#jesse lingard blurb

[valentinajadehill]

jesse lingard masterlist

sports branch o

can't take my eyes off you o

okay stop already- bloody hell ft marcus rashford o

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

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

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

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

always got you nugget ft marcus rashford o

facade o

doe eyes o

is it a match, part two o

you didn't tell us o

avoid, punch, date or marry o

best friends would include o

rate his instagram posts o

best friends o

why are you blushing? o

like father, like son o

stolen kisses o

boxer o

audience with adele o

tiktok pranks o

public o

not funny o

f1 driver number o

blurbs / oneshots

attitude

beach

movie ft marcus

sexiest

teasing

tight

date night

riding

documenting

[footballerimaginess]

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

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

[sanchosbae]

Who I write for

Achraf Hakimi

Abdelhamid Sabiri

Marcus Rashford

Jadon Sancho

Jude Bellingham

Jesse lingard

Jobe Bellingham

That’s all for now!

[macybeckham7]

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

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

[emwritesfootball]

Rooftop Tension | Jesse Lingard

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

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

- - -

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mountswhore]

hey 👋 can i request a one-shot with Dad!Jesse Lingard, “Did you love her?” from Angst Prompt and “Is somebody jealous” from Fluff Prompt. Where he’s at the party with his teammates and his teammates post a story of him and his ex, reader saw it and get really jealous

thank you!

#🥝 anonn

kiwi anon :) i love it

𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 — jesse lingard

summary: after recently having your baby, Jesse goes on a night out, leaving you with all sorts of questions after seeing Marcus' story.

notes: reqs are open!

Since giving birth to Robin, your precious little daughter, Jesse has been attached to her. He lets you feed, and then it’s right back to cuddles with daddy. And for the first few weeks, you definitely weren’t complaining, it gave you time to sleep and get back to being the regular you. But after a while, you wanted some time to bond with your daughter.

He’d be the first one into the nursery in the morning, he’d be the first one to get her dressed, to take her for a stroll, play with her in the living room, you felt like a ghost trying to get some time with her. You even used the excuse, “she’s going to become a full blown daddy’s girl if I don’t have time with her.”

To which Jesse replied, “would that be so bad?”

You were in the kitchen, sorting away the food shopping you’d just ordered as Jesse was out with Robin on a car ride to his family home. And just as you were arranging the fruit into the bowl, your phone buzzed. Marcus was calling. It wasn’t strange, seeing as the man was at your home 2/3 times a week, but he rarely called, he normally texted or just showed up.

“Hey, you.” You chirped into the phone, holding it between your shoulder and ear as you started putting the shopping bags into the cupboard.

“Hey,” Marcus replied, “I’m gonna ask something, and you can totally say no, because I’d understand if you did. But can Jesse come out tonight?” You giggled, thanking the Heavens that they listened and just made plans for Jesse. You’d finally be able to get some alone time with your daughter.

“Take him, he’s all yours. I’ve been dying for a chance to cuddle my own daughter, he’s a total hog.” You laughed, Marcus joining in shortly after. He could relate, seeing as Jesse let him only hold Robin once when he first visited, and then it was back to cuddles from daddy. It was boring watching him give all of his attention to Robin.

Jesse had arrived home, this time with Hope as well as Robin. You quickly embraced Hope, as she normally jumped into your arms the moment she saw you, and watched Jesse carefully bring Robin’s car seat in. You made sure Hope was occupied with tv, whilst you went to grab a bottle for Robin, Jesse already having her out and holding her as you came back into the living room.

“You’re going out tonight,” you mentioned to Jesse, his face contorting as he looked up at you, “I don’t want any back and forth’s, you’re going. You need a night out to be Jesse, not daddy.” You watched as he rolled his eyes, taking the bottle from you to feed his angel. The smile never left his face as he fed her, cooing to her whilst she stared up at him, getting familiar with his beautiful eyes and freckles. All whilst mumbling to her, “my little Robin.”

Jesse had left an hour later, after getting ready, kissing both his daughters goodbye, and giving you a lasting kiss as he stepped out the door. And finally, you had your daughter, and Hope, to yourself.

You were cradling Robin, whilst engaging in a conversation with Hope about who your favourite Disney princesses were. Your night was going swimmingly, Robin hadn’t cried once, Hope was well-behaved as always, and Marcus had texted to thank you for getting Jesse out the house, as he’d been in non-stop dad mode since Robin’s birth. He was an incredible father, you knew that even before you had Robin. As he was just so loving with Hope.

Once both girls were in bed, and you were finished with the dishwasher, you found yourself scrolling through Instagram stories. Seeing a few of the United boys stories, they were all seemingly at this party, and finally, upon scrolling onto Marcus’ finsta, you saw a video of Jadon mouthing some lyrics and Jesse in the background, posing for a picture with some girl. You felt crazy for replaying the story, but it looked like his ex, the one before you. Same hair length, same hair colour, same little tattoo on her chest. It was most definitely her.

Regrets started to fill your head. Did you really want Jesse gone that much? Did you really get tired of dad Jesse taking over? Have you just pushed him out of the house to get comfortable with another lass? You locked your phone, no longer feeling interested in the tea that you held, and put them both down.

For the next few hours, your were full on panicking, pacing your living room and hoping Jesse comes back, alone, and remembers his night. You let go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding when you heard the door unlock, and it was Jesse. Your heard released it’s tension at the sight of him, he wasn’t stumbling, he didn’t seem completely drunk. And the smile he gave you, it was enough to make your knees buckle.

“Did you love her?” You asked, your bottom lip quivering as you stared at your boyfriend with your phone in your hand. You knew it was a reach, to be asking your boyfriend of four years if he loved his ex. He left her for you, not that you knew that. You were the one to help him realise he wasn’t in a good relationship, and soon after, the two of you had been on an official date.

“Huh?”

“Your ex, did you love her?” You repeated.

“Of course not, you know that.” He stepped forward and reached for your hand, which you gladly gave him. “Is somebody jealous?”

You were. But you weren’t going to admit that, and Jesse knew that. He’d been with you long enough to know you’d never admit when you get a little jealous, because he doesn’t like to either. You knew each other like the back of your hands. He held your face in his hands, looking down at you with nothing but love in his eyes. Just like how he looked at his daughter.

“You’re it for me, you know that?”

[judeswhore]

3 with jesse lingard (bonus promts)

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

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

i hate mariah carey - jesse lingard

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Meaning?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, never wanted to.”

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

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

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

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

“You have to or I’ll dump you.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

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

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

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

“I don’t like rom coms.”

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

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

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

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

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

“You say that about every movie.”

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re so demanding.”

[trentaafcsblog]

A Marcus request where you guys are keeping your relationship a secret for the media until he post a picture of you him sipping his drink and laying on your butt or you butt is in the background of the picture. Love your writing ❤️

He’s not tagging you or anything, just so that you’ve still got a little bit of privacy in your relationship, but he’s confirming that he’s no longer single when a photo of him laying on your bum whilst he’s sipping his drink appears on all of his followers’ timelines, a pair of sunglasses covering his eyes and a small smirk around the straw that’s buried in between his lips, the comments section flooding with messages from his teammates and fans, most of them showing their love and appreciation for the two of you, even if they’re not fully sure who you are yet, but obviously Jesse’s stealing the show with his ‘bubble butt or bubble tea?’ comment, making both you and Marcus laugh

[jadonsanhco]

Marcus Rahsford imagine where you're not so good at playing football but he's determined to get you to do at least 10 keep ups. You're whining and complaining that you can't do it and he's giving it his all to motivate you but you struggle to get past 4. It only takes Jesse to get involved and call you rubbish and say how're you a footballers girlfriend for you to get winded up enough and next round you do 17 perfectly. ThanksXx

“marcus i’m not an athlete for a living!” you laughed, while really you wanted to cry as your arms burned from trying to do some push ups - 4 really seemed to be your limit right now. “oh come on you’re a footballers girlfriend, can’t believe you’re so rubbish,” jesse rolled his eyes, having been watching from a chair as you worked out with marcus. you scoffed and raised your eyebrows, crossing your arms and taking full offense in his words but also being fueled with some new motivation. “jess don’t be a dick,” marcus defended you, but you shook your head. “no it’s fine babe,” you said and tried again, this time getting to 20 push ups easily to shut jesse up before going inside to shower, feeling proud of yourself and feeling like a boss.

[valentinajadehill]

marcus rashford masterlist

baby boy .

copycat ft jesse lingard o

bants with jesse o

this is it part one, part two

odd first impression part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight

a father's love o

pools o

jealousy o

passing the test o

big tesco o

basketball challenge o

interview o

little mix part one, part two

q & a couple challenge o

nights like this o

baby fever o

daddy duty o

babe? boyfriend? lover? o

interlocked o

blonde beau o

mumma's boy o

you're my euphoria o

when it all comes back to you o

two for one deal o

birthday boy o

lip and hip o

is that my shirt? o

feels for you o

what's cookin' good lookin' o

focus o

everything i didn't say o

my good luck charm o

'master'chefs o

lost stars o

best dad ever o

made for you o

my everything o

worried about you o

boyfriend material o

spoiled rotten o

a right sort o

never too much tinsel o

an endless cycle o

trust in you o

mornings with you o

baby fever o

drunk and clingy o

jealous kisses o

forced friends o

raise a glass o

truth or shot o

blurbs / oneshots

lingardinho

secret

morning

naked

soft kiss

distraction

neck kisses

hickeys

busy

stairs

reaction

outfits

slamming

break you

[footballerimaginess]

Could you do a blurb with Jesse Lingard where you’re looking after his daughter and seeing how you are with her makes him want to have a baby with you

You were looking after Hope for the day while Jesse was at recovery. "daddy" Hope squealed as he walked through the front door as she ran straight up to him. "Hello darling, you been a good girl for y/n?" he smiled as she nodded. "We played all day, we had so much fun" he smiled over at you. "Aww I am so glad" you smiled as Hope ran over and sat with you again. "Hope you can go and play on the switch upstairs if you want" he smiled as you cosied up to Jesse. "Seeing you with her makes me so happy, makes me want another one" he blurted out. "Oh really, mm okay" you smirked. "So does that mean what I think it means?" you nodded. "Yes it does" he kissed you as you chatted for the rest of the day before Hope ended off to her mum's house.

[footyblurbs]

Tiktok prompt no 22 with Jesse please

Lip filler prank.

Jesse was always torturing you and his little sister with his pranks, therefore the both of you were constantly looking for ways to get him back. Unfortunately you had yet to be successful, your boyfriend always sniffing you two out. When you saw the lip filler prank you knew the both of you would be able to pull it off. You used your lash glue to stick some of your upper and bottom skin around your mouth to make it look like your lips were bigger than they actually were. You and his little sister had to struggle not to ruin them by laughing and when you heard Jesse enter your home she hid around the corner of the kitchen to film his reaction.

“AH!” He shouted the split second he saw you, sputtering as he took a step forward. “Babe! What happened?” He screeches, covering his mouth with his hand. You struggled to speak, not wanting to mess up the glue job you'd done. “I got lip fillers! You don't like them?” His jaw is practically on the floor as his finger reaches out to touch your lips, but thinks better of it at the last minute and freezes. “Is the swelling going to go down, baby?” You pouted in response, making sure your sadness was evident because you couldn't really move your face. “Babe! You really don't like it?” Jesse’s eyes hadn't moved away from your lips. “This can't be real, Y/N! You can't even close your mouth.” He’s starting to chuckle, but he's still hesitant about whether or not it was real. He finally reaches out to poke your lips and you let out a screech and he immediately lets out a matching screech.

[travellvogue]

Jesse a dinner party request where you both look good as hell 🥰

you felt good as hell as you walked into the restaurant together, hand in hand and in amazing outfits. jesse not only obsessed with how beautiful you look but also how confident you feel tonight, sitting down together, his fingers tracing your back as he tries to take his eyes off you and make conversation with people but it’s difficult when you look that good

[arrrseeenalfc]

Jesse imagine please with a fluff ending

Old request x

~

Jesse trains to be his best but that takes a toll on him, and there’s no other person he want to relax with, than you.

He keeps smiling as you try to apply the face mask on him, his hands on you waist as you carefully apply it.

“Jesse! Stop twitching!” You scold him but he just laughs.

“I’m sorry darling, it just tickles..” he wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer.

“I’ve been waiting for when you were free so we can do this. I missed you…” he kisses the tip of your nose, chuckling when you scrunch it.

After you’re don’t applying the face mask he shimmy’s off your clothes and brings you into the bath. The bath-bomb already mixed into the warm water. He gets in first and then you get in behind him.

“Ahh finally…” he lets out a deep breath, holding your hand and playing with your fingers.

“I love you so much. Thank you for being here.” He confesses, kissing the back of your head.

“I love you two, Jesse. I’ll always be here for you, just play the game you love and don’t overwork yourself too much.”

[emwritesfootball]

Dialogue/Situation/Setting | 9 with Jesse Lingard

“I heard shower sex is dangerous, but right now, I’m willing to take the risk.” + Bathroom + Making out

Warnings: light kissing, some innuendo

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The moment Jesse got back from Old Trafford, you greeted him at the door with a kiss. He was still sweaty, forgoing his shower at the stadium to come straight to you instead after he’d seen the sexy pic you’d sent him.

“Fuck, that goal was so hot,” you murmured in-between kisses as your hands explored his body. “I’m so proud of you, baby.”

“You know that was all for you,” was his reply as he guided you to the bedroom and into the bathroom. You felt his hands on your hips as he hoisted you onto the bathroom counter, some of your products falling into the sink or on the floor which made you giggle.

The two of you undressed each other, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull his naked body against yours. “So what’s your plan here, J?” You asked, sliding your hands up his bare chest to link your fingers behind his neck.

“Well,” he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips, “I have to shower, but I also wanna fuck you so…”

Your eyes lit up as you realized what he was implying. “Shower sex?”

Jesse lifted a shoulder in a half-shrug, but the smirk on his lips said it all. “I heard shower sex is dangerous, but right now, I’m willing to take the risk.” You watched as he pulled away, leaning over to turn on the shower and set the water to the temperature he knew you liked. You came up behind him, wrapping your arms around his middle and trailing kisses down his spine as the two of you waited for the water to warm up so you could continue what you’d started.

[mountswhore]

𝐝𝐨𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 — jesse lingard

summary: jesse was afraid to lose you, but you have to reassure him that his money and fame mean nothing to you.

notes: requests are open, ask away!

for @bite-me-en-la-boca

Jesse was afraid to lose you, as simple as that. He wasn’t blind to the double takes people do when you walk past them, or the comments from men at the club when they pass. You were stunning — and Jesse knew that, along with everyone else.

Even his own friends would make little comments, obviously they knew they wouldn’t act on it, so did he, but his girlfriend was wanted by even his closest mates. It definitely made him hold onto you a little tighter. Whenever you’d visit him at training, or go to an event with him, he’d keep you close and constantly shower you in affection, so everybody knew you were his.

The Instagram comments were the worst, not only would his be littered with ‘she’s fit’ or ‘lucky man’, but yours were so vivid that you’d refuse to open them. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t scroll through them every once in a while to see what people were saying, only to return to you a while later with a heavy heart.

The whole of the UK male population were after you, which is why tonight was the worst for Jesse. You were celebrating Marcus’ birthday, and it was completely unlike him to want to go clubbing, but you both agreed anyway.

Jesse watched with a sick feeling in his stomach, almost feeling the need to grab his phone and text his best friend that he was too sick to go. And keep you at home. He knew what tonight would be like, he knew that someone would make a comment, or give you a suggestive glance, and it would ruin his night.

“How do I look?” You asked, smiling innocently up at your boyfriend. Even with heels on, he towered over you. Jesse pushed his negative thoughts to the side to compliment you.

“Wow. Where’s Y/N gone?” He asked, holding your hand and twirling you around slowly. You met his eyes once again with a pout, and Jesse kissed it away. There was never a day he didn’t compliment you on your beauty.

“Real funny. Are you ready?”

“Do I look ready?” Jesse countered, standing back from you and showing off his smart casual attire. You laughed and smoothed the fabric of his shirt down, smiling up at him. He looked back down at you with so much love in his eyes, you’d forget he was hiding his intrusive thoughts behind those eyes.

The pair of you left, getting an Uber to the club you were supposed to arrive at 20 minutes ago. Marcus was waiting inside, sitting in a booth with a few other United boys. The second Marcus spotted you, he moved out of the booth to greet you both.

“Jess,” Marcus spoke, pulling his best friend into a hug, “how’ve you been?”

Jesse just nodded, watching his attention divert from him to you. He squeezed you tightly and almost lifted you from your feet. He knew Marcus would never betray him like that, no matter how hot you were. He trusted Marcus entirely, but it was just adding fuel to the fire. Jesse felt tense from the moment he entered the club, the boys greeting you and having a laugh with you. It was off-putting, he just wanted to go home and watch your rubbish tv. He’d sit through hours of it if it meant you weren’t here getting preyed on.

Throughout the night, you’d had shot after shot, begging Jesse to dance with you an hour in. And he was keeping you close to him, eyes watching intently as you swayed your hips onto him. Your eyes were on him the entire time, not paying mind to the people around you. Jesse so badly wanted to enjoy this moment with you, but those eyes surrounding you were slowly pushing him over the edge.

“What the fuck are you staring at?” He snapped, causing a small space to form between the pair of you. You stepped back in shock, staring at your boyfriend who angrily stared at the people surrounding you.

His eyes had found yours again, but you were gone. You’d approached the booth Marcus was sitting at, wedging between him and Jadon, a frown on your face.

“What happened, Y/N?” Marcus questioned, an arm around your shoulder as you looked visibly upset. You saw Jesse sat at the bar now, head in his hands with a drink in front of him.

“He just shouted in front of everyone, it’s so embarrassing.” You stated, folding your arms and stealing a drink from the table. You didn’t know who the victim of the stolen drink was, quite frankly, you didn’t care. Jesse had bursted his anger in front of everyone, and even though it wasn’t directed at you, it still embarrassed you.

The next half hour was torture, you were slowly losing your buzz and the night was becoming boring. You were sandwiched between the two boys, and they refused to let you have any more drinks. Jesse was still sulking at the bar, but you didn’t care. You’d let him sulk there for the remainder of the evening, if need be.

“Guys, I think I might head home,” you mentioned, standing up and wiggling over the line of boys, “I’m super tired now.” You waved sweetly at Marcus, wishing him one more ‘happy birthday’ before you were leaning against the wall and waiting for your Uber.

Jesse looked back at the booth, wondering which boy had an arm around you this time, but you were gone. The space between Marcus and Jadon that you occupied had now disappeared. His eyes frantically searched the dance floor, but you were nowhere to be seen. It was only then that he started to regret shouting. He could lie and say he didn’t know what came over him, but he did know. He was jealous.

“She’s gone home.” Marcus spoke into his friend’s ear, patting him on the shoulder. It eased Jesse’s thoughts a little, but he still felt horrible. Jesse had gotten an Uber home not long after you, finding the house completely dark apart from your shared bedroom.

You were tucked into bed, Netflix in the background as you scrolled through your phone. You could see Jesse standing in the doorway, but didn’t acknowledge him as he walked in and sat on your side of the bed. His hand rested on the lump in the duvet that was your leg, waiting for you to say something. But you didn’t.

“I’m sorry.” He blurted out, his voice soft with guilt. You didn’t even react, you just kept scrolling. “Really, I am. I’m sorry for ruining your night.”

“It’s done now, you need to go to bed. You have Hope tomorrow.” You replied, a lack of emotion in your voice. He knew you loved when Hope was round, the pair of you got on immensely. But you seemed bored now. Bored of listening to him. You had gotten out of bed and left the room, wandering downstairs to distract yourself with something else.

“It’s not done, babe.” Jesse spoke, following your footsteps as you turned into the kitchen. You stood at the counter, grabbing a coffee pod from your cupboard and beginning to make yourself a coffee.

“What else do you want to say, Jesse?” You argued calmly, Jesse almost jumping at the mention of his name. It was always silly pet names, never his name. He could see by the look on your face that you were over this, you were tired, grumpy, getting slightly hungover.

“I know I should never have shouted like that, in front of everyone,” he spluttered, alcohol still in his system. His words were not stringing together very well, which presented a bad case on his behalf, “the last thing I wanted to do was hurt you because of my own insecurities.”

Jesse wasn’t the type to show his insecurities to anyone, not even you at times, but you knew they were there. He was stuck in the mindset of sweeping them away, out of sight and out of mind. You wanted to badly to help him work through them like he did with yours, but he’d never disclose what was bothering him. You turned to look at him, the argument long forgotten now as you wanted this to be the chance he finally opens up.

“What insecurities, Jess?” You wondered, slowly approaching him. Your small hands held his cheeks, you could’ve sworn you’d seen a glint in his eyes.

He shook his head, the window now closed. The opportunity for the pair of you to sit down and talk about what bothered him, it was gone. You were back to pretending not to see his tensed jaw and white knuckles from squeezing his fist together. You sat at the island in defeat, your headache prominent now.

Jesse’s hand fell upon your shoulder, your eyes meeting once again. Your face contorted as a tear fell from your eye, Jesse now going into full on panic mode. He sat beside you, pulling you into his chest and holding you close. You could hear his heart pounding in his chest, you weren’t the only one who wished he could say how he felt.

“How are we ever going to move forward together if I don’t know how you’re feeling?” You asked honestly, holding his bare arm and pulling it close to you. There would always be this barricade stopping you from moving forward, his insecurities stopping you both from being able to talk to each other.

Jesse pulled away from you, his fingers fiddling with the expensive ring on your finger. He’d gifted it to you on your two-year anniversary, it was a beautiful night. “I just get jealous. I see your Instagram comments, and mine. I see the way random men look at you on the street, in the club, in the fucking supermarket. Even the boys are always complimenting you, being touchy with you. It might sound stupid and it might seem like it’s nothing, but it makes me fucking jealous.”

“You know I’d never do that to you,” you turned to Jesse, now clutching his hand tightly, “you’re the only one I want.”

“I know that, love. I have been fucked around before, girls always go after my money and my name. You don’t even shoo these boys away. It’s like you enjoy their attention.” Jesse accused, his tone still soft with you. He never raises his voice with you, and you never have with him.

This comment hurt you, your waterline burned with tears once again, hearing your boyfriend even fathom these ideas. “I don’t pay these boys any mind. You’re the only one I want attention from, I barely give the rest of them a second glance. And I’m sorry that your friends are touchy with me, I just give them lots of hugs and squeezes because they’re your friends, I want them to like me. I know how important they are to you. So they’re important to me.”

Even though Jesse thought you liked the attention, and wanted him for his name and wealth, even though it deeply pained you for him to think these things of you, you kept it cool. He was hurting, these were his insecurities. You looked up at him, giving him your infamous doe eyes, the ones he fell for in the first place.

“If I only wanted you for your wealth and name, I wouldn’t bother with Hope. I love that girl, she’s my best friend. I’d do anything for her,” Jesse smiled at your comment, his hand smoothing over your cheek, “I wouldn’t bother with your family, I wouldn’t call them up everyday asking how they are. I wouldn’t bother with your career, making sure your training kit is washed and you have appropriate lunch.” You emphasised the word appropriate, as Jesse would sometimes leave with just one of Hope’s lunchables, or just a yoghurt.

Jesse let out a laugh, both hands now holding your face close to his. “Thank you. I’m sorry for doubting you.”

“I won’t take your name when we get married, just to prove that I’m not in it for fame and wealth,” you admitted, a smile on your face, “I don’t know how you do it if I’m honest, you can’t even walk around the shop without someone approaching you. It’d get on my nerves.”

“Of course you’re gonna take my name,” Jesse cooed, kissing the bridge of your nose and looking down at you once more, “and you better get used to it, because I’m not giving you up.” He held you tight to him, the both of you still reeking of alcohol and the coffee long forgotten.