#jadon sancho x you

[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.

[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.

[holymountdias]

Love triangle pt. 1

Erling Haaland x (fem)reader, (mention of 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 be just a game for you or become more than friends?

Word count: 3.7k

Notes: angst, smut, fluff

PARTS: 1.0 2.0 3.0

You were lazily laying on your bed along with your best friend, both scrolling through your phones with no words being exchanged as you were too bored and had nothing really to talk about. The past month was only filled with stress and bad mentality as uni and life was challenging you to the fullest with the only interesting part of the day being when you were going to sleep or eat. You had no energy to go out hence why you were currently laying around on a Friday night at your house, instead of being somewhere outside “enjoying life”.

“i swear to God if i see another story of someone from our class at the club, i’m gonna go insane” you kept listening to her complaints the past hour and you only hummed uninterested in response not really taking her seriously.

You sense her eyes on you after that but you still give no reaction to it, until you feel her move around on the mattress and the next thing you know your phone disappears from your hands. You turn your head to the side to glance at your friend annoyingly only to meet with an ironic grin.

"We need to go out” she suddenly blurts out and you groan out in frustration

“ i don’t want tooo, i look and feel like shit can’t we just stay in?’’ you whine out in protest as you move to lay on your side down before closing your eyes as well.

“Noway i’m going to let you sulk in your room for the millionth time this month; besides if i remember correctly you have already been invited to some fancy ass party’’ she responds, while emphasizing the last part with a different tone.

“Its just Jadon’s birthday he won’t judge me if i don’t make an appearance and i’m pretty sure he just asked me cause he is friends with my brother and just wanted to be polite’’

“oh shut up as if he hasn’t been texting you since you two met’’ she says, making you huff out.

To be truly honest you would also like to believe your friend’s little romance scenario as well, since Jadon Sancho was one of the few people in the football field that stood out to you after meeting them.

You were introduced to him through your brother, the infamous Mason Mount, after a football match since they were both playing for the England team at that time.

You soon found yourself spending like an hour with the both of you leaning against the wall in a random corridor inside the stadium building, throwing jokes and opening up about your lives.

You ended up exchanging numbers and socials and from then on you would text each other from time to time. You didn’t know what to expect from him, after all he was a football player with a busy schedule and quite the following when it came to girls, so you just never took anything seriously that came from him; not the teasing, not the random compliments when you posted a story on your ig, not the time he asked you to hang out that you might or might not rejected cause you were scared that he just wanted you for sex; quite the frequent habit for all the footballers but you weren’t up for that. Not after what happened with him. So in other words even if he indeed was interested in you at first he couldn’t still be after all this time, right?

“If you met him too you would know he is friendly to everyone” you open your eyes to look at her seriously and she just smiles devilishly at you.

“Well if it won’t be about Jadon tonight, i’m sure Erling will be, he will be there right??” she asks persistently.

“probably…”

“Perfect” she speaks loudly and gets off the bed quickly heading towards your closet.

“Y/F/N NO’’ you try to protest but with no results as she looks determined to get you ready for the party tonight.

“ok so dress or skirt?”

You sit up in your bed before brushing your hand through your hair in frustration. 

“I seriously don’t want to see him.”

“fuck….faster..”

He started thrusting in faster at once as his grip around your hips tightened, almost making it hurt. The combination of pain and pleasure made your pussy pulse around him and you heard him let out a groan in reaction.

You kept moving your hands in front of you on top of the vanity as if you were trying to get away; your mind was driven by the ecstasy while your eyes were closed and your mouth slightly open as quite whimpers kept escaping from you.

Suddenly you felt his upper front being pressed against your back as he leant his face down, resting it beside your face, his mouth touching your ear while his breaths brushed against it.

“Look at the mirror baby”

You obeyed to his words and first thing you saw is his darken gaze on you, how he eyed you like a starved animal and you were his prey. His thrusts slowed down but you felt his whole body moving against your body in such way that he somehow hit deeper inside you. You were so turned on, that your whimpers became loud moans but were quickly muffled by Erling’s hand as he covered your mouth with it.

“shut up”

Your lower back arched as you felt his other hand grabbing your ass and then spanking it a few times, his face once again turned towards your face, close to your ear as he kept talking dirty to you.

“do you want to get us caught baby? do you want all the people in the house to come and see what a slut you are for me? how much you love my cock and fuck you with it? hmm?”

His voice was driving you wild, making you tilt your head from the back to the side, your eyes closed once again, as he traced his mouth lower towards your neck, slightly sucking on it.

You could sense your climax nearing but he already knew that by how much your walls were tightening around him so he moved his hand around you, placing his long fingers on top of your clit as he started playing with it while his thrusts turned into pounding.

“Cum for me baby” 

Your body automatically started shaking from your intense orgasm but he kept holding you close to his body til you were calm again but right afterwards his own orgasm started coming through, since your climax triggered his too.

You knew this man for a about 5 months and he somehow managed to have you wrapped up around him with his generous, charming and affectionate character and of course his handsome looks.

Damn everybody could see how much different he was compared to all those snobbish and stuck up footballers and you admired that for him. You first met him at a club where your dearest brother held a party for his birthday celebration and couldn’t you have thanked him enough.

You kept throwing glances at each other from afar but none of you actually came up to introduce yourselves until it was time for you to leave but your ride had ditched you up for someone else and what more perfect time for him to appear like your prince, offering you a safe ride home.

Now in a normal occasion you wouldn’t accept because obviously, stranger danger, but you were slightly drunk and your mind was driven with interest to get to know this man. So you did and it was great and you thought that you would never regret it til you did…Long story short after the ride he asked for your number to your surprise and you did give him it.

There was so much attraction between you two that quickly turned into sexual tension and soon enough you would both be testing it out. You never really discussed about labels but he treated you in such a way that he made it seem as if he was serious.

He took you out on dates, gave you his flannel, invited you to his matches to watch him playing, he would take care of you in every way possible. And of course everything in secret from the public and your brother and everyone else from your inside circle.

Basically you were the only ones who knew. So here you were at your brother’s house that he held a party at and you were fucking in one of his bathrooms behind everyone’s back. And everything was perfect or so you thought..

He slowly pulled out of you but the motion still managed to take your breath away for a second as you adapted back to the emptiness inside you.

You turned around to stand against the vanity with your hands behind your back, to watch him as he cleaned himself up and discharged the condom away.

Right when he was done, he turned to look at you with a small grin on his face, before he came to stand right in front you, bending his body towards you with his hands gripping the counter behind, cornering you in between them.

“Hopefully nobody heard you or else i’m gonna have to deal with your brother”, he joked and you rolled your eyes; the corners of your mouth turning up.

“First of all there is a whole party going downstairs and secondly i wasn’t that loud Haaland”

“Is that so baby?”He whispered after he leaned closer above your face.

Your height difference had you tilting your head slightly backwards to look at him straight through his blue eyes with as much confidence as you could master up without getting flustered like a high school girl.

“Yes” you slowly muttered with your gaze fixed on his as if you were put under a spell, your pupils were dilated as you were filled in with lust once again and he loved it.

No matter how many times he would ruin you, you would still come back for more and couldn’t he be more happy to comply to your wish.

He shifted his hand right under your chin and raised your face towards his, your lips were so close that were almost brushing, but never touching and to your frustration that’s where he paused.

He just continued to observe you, looking at every little detail on your face, from your wet lips, to your rosy cheeks, to your sparkling eyes, to your messy hair. There was not a single thing he disliked on you, in fact he could see himself being with you in the feature as well but right now he knew the truth and the truth hurt.

His face frowned slightly for a mile second and that got you intrigued in what he possibly could be thinking.“What?” you questioned quietly snapping him out of his train of thoughts.

He just shook his head instead initiating that it was nothing, but before you could ask him again he closed the gap between you, pecking your lips gently as the palm of his hand cupped the side of your face.

“We should go” he muttered after a minute, shaking you out of your zone and you pouted in a teasing way in your effort to get him to change his mind. You had been in this bathroom for about half an hour and you knew that he was right, if you wanted to keep people out of suspicion, but it was getting hard for you sometimes to keep acting like strangers.

A corner of his mouth lifted as he reacted with amusement to your childlike way to convince him otherwise, but he just pecked your lips one last time before he started getting ready to leave and that seems like that was your answer.

A sigh of disappointment escaped you which gained you a chuckle from him but nonetheless you slowly started dressing back up ass well.

Just before he could open the door to go, your words stopped him in his tracks.

“When do you think we can tell the others?” he shifted around to look at you as you spoke again “You know…about us?” you stared at him; your eyes burning with both hope and anxiety for what his response was gonna be.

“Look i think we should keep it low for a little while more” you instantly felt your chest falling to your stomach, as your hopes crashed to the ground, your brows furrowed while sadness overcame you.

Instantly bad thoughts started filling in your mind like, was he not feeling the same? did he intend to have you hidden until he grew tired of you? were you just a plaything for him after all? His form standing right in front you had you snapped out of your thoughts; he picked up your face by the chin to make you look at him.

“Hey, stop thinking too much about it, i just- i just have a lot on my plate..with the team right now and bringing you to the public won’t be very helpful for me, like people are gonna start attacking you and then there is Mason, its juts not..easy right now.”

You nodded repeatedly as you tried to look understanding to what he told you while you forced your face to relax from your previous sad expression.

“No i get it, its a whole process and i can’t give you that kind of pressure right now.” You assured him and he just smiled at you affectionately. “You are not giving me any pressure baby, we are in this together alright?” you hummed in response and after he gave you a soft kiss on the cheek, he finally exited the room.

Once the door was closed you let out a sight of disappointment but also regret before brushing your fingers through your hair and taking a sit on the side of the bathtub, hanging your head low; your mind deep in thought once again.

On one side what he said made sense like your situation was not as easy and that could also be because of who your brother was but at the same time you couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that he didn’t want to take the next step and regret for even asking him for it in the first place. The last thing you wanted was to keep him out of focus from his job.

“Look i know what happened, but it needs to stop affecting you whenever you see him. Especially when there will always be a chance of you two coming across each other because of your brother.

So..” she picks up a satin dress from the hangers of your closet and shows it off to you, initiating for you to take it. “dress up girlie.”

No matter how much you wanted to protect your own feelings you know she is right and it is probably about time for you to move on, so what better sweet time to do it. You drag yourself clumsily from the bed and after your best friend gives you a heads up you take the dress from her to start preparing.

After you left the bathroom, you found yourself chatting with some girls from the party, including some football player’s girlfriends and although you didn’t know all of them, you were having fun. At some point you wanted to get a new drink so after excusing yourself from the group you headed towards the kitchen.

Before you were to go inside, you heard loud voices and laughter coming from the room, among some you could recognise, like Jack’s, Phill’s, John’s or Rice’s and some other guys, but you couldn’t tell who they were. The kitchen was a bit further from where the party and the loud music was taking place so the voices were clearer in this area of the house.

There was one voice in specific that made you want to stay behind and continue listening to what was being said in the room.

“Hey Haaland that was a long bathroom break dude” you heard someone say, as the rest of the group started laughing while he just shook his head in annoyance.

“Drop the act, what’s her name” the same voice asked causing the others to start questioning.

“I don’t know what you are talking about” Erling tried to deny but they all mocked his answer, knowing well that he was lying.

“Man, i saw you the other day with some blondie, was that her?” you heard Phill this time.

“No” he bluntly responded, but they started protesting for his lack of information.

“Drop the name man who is it?” Declan asks and all the guys around started agreeing.

“It’s no one, just a random one i met some time ago” he finally reveals, making the rest of the circle become loud with excitement once again.

“It’s nothing serious, we are just fucking” he quickly interrupts them, hoping that that will shut their noisy asses up but it wasn’t the case.

“Does she know about the other chick’s you have been fucking behind her back?” you hear Jack ask him and the room fills in with loud laughter once again.

“Not really”, he replied and the guys went wild.

“Yoo dude is it even serious like, are you going to tell her or?”

“Look i told you its nothing fucking serious, i’m just fucking with her for a little while and i move on, that’s it”, “I wouldn’t even care less if she found about the others, i can replace her anytime” he adds, making the group laugh out again.

You had heard enough.

You pushed the door open and entered the kitchen as the room soon went silent to see who it was.

“Hey Y/n” Declan was the first one to greet you and you greeted them all back with a plastered smile on your face, while avoiding the eyes of a particular person.

“What did i interrupt you guys from?” You asked them cheerfully as you headed towards the fridge to grab yourself another drink.

“Nothing we were just talking” someone spoke up and you leaned against the kitchen counter with your drink in your hand.

“Ohh i get it, hooks up of the week” you said with a small giggle and they agreed.

“Hey y/n did you perhaps catch a glimpse of a girl Erling was in the bathroom with, about an hour ago. He was locked up there for like half an hour and the guy tried to convince us that he was by himself.” Phill interjected this time and you looked at him with a knowing grin on your face, “no way, who was it?” Declan asked but you just shook your head slightly.

“Look guys, its not my place to say, but maybe Erling here, doesn’t want to share the name cause he forgot which one of his chicks was it.” your answer made Erling tense up more as he kept burning holes on you with his gaze the whole time you have been in the room. “Isn’t that right Haaland?” you ended up shifting your attention on him all of a sudden.

“Not the important one’s” he answered as the whole room burst in laughter,

“What are you saying dude, you literally admitted that she was just a plaything” Jack adds in the conversation making you grin lowkey sadly as you lowered your head for a second, but thankfully no one noticed.

“Oh how comforting it must be for her to at least remember her name then huh?” you spoke ironically; your words tasted like venom and he knew that cause they were directed towards him.

“Anyway guys, i gotta get back to my group, sorry that i couldn’t help you identify Haaland’s 4th chick of the week.” you joked once again but you knew that all jokes were on you in the end cause you were the one they were looking for, your were his plaything of the week or better say for the last five months, along with some other playthings of course, but for Haaland that was not worth being mentioned.

After you left the room you heard your name being called and you could tell it was him but you neither had anything more to say or even had the energy to talk to him for the rest of the night, especially when you were supposed to be celebrating your brothers birthday party.

“Y/N WAIT” you heard him yelling before he finally caught up with you and stopping you from walking any further, grabbing you by the arm and you turned your body around to look at him.

“Look i was going to tell you-”

“Oh really? i thought you wouldn’t care if i found out since you can replace me anytime” you cut him off by repeating his own words back in the kitchen, and he seemed to get more frustrated with the situation.

“No you don’t get it, i really lik-” before he can finish his sentence he got interrupted by people singing the birthday song and you both turn your heads to glance back in the main room where all the guests were gathered around a huge cake and your brother standing in the middle.

The sound was so much louder since you were closer to the party area now, making you frustrated as well. Nevertheless that was your signal to end this, cause you had more important things.

“It’s too late for that shit Erling, we are done, no buts” you finally said and you made a move to leave but he caught you again forcing you to look at him with pure anger in your eyes.

“I can fix this, give me another chance” he slowly says while the intimacy in his eyes burned into yours; when he grabbed you for the second time, he had managed to pull your body so close to his that even your faces were only a few centimetres apart.

“Have fun with your side chicks Haaland” you slowly muttered before looking at him one last time and after getting your hand out of his grip you hurriedly headed towards the celebration.

Your eyes were glistened as tears threatened to spill but you were quick to angrily wipe the corners of your eyes and hold yourself back from breaking down in front of a bunch of people. The only thought that clouded your mind was

How could you be so stupid?

[cashoutalbi]

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▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ❝#oh, delivery boy!❞ (1/3)

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pt.1 , pt.2

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© cashoutalbi 2024 , dont steal my shit

[yudgefudge]

why do I search jadon sancho on this site and it's just mason and jude x readers with jadon inexplicably tagged in them you people are abnormal

[leviscolwill]

drive me crazy ! (smau)

pairing: bsf!mason mount x reader (+ minimal jadon sancho x reader)

summary: you and mason are just friends, he's just not into sharing you with his teammates ! (face claim: jorja douglas)

note: forgive me for this contains profanities and suggestiveness 😞✋

now playing drive ME crazy ! by lil yachty...

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user92 fittest girl around

masonmount your antisocial ass should've done that a long time ago

yn.jpg i don't need to start any conversation when you're being sociable enough for the two of us 😇

sanchooo10 idk it seems you can hold a conversation pretty well to me

yn.jpg it's all chatgpt's work

sanchooo10 that's what i thought

masonmount

what's going on ?

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wdym

masonmount

jadon ?

really ?

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what you asking for tho 🤨🤨

there's nothing going onnnn

yet 🤭

masonmount

shut up.

you said you'd never date a footballer

or am i the only one getting this treatment 😞

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stop spreading misinformation ‼️

i'm not dating him

masonmount

if you wanted to fuck a footballer you should've just asked me smh

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are you saying i'm ran through sir ?

bold coming from you

he's the one who dmed me anyways 🙄

and you wouldn't have given me his number

gatekeeper

masonmount

yeah ur right

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masonmount you really ditched me for this guy ? [this comment has been deleted by its author]

sanchooo10 ur unreal

sanchooo10 u can be my passenger princess anytime you want 🫶

masonmount i'm still her favourite driver bro 😹😹 [this comment has been deleted by its author]

masonmount beautiful ��️

yn.jpg thank you my masey mase 🫶🫶

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masonmount καλωσήρθατε (welcome)

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madders okay slim shady

yn.jpg do blondes really have more fun ?

masonmount not when you're here

yn.jpg stop lying you're so happy i came here

masonmount you what here 😧

yn.jpg who dyed your hair ?? she did such a good job 😻

masonmount idk but she kept hitting on me i think i'm gna block her

yn.jpg and i think you're delusional

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sanchooo10 very hot indeed

yn.jpg thank uuu

masonmount more delusional than me [this comment has been deleted by its author]

masonmount i am no better than a man 😞

yn.jpg idk how to tell u this...

masonmount i look so good on this pic

yn.jpg i should have thrown you off the ship when i had the opportunity 😪

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declanrice finally

judebellingham finally

benchilwell finally

ur.bsf finally

ur.bsf took you long enough 🙄

masonmount took ME long enough ?????

yn.jpg i thought i was gna get my driver's license before it happened ngl

masonmount @yn.jpg AND WHOSE FAULT IS THAT HUH ?

yn.jpg always keep your football playing best friends close 🤩����

masonmount acting like you didn't reject me a hundred times over 10 years

yn.jpg i'm not sure that's something u wanna say on beyonce's internet bae

yn.jpg oh how much i love you

masonmount idk i thought you liked a certain someone more than me tho

yn.jpg that's cause jealousy looks good on you 🤭

[bl00dst41ned]

Can you do jobe × a model or actrice

Bye ly

Have a nice day 💋

*.·:·.✦ internet sensation ✦.·:·.*

pairing: jobe bellingham x actress reader

summary: in which two people from two different worlds seem to be the next it couple

author's note: requested, most likely doing a part 2 to this. also did not proofread so yeah sorry

face claim: anais lee

word count: 717

Newest movie star Y/N L/N is said to attend Pharell’s Louis Vuitton Show tonight

You walked where the paparazzis were, flashes immediately blinding you as you tried to keep your eyes open and a smile on your face. Once your time was done, you walked off to the interviewers on the side.

“Y/N L/N, you’ve been on top of the world ever since the release of your newest movie, how does it feel to be here?” The interviewer asked.

“I feel perfect, it’s my first fashion show so I’m really excited about it”

“We have seen some fellow English celebrities, mostly football players”

“Really ?! Oh, I’ve never met them before, this might be the occasion”

You finished the interview, going to find your seat. You ended up around many celebrities that you had only seen on your phone, making you nervous. Your eyes met with Jadon Sancho. You two spoke before on Instagram, following your movie came out. You waved a bit awkwardly as he motioned for you to come. You did so, not wanting to be alone around all these people.

“Hello, guys” You greeted the group of people he was with as you side-hugged Jadon.

He introduced you to some of his teammates, Marcus, Trent, Jude and his brother Jobe who was a bit more silent. He stood on your right, hands in his pockets listening to his friends’ conversation.

Now was the time you all had to go to your seats. You looked for a few minutes not knowing at all where to go.

“Come, you’re next to me” You heard a deep voice behind you as you turned around only to be met with Jobe.

You followed close behind him zigzagging through the people. Once you got to your seats, he let you in front to sit down before taking the seat behind his brother.

During the entirety of the show, your legs, which were crossed came in contact with Jobe’s right leg, not bothering either one of you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It was now the show’s after-party where you met some of the biggest stars in the world.

“I loved your performance, you’re undeniably talented” Zendaya spoke to you making you extremely proud. “Stay as you are  and I know you’ll make it far”

You almost wanted to cry hearing these words come out of your idol’s mouth.

“Thank you so much, this means the world to me” You thanked trying to keep your composure in front of her.

You and Zendaya hugged each other before you left to go back with the boys, Jobe in particular. You got to know each other more after the show, realizing you shared common interests.

“I see you meeting with big names” He teased with a smirk on his face. “Rihanna now Zendaya”

“Stop I tried so hard not to scream and cry”

“Nah but you deserved it, the film was elite” Jobe complimented your film as you looked at him surprised.

“You watched it?”

“Course, film of the year, I’m not missing that”

You two went on to talk for some time until it was time for you to go. You greeted all the boys finishing with Jobe.

“It was nice meeting you, Jobe, I hope I’ll see you again”

“Of course we’ll meet” He put his hand over your shoulders holding him close to him. “Hey, give me your number so we can talk”

“Talk huh ?!” Jude chimed in the conversation, grinning at his younger sibling.

He immediately caught on to his game, compared to you who was oblivious. Jobe sent him the harshest death glare, making Jude quietly laugh trying to be discreet.

You took his phone, typed your number and called yourself to have his.

“Here, see you Jobe”

“See you Y/N”

Young actress Y/N L/N and football player Jobe Bellingham seen entering together at the LV Show After Party

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[i4bellingham]

(happy) birthday : jude bellingham x reader (angst)

synopsis: jude’s birthday party wasn’t the same. it will never be the same.

warning: a misleading concept, proceed and read with utmost caution. mentions (implications) of an accident, passing

note: rainy season brings the angst in me so here we are. this is a revised fic that i did for enhypen’s jungwon in my previous wattpad account that i wrote last 2021 (i think??) just in case someone recognizes the plot lol

The craft paper that held the bouquet of flowers was nearly crumpled, snug against Jude’s palm and he placed it beside him on the ground before he can further cause any damage to the floras.

He leaned on the trunk with a sheepish smile when you jokingly frowned at him as he stared ahead.

A timid sigh left his lips before he cradled a box on his lap. It was a gift from one of his teammates in England’s national football team. You've met him a couple of times, Jude thinks. Mason Mount was his name.

You've missed a plenty of party where he normally asks you to be his plus one. Unfortunately, he couldn't exactly do that now.

You're far away. So far away from home.

But Jude would still come over and visit, every thrice a year he would. And you're grateful. Very grateful.

“How was the party?” You asked him, leaning on his shoulders.

Jude feels a breeze of air brush past his neck, and he smiles, a pained one but he smiled regardless.

“The party was an absolute blast. Could never really expect anything less from the guys you know?” He replied. “It was fun. I had fun.”

You hummed, nodding your head to his words as he began fiddling with the ring on his finger.

“They had my brother smash a cake on my face the moment I stepped foot inside the house.” Jude shook his head, an amused laugh leaving his lips as he recalled being bombed by the vanilla frosting of his cake after he locked his door. “They also had these atrocious balloons with my meme faces printed on it. It was such a horrifying sight if I'm being quite honest.”

Jude looked to his side as you remained leaning on him, a soft smile gracing his lips as he recalls yet another monstrosity in his supposed birthday party.

“I don’t know who thought it was a good idea to do a bamboozled theme cupcakes but that was not it. Quite disgusting if I'm bein’ honest with you but no one really did stepped up to own up to that but it was fine.” He pursed his lips with a chuckle. “Jadon was the unlucky one for always picking out the bamboozled flavors though, nearly threw up in the carpet when he got the rotten egg instead of the vanilla flavored cupcakes.”

You laughed alongside him, imagining the reaction Sancho probably had knowing he can be a tad bit dramatic especially when the situation calls for it. But a rotten egg flavored cupcake? You nearly heaved dry air imagining what it might have tasted like.

Silence then prevailed as Jude got lost in his own thoughts and you silently observed your best friend as he stared right ahead of him. A somber expression took over the youthful and joyful glow in his eyes, the smile he had long vanished into a tight-lipped expression to mask the pain and sadness he was feeling.

“I miss you.” He muttered, fingers tugging on the small plants on the ground as he muttered the three words over and over again.

There is a deep-rooted ache in your chest, a sensation that felt like a thousand knives being plunged to your heart as you eye the fragile state your best friend was in.

You lost it when the first tear left his eyes, cascading down his cheeks as he fisted his palms over the ground.

“I just wish you were still here with me you know?” His voice broke, and Jude tried so hard to stop his tears from flowing, but to accompany the pain in his heart, they too never once stopped. “I miss you so much, and every single fucking day I wish that I was there to get you home so you don't have to ride that fucking bus, and maybe this wouldn't have to happen. Every breathing moment, I just wish that you never left me...”

You left his side, crouching down in front of him. And in your faint silhouette, you reached a hand out, gently tracing his cheeks as he cried, calling out for your name, apologizing, and wishing for you to comeback.

Jude feels awful. He was supposed to come here, spend some time with you during his birthday. The 3rd one that you already missed. He wasn't supposed to come here and cry his eyes out. But even this being the 3rd time, the pain in his chest never hurt less. The pain that lingered in his heart and mind, the same one that's been there since your passing was a hard one to tame. So heavy and remorseless as it ate him up whole, so unbothered to bite him where he's hurt the most.

And while everyone else seemed to have coped just fine, for Jude, it wasn't the same. Everyday hurt just the same, every single waking moment brought a new batch of tears to his eyes. It wasn't going easy for him, not even 3 years later.

“I just want you back here with me... that's all I want but I know I can't have that. And that is what hurts me the most, every single fucking day. It's easier to fake that I'm fine than tell the others that I'm not okay at all... I don't even think that I will be okay...”

The faint silhouette of your fingers traced his jaw, thumbs running over the skin of his cheeks where his tears were freely running down as he spoke.

They left a light feeling in your fingers, but cold against Jude’s skin.

It just wasn't the same anymore.

“I'm sorry.” You laid your forehead against his, muttering the only two words that you could speak of at that very moment. “I'm sorry. I am so sorry...”

A cold breeze of air passed by Jude, the gentle touch of cold air nipping at his skin, closer to his face as he closed his eyes to savor the feeling. It was a mere reminder that you were there in that moment with him, although not physically existing and wrapped in the warmth of his arms, Jude knew you were there, looking out for him just as you always do.

It was bittersweet, but he cherished that moment with you before your gravestone, watching the sun set in the distance just like the old times when you were still alive and with him.

And as Jude left, there is a neatly placed bouquet of red tulips by your grave. A bouquet of flowers that spoke of the words and feelings he never once had the chance to tell you.

not proofread.

[footytea]

Even IF some footballers are loyal to their partners. The environment that they live in is so nasty like Jadon Sancho invited some Footballers and Onlyfans models to his birthday party and let’s be real about the purpose of onlyfans girls being there 🤨 like imagine being a football player invited to your homie’s birthday and there are a bunch of escorts flirting with you and trying to initiate s&x while a having a whole wife and kids at home imo it would take a huge amount of discipline not to act like manwhore

you need A LOT of self control as a footballer 😂 i've said this before but my sister's man was a pro-footballer before he got a career ending injury and to this day she still mentions how thankful she is that he's no longer part of that lifestyle/world

his stories were crazy and i think that's also why i no longer crave that wag life 💀

[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.

[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.

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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)

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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.

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✦ — edits (from newest to oldest) (you can also scroll through my ‘edits!’ tag)

lana. prev. sunatron

✦ diet mountain dew (demo) — carlos cuesta

✦ love song — arsenal fc

✦ s&m — bukayo saka // gabriel martinelli

✦ luxurious — william saliba

✦ perfect crime — martin ødegaard

✦ ladders — jadon sancho

✦ cherry — hector bellerin

✦ scott street x i know the end — jadon sancho

✦ glamorous — giovanni reyna

✦ 4EVER — jude bellingham

✦ softly — erling haaland // jude bellingham (old sideblog)

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Heyyy i want a Jadon Sancho x reader with several parts like you did with neymar imagines if possible 😭 Thank you in advance !!! <3

Hi Nonnie! I'll keep this one in mind since I don't know much about Sancho tbh 😅 I like to see how they act and all out of the pitch and I honestly don't follow him, but let's see if I do research and something comes to mind! 💙

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By • Olalekan Fagbade I been made a scapegoat - Manchester United PlayStation cries out Manchester United winger Jadon Sancho said he had been unfairly made a “scapegoat”. This was after his manager Erik ten Hag claimed he had been left out of the squad to face Arsenal on Sunday because of poor training performance. Sancho was a surprise omission for United’s dramatic 3-1 stoppage-time Premier League loss to Arsenal that dropped them to 11th in the table. “On his performance on training we didn’t select him,” Ten Hag said, when asked about Sancho’s absence from the travelling squad. “You have to reach the level every day at Manchester United. You can make choices in the front line, so in this game he wasn’t selected.” The 23-year-old Sancho wasted little time in responding in a lengthy post on X, the social media platform formerly known as Twitter. “Please don’t believe everything you read! I will not allow people saying things that is completely untrue. “I have conducted myself in training very well this week,” Sancho wrote. “I believe there are other reasons for this matter that I won’t go into. “I’ve been a scapegoat for a long time, which isn’t fair. All I want to do is play football with a smile on my face and contribute to my team.” Sancho, who has played 58 league games since joining United in 2021, said he respects all decisions made by the coaching staff. “I play with fantastic players and grateful to do so,” he said. “Which I know every week is a challenge. “I will continue to fight for this badge no matter what!” (Reuters/NAN) #IhaveattachedhavebeenmadeascapegoatSancho