o

paparazzi o

announcement o

lean on me

tattoos o

attention part one, part two, part three

wearing his shirt o

baby girl

jadon and jadon day

fluffy blurbs

vogue

boobs

pillowtalk

gentleman

cuddles

hair

lip balm

interview

bracelets

moonlight

massage

period

dating jadon

wandering hand

anxious

pda

spoiling

clingy

soft

same person

trim

secret album

softie

curls

easter

smutty blurbs

boobs

house hunting

spit

post glow

mirror

jealousy

sexual tension

panties

chain

going down

horny

dad blurbs

chains

protective

baby mamma

attention

staring

argument

twin boys

[notsoattractivearenti]

jadon sancho proposing to you headcanons <3333

this idea got me softttt 😮‍💨🫠 thanks for sending it in! 💖

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jadon sancho proposing to you would be like:

it would probably happen during summer (shortly after end of the season)

he takes you on a private plane for your annual summer romantic getaway maybe somewhere near the ocean… like maldives

little did you know… he’s planned the whole thing for like months 🥹

he asked your closest friend(s) about which ring you might love - every little details!

he even asked you about your dream proposal… he did it very very subtly tho you didn’t catch that 🤭

all he wanted was for his perfect person to get their perfect proposal so he made sure everything goes as planned

on the day near the sunset, he takes to the beach for a dinner (though you think it’s too early for dinner), and both of you dress up for the occasion

he can’t hide his nervousness - his fingers are fidgeting, when you hold his hands they feel cold and sweaty, you notice he doesn’t behave like his usual self

“why are you acting weird? you okay?” kisses you in the forehead, smiling, “i will be”

arriving at the beach, he tells you there’s a surprise you might like so he covers your eyes and it gets you excited

when you open your eyes you are now surrounded with red roses and heart balloons, with a huge sign saying “MARRY ME?” ❤️❤️

he gets down on one knee, reaches the ring box on his pocket and opens it. it was the ring you’ve always wanted

“you are the love of my life, and i can’t imagine spending my days without you. now i’m here asking you to marry me.” he holds back his tears while making his speech🥹

you cry out of happiness and scream “YES!” before he even finishes his question - at that moment he feels so relieved and overwhelmed with joy 😍

you hug him immediately and you kiss for quite a while, forgetting for a moment he hasn’t put the ring on your finger

“wait, the ring is still in the box!” you two laugh, “oh i forgot you got a ring” 😂

you realizing there’s a photographer taking pics the whole time 🤭 and have the most perfect engagement pics with beautiful sunset!

facetiming your families and friends right away to announce the engagement

candlelight dinner at the beach and bottomless champagne for the celebration! 🍾 and another fun celebration in the bedroom 👀

making a joint post on instagram the next day to tell the world y’all getting married 💖

[cherryxcadbury]

Sth cute with sancho where he takes you know your first ever date

Cheers to Many More

ahh thank you for this request<33

this was in my drafts for almost a year 😭

y/n: your name

2nd person pov

“Ellie! Do I look okay?” You asked your best friend as you curled your hair.

Ellie rolled her eyes, “Y/N! How many times do I have to tell you that you look amaz-”

You quickly turned around after she stopped speaking mid sentence.

“What?” You questioned, panic rising in your voice.

“Your hair is already curly and you’re seriously curling your hair.” Ellie deadpanned.

“I don’t know I thought it’d look cute.” You justified.

“Don’t even know who this boy is yet he’s already got you acting senseless.” Ellie shook her head.

“Ellie!” You scolded.

“What? Its true. Everyone’s a fool when it comes to love.” Ellie quoted.

“What would you know? You’ve never been in a relationship.” You teased.

“And neither have you.” Ellie shot back.

“At least I’m making an effort. Can you hand me my converse too please?” You asked, gesturing at the white shoes.

Once you were done with your hair you grabbed a pair of high waisted mom jeans. They were a nice light denim shade and fit loosely for optimal comfort. In addition, you chose a v-neck, dusty pink speckled smocked long sleeve top.

Looking at the clock you cursed as you realised you’d soon be running late. You changed very quickly, grabbed your coat and purse with all your necessities in it.

You ran to open the door and was about to slip outside before a voice popped up out of nowhere.

“He’s not picking you up?” Ellie furrowed her eyebrows.

“Uhh no, we agreed to meet at the cafe. I didn’t want to be picked up just yet.” You informed.

“Safety reasons. Smart move. Okay now go! I want all the details when you get home!” Ellie called as you left.

Seeing as it was getting dark, you called for an Uber to take you to the quaint little cafe.

Fifteen minutes later, in your Uber, you tried to stop from panicking as you were on your way to your destination.

The Uber driver was able to identify your worry as well.

“You alright miss?” He asked with concern.

You shot him a bright smile, “Oh yes. Sorry, just first date jitters.”

“Nothing to worry about. I’m sure you’ll be fine.” he comforted.

“Thank you. I’m sure I’ll be fine by the time we get there.” You mumbled.

“I believe so too because here we are.” The driver announced, pulling into a spot on the side of a busy little street.

“Thank you so much.” You breathed before exiting the Uber and entering the cafe.

Upon walking in the cafe, your jaw dropped at realising it was no cutesy little nook.

The cafe was rather upscale and looked way too fancy to be anything you’ve ever stepped foot in. As you looked around you saw everyone in much more formal attire in comparison to your jeans and converse outfit.

“Miss. Do you have a reservation?” the hostess politely asked.

You didn’t know that cafes took reservations.

“Uhhh I’m meeting someone. Probably under Sancho for the surname?” You guessed.

The hostess nodded with a wave of recognition.

“Ahh yes, we‘ve been expecting you Miss Y/F/N Y/L/N. Please follow me.” You were instructed.

As you walked on you found it hard to pry your eyes away from everything going on around you. There was just so much to look at.

A smile found its way onto your face as you saw your date sitting at the table, scrolling through his phone. The hostess left you be as you made your way over to the table, Jadon looking up when he heard footsteps.

He immediately grinned and gave you a big hug, pulling out your chair for you like a true gentleman.

“So how are you?” He eagerly asked.

“Good. How about you?” You responded.

“Better now that youre here.” he replied earnestly.

You looked down at your lap as you felt your face turn red.

“Aww did I make ya blush?” He chuckled.

“What? No obviously not.” You defended, embarrassed out of your mind.

Jadon smirked, sipping his glass of water.

“So how’s your cousin?” He asked with a look of genuine care.

“She’s great, thank you so much. What you did meant the world to her.” You answered.

“Don‘t sweat it. Plus, it was a pleasure to meet both of you.” Jadon smiled.

Two weeks ago, you and your fourteen year old cousin, Gracie had spent the day walking about Manchester, shopping, eating and just having fun. While in one of the stores, Gracie squealed once she thought she saw Jadon Sancho. She made you stay in the store until her suspicions were confirmed when a few others stated asking for pictures, tickets, and autographs.

So, she made you go up to young footballer with her and get his signature and pictures with him. He even gave her a signed shirt. You appreciated the kind gesture but what you didn’t know was that you had caught Jadon’s eye.

So he asked for your Instagram with no hesitance at all. You were only persuaded to do so once you saw the encouraging look on your younger cousin’s face.

Later that day, your cousin would claim that he was obviously into you and would probably become your boyfriend in the near future.

You shook your head and laughed at Gracie’s prediction. However, when you and Jadon began to message each other everyday, it was no longer you laughing.

Back to present day you sat nervously in your sit just as Jadon looked up from his menu.

Clearing your throat you began speaking, “So uh, I saw your match today.”

Jadon’s ears perked up at that like a dog.

“You watched the match? Thought you didn’t like football” He smiled softly.

You laughed, “Gracie convinced me too. Surprisingly it wasn’t boring. You had a pretty nice goal too.”

Jadon’s smile turned into a grin at that.

“Well, I feel very privileged that you watched football for me.”

“Now, tell me about your day.” Jadon suggested, covering your hand with his.

You began blushing more at the contact. What was it about this man that made you feel so warm inside? With butterflies in your stomach.

You shrugged your shoulders, “Not much. Some errands, uni work, and then I watched Gilmore Girls for the rest of the day.”

Jadon’s mouth dropped open.

“You watch Gilmore Girls too?” He questioned.

This time it was your turn to be in shock.

“Jadon, you watch Gilmore Girls?” You asked.

For some reason, Jadon and Gilmore Girls did not seem to go together.

“Of course I do! Team Jess for life!” He cheered.

You would’ve pinned him as a Jess person. However, you yourself strongly had team Logan preferences. Through the rest of the night, there was no awkward pauses at all. You found yourselves having a lot more in common than you once thought. In started with arguing about Gilmore Girls opinions all the way to talking about both of your loves for travel.

By the end of the night, it was clear you were both enamoured with each other. Walking out of the restaurant you were about to, sadly, go your own ways before Jadon grabbed your arm.

“Come back to my place would you?” He whispered in your ear.

You shivered at his voice. But there wasn’t anything you wanted more. You grinned and nodded at him. Jadon wrapped his arm around your shoulders and your arm around his waist as you both walked into the cold night, giggling amongst yourselves.

It was young love in its finest form.

[ghettogirly]

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[azulera]

Jadon and y/n coming back to Dortmund. The first game back and everyone is super happy to have these to back

By Night in Dortmund

Pairing: Jadon Sancho x Black Reader

Words: 2.5k

Notes: anon i know you probably wanted something short and cute but the emotions were flowing and i needed to let them free (i am in a writing slump). verrry mushy fluffy hurt / comfort forgive me, hope u like it  

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By night, Dortmund looks just how she remembered it. Locals are still trickling out from the shops and bars downtown, but the thin, quaint streets are familiar as the chauffeured car zips toward the hotel the club has booked for them. The driver’s English is fluent and though it’s nearing 22:00, his manner is chipper, and polite. He doesn’t blink an eye when Y/N leans over, pressing into Jadon’s side in the backseat.

“Are you alright? You’ve been quiet.”

“Yeah, I’m good.” Jadon reaches for her hand and pulls them both to rest in his lap. “Just thinkin.”

“About what?”

“About how when I came here for the first time, remember I saw someone’s nan, like, a group of em, leaving the pub like 2am. Couldn’t believe it.”

She huffs, and leans her head against his shoulder. Her hair and ears are protected by a yellow, silk-lined BVB hat.

“The exact same as England, no? All the nans love a pub run now and then. What was the one in Manchester all the aunties went to?”

“Don’t remember.” Jadon fidgets in his seat, and a cold surge shoots down her back. Perhaps it wasn’t the aptest comment to make. She can do better than to mention the city that for the next five months at least, they will both hope to forget.

“Well, anyways, it’s normal. Do you think the physios will-”

She interrupts her own sentence with a yawn, which is long and drawn out and makes both Jadon and the driver laugh.

“Are you tired? You can stay at the hotel while I go to medical.”

“‘No,” She shakes her head, rubbing the drowsiness from her eyes that has seemed to strike from out of nowhere. “No, I’ll go with you.”

“My sleepy girl,” Jadon tutts, and kisses her on the forehead, right above her frowning eyebrows. She is determined not to let his affection relax her into sleep. “M’sorry it’s so late. Know you had a long day.”

It’s all of the past week– the past three years, really– that have been long, and even though leaving Manchester feels like a genie's wish finally granted, there is a balloon of tensions still swelling just under the surface. She’s thrilled to be back in Germany, and beyond excited to see Jadon in action again on the pitch, but also knows the current solution is only a quick one. A long term plan for her boyfriend’s career is not yet in their hands, still fluttering up in the air.

The uncertainty has been a frigid block of ice in her stomach since they deboarded the plane.

“So have you.”

“Yeah, but, still. How bout you decide after we check in our room? We’re almost there.”

Jadon peers out of the window, and she follows his gaze. The colorful passing lights, and the possibility of receiving more of his kisses are motivation to stay awake.

“We’re almost there? How d’you know?”

“‘Cause I know.” He continues looking out the window, but his hand tightens in her grasp. Leaning against his chest, she can feel his deep, hopeful sigh when it escapes him. “I’m at home, innit.”

—--

The Merck-Stadion am Böllenfalltor is no Signal Iduna Park, but the incessant fervor of German football fans is found in almost every city. Blue flags and scarfs are scattered so densely across the stadium that it’s hard to make out anything else from her seat, but when the players exit the tunnel at kick-off her eyes spot Jadon like magic. He is a tiny dot, covered in black, a dark speck on the bench, and simultaneously the only one in the crowd who matters. She wants desperately to know what he’s thinking, how he’s feeling about the match, but knows his phone with her “good luck” texts is tucked dutifully away in his locker. So from here, she can only think at him: You can do this, You deserve this, Everyone here is behind you.

The ice block inside shifts every time she moves.

It has melted down a fraction when the first half ends, with a lovely finish by Julian, but not much else to show. Darmstadt are not the most formidable of opponents, but anyone knows that home or away, a one-goal lead rarely guarantees anything, is hardly enough to shrink the worry down to size. During the break, she orders two hot chocolates from the beverage stand to stay warm and for moral support.

Once she’s finished the first cup, she reflects, that, just maybe, the anxieties she’s harboring are unfounded. The homecoming, after all, has been mostly joyful: Jadon’s medical test last night went seamlessly, the other partners and families in the seats next to her have been incredibly kind, and the welcome from Terzic and Jadon’s new and not-so-new teammates has been sincere, and warm.

So she can’t explain why it feels still as if she’s waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Or, for some snag or slip up to scratch the surface, and ruin the pretty picture that Jadon is fighting so hard to restore. There's no logical reason why, in the 60th minute, when the match resumes and she sees the yellow #10 shining on his back, she's teleported back to those dreadful evenings in Manchester. Then, it seemed that no matter what Jadon did or said, in public or in private, his actions were misconstrued, his words twisted up by a manager who was determined to misunderstand him.

She tried, in those moments, to do what she could to help. The days she got home before him, she would order his favorite meals - spicy curry goat and rice-, queue his favorite 90's American movies, and bring him tea before bed. When they settled beneath the covers, she would rub his back and pet his hair, his hands clutching at every part of her he could reach, and their heartbeats echoing. Some nights his dry lips would press against her throat, whispering, confessing. I just wanna play. After a while, she never knew how to respond. “It’s gonna be okay” was the truth of what she believed, but she knew that words, however heart-felt, were not what he needed to hear. He just needed her to be there.

And so she was.

And now, here they are.

Regardless the color of the kit- this is where Jadon belonged. On a green, frost-bitten field, panting, his face frozen and his lungs burning. Blitzing defenders and setting up his teammates, performing how the world always knew he could and giving everything to push the team toward a win.

As long as he can be somewhere, and doing this, she thinks, a future will sort itself out. She’s sure.

He flits his way down the wing, and she imagines she can see the fire in his eyes all the way from her seat. The ice block resting in her stomach begins to melt away in its heat. By the time he delivers the assist, Marco flying into the box to tap the cross home, there’s nothing left but a puddle, quickly drying up.

—--

She beats the team coach back to Dortmund and looks up from her phone when the players begin to file out. Their shoulders are hunched against the cold, but even from a distance she can tell the three points, the clean sheet have lifted the daunting weight beginning to rest there. When she walks closer, she can even see the grins, hear the jokes and banter flying in a mix of German, Dutch, and English. She says a quick hello to Gio and Jamie when they pass, and congratulates Mouki on his goal, and it’s a lovely moment, - she’s more than pleased to see their faces, to be back among them. She’s almost taken by surprise when Jadon comes up behind her, sliding an arm across her shoulders.

“Baby,” She jumps into him, circling her arms around Jadon’s neck while he squeezes around her middle. They are in the middle of Germany but that spot between his neck and shoulder smells just like the body wash and cologne he uses at home, and for a second she isn’t sure she can let go. His new, old teammates still surround them, respectfully ignoring their PDA, but it’s all she can do to not kiss him on the mouth right there, in front of them all. “An assist first day back? You were born to do this, you know.”

“Yeah? You think so?”

The crest on her yellow BVB hat scratches against his coat as she nods.

“Yeah, it felt good, innit. Good to be back.”

She pulls away an inch to look in his face, at his cute nose which is pale from the cold, at the relief and fatigue and shine in his eyes which is back and which she hasn’t seen in long months. She cups his cheeks in her hands as she speaks, feeling her own grin spreading, making sure he hears what she’s saying, and feels it too. “I’m so proud of you, Jadon. And no matter what else happens, I’m gonna be here.”

Her words and their sincerity make Jadon smile, too, and he turns his head, kissing into the center of her palm, and nuzzling his fuzzy cheek there. His eyes slip closed for the briefest second. Y/N isn’t sure that her own eyes aren’t watering --she’s that happy for him, she loves him that much-- but is hastily wiping any moisture away when she catches sight of the platinum blonde standing just over Jadon’s left shoulder.

“Marcinho,”

“Y/N!” She and Jadon separate long enough for her to offer the midfielder a tight squeeze that he returns in kind. Save for a short chat after a match in the USA in the summer, it has been years now, since she last saw him. “It is so good to see you again. How are things in England?”

“Everything is good, but I have missed it here, to be honest. We’re both happy to be back.”

“I am happy to hear this. You were taking good care of our boy while he was away, yes?” Marco asks in the same light-hearted tone, but she can tell his meaning hints at something deeper. Marco knows what the past years have been like.

“Yeah, I was. Someone’s got to keep him out of trouble, you know?” She looks over to Jadon who is sucking his teeth, his eyes almost rolling. “He’s wild, this one.”

“Nah, I’m a good boy. Marco knows.” Jadon defends himself with little success, as the former captain is cackling in disbelief and ruffling his hair.

“Yes, I know exactly what you are like. That’s why it is good that you are back here, we will at least try to make you normal. Now come,”

Jadon steps away to wrap his friend and teammate in an embrace, and then he tucks her back underneath his arm, their fingers are interlocked, and they’re saying not goodbye, but “see you later”. The walk to the car is short, but it seems as if Jadon still has a lot to say.

“Thank you for comin here with me, baby. Know it was a bit crazy, the schedule and everything so rushed. Know you’re tired, even though you pretend not.”

Y/N shakes her head, even as the adrenaline rush of the past 48 hours has begun to wane, and the physical and emotional toll of a mid-season loan has begun to set in. It doesn’t change her answer in the slightest. “You don’t have to thank me for that, Jadon. I’m happy to be here.”

“No, but, I mean–” It’s Jadon's turn to command her attention, as if he hasn’t been doing just that all evening since he walked on the pitch, from the first time they saw each other on a night in south London, and every day since then. His eyes are wide and shimmering, and he finds it’s easy to speak to her, even if the memories are difficult. “It’s been hard, lately, innit. Really hard. And you been there, even when I was … even when it was hard. And I’m happier now, but you put up with me when I wasn’t. And that helped me to get here, so. Thank you.”

She does lean up to kiss him this time, but the car is hidden enough and she is too in love to care whether his teammates or coaching staff watch. Jadon, whose hand has raised to cradle her neck, his tongue pushing against her lips, doesn’t seem to mind either.

“I love you, baby." He bumps their noses together. "Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Her breath flutters over him when she replies, telling him how she loves him back, how there's no place she'd rather be, in a small voice that's almost a whisper. Jadon is smirking, licking and biting his lips like he’s preparing to go in for more, but instead says Look, and tilts her chin to take in the twinkling stars crowding the purple-black sky above.

She was sure before that she had stopped crying, but Jadon’s hands are holding her so gently, his mouth is so soft, his eyes are so full of everything, that the tears may have returned. Because by night, like this, Dortmund is just how she remembers it. The sky is cold and dark but Jadon’s body next to hers, his hand along her throat is warm. The ice block in her belly is evaporated. They’re both a couple of years older and painfully wiser, but the thin, quaint streets that will take them back to the hotel, the taste of Jadon’s lips on her skin, are familiar.

The future opening up ahead of them is bright as a shining #10, as a yellow BVB hat.

As bright as they both make it.

[macybeckham7]

Talking to Jadon ahead of the final on facetime

‘Feels weird being back in England’ he tells you as he sits against the headboard of his hotel bed. ‘Kinda getting nervous now’ he says with a smile. ‘Can you feel the negative energy from United?’ you joke with him nodding. ‘Everyone has seen the player that you are, you guys have done amazing this season’ you speak softly. You two speak for a few hours, you calming him down and speaking about all the outcomes from the game. You smiling and telling him no matter what happens you are proud. You even gushing about when he was a young boy he would have dreamed about playing against Real Madrid. ‘Just have fun’ you wink at him, with him nodding in agreement.

[holymountdias]

Love Triangle pt.3

Erling Haaland x (fem) reader x Jadon Sancho

Summary: A past relationship of yours broke you to the point that you weren't being yourself anymore, but what happens when your ex's best friend takes interest in you and he helps you take revenge ? Will it all just be a game for you or become more than friends ?

Word count: 5k

Notes: smut, angst, fluff

PARTS: 1.0 2.0 3.0

The fun at the party is simply getting better and better. Since your little body shots game with Jadon, he hasn't left your side much; only when he needed to deal with some party issues, and then he immediately returned to you. What you've seen is that he likes to keep you near and touch you, as if he's scared you'll be snatched at any minute. He generally has at least one of his arms wrapped around you or attempts to pull your face close, tormenting you by pretending to kiss you but then turning towards your ear to say something to you. At that moment, you don't care what he's saying since your pulse is racing from all the excitement and you're too buzzed to pay attention. It becomes worse when he gently massages your waist or the top of your thigh while you sit on his lap.

You're not used to it. Receiving this type of attention from someone in public is something you've always desired but never received. Who would have guessed that the person who would provide you that opportunity would be someone like Jadon?

If you were sober enough to consider how you both acted towards one other, drawing all eyes in the room to you, you don't know if you'd be able to live with it and all the implications. But you don't care right now; it's the first time in a long time, but you're having true fun and may have even caught a superb player for yourself. Most importantly, someone who is not afraid of the attraction between you, which helps you feel more confident in your decision.

Nonetheless, one thing you despise is how you find yourself occasionally glancing towards Erling, which only adds to your confusion and frustration. You understand that the purpose of your actions is to make him jealous and to prove something to him, but is that all? Is it only payback on your mind, or could it be something more...No way are you going to slip into this emotional labyrinth. You're done, no fuck this, you WERE done the moment you ended things with him, and you're not going to allow whatever remains of that fake shit destroy your enjoyable time.

His glares continue to burn holes in you and Jadon, as if he is ready to attack the both of you, especially Jadon since he is the one who is getting all touchy with you. You sneaked glances whenever you made sure his attention was diverted to his circle of friends so he wouldn't see you since you definitely didn't want to give him that gratification. His body language appears hostile as he is drinking and bringing his glass down on the counter with force, which honestly shocks you given how many times he has broken it.

You're not concerned about his act, since you know from firsthand experience that he hasn't previously and will never be open about his emotions for you in a room full of people from his social circle. He can act as disturbed as he wants, but you already know the reality. Finally, you decided not to waste any more time on him and instead focus on the birthday boy, who is currently conversing with Marcus and some other footballers. His arms are holding you from behind, and your back is resting comfortably on his chest.

Your head snaps as you hear your favourite music begin to play.

"Would anyone like to go dancing?" Jadon's low voice pierces your ear, and you smile at his excellent assessment. You spin around to face him, your heart pounding with excitement.

"Is that an invitation?"

"only if it's with you," his statement causes you to bite your lower lip to keep from smiling too much before taking his hand in yours to steer deeper into the swarm of bodies dancing.

As soon as you find your place on the dance floor, his hands move to your hips, carefully stroking them, just to be dragged into his front. You close your eyes and move to the beats of the song, as well as the delicate yet seductive touches of the man behind you. While grinding your ass against Jadon’s crotch, your hands swim along your body, feeling yourself. The act instantly prompts him to tighten his grasp on you while his face leans lower next to yours.

"You know you're killing me, right?" you smirk with satisfaction. You can feel how your movements influence his lower body, and you can't pretend that it's one-sided as Jadon alone can determine how wet you are by rubbing his fingers against your underwear. Both of you are turned on, and you are about to abandon everything to bring him back to your place and fuck him. God was the only one who knew how badly you want that.

Everyone reacts when all of the lights are gradually turned off and the music stops. A second later, a separate set of lights is turned on, providing a wonderful warm atmosphere within the club, while a group of people bearing a large cake with many candles on it appears to be approaching towards you and Jadon.

Obviously, you attempt to move away from Jadon to give him room while singing the birthday song with everyone else, but he refuses to let go. Instead, he throws his arm around your waist and keeps you with him the entire time. Shocked and flustered are among the least things you'd describe yourself as feeling at the time, yet in order to avoid further attention, you maintain your cheerful expression and smile.

Everyone, including you, cheers and applauds as the candles are blown out, but you are stunned once again by Jadon pressing you up against him just to kiss you on the cheek in front of everyone, all eyes on you. Your eyes widen as a result of his rapid behavior, and you can feel your face heating up as a result of all the shyness that consumes you.

The music is finally turned back on, and everyone dissipates to resume their former activities. You refuse to raise your gaze, knowing full well that there are still eyes on you, especially after Jadon's display of affection for you. You notice his face leaning above your shoulder and tilt your head to meet it.

"Do you want to know what I wished for?" he asks, maintaining his hand on your jawline and staying a close distance from your face.

You completely spin around to face his front whilst keeping eye contact and encircling your arms behind his neck.

"You do realize it's not going to happen if you say it, right?" You notice him smirking at your response and raising his hand to cup your face.

"Hmm...I don't know, I think my chances are pretty good," his playful comment makes you giggle, and you decide to play along.

"How are you so sure about it?" you question back bluntly, noting how his gaze darkens.

"Because I have been feeling you all night, baby, and I know you like it, don't you?" You fail to trust your own words after this, knowing full well that you will moan. Then he gently moves his face near to your ear as his hands compel your bodies to meet entirely.

"Come on, say it, baby girl. I’m gonna make you feel so good, you only need to say the word.” His statements are meant only to turn you on more. Your mind immediately fills with sensual thoughts, and your eyes close as his breath brushes against your skin.

One of your hands tries to slide down his chest, almost desperate to feel more of him, but you know it's not enough, and all you need to tell him is that for him to give you the release you are looking for. Something within you, though, makes you hesitate to respond positively, which bothers you terribly. You are obviously drawn to him, Jadon is definitely attracted to you, and he has clearly offered you a good time, so what's the problem?

“fuck Jadon i-”

You feel something liquid soak your shoulder down to the edge of your dress as you are abruptly shoved from the side. You let out a frantic gasp, taken off guard, as Jadon's grasp tightened on your hips to keep you from losing balance. You both turn your heads to greet the guy who interrupted you and destroyed your outfit, and you can't help but laugh at the irony.

It is the girl from the restroom who vented about Erling ghosting her, but she of course wasn't alone.

"Erlinggg, be careful, I just spilled my drink" her unpleasant whiny tone just makes you want to slap her even more after the incident.

"Yeah on fucking me," you speak with obvious rage in your voice as you stare at the both of them.

"Oops," she says cheerfully and without remorse. Erling is simply standing there with a tiny smile on his face, and that was just the icing on the cake for you.

"Halaand, make sure you teach your mop how to wet the floor, or better throw it away; I'm sure you have plenty of others to replace it with." You snap at him, forcing him and the girl to narrow their eyes. The girl is about to answer, but you don't give her time as you glance at Jadon and murmur a brief "I will be back" before heading out the bathroom.

When you enter the room, you are happy to see that no one is present since you would be humiliated to have to clean yourself in front of others. You quickly begin to repair yourself using water from one of the sinks and plenty of toilet paper.

You are furious with Erling; you believe he did it on purpose, which irritates you. He has no right to try to interject himself or ruin your enjoyment because he is envious or anything. On the one hand, you're pleased of making him feel that way, and it's one of the reasons you landed up at the party in the first place, but pulling jealousy acts like that on you after what he's done was outrageous. You are aware of his jealously tendencies, but you never expected him to be so petty.

Why bother caring in the first place when he was the one who ruined all you two had?

At the end of the day, you don't want to think about what’s her name either, since you've been very familiar with those girls and their nasty attitude due to your brother's environment, and you've had no problem standing up against them whenever the circumstances called for it. But, my God, the fact that she's involved with Erling irritates you and makes you low key envious, but you're not going to admit it to yourself.

You were so engrossed in your thoughts that you didn't see the person entering the bathroom or the click of the door locking.

"What do you think you're doing with Jadon?" Erling appears beside you, and you place your palms over your heart, taken off guard.

"Oh my God, what the hell are you doing here, it's the women's bathroom!" you shout quietly to avoid being heard outside the room.

"I fucking locked the door, no one will bother, answer the damn question."

He argues back, forcing you to narrow your eyes at him.

"What is it to you that I do with Jadon?"

"Because you're using him to get revenge on me." He has the audacity to call you out.

"Would you like to talk about revenge? How about that stunt you pulled with the bimbo?" You battled back, becoming increasingly irritated by his behaviour. He doesn't say anything else or try to make excuses for what happened; he knows you can see straight through him. In annoyance, he lets out a deep sigh and rubs the bridge of his nose.

"I have every right to know if it involves my ex and best friend," he says, raising his eyes once again.

"Oh, so I'm your ex now? I thought you mentioned me to your buddies as one of your one-night stands?" While folding your arms across your chest, you raise an eyebrow in questioning.

"We both agreed not to make it public, and you are aware of that."

"Then I'm sure you know that being in a relationship with someone doesn't involve any third parties, but you didn't seem to have an issue skipping over that part, did you?"

"I made a mistake and-"

"It sounded like more than a mistake," you say, and he appears to have become even more upset as it turned out. After he sighed, the tension went up drastically.

“Do you want to know the truth? Fine. It was only one time, and I understand I have no excuses, but all the guys were trying to link me up with girls because they were suspicious of the fact that I didn't want to do anything with any other girl. We got really drunk one night, and they ended up matching me with a random woman from the bar we ended up at once. We didn’t go all the way though as soon as i realized that it’s not you i pushed her away. I felt awful about it right away since I really wanted to be serious with you. Whatever ridiculous things I'd say to the boys were solely to cover us up." he adds as he walks closer to you, causing you to take steps back to maintain the gap; however you eventually hit the wall behind you, leaving your efforts useless.

"Is that supposed to make things better? because it doesn't, and it simply points to whatever we had ended because of you, so don't come interrogating me about what I'm doing with Jadon." Hearing his remarks makes you almost tear up. It's one thing to learn about it through his discussions with others, and quite another to hear him admit it to you. It's as if you went back in time and are now reliving the night you discovered the truth. He has now trapped you against the wall, with both arms on either side of you.

"Yes, I will because you are still important to me." His voice rises with intensity as he says it, looking deep into your eyes before shifting his sight lower to your lips for a second.

"I didn't want our relationship to end, but when it did, I tried to get over it and couldn't. Every time I had, I'd sleep with a new woman to convince myself that in the end, you meant nothing, but it's not fucking true, and I can't accept seeing you get all cozy with anyone else if it's not me."

"I like Jadon"

All of a sudden one arm wraps around your waist, while the other grasps your face, smashing your lips together. Your breath is instantly caught in your throat, and your eyes widen in surprise; you try to stop him by pushing your hands against his hard chest, but he is stronger than you as he deepens the kiss forcing you to finally give into it and kiss him back. While you lock your arms around his neck, he lets his hands wander down to your hips and legs before effortlessly pulling you up and bringing you onto the bathroom counter.

His lips are so smooth on yours and his his lips feel so amazing on yours, and his way of kissing you leaves you breathless as he moves his tongue with such dominance. You missed this...you missed him.

The feeling of his body pressing against you again gives you an unexplainable sense of relief and your heart pounds in your chest. Your fingers dance in his knotted hair, and your legs hang open from the counter with him standing in between them. His hands are teasing  you by caressing your nude thighs and slowly approaching your center. Your body instinctively responds by providing him extra space with your legs, allowing him to have a better peek under your dress.

"Who is this for, baby; who made you so wet?"

He lets out a satisfied groan as he runs his fingers over your drenched thong, feeling how wet it is. You hesitate to respond, knowing it will only create problems, but your chin gets caught before you realize it, urging your closed eyes to meet his passionate stare.

"I asked you a question," his tone conveys control, and you immediately respond.

"Jadon," his brow furrows in displeasure but gradually transforms into an evil sneer.

"Let's change that," his lips sink down your neck, sucking and kissing all your sensitive parts, prompting you to groan and your hands to tighten around him. Your legs tremble with excitement for what is about to come.

Suddenly, he takes your arms and tugs them behind your back. "Keep them there," he warns you gently but the rough tone of his voice prickling at your ear, causes your breathing to become heavy. One of his hands moves beneath your dress, between your spread legs, towards your wet clothed center once more. His fingers pull down the top of your thong, while the other taps your ass twice, urging you to lift your hips.

Then you feel the little piece of clothes sliding down your legs while your dress rises to rest about your waist. The coldness of the surface underneath you causes goosebumps all over your body. It makes you clench around nothing alongside turning you on even more. While his fingers slowly rubbed on your wet clit, your lower half arches towards his muscular torso, desperate to feel more.

"Please," you plead him softly as you open your eyes to completely gaze at him. You honestly don't know what exactly you're pleading for. Maybe it's his fingers, his tongue, or perhaps, his big thick cock that always helped you reach a new level of high, or maybe it's everything that includes him on you while his words scream for you to fantasize and feel more of him.You want him and you know you're going to blame yourself later for it, but you don't care right now. Your body is hungry enough to disregard all rationality in your head.

"Tell me what you want, baby," he says calmly. Your head bends backwards to rest on the mirror behind you as you feel the influence of his fingers on your core, giving him a greater view of your body. Your words trails off as one of his fingers pushes inside you; his free hand now glides from your thigh to your waist, forcing your dress to rise even higher. His chest rumbles and he lets out an animalistic howl as he sees more of your nakedness.

"Fuck, tell me what you want, baby" His voice is deeper than before, which drives you crazy even more as he slips two more fingers into your tightened walls. You're struggling to keep your hands where he wants them right now because all you want to do is touch him, run your hands across his chest, and feel all of him against you.

As your hands try to grasp the surface behind you, you mutter his name. "I want to touch you," you reply. He just smirks at you before leaning closer until his face is only a few inches away from yours; his curious hand has now switched over to grip your hands, ensuring you stay place.

"Do you think you deserve it, hmm?" he asks, cupping your jaw and dragging your gaze to his.

"Have you been a good little girl?" You can only nod eagerly in answer.

You can only nod eagerly in answer, hoping that this would be enough to convince him.

"Nah baby, I don't think you were," he says smugly, since he loved to punish you in any way he could, but you whimpered in protest. You're wet down there, and the sound of your wetness being pushed by his long fingers makes you feel filthy, but you love it, and he does as well. His secret addiction is the way your body reacts and responds to his hands. His fingers slide back up to your clit and softly circle it, causing you to move your hips into him.

There were plenty of times when he would think about you to get himself off, or even if he wasn't alone, his mind would return to memories of you, how beautiful you looked under him and how perfectly you took him in every way you both desired. You're grinding faster and harder, a pout forming on your face as you feel yourself approaching your climax. "Fuck, Erling yes, yes" 

“Come for me baby” his mouth dips to your ear to murmur, and your body quickly obeys his words on its own. You exhale a gasp as you reach your climax, your eyes rolling in the back, and one of your hands quickly moves to grasp his muscular arm.

You can still feel his fingers rubbing over your clit, which only creates little jerks to your body as you become overstimulated. Your silky walls continue to throb from your high, still in need of being filled. Your awareness returns to reality as you listen to his strong breathing next to you and lean against his torso. His head swings between the area where your neck meets your shoulder and begins to trace gentle kisses on your skin; his other hand, which was clutching your arms, is now tenderly caressing your hand.

When you've calmed down, you sift your posture back as he takes a step back to give you some space. You hesitate to look at him, afraid about what is going to happen after this. You start fixing your dress and you hair before you proceed to get off of the counter. Your stability seems to betray you though and you are about to fall down but Erling is fast enough to prevent that. As he holds by you waist he helps you steady yourself while maintaining a careful gaze on you.

You avoid looking him in the eyes once again worrying that you are going to end up crying in his arms and hate yourself even more since reality started hitting you. You are feeling so guilty and so lost at the same time. You didn’t know how to handle the situation but the only thing that keeps ringing in your mind is that you need to leave and fast.

As soon as you are back on your feet you push back his arms and resume to your efforts of making yourself seem somewhat presentable again. Several minutes pass by where you both say nothing; only difference is that he is still observing you and perhaps expecting you to talk to him but you know better than to start something unending. After you have cleaned yourself , you check yourself out once last time and you are glad to see no evidence of his kisses on your skin so you proceed to leave the room but the call of your name stops you on your tracks.

“We need to talk” he says and thats when you finally turn around to look at him. His face is covered by a slight frown, bothered by your avoidance towards him; meanwhile you are angry and frustrated with your behaviour. There were a million of other scenarios about how this night could turn out and you chose the most ridiculous one.

“It was a mistake Erling, there is nothing to talk about. You go back to your side chicks and i go on with my life” you hold a serious expression as you talk to him with determination on your voice which doesn’t go unnoticed by him but you get curious when you hear him chuckling while looking downwards. You raise your brow in question before you ask him what he is laughing for.

“You are never going to forgive me are you?” he asks you back instead and then his frowned gaze meets yours. Your eyes narrow at him, trying to detect any lie in this sad painful expression that he holds and to your surprise you find none; but you are not the one to believe him, not anymore. How is he still bothered over your break up?

You are definitely not over it and you proved that just a few minutes ago but how is he not? Especially since he cheated you would have expected him to have moved on to the next girl. Regardless of him being drunk or not when it happened, it still hurt.

Where you supposed to die with anxiety every time he would go out with his friends, praying that he doesn’t get drunk to the point of being with someone else? You are not willing to go down that road. You had agreed on dating secretly, wanting to be understanding and look where it got you.

You refuse to give him an answer or continue this unending conversation so you turn around to leave once again. You have just unlocked the door when you hear him call your name trying to get your attention back but you ignore him and finally open the door. As you exit the room you walk fast through the people inside the club wanting to get to the main entrance to leave. Your guiltiness is eating you up thinking about Jadon, you decide that you will have to text him about having left since you didn’t have the guts to face him right now.

On your way you hear your name being called from behind but assuming that its Erling, you ignore it and keep on walking. Once you have finally gotten yourself out of the club you feel a cold breeze of fresh air hit you and you exhale loudly, feeling like you can breath again. Wasting no more time you take your phone out to text your friend to come pick you up and thankfully she is quick enough to text you back telling you that she is on her way.

You let out another sigh, your chest feeling heavy from all the build up emotion. You want to cry, scream, anything to get rid of the frustration that is inside you, still in disbelief for what you did. You mind immediately goes back to Jadon and as you are about to text him, you hear your name being called and this time you turn around to face the person. Expecting it to be Erling you are ready to lash out and tell him to leave you alone but you surprised when you see Jadon instead.

“Not even a goodbye?” he teases you as he nears you to stand in front of you. He has he hands dipped inside his pockets as he looks at you with that playful smirk on his face.

“Jadon i-i am sorry, i was about to text you about leaving because something happene-“

“It’s Erling, isn’t it?” he interrupts you and you are immediately shocked by his words. You feel your stomach twist up as you think about him knowing what happened. Did he see you? or worse heard you while being in the bathroom? You are loss of words and after catching your hesitance in your expression he decides to speak up again.

“Look if there is something going on betwe-”

“No there isn’t, i promise, its just complicated” the words rush out of your mouth before you can control them and you are honestly ready to explain everything to him right then and there but you are so overwhelmed that you feel as if you are about to cry. He nods along to your words and you are about to talk again but he stops you.

“I had fun with you tonight and I don’t know what happened between you two in the bathroom but you are obviously upset by him and i-” he doesn’t get to finish his sentence since he gets disrupted by a strong voice which catches both of your attention.

“Y/N” you see Erling shouting for you while standing right outside the entrance of the club. As soon as both of your gazes meet his expression softens but quickly switches to a glaring one when he notices Jadon with you. He nears you both and you close your eyes for a minute feeling yourself about to burst out.

"We didn't finish our conversation" He refers to you at first before he glances at Jadon besides him. "And what the fuck is he doing here again? What’s your deal with her huh?" he questions him with a threatening tone while stepping closer to him, enough until their chest almost meet.

Their height difference gives Erling the advantage to tower over him intimidatingly as he is glaring at him. His posture and behavior gives you the hint that he is ready to start a fight, but Jadon doesn’t seem to mind at all as he returns the same angry expression to him, indicating that he is not willing to back out either. The surprise comes when Jadon finally reacts by pushing Erling off of him.

"She isn't fucking yours so how about you leave her alone!" Jadon loudly protests and your eyes widen in shock by his action; knowing that a fight is about to start you move quickly in front of Erling in effort to put stop to it. His glare only looked more hateful after his supposedly best friend's move towards him and he would go up against him if it wasn't for your gentle hands to stop him from acting upon his thoughts.

"Erling you need to leave” you tell him seriously and at first he doesn’t respond nor looks at you but continues to threaten Jadon with his gaze.

When he finally shifts his eyesight to you, you notice how his eyes slightly soften over his frowned expression which instantly makes your heart melt but you refuse to allow any other emotion cross your face at this moment. After he holds eye contact with you for a minute or so he closes his eyes for a second and rubs his face with his hand as he looks anywhere but you.

“I’m not done with you” he tells you seriously after returning his focus back on you and you only nod at him as he finally steps back to leave but not before he gives another threatening look at Jadon.

You slowly turn around face Jadon and your mentally exhaustion already covers your face causing him to frown at you worriedly. He doesn’t get the chance to speak up as a horn behind you is heard and you both turn to look at your best friend inside her car. You give Jadon an apologizing look and quietly mutter to him that you’ve got to go. He nods at you in response and wishes you goodbye as he watches you enter the passenger seat and disappear inside the car.

[footballerimaginess]

Wedding Planning

Wedding day planning with Jadon, like extra fluffy and cute!  Word Count: 411 Sitting in the office, having about a million wedding magazines surrounding you.  The wedding of the year was happening, well being planned.  “Of course you are in here, what is up with you?” you jumped as you saw Jadon standing at the door.  “Well J, I am planning our wedding” you smiled as he walked towards you.  “Hi” he mumbled into your lips as he gently pressed his lips on them.  “So what do you want? are you going to be helping me?” you asked Jadon as he sat down opposite you.  “I have planned the flowers with the florist, I just need to try and do some other things” you smiled.  “Is there anything I can do to help you? I don’t want you going all bridezilla on me now” he teased.  “Alright, yes I would love the help” he smiled as you replied.  “So we need to have a taster menu, I know I hate most food. But I would love something different from a typical wedding. I dunno what though” you laughed as you gave him all the menus that you’d been given.  “That would be cool, what about first dance music?” he asked,  “I’ve not thought about it yet, have you got one?” you asked as you scrolled through your phone.  “What about that all of me, John Legend or that Tom Walker one we absolutely loved when we went away. That was the one song we listened to so many times, I do have a James Arthur one but not sure” Jadon smiled as he showed you the ones on his phone.  “Oh say you won’t let go. That one?” you nodded as you pressed play on the song.  You get up and span around in a circle.  “I love that one” you grinned.  I met you in the dark, you lit me up You made me feel as though I was enough We danced the night away, we drank too much I held your hair back when You were throwing up “Ironically I did throw up when we first met because we had one too many tequillas” you smirked.  “Oh fuck yeah, completely forgot that one. Honestly meeting you feels like a lifetime ago. But I wouldn’t wish it away, I can’t wait for you to become Mrs Sancho” he leaned across to grab your hand as he kissed you gently.  “I can’t wait either, Mr Sancho” you whispered against him as you cuddled him.

[valentinajadehill]

jadon sancho blurbs

makeout

habit

injury

lucky

nephew

secret

bag

taken



iwd post

dad

eskimo kisses

kisses

hair

compliments

party

nickname

necklace

mine

jealous

smutty

movie

pants

trousers

boobs

cuddle

dry humping

[httpsdana]

jadon sancho or marcus rashford 13?

Seeking Love~Jadon Sancho

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13-"I'm your boyfriend and I demand you kiss me right now"

Things haven't been looking good for Man United lately. The last 5 games were something they didn't want to remember. Two loses and two draws with only one win.

What makes things worse was that Jadon didn't start in the last three games, only being subbed on in the last 15 minutes and barely having a chance to score.

So of course Jadon wasn't in his best moods recently. He wasn't mad or angry, he was just disappointed. And seeking some love from his girlfriend always made him better. Not when she was busy though.

y/n was still a university student, her last year actually. And her finals were in less than a month, and she was already spending all her time studying her ass off.

That wasn't something Jadon was enjoying. Of course he wanted her to be on top of her class and pass her tests with brilliant grades, but that meant she'd have less time for him.

After he arrived from his last training session of the week, he walked onto his girlfriend in their living room, her legs crossed and a table across her with all her papers scattered in front of her.

"hello love" he beamed with a smile, glad to see her after a long tiring training session

"hi" she replied, never looking up from the book between her hands

Jadon frowned and sat down next to her, trying to see what has gotten her attention that much that she didn't even look at him

It was her least favorite subject. Physics (that's me fr)

"you need some help with that?" he offered, knowing how many times she had cried because of it (also me)

"no thank you. I think I've got it" she looked up at him with a smile

She turned her head back to her books and papers, making Jadon frown again, as he didn't get his post-training kiss.

"you forgot something darling no?" he asked, confused why she would forget his sacred kiss that always him feel better

"oh shit. I forgot to make dinner. I'm sorry J. we can just order some take out" she apologized making Jadon chuckle

"no no its not about dinner" he shook his head with a smile

She looked at him with a confused face

"I think you forgot my kiss" he said in a low voice, leaning closer to her face

She smiled and turned her head away from him, back to her papers

"what if I didn't forget and just didn't give you one on purpose?" she teased, not looking at him

He gasped and placed an offened hand on his chest

"how dare you! I'm your boyfriend and I demand you kiss me right now" he said with a demanding tone, crossing his arms over his chest

y/n just smiled and continued ignoring him on purpose. It was fun to tease him a bit.

"y/n" he whined, trying to put his head in front of hers

She pushed his head away, trying to concentrate on her studies

"baby please" he begged with a pout, making y/n look at him again

His face lit up, before he leaned in quickly and settled his lips on her, kissing her deeply before she can turn her head again

After a few seconds of kissing, she pulled away and pushed him away

"go take a shower J. you stink" she said, pulling a disgusted face

He grinned and pecked her lips a few times before he got up.

At least he got his kiss.

[cssiop]

AT TWENTY... jadon sancho

leaving the one jadon fell for behind to play in england is not that easy. especially not at twenty.

(this imagine takes place when jadon was still playing for bvb)

jadon sancho x fem!oc word count: 1.3k

WE ARE NOT SERIOUS WHEN WE'RE TWENTY. the pressure of the adult world hasn't quite set in yet, we get ready every weekend and go out again and again to forget the frivolous stress of everyday life. we're also beautiful when we're twenty, under cloudy skies or in bright sunshine, we glow when we're twenty, age and trouble haven't caught up with us yet. moreover, we're free at twenty. we dance all night long, without worrying about the next day's prickly alarm clock, the one that makes us grumble and then regret. at twenty, we don't know much, yet we think we know everything. halfway between arrogance and insouciance, we think we're on top of the world, giving our opinion on everything and anything, believing that it's the right one, judging the world casually. in short, we're not serious when we're twenty, and our love stories, even less so.

so why couldn't jadon restrain the needle that pierced his heart the moment he met her eyes for the first time that night? straight as a line in the dark, he could almost mistake her for a street lamp, but her eyes, far too piercing for his taste, read his soul and the doubts that ran through his head. the cold was freezing his bones, his hands, his head, his feet, his mouth, his body — him — and he wondered if she felt it too, this cold. funny enough, it was mild in dortmund in this month of may, spring had already arrived and the flowers were blooming. but there was still this cold that enveloped them, this atmosphere, that asphyxiated them; the ones that meant that nothing would ever be the same again. the ones that prevented them from looking into each other's eyes as they used to. the ones that hurt.

the news had come this morning, like a blow to the head, a sharp blade splitting the heart in two, a machine to make people sad. the news had come this morning, and helga had cried alone in her room. the idea of imagining jadon far from her in another country — happy, certainly — was unbearable for her. although he had not remained secret about his desire to leave for his homeland, the girl had only listened with one ear, denial seeming to be a better option.

oh yes, because i didn't tell you, but when you're twenty, you're not too realistic.

"congrats," she sighed between her almost closed lips, hard to pull apart as if they weighed a ton each. her german accent rolled off as she said it, bouncing against jadon's chest and he closed his eyes for a few moments as if he knew he wouldn't hear that voice again anytime soon — the one that had made him fall in love.

in his garden, at the edge of his terrace, the footballer tried to smile to mask his sadness, to thank her for her kind words, although they were laced with bitterness, but the artificial light that illuminated them betrayed his glistening eyes. he didn't blame her for blaming him, he couldn't really; his reaction would surely have been similar if helga had told him she was going to live far away. hurt was what they were, even though they had only known each other for less than a year, the wound was deep.

the months after their recent meeting had not left enough room for a totally committed relationship, nor great declarations of love. but they had left enough for feelings, the ones that grab you by the throat so much they knock you down. jadon remembered the first few weeks with helga, the overflowing feeling in his heart, something he had never felt so strongly before; Love, with a capital L. the kind that thrills and gives you goosebumps, like in the romantic bestsellers, the kind that made people dream and give them hope that one day they'll be able to live out those falsely plausible stories. jadon and helga were the main characters in those books, everyone's favourite; love at first sight.

the pity of their love story was that it didn't end well, the author must have been in a bad mood when she wrote the last lines, and then put the full stop. their book ended with an ouch, a salty tear, a wet pillow, or broken souls. not with a heart, flowers, or a sweet kiss.

but that sullen ending didn't stop jadon from wanting to fight for her, or from shoving his hands into his pockets and whispering, almost as if what he was about to say was forbidden, secret, "i love you helga."

and the girl held back the wave that had just poured into her for a few seconds before bursting into sobs, ugly sobs, the kind that made her nose and mascara run. she cried with her eyes closed, so as not to look at him, to forget that she loved him too. "you can't say that to me now, jadon, it's so unfair," her sobs redoubled and so did the strength with which her shoulders shook. she cried with her eyes, her heart, her nose, her soul. she cried.

and despite all the signs that nothing was right, and that nothing would ever be right again, jadon still had hope, like a crazy twenty-year-old. crazy enough to sit the girl he loved on the grass before looking her straight in the eye, drying her tears and asking her, almost imploring her in total hope, "come with me helga, please," he felt his voice become more feverish at the end of his words and the girl's lower lip began to tremble with emotion.

as her eyelids were closed, a new tear rolled silently down her cheek, over the old dried ones, before coming pathetically to rest on her neck. with a miserable sniffle, she murmured with a sigh, between sobs, "now that's even more unfair. why am i the one who should drop everything?"

the player was not the type to cry, the streets where he had grown up had taught him too well to restrain his tears, seen as a sign of weakness. yet, tonight, jadon wanted to be weak, vulnerable, like helga, like the one he loved. sharing her pain for a few moments would surely do him good and whatever, he knew she would not judge him. so, a tear rolled down his cheek, like a silent answer to her legitimate question which had only one way out, the hurtful one.

defeated, helga let her head fall heavily on jadon's shoulder, gasping for air as her sobs grew more violent. between two sniffles, a breath, and a nip of her lip, she said, to sink the wound even deeper, "i'd like to jay', i'd love to, but i can't."

jadon smiled sadly, because he understood that she would always put her studies over him. and helga smiled sadly, because she understood that jadon would always put football over her. because at twenty, we still had too much to see, and we couldn't let love doom our future. but, on the other hand, at twenty, we were still not serious, and still free to believe that one day, a second volume of their love story would come out and that their paths would cross again for another, more beautiful ending.

and that even if it wasn't sure, it was at least maybe.

[anintrovertwriter]

In sickness and in health

Being sick wasn’t fun, and even more frustrating when it was on gameday. Jadon had a game at home against Aston Villa this afternoon, but when I woke up with an odd feeling and my throat hurting like hell, I sadly had to cancel my plans for the day. 

He tried, as the gentleman and caring man he was, to cheer me up and said it wasn’t a big deal. 

“ How come me not going is not a big deal ? “ I asked, clearly offended.

“ Your health is more important.” He left no place for arguing, and I did my best to fight against the pain that was spreading in my all body. 

“ Seems like you’ve caught a cold my love.” 

“ I hate being sick.”

“ It’ll only last a few days. And I’ll take care of you.” 

“ But I won’t get kisses, and I hate not having them.”

“ Who said you wouldn’t get any? “ He asked, getting closer but I pushed him away. 

“ Me ! I don’t want you to catch it ! You have big games coming !” 

“ Let me hug you at least, my sick baby.” 

I nodded and we both relaxed under each other’s touches. 

“ Have a good game my love. I’ll be watching.” 

He tried to kiss me, but even though I wanted it as much as him, instead I put my head in the crook of his neck. A scoff could be heard before I felt a kiss on my hair. 

We looked at eachother with so much love my heart exploded. And not without a one last hug, Jadon left our shared house. 

“ Where’s Y/N ?” Asked Marcus when Jadon parked his car next to his friend’s. 

“ Home. She caught a cold. I had to force her to stay there. And now I’m on a kissing ban.”

Marcus laughed at his friend’s pouting face. 

I, in the meantime, felt sicker by the hours, with fever and non stop coughing. I managed to leave the bed for the couch, put on one of Jadon’s jersey and watch the game, which was a good one. But as soon as Jadon was subbed off, I fell asleep, cuddled up under the covers. 

Jadon came home shortly after the game, wasting no time in staying at Old Trafford and rushed home. He wanted to look after his girl, and was a little preoccupied since she didn’t answer his texts. 

He quietly made his way into their home, and melted at the sight of her girlfriend, sleeping in his shirt, the tv with the game playing. It wasn’t rare to see her with his clothes, but he felt so in love everytime he saw her with his last name on her back. 

He quickly got back to reality though when he heard her coughs. She opened her eyes and smiled when she saw her man sitting next to her, one hand stroking her messy hair. 

“ Sorry if I woke you up.” He said, continuing his actions.

“ S’not you, it’s the freakin coughing.” She said with a hoarse voice, that contrasted with her usual sweet one. 

“ Good game by the way” She said holding his hand

“ You watched it ?”

“ Of course ! Who do you think I am ? But I kinda fell asleep once you were subbed. But I saw enough of you, and the goal against the Peaky Blinders. You still won?” I asked, concerned about missing something. He laughed before saying

“ Course we did.

Now let me take care of you. I’ll pick up some medicine, prepare a soup and run you a bath. 

How does that sound ?”

“ Perfect. But as soon as you bathe with me.”

“ Deal”

“ Thank you babe”

“ Anytime. In sickness and in health remember ?”

Shock was readable on my face.

“ I don’t remember marrying you”

“ Soon.” He said with a wink before disappearing God knows where.

He’ll be the death of me. How can he say such a thing and leave? I thought to myself.

I stood up waiting for him and for the coughing fit to end. I saw a shirtless Jadon coming with a glass of water.

“Here you go. It’s for fever and what you have. I asked my mom about it.”

“ I think I might have more fever.”

“ Why?” He already had his hand on my forehead to check, but me, on the other hand, was watching intensely his tattooed arms and exposed chest.

He saw my look and laughed.

“ I’ll let you alone in the bathroom then”

“ Don’t you dare !"

He picked me up, still laughing at my delirious state, but what could I do ? I was still amazed to call this man mine. 

“ Thank you for taking care of me J. I love you”

“ I love you angel”.He responded, holding me tight against him.

It was only a few days after that I woke up to a stifling noise. I looked at a poorly Jadon. 

“ I told you not to kiss me !”

“ Couldn’t resist.”

“ Now it's my turn to take care of you.”

[azulera]

We Go Together

Pairing: Jadon Sancho x Black Reader

Summary: Jadon wants everyone to know he’s yours.

Notes: don’t know where this one came from really bt i literally gave myself b*tterflies while writing it … it was so fun and i think its so so cute. also helloo to the JS25 girlies how are you :) hope u enjoy :)

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“This is so random, but, I can’t lie. I hate braids. Like, on girls.”

Jadon looked at Reiss from the side of his eye, barely lifting his head from the back of the couch. Maybe they’d been vegetating on the chocolate-colored sectional too long, the blue light exposure from watching TikTok after TikTok finally getting to his friend’s head. It had to be that.

“What, bro?”

“They’re childish, brother, look.” Reiss leaned over, showing Jadon a clip of a girl being spun in a salon chair, with bright blue box braids trailing down the cape around her back. Reiss sucked his teeth twice before the video even ended. “It’s a little kid’s hairstyle, like primary school plaits. I do not rate them.”

Jadon laughed in a loud burst of sound, and shook his head at his friend’s wild take. Reiss’ complaining had triggered an image in his mind that easily refuted each of the critiques he brought up. He pushed the phone away from his face.

“Nah, you’re tripping. Braids are fire. Especially with the little baby hairs out, slicked down and that.”

“Noo, bro, the baby hairs get so extra!” Reiss rocked in his seat. “It’s gotta go, the whole style’s dead.”

“Maybe on gyal you see, but my girl, her things different. I’m telling you.”

“Oh my days– you almost did it, you know? You almost made it ten whole minutes without mentioning Y/N. It’s been 2 years, bro, we get it, you’re locked down, it’s cute, whatever.”

Jadon shrugged, a smile on his lips that he didn’t care to hide.

“I’m jus sayin.”

Reiss laughed, and switched subjects to show him another TikTok he thought was hilarious, but the picture in Jadon’s mind that his friend had summoned was too strong to ignore now, the warm feeling in his chest too sweet to pass by quickly. He half-listened while Reiss explained the meaning behind the joke, and scrolled to your Instagram profile. He went back a few weeks to spring break photos where you were sea-side in a flowy linen outfit with waist length braids falling over your shoulders, caught in the ocean wind. A minute later, he’d reposted the photo to his story, with a caption below.

“I love box braids. 😍 And my girl 😍”

He smiled again when it published, his thousands of followers viewing the image and leaving a flurry of cherry red hearts rising in the corner of the screen. Reiss, realizing he was no longer being listened to, peeked over Jadon’s shoulder, and rolled his eyes.

“You are such a simp, bro. I would banter you more if I wasn’t a little bit jealous.”

“Don’t worry, brother, it’ll happen for you one day. When you stop hating on girls’ hairstyles, I bet. Saying braids are dead, nah, you’re mad.”

Reiss shoved against his shoulder, but quickly slipped back down his internet rabbit hole, and a text came into Jadon’s phone.

Y/N: not u reposting my old pics lol you were lurking?

Jadon: No Jadon: Actually yeah Jadon: Reiss was trashing braids and i had to set him str8 Jadon: Can you come by?

Y/N: you 2 are mad i swear Y/N: and i thought u and him had plans after the match?

Jadon: Nah the braid comment was too much Jadon: I wanna see you

Y/N: yeah thats poor from him. i can be there in an hour :) Y/N: and i just got fresh braids done yesterday, i forgot to tell you lol

Jadon: 😍

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“What’s your middle name then? William? Zachary?”

The question registered only faintly in Jadon’s headset, all his focus instead zeroed in on the pixelated movements of his starting XI as they ran alongside Marcus’ XI. The teams were so well-matched that every possession was a battle, and the 85th minute found them in a deadlock with one goal each. It wasn’t quite the time for casual conversation.

“My middle name? What do you mean? No-no-no-no!”

One of his center backs made a sloppy pass, and a pressing forward had intercepted it. Thankfully, the keeper recovered and the score remained 1-1.

“Stop trying to distract me, bro! It won’t work.”

“M’not, I swear! It’s just the letter there on your bracelet. It’s catching the light and I can see it through the screen. And it’s not J or S, so.”

Jadon looked down at his wrist for a moment, at the thin gold chain draped along the left one with a capital letter and small, earth figure hanging in the center. Marcus was right – the jewelry did shine in the light coming in through the window and glowing from the computer monitor, and the sight twitched the sides of his mouth.

“It’s not my middle name, it’s for–wait, wait–”

Jadon paused the game and Marcus cursed over the headset. Still, he went on unbothered, more than happy to provide context around the question his teammate had innocently or not so innocently posed.

“So the letter, that’s for my girlfriend's name. She bought it for me for my birthday, couple years back. It’s nice, innit.” The grin that had started as a twitch now stretched across his mouth. “And the little earth thing is like, it’s like a reminder. That when I’m away, different country, different city, whatever. She’s always with me.”

Marcus smiled at him over the monitor, shaking his head even as his fingers itched to get back to the match.

“Aw look at you, Sanch, big softie. It’s too bad your missus ain’t here now though, to save you gettin whooped in FIFA.”

“No, you’re lucky she’s not here, really, cause I’d have been on a hattrick. It’s a miracle you’re even gettin a sniff, bro.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, stop chatting then and press play. Five more minutes and then we’ll see.”

Jadon resumed the game and leaned forward in his chair, his thumbs flying over the buttons. When his team paused for a corner minutes later, thoughts of you, which had been simmering under the surface ever since Marcus’ inadvertently brought you up, flashed through his mind. It was hard when he was in Manchester, and you were in London, but the little spiel he’d given his teammate reminded him, just as the bracelet did, that if the two of you could ever be considered “apart” it was only ever in a physical sense, never an emotional one. There was nothing that could separate him from you as far as he was concerned, unless he were to tear his own heart out of his chest or something equally dramatic. He decided instead to raise his hand to his mouth, pressing the letter charm softly to his lips. It was your name he whispered against the gold, uncaring if Marcus could hear, as he sent the cross flying towards the box.

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“Can I help you find something, sir?”

The salesgirl rested a hand on his forearm as she asked, and Jadon flinched at the touch. He’d been in the shoe store for a few minutes already and no one had noticed him yet, but the intensity of her look told him he’d been recognized. She was suddenly stood so close some of the hair from her ponytail brushed against his shoulder, and he could see the dark clumps in her heavy lashes. Her fingers were cold.

“Yeah, actually,” He stepped away from her while he talked, letting her hand drop. “I’m looking for a pair of those, uh, ugg slippers, slides, the ones with the fur. Do you have those?”

“I believe we do!” She flashed him a smile that lasted too long to be comfortable, and then turned slowly on her heel. “Follow me.”

They walked to the winter footwear section and she lead the way, walking slower and swinging her hips more than was necessary for the 30-second trip. Her performance, however, was lost on Jadon, who had opened up his phone to read his most recent text thread.

Jadon: Baby pick a color, it’s important

Y/N: for what?

Jadon: Don’t worry about it just pick Jadon: Red, blue, black or brown

Y/N: don’t even know what i’m choosing 😳 Y/N: but i’ll say red, it’s our fave

Jadon: 👍🏽

They’d come upon the display of slip-ons, and the girl swept an arm over them, slipping back into a sales monologue about their current popularity with customers, and how the fur-lined interior was more comfortable than any other ugg shoe she’d tried. He thought her boss must be somewhere around, but noticed there was no one near them.

“Do you have the red ones in an 8? And also a 5.5.?”

“Let’s just see!” She bent at the waist, searching the rack of boxes for the numbers he’d requested and making little noises of exertion all the while. Jadon’s eyes were still on his phone, searching for the notes app entry where he’d saved your clothing and footwear sizes and preferences years ago.

“Ooh, I’m sorry, sir, it looks like we only have the red ones in a size 8 and up. Are you sure you need the 5.5?”

She’d moved down into a squat, and now looked up at him through her lashes, biting on her lip. Her eyelids fluttered like there was something stuck on them.

“Yeah, I gotta have them. One second, please.”

Jadon: Pick another color, sorry Jadon: show you why in a bit

He looked up from his phone, waiting on your reply, and found the girl staring back at him. She took his returned gaze as some sort of invitation.

“You know, we sometimes have more stock in the back, extras that don’t make it on the shelves. We could go take a look together, if you want? The door has a lock on it.”

Jadon’s eyebrows flew into his hairline. He looked around the store bewildered, at a temporary loss for words, because all he could think to say was “Don’t you see my girl standing here?” and regrettably you weren’t. He couldn’t believe that anyone could look at him and not see that he was yours.

“Woah, no – absolutely not–” He stepped away from the girl for the second time, putting his hands up between them to maintain the distance. “I’ve got a girl, still.”

“And? I’ve got a man, too. But you’re Jadon Sancho.” She blinked her lashes harder, looking at him again with a challenge in her eyes that he wanted no parts of. Now, he wished he’d said “no” when she’d asked to help him.

“Nah, you have lost it.” Jadon laughed shakily, still in disbelief that she was propositioning him so boldly when he had your name written right there on his forehead. Or at least that’s how it felt. He shook his head and walked to the furthest part of the shelf where the brown colorways were kept, keeping a wide distance from her crouching frame.

“I’ll find them myself, yeah, thank you.”

The girl made a frustrated noise that he would’ve had to strain to hear, before she stood, her eyes still focused on him. She paused a moment, and with a shrug, took off to another part of the store.

Jadon breathed a sigh of relief. Just after, his phone buzzed with your response and it was just as he imagined.

Y/N: brown, then. it looks good on both our skin (whatever it is)

His smile returned.

At the register, he snapped a photo of the two stacked boxes just before they were bagged up and pressed send.

Jadon: Early bday present for u ❤️ Got a pair too cus I wanted us to match

Y/N: 😁 omg! thank u babey Y/N: that’s so sweet Y/N: i didn’t think you fancied them tho

Jadon: ❤️❤️❤️ Jadon: Yeah they look bare comfortable Jadon: And i need people to know we go together when we go out 😭 u don’t kno what i go thru

Y/N: ugh ur so brave, going out in public for me Y/N: thank u for ur sacrifice

Jadon: my **pleasure, innit ❤️

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“That’s what you’re wearing? You're sure?”

Jadon continued primping himself in the mirror beside you, flattening the crease in his jeans, and fitting clear glasses onto his face. Lastly, slowly, he dragged his palms down the lines of his shirt, and turned to admire the details on its back.

“Of course I am, what you mean? Got it customized and everything, just for your special day, didn’t I?”

The shirt was jersey material and a bright lilac purple with two grey stripes down the front, but the other side was what had made your breath catch when he’d pulled it out of his bag. Y/N’S BOYFRIEND it read, in sparkly block letters across the back.

“I love it! I love it so much. I love you! Come here.” was all you managed at first, through rapid kisses to his lips, cheeks, and neck, but now that the shock had passed the meaningfulness of the gesture began to set in. You hugged him from behind then, feeling the prickle of the glittery letters against your chest through your robe. The love and appreciation you felt was overwhelming.

“How’d you know I’d wear purple, too?” You murmured into his back.

“Cause I just know.” He answered, looking extremely proud of himself. His hands curled around yours as they travelled up his chest, bringing the left one up to his mouth for a kiss.

“You'll make me cry, you know. Ruin my make-up.”

“Nah, none of that. Go on, finish gettin ready.” He squeezed your butt gently. “They’ll have shut the lights off already, and I need everyone to see.”

Now, inside the small party being held in your honor you were convinced the shirt looked even better, shimmering under the flashing dance-floor lights and complimenting his tanned skin. Together with your lavender shirt-skirt set you looked like brown-skinned Barbie and Ken, like two halves of the same whole, and knowing so made your “birthday girl” glow increase tenfold.

Through the night you floated between groups of friends and acquaintainces, trading memories, laughing hard, and saying thank you for the thoughtful gifts and warm messages given from those who’d come to celebrate. Jadon stayed by your side without fail, clocking the eyes on his garment as he passed, and it seemed the the edges of his smile extended each time there was a whisper of “Aww” or a gasp of surprise. Every now and then he would drop your hand, letting you stray a little ahead of him before wrapping an arm around your waist or joining hands again, so that anyone who hadn’t seen the first time knew exactly who “Y/N” was. When you realized what he was doing, it first made you laugh, then feel warm, and then drag him onto the dance floor so you could pull your bodies close.

“I’m not gassin it, am I?” He asked into your ear, hands carefully pressing your back to his chest. “I’ll go chill, let you dance with your friends.”

“Nah, you’re exactly where I want you.” You leaned your head back onto his shoulder for a moment, closing your eyes, feeling the gentleness of his hands on your waist, of his voice in your ear. Remembering how it was your name on his back for all these friends and strangers in the party to see. The music bumped and your bodies’ continued swaying to it.

“I’m happy you’re here, baby. And I can’t stop thinking about your shirt.” You let out more of the happy giggling that had characterized the night. “It’s my favorite gift so far.”

He shrugged, and you felt the movement against your back.

“I’ve been out the city for a while, innit. Just want to make sure people know what it is, that they ain’t forgot.”

“Do you think I don’t do that?” Your body stilled between his arms. “Is that why you’re on about it so much?”

“No, I don’t think that.” He guided your waist to keep moving again, making a lazy circle in time to the beat. “But I gotta make sure. You know that with me people always got something to say, innit. Always speculation, rumors and that. So I do what I can to make sure there ain’t no questions, about us, I mean. Cause there ain’t.”

“Well, I don’t think nobody’s gonna get confused after tonight. You couldn’t have made it any more clear.”

Jadon only laughed, his actions tonight already saying far more than a million words could. He ducked his head down into your neck for two, three warm kisses, squeezing at your hip, and his soft lips on your skin made you shiver.

You turned in his arms towards him, wrapping yours around his neck.

“It makes me feel so good, though, that. That you’re so proud to be with me. Makes me feel very lucky, and special, very in love with you.”

“You are special.” His lips twitched, fighting a smile, and you scratched one hand into the hair at the back of his neck. ”You’re everything. And you’ve held me down for so long, baby, there ain’t even nobody else to think about. It’s just you, innit.”

“I love you” you spoke, a smile breaking across your features, leaning against him, cradling his face, parting his lips in a gesture that said mine. He returned the kiss and the three words in one breath, his heart thumping, and the only thought in his head a repeat chorus of yours yours yours.