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threelionsgirl · 3 years

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Write one where you and Jadon aren't officially official and you get to know that he's still occasionally seeing one of his old flings so you stop talking to him and he realises his mistake and he makes it up to you ☁️

making official | jadon sancho

warnings: nothing, I think, it's fluffy! has a bit of angst

word count: 2.126

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You were looking at the clock wall and drawing the only possible conclusion: Jadon was late. I mean, he was never the most punctual person in the world, but he took his commitments as a football player very seriously. You were one of the physiotherapists at Manchester United, that's how you met. You were waiting for him for one of the physiotherapy sessions because of a bone swelling that Jadon was treating, all in order not to need surgery.

You were a little worried, not only because the physical therapy sessions had to follow a schedule to the letter, but also because you and he had something, you still couldn't label what it was, but you were fully aware that you really liked him.

You left the physio room to look for him at the Aon Training Complex, when you saw Marcus Rashford walking by, he might know where your friend and teammate was, since Jadon didn't answer your messages.

"Hey, Rash, did you..." You interrupted yourself when you saw his condition. He looked tired, hungover. "What the hell happened? It looks like a truck ran over you."

"Oh, hi, Y/N. It wasn't a truck, but I think it was something close to that." He took off his glasses and tried to smile at you. Stirring night yesterday, do you know how it is, right?

"Yeah, I know." You shook your head, you were aware that the football players' nights were not quiet at all, even more so when they all decided to go out together. "But have you seen Jadon, out and about? Something tells me he went on that eventful night."

You asked suspiciously, Jadon used to tell you when he was going out, not because you charged him, he did it of his own free will, but this time he hadn't told you anything. You knew that you two didn't owe each other explanations because you weren't official, but that didn't stop bothering you.

"Yes, he was." Marcus admitted lowering his head, no one could lie to you, and you suspected he was hiding something. "Well, I saw his car parking, so he should be here by now. I need to go now, Y/N, Rangnick will cut my balls off if I'm a little late for practice."

"Okay, Rash, thanks." You nodded and he disappeared down the hall. You went back into the room to wait for Jadon.

He showed up minutes later, you were packing up some equipment when you felt his hands hugging you from behind and kissing your neck. "How is my favorite physical therapist today?"

"Having to deal with players who don't keep to the schedule." You grumbled, but turned to face him and to let him kiss you.

"Don't punish me, I drove all the way here thinking about your hands and a good massage. I'm all sore." He replied, letting go of the bag he was carrying. He left his cell phone and car keys on the table, and you prepared the bed for him to lie on. You raised an eyebrow at him, not being able to let the opportunity pass.

"I thought last night was a good one." You spoke quietly, sitting down in the rolling chair and using it to go from one side to the other.

"What?"

"Rash said you guys went out yesterday." You explained analyzing his leg and inserting the magnetic strips of tissue into his thigh to continue the treatment.

"Oh yes, we went out, are you upset about that?"

"I didn't say I was upset." You replied, but didn't look at him, concentrating on putting the bands away.

You were silent for a few seconds. Jadon relaxed as the magnets made the pain in his leg subside, but he kept looking at you while you checked the coil. His cell phone started ringing several times taking messages, so much so that the noise of it was annoying you.

"Do you want to answer that?" You asked, the cell phone was on the table and there was no way for Jadon to pick it up, you would have to hand it to him, but he denied it.

"No, let it ring. I want you to talk to me."

"Answer that first, or at least put it on silent." You grumbled, walking over to the table where he had left the device, and it was impossible to miss. On the lock screen there were several messages from a woman saying things like "I miss you, Jad," "last night was great," and "when's the next one?". Worst of all, you knew who the woman was, an old fling that Jadon used to have.

"Do you really want to talk to me, or did you not want me to see this?" You said, tossing the cell phone to him. "You weren't planning on telling me, were you?"

"Shit, Y/N..." Jadon sat on the stretcher trying to hold your attention, but you turned your back to him, looking for anything to distract you in that room. "I thought you said you weren't upset."

"And I wasn't, but what do you want me to feel when you come in here asking me to relieve you of your pain after having fun with another girl?" You rolled your eyes at him, the pain in your stomach rising and the uneasiness taking over your body because that's what happened when the person you liked went out with someone else. "Your old flirtation still, I mean... not so old. How many times have you gone out with her, being with me? Once? Twice? Three? Several?"

"Does it matter, Y/N? We're not even official, why are you making a scene about who I still see or don't see?" You knew that your relationship was not official, but hearing him say it with the words hurt somehow. Jadon wasn't feeling well either, he would rather not have that conversation with you, but he also wouldn't admit to being scolded when he knew he hadn't done anything wrong.

"I'm not making a scene, Jadon!"

"Then what is it?"

"I just..."

"You thought we were exclusive? I don't remember us talking about it at any point, Y/N." You looked away from him, that was almost like a slap in the face. You had never settled this, so you had no right to demand anything of him. He was right, but you still felt bad. You felt like a fool.

"You're right, we didn’t talk." You agreed, because you didn't want to talk to him anymore, and started to get your things. "You were late and I have some appointments to take care of now, so I'll call Greg to finish your session."

You didn't hesitate to turn your back on him and leave the room. Part of that was a lie, but you didn't know if you could stay five more minutes alone in that room with him.

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"Why did you pass Sancho's leg treatment on to me?" Greg asked you when you stopped for coffee a few days later.

"I can't work with him."

You had decided to stop talking to Jadon and stopped answering his messages. When you bumped into each other at the training center, you ignored him, and you decided to pass on his treatment to another club physical therapist, Greg.

"What happened?"

You fiddled with your coffee and looked away when you saw Jadon entering the cafeteria with Pogba and Rashford. What you two had maybe really was over and you were trying to get over it.

"You were right when you told me it wasn't good to mix work and personal life." You huffed and then sipped your coffee. You could feel Jadon's gaze on you, like it was burning your back, so you decided it was time to get out of there.

You remembered that you had a massage scheduled with Jesse Lingard in a little while, so you used that as an excuse and said goodbye to Greg. When you got to the physical therapy room, Jesse was already there, which surprised you.

"I wish everyone was punctual like you." You said, and he laughed, waiting while you tidied up and sanitized everything. You were almost finished when a noise broke from the door. A motivated Jadon walked by, walking in steady strides toward you.

"Lingard, out!" Jadon exclaimed to Jesse, but without taking his eyes off you. He was in his training outfit, even though he couldn't actually return to training on the field yet. You loved him like that, he looked incredibly handsome.

"What the hell, dude?" Jesse asked confused.

"I need to talk to Y/N."

"No you don't. Jesse, stay." Jesse looked from Jadon to you, not knowing what to do. You clenched your eyes at Jadon, he had no right to get in your way during your work.

"Please." You didn't know if his request was for you or for Jesse, but Lingard eventually gave in to his friend's request and left the room to leave you alone.

"What do you want?" you asked, crossing your arms.

"Why did you stop talking to me?" He moved closer to you, but you didn't let him touch you.

"I thought it was clear." You sighed looking at him, Jadon looked back at you, but said nothing. He didn't want to believe that he had messed things up with you. "Is that all you wanted to ask? I have a lot of work to do today, Jadon." You started to move, but he got in your way and held both sides of your face, making you face him.

"No. I missed you, I want to make things right."

"You don't need me, you have your little fling at your disposal, anytime you want it." You tried to free yourself from his hands, but Jadon held you tighter, this time by the waist.

"No, Y/N, I don't like her. I want you."

"If you really wanted me, You would have said so before." You rested your hands on his shoulders, trying to keep your bodies at a certain distance, even though you wanted to grab him. His perfume always drew you in and seemed to hold you, like a spell. "I wasn't seeing anyone else, and I thought this was something mutual."

"I'm sorry! You never gave any indication of wanting to make it official, and I was afraid to scare you." His words seemed sincere and that was what still kept you there. It hadn't crossed your mind that he too might have his insecurities. You knew it had been a long time since he had taken up serious dating for the media and all the fans, so you decided to comfort him.

"We've been at it for months, you were never going to scare me, J." You spread your hands on his chest and then moved them up to his neck, holding the back of his neck.

"I knew you as a private person, I wanted to talk about it, but I also didn't want to lose you." That made you think that you could have taken the initiative too, and suddenly it became easier to forgive him.

"Yeah, I know I can be very secretive, but I didn't want to see anyone but you, and I didn't want you to either. Maybe I should have told you too." You said, biting the inside of your cheek.

"Does that make us official?" He smiled and caught your gaze, tilting his head in your direction.

"I guess so, but..." You smiled and raised an eyebrow at him. "You didn't think I could handle being Jadon Sancho's girlfriend?"

"Well, you never really liked paparazzi chasing you." He laughed, tightening his arms around your waist and pulling you closer.

"I guess I can make a sacrifice." You made a thoughtful face before leaning in to kiss him. You gave way for his tongue to easily enter after a long time without kissing those lips. Jadon's hands slid down your silhouette to your hips. You pulled your head away quickly when you remembered something. "Let Greg know you're mine again."

You said with conviction, as much as the physical therapist responsible for treating his leg, as much as your girl.

"Really? I was enjoying Greg's sessions."

"I think you'll like mine better." You said pushing him away and Jadon sat on the stretcher. You climbed onto his lap, placing one leg on either side of his thighs, without applying too much pressure.

You were kissing his neck, when Jesse appeared in the doorway, "So, can I go back to my session now?"

And this time it was you who shouted:

"Lingard, out!"

You had a few more things to settle with your, now official, boyfriend.

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225s · 3 years

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A Jadon Sancho angst plss❤️

Five years ago, you've sworn you'd never talk to Jadon Sancho again and for once, you've actually managed to keep your promise. Of course, him moving to Germany had made it easier, as it strongly reduced the chances of bumping into each other, but that utopia couldn't last forever, especially not when it came to Reiss.

"I just don't get why you two threw away a perfectly good friendship like that."

He's been nagging your head off from as soon as you set a foot in his house, whining about how much of a shame it was that the two of you didn't talk anymore. And he was right about that, even though you'd never say it out loud. You did have a good friendship, having known each other since you were little kids, always playing football together and causing trouble - your mums would never let you alone with your siblings, afraid the two of you would turn them into little troublemakers as well.

You cared so much for each other, so much that every silly thing would cause an argument between you two, the final one ending with one last 'I hate you' that neither of you actually meant before you walked out of each other's life. And yes, you knew you were being petty and childish, but sometimes it's easier to hold a grudge than it is to apologize.

"And I don't get why you're so pressed about it. We just don't talk anymore, that's it," you shrug, grabbing a handful of crisps from the bowl Reiss just filled. "It's not like we're going to throw hands as soon as he walks in here."

"No, but I will if you two don't make up today," he retorts and snatches the bowl away from you.

"What are you going to do? Lock us in a room until we talk again?" you scoff.

Reiss looks back over his shoulders as he walks out of the kitchen, one eyebrow raised. "Don't give me any ideas."

Turns out it's not even that difficult to avoid Jadon when you're both in the same house; Reiss' apartment is packed with people, barely any room left to move, so you just stay in a circle with your friends, dancing and talking. That is until Reiss loops his arms around your waist and lifts you up in the air, carrying you through a sea of people towards the kitchen, where a certain someone's already leaning against the counter, looking just as sulky as you.

"What the hell, you're actually locking us up in a room?" you whine and kick against your friend's shin.

"Shit, that hurt. And no, I just want my two best friends to decorate my birthday cake, so I won't have a year full of bad luck."

"Yeah that's not a thing mate."

Reiss let's go of you and goes to block the door, glaring at Jadon in the meantime. "Shut up Sanch, you should be thanking me for trying to fix your shit. Now if you would excuse me," he says, sinking down and taking out his phone and earbuds, "I'm gonna sit here, listen to some music and make sure you guys don't put poison in my cake or kill each other instead of talking it out like normal people."

There's an awkward silence while the two of you try to think of something to say, both too stubborn to say sorry and move on.

"So," you start, still not sure what to say, "How have you been?"

Jadon scoffs, eyes trained on the cake as he tries to write 'happy birthday', the letters looking like the handwriting of a five year old. He shakes his head as if he couldn't believe your audacity to act like you cared. "Really? You didn't care about that for the last couple of years."

"You didn't either," you roll your eyes, and snatch the chocolate sauce from his hands. "Now stop ruining the cake, you asshole."

"I didn't care?" Jadon asks, eyes going from the cake to your face, "I sent you a bouquet of your favourite flowers for every big moment in your life because I couldn't be there for you like I'd promised, but I still didn't care? Shit, I know I wasn't always here the last couple of years, but at least I tried. Where the fuck were you?"

You're taken aback by his outburst, at a loss for words as you stare at him, and notice the tears in his eyes that he tries to blink away. "I'm sorry, I didn't, I don't know, I didn't think you needed me."

"You were the only one I needed to be there," he whispers, not trusting his voice as his vision gets clouded by tears. Sorry doesn't seem like the right word now, so all you do is take him into your arms and hope this action will speak for itself.

"Your next game is on Saturday, right?" you whisper after a while, your hands grabbing onto his shirt, afraid to let him go again.

"Yeah, you wanna come?"

"I would love to. It's been quite a while since I've seen you play in real life."

There's a smile on both of your faces as you pull away, the hope of fixing your broken friendship making your eyes sparkle. Before you know it, you're getting squished against each other again by Reiss' arms, and you're pretty sure you can feel something wet on your hair.

"Bro, are you crying?"

"Once again, shut up Sanch."

#i hope you like it anonnie! i'm so bad at angst tho sorry #jadon sancho #jadon sancho blurbs #jadon sancho blurb #jadon sancho imagines #jadon sancho imagine #jadon sancho x reader #jadon sancho angst #footballer imagines

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footballerimaginess · 3 years

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Santa’s Visit

Credit to @youmustlovehim for the gif! 31 DAYS OF HAYMAS Lapland Jadon Sancho Word Count: 500 The final post of 2021, hope you have enjoyed everything I have posted. I will try my best to do a masterlist of 2021 posts for you to enjoy! “Winter hasn’t got a clue where we are going has she?” you shook your head. “No, I don’t want to tell her or to even ruin the surprise” you smiled as you told Jadon.

“She will be so excited, I am sad that we can’t stay overnight or fly away for it. But Lapland UK is the next best thing for us, she will love it” he grinned. “Yes she will. I have everything packed. We picking up Winter from school and going straight there for the entire afternoon” you asked Jadon as for once he had planned the entire day out. “Mm, yeah let’s go pick her up now” Jadon suggested as you grabbed your phone and bag, heading off to the school. - “Hello baby girl” Jadon shouted as you buckled Winter in her seat as you just collected her from school. “Hello Daddy” she waved as you closed the door behind you. “We are going somewhere special, are you excited?” He asked. “Yes where we going?” she shouted. “We can’t tell you just yet” you laughed as you drove to Lapland. “We are here” Jadon shouted as he started to see signs for Lapland. “Look where do you think we are?” Winter sat up in her seat as she watched out of the window. “Laplandddddd” Winter screamed as she saw the sign. “Yes, you wanted to come here didn’t you” she shouted with excitement, jumping up and down on the chair. “Let’s go baby” Jadon picked her up as he helped her out of the car. She was just so excited with where she was.

“Here we are” you smiled as you grabbed the tickets that you had already pre-booked as well as some details of times. “So we are going to meet someone very special” you smiled as you grabbed Winter’s hand as you made your way to meet Santa. “Here she is” Santa shouted as Winter walked in front of you both to sit beside him on the chair. “Hello Winter, that is a very pretty name” Santa smiled as Winter nodded. “My Mummy picked it for me” she smiled as you let out a gentle giggle. “Have you been a good girl this year?” he asked as she nodded. “Yes I have” he laughed. “So what do you want for Christmas this year? I hope you have wrote me a list” Santa asked as she nodded with excitement. “Well, I want new Barbies, a phone, makeup” you laughed as she was such a typical girl. “I think I can see what I can do for you” Santa smirked. “Here is a small gift, thank you so much for coming to see me. I hope you enjoy it. See you soon Winter. I hope you and your family have a lovely Christmas” you smiled as you waved Santa off. “Did you enjoy seeing Santa?” you asked her as she nodded in excitement. “Yes it was so fun” she had the biggest smile on her face. Taglist: @footballffbarbiex @sanchos-dream @meteora-fc @footballxixstars @hollandsmount @mountchilly @football-rambles @penguintransporter @football-and-fanfics

#31daysofhaymas #christmas imagines #football imagine #football imagines #jadon sancho imagine #football one shot #football one shots #futbol imagines #futbol imagine

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emwritesfootball · 3 years

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Without You | Christian Pulisic

Could you do an rly sad angst with christian pulisic please where he breaks up with you because he’s moving to england and ur his gf in germany but u don’t find out till the day before he leaves

Word Count: 695

Warnings: just angst xx

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Keine neue Nachrichten. No new messages.

You groaned, rolling back over in bed as your alarm continued to go off. Your arm slapped against the mattress on the empty side of the bed - Christian’s side of the bed. Or... what used to be his side of the bed until three days ago when he’d broken up with you without so much as an explanation.

“Can you at least tell me why?!” You asked brokenly, tears streaming down your face as you stared at your now-ex boyfriend.

Christian looked guilty but shook his head. “I can’t, I’m sorry.”

“Was it me? Was it something I did?”

“N-No!”

“Then what?!” You gave an exasperated sigh, throwing your hands up in the air. “I just don’t get it, Chris! We were happy! At least… I thought we were.” The wheels in your brain kept spinning. “How long have you been unhappy?”

Christian sighed, taking your hands in his and running his thumbs over your knuckles in that soothing way he’d done many times before. “I haven’t. Schatz, I just… it’s over. Can you please just let me go?”

There wasn’t any more fight in you and you sat down on the sofa, numb, watching him pack the few things he’d kept at your place into a box. He knelt down, pressing something into the palm of your hand before giving you one last kiss goodbye.

It wasn’t until the door shut behind him that you looked down to find the key you’d given him all those months ago.

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There were no new messages from Christian for two more days and in a moment of weakness you drove to Brackel. “Is Christian here?” You asked, hating how frantic you sounded.

Sancho looked confused. “No, he’s not. He’s packing.”

“Packing for what?” Your stomach dropped and you thought you were going to be sick, feeling like you already knew the answer before Jadon said it.

“Packing for England. Chelsea’s a day away from signing him - he’s just gotta pass their medical and show up. If he’s not at his place, he’s at the airport or on the plane. His flight’s in...three hours?”

You didn’t waste any time after that, running back to your car and racing to the airport. You didn’t bother going to Christian’s place, knowing that you’d be too late and you didn’t want to miss him.

You barely put your car in park and shut off the engine, catching a glimpse of Christian’s familiar form walking up the steps of the private jet on the tarmac.

“Christian!”

Your ex-boyfriend paused, turning around. You ran towards him, unable to stop yourself.

“You’re leaving?!” The tears were back as you jogged up the stairs, stopping two steps below him. It was the first time the two of you were face-to-face in almost a week and your heart hurt looking at him.

“Chelsea wants me.”

“Why didn’t you say anything? I could’ve gone with you, we could’ve had a life together, we-”

“No, we couldn’t! We couldn’t have a life together because you have a life here and mine is with whatever club wants me, wherever that happens to be.” The remorse was evident on Christian’s face and now you realized that this was what he was trying to avoid.

“You were saving us from this moment, weren’t you?” Christian nodded and you sighed. “Do you know how much pain I’ve been in for the last five days?! I just wanted closure and you could’ve given it to me the day you left me, but instead here we are. I loved you, Christian. I would’ve followed you anywhere.”

“Is it too late for me to take it all back and ask you to come with me? We can figure out the rest, Schatz.”

Christian reached for you but you took a step down, shaking your head. “Yes, Christian. Of course it’s too late. You lost me five days ago when you decided I wasn’t worth an explanation.” Your chest felt like lead but you held your ground. “Goodbye, Christian. Good luck in England.”

With that, you turned and walked down the stairs and to your car, not looking back.

#my writing: christian pulisic #requests: christian pulisic #christian pulisic angst #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic imagines #christian pulisic one shot #christian pulisic oneshot

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alltoolewis · 3 years

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N) "all i ever wanted was to be enough for you"-Ben Chilwell

"All i ever wanted was to be enough for you" ~ Ben chilwell

You and ben have now been together for 2 years. From someone elses eyes your relationship is perfect, a fairytale. But things aren't as perfect as they seemed. As much as you didn't want to admit it your relationship was very one sided, you dedicating your whole life to him. Doing everything you can to make him happy, going go to every football match you could, go to events, dress up how he wanted you to dress. You even left all your friends and family in Leicester to move to london for him. But he did nothing to prove to you he loved you. You would stay up for him after long training sessions for him to walk straight upstairs and go to bed, or you would make him his favourite meal for him to tell you it looked awful and you should of just ordered him a takeaway if you loved him. And thats the issue nothing will ever be enough for him.

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It was a rare date night and ben told you to wear something fancier than usual as you didnt want to 'embarrass yourself again like last time we went to a restaurant'

So you did, picking out a baby blue floral skater dress, curling your hair and applying a full face of makeup, knowing that ben loved it when you wore a full face of makeup although you weren't to keen. Looking yourself in the mirror for a final time.. hoping that this was enough for ben to surely give you atleast one compliment.

But yet again your hopes were to high.

"I TOLD YOU (Y/N)! TO WEAR SOMETHING NICE FOR ONCE! AND WHAT DO YOU DO PICK THAT! SERIOUSLY! WERE GOING SOMEWHERE FANCY (Y/N)! YOU KNOW WERE PEOPLE THINK HIGHLY OF THERESELVES, NOT THAT YOU WOULD KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS" he yelled at you causing tears to instantly fill your eyes.

"I'm sorry... ill go get changed" you sniff picking up your phone and making your way upstairs. Hearing ben scoff to himself.

Breaking down in your wardrobe as you call your best friend... not lnowing what to do anymore. Nothing will ever be enough for him.... it doesn't matter how many times you tried to change yourself for him. He still wouldn't be impressed.... he still wouldn't love you the way you loved him.

Hanging up with your friend you grab your suitcase and started to pack your things. She was picking you up in 20 minutes allowing you stay at her house for as long as you needed, not being able to see you hurt for much longer.

After packing up the last of your stuff you make your way down the stairs, causing ben to turn his head to you, face full of concern.

"(Y/N)?? What are you doing?" He stammers.

"I can't do this anymore ben... i can't do it" voice cracking as you break down in tears in front of the man who you knew would never love you in the way you loved him.

"What are you talking about?" Bens voice full of confusion, trying to step closer to you causing you to take steps back.

"All i wanted was to enough for you ben... but nothings gonna be enough" you sobbed.

Ignoring his pleads you turn around and head for the front door. Leaving behind a shattered ben.

Its funny they start to care when you leave....

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Players i write for:

Trent alexander-arnold, dominic calvert-lewin, mason mount, dele, jadon sancho, ben chilwell, james maddison, curtis jones, neco williams, marcus rashford, jesse lingard, declan rice, julian brandt, harry winks, ben godfrey, kai havertz, mason greenwood, neymar, kylian mbappe, Christian pulisic

#ben chilwell blurb #ben chilwell #ben chilwell imagine

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peacevalleyhq · 2 years

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congratulations gal you have been accepted as jadon sancho. you have 24 hours to pack your bags and enter the big brother house. disclaimer, your account will not be posted until opening day which we will announce closer to the time.

NAME/AGE/TIMEZONE/PRONOUNS

My name is Gal, I'm 28 years old and my timezone is GMT. I use they/them pronouns.

ACTIVITY

I would say a 7/10. I can be around a few hours after work everyday unless I'm really tired. On my days off I'm around pretty much all day.

WANTED CELEB

Jadon Sancho, 22, March 25th, athlete and he/him

SECOND CHOICE

Trent Alexander-Arnold, 23, October 7th, athlete and he/him

HISTORY

Jadon has no kids and he's coming into the house single.

TRIGGERS

n/a

RULES PASSWORD

WANTED CELEBRITIES/CONNECTIONS

Marcus Rashford, Jesse Lingard, Mason Mount, Jack Grealish, Jude Bellingham, just all the footballers please.

PARAGRAPH SAMPLE

ANYTHING ELSE

Not at the moment, thank you for reading!

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alexajanecollins · 3 years

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1 for sancho pls

N°1. "We are a team, you and me, together"

You had never expected to be in this exact position this soon when you finally had decided to pack your bags and had moved to Germany to be with your boyfriend Jadon. The future was bright the moment you stepped foot at his place, a place you now were allowed to call home yourself.

“This is not what we had planned. Not at all.” You said, your hands shaking as you looked at the positive pregnancy test in your hands for a second. A sigh heard coming from Jadon who stood in front of you. “Sometimes things happen without being planned. That doesn’t mean they aren’t meant to happen.” He said and you looked up at him.

“But. We are still so young. This isn’t something we can just go with, it’s not a go with the flow kind of thing.” You said, tears running down your cheeks as you spoke out loud. “Baby stop it. You are overthinking this.” He said, his hands now softly placed on both your cheeks, a kiss placed onto your lips as he smiled.

“We are a team, you and me, together.” He said and you smiled for a second, the words he just said being the ones both of you always used to cheer up the other when they needed that extra amount of support.

“Together?” You asked silently and he nodded. “You and me.” He smiled, yet another kiss shared, this time one filled with love and happiness. The future was indeed bright, as a team.

#jadon sancho #prompt list #motivational quotes

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travellvogue · 4 years

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“Will you make a gingerbread house with me?”- Jadon Sancho

12 Days of Christmas- Day 6:

You knew he was up to something, he never wakes up this early on his day off, let alone going downstairs to the kitchen and doing… well, whatever he was doing. You tried to listen past the noise of clinking glasses, crashing pots and cutlery striking together. The first thought was maybe he was making breakfast for the two of you, despite only really knowing how to do beans on toast, he might be giving something else a try.

Reluctantly you pull yourself out of bed, cursing under your breath at the bitter cold temperature of the bed, Jadon was the only person you knew who slept with the window open in the middle of winter. Luckily your fleece Christmas pyjamas and fluffy reindeer slippers helped keep your body a little warmer- despite being the least sexiest thing you could wear to bed, they did have their benefits. You find yourself smiling at the sight outside the bedroom window, the snow that fell over night had turned to sludge, but the miniature snowman the two of you had made yesterday still stood proud, his little twig arms wonky from the wind and his carrot nose now drooping half way down his face.

There was no smell lingering in the air as you walked down the stairs, clearly he wasn’t attempting to make breakfast then.

“Oh good morning, sleepy head” he coos, putting the tea towel he was holding down on the kitchen counter. Walking over to you and embracing you in a warm hug, doing his signature kiss on your head due to the height difference.

“I wanted cuddles” you whine into his chest, feeling his body vibrate as he chuckles at your light hearted complaint. Stroking your hair with the palm of his hand and resting his chin on your head, Christmas songs were already playing gently through the kitchen speakers, you bop up and down ‘Merry Christmas Everyone’ making Jadon giggle, swaying you side to side on the beat.

“Sorry my love” he whispers, apologising for your lack of cuddles this morning, “I had other plans” he pulls away from the cuddle, the kitchen now seeming a lot colder without his body heat radiating on to you. You watch him walk to the other side of the kitchen counter, opening his arms to gesture towards the two boxes that lay in front of him.

“Will you make a gingerbread house with me?” he beams, holding the boxes up and doing a little dance with them as you giggle at his excitement. Baking and cooking certainly didn’t come naturally to him so you’re a bit shocked by the fact that he’s so willing to create a gingerbread house. Admittedly it was a pre-made one, the biscuit already packed in the cardboard box with the icing and cheap selection of sweets to decorate with, but you still appreciated his excitement.

“Of course I will” you smile, walking over to him and kissing his shoulder, watching him make a mess of unboxing it all. “Careful! You’ll break it!” you snigger, taking a bag of sweets, opening them and popping one in your mouth.

Eventually he manages to lay it all out without any damage to the ginger biscuit, you could see in his eyes he was desperate to eat it.

“How the hell is that meant to stand up!?” he whines as once again one of the walls of the house collapses onto the kitchen counter, the icing smearing all over the surface. He was growing more and more frustrated at the fact the house couldn’t support itself without a generous lathering of thick icing- which you were quickly running out of at this rate.

“Stoppp!” you squeal, Jadon swiping a blob of icing onto your nose with a cheeky grin. Whilst you’d decided to try your best to balance the walls with tins of food and support beams, Jadon had decided that eating the sweets and licking at the icing was far more entertaining. “I got it! I got it!” you cheer, clapping your hands together despite your fingertips sticking under the gluey texture of the baking ‘cement’ as Jadon had nicknamed it.

Finally, the house could stand on its own… well the whole bag of icing and the tin that still hid under the roof was part of the success.

“Time to decorate!” Jadon splutters through his mouthful of ice-gems, half the decorations already consumed, but he did the best job he could with what he had left over. Laying some gingerbread men outside, some skittles along the line where the two roof panels met, even a garden of green starburst.

I think we’ve done a pretty good job” you hum, breaking off a chunk of the house. For the struggle of putting it all together, it was certainly easy to break apart.

“Taste delicious” crumbs fly out of his mouth as he praises your hard work. Nodding in delight at the taste, the icing was a little overpowering but it was still delicious. “Good job baby” he winks, kissing you gently, able to taste the biscuit on your lips as he does so.

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can u write one where y/n and Jack have known each other since they were children and have been on and off and she gets pregnant and finds out on the day of the euro finals and tells him before the game so when they lose Jack blames her for the distraction w her news and goes off on holiday and is pictured w another girl and then something happens w y/n and the baby and by the time Jack gets back she refuses to talk to him pleaseeeeee

You can't remember moments in your life that didn't involve Jack, always together since childhood because of your parents' friendship and on-and-off a relationship because of too many memories together. Unable to put a stop to it but also unable to stop acting like kids over every little problem.

Well it looks like you definitely have to stop so as not to ruin even a third life that will soon fill your lives. You are pregnant and the news was eating you alive as Jack was at the Euros and you didn't want to tell him over the phone.

On the day of the final, however, you manage to sneak in before the game for a few minutes to talk to him, wish him luck and hold him after more than a month without feeling his warmth. You tell him the news and he seems quite surprised but happy nonetheless. He blows you a kiss as he walks away and really does look happy.

The game starts and your heart is pounding for that final but at the same time it's light because you managed to give him the most important news. And you rest a hand on your still unpronounced stomach when he too steps onto the pitch and plays a part in that game that doesn't seem to want to unlock in any way.

After the penalties, while a part of the stadium celebrates and many others leave with heavy hearts, you immediately look for Jack and hold him to you. He's a little colder than usual but you don't mind, you realise how heavy that result can be and seeing others cheering thinking it could have been me instead.

It's when you can stand back, however, that his attitude doesn't improve, in fact it only gets worse. And when you ask him something to try to get him to talk, he bursts out. He blames you for that final result because you could have kept the news to yourself for a while longer; you could have kept your mouth shut instead of messing with his brain before one of the most important games of his career.

The pain is evident on your face, so much so that you don't stay to hear the rest he has to say but simply turn away without saying anything and leave that place. You leave him there, and he doesn't follow you.

You find out by chance that Jack is on holiday, thanks to a photo posted by Ben on instagram. You were waiting for him at home, maybe thinking stupidly that after he calmed down he would at least come to apologise for all those things he said to you. Instead, he had packed his bags and surrounded himself with people who weren't you, with friends and other women who certainly wouldn't let him beg them to spend some time with him.

With a heavy heart you went on with your life, hurting yourself every day by checking social media for new photos of his holiday and feeling guilty because you had convinced yourself that maybe if you had waited a little longer things would have been different. Maybe Jack was right.

And you had hoped that at that appointment you would go with Jack by your side but that wasn't the case so you pretended to be strong and went to the doctor.

"Hang on" he had said a moment after the exam had started, "I need to check something" his expression had made you rather nervous even though he had done his best not to upset you.

"Is there a problem?" you had asked with your heart in your throat, hoping there wasn't.

"It might be nothing. Try not to worry" and he had left the room saying he would be back shortly. A thousand things had begun to flood your mind and panic had taken hold of you, so much so that you had picked up the phone and called his sister for support. You didn't want to be alone, whatever the doctor would tell you.

She had arrived almost immediately but in addition she had made a further phone call alarming Jack who, hard to believe, had worried himself deciding to drop everything he was doing to book the first available plane back to you.In the end it had really been nothing to be alarmed about, just the machine not working and leading you to believe the worst. Hearing your baby's little heart beating so loudly had made you cry every tear in your body, relieved that everything was going well.

And by now Jack had been alarmed so he was on his way to you, who really didn't want to see him. He enters the house with his keys and when he tries to get into the bedroom, he finds it locked. He then knocks on the surface while you wipe your tears without saying anything.

"(Y/N) please open me up" he continues to force the knob as if at any moment the door could magically open.

"(Y/N)" he begs you, "at least tell me how you are, both of you"

"Go away" your voice comes in serious and steady despite the tears threatening to leak from your eyes again.

"(Y/N)"

"Get out!" you interrupt whatever he was about to say as he continues to try and open the door, hitting it when he realises again that he won't succeed.

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92 notes • Posted 2021-07-27 21:03:13 GMT

part 2 to the imagine of mason cheating on holiday? loved it💗

I did it. Not really satisfied with that but I wanted to thank you for all the support for the first part x

Part 1

The last few days as you started to pack your things, you had been thinking about what to do. You knew that your parents would be more than happy to host you for as long as you needed, but you didn't have the energy to give many explanations at the time and going back to your own home would make you feel even more of a failure. So you thought about renting a flat, you would still feel like a failure but within walls that had never welcomed Mase. And you set about trying to solve that little problem as quickly as possible, not wanting to be alone with him any longer than you had to be.

How exactly do you deal with something like that? You're exhausted, you just want to throw yourself into bed and try to catch up on some sleep but you can't. First you have to leave that house and that means confronting Mason.

"Hey do you want me to take them up?" Mason walks down the stairs joining you after quickly dropping his bags off at the laundry room, yours at the same place you left them at the front door just before.

"Do you really think everything is alright between us Mason? Or are you playing dumb hoping I'll just forget about it?" sitting on the couch you stare straight ahead, your arms over your legs ending with your hands crossed.

"Oh so we can talk now" your eyebrows rise in surprise at the sarcastic tone you detect in his voice.

"Excuse me?" you get up to look at him finding him behind the couch with his arms crossed.

"I've been trying to talk to you for days, but all you do is push me away"

"Can you blame me? Anything that would have come out of your mouth would have been pointless" your gaze lands on the suitcases knowing it's one of those now or never situations, so you sigh trying to look as casual as possible. "Anyway I'm leaving for a while"

"What?" his arms lose position, his gaze following yours as he seems to understand why you haven't moved a finger yet until that moment. "No, you can't be serious"

"Luckily we're not related at all, it'll be easier" you mutter with a low stare, you know you've hit him in something he cares about and it hurts. But you want to defend yourself somehow and not be the only bleeding one of the two.

At a determined pace you make your way to the suitcases, but his imposing figure gets in the way before you can even grab a handle. "What do you mean? Just because I haven't put a ring on your finger yet then you can't leave me like this!"

"You asked for it!" caught up in your anger you push him with all the strength you have, Mason stumbles for a moment taking a step back in surprise. "God Mason, these last few days have been hell!"

"I've already said I'm sorry"

"Well that's not good enough" you state harshly looking into his eyes. You're there face to face but you struggle to see him, to recognise him. "Let me go" you plead with him exhaustedly, changing emotion from one moment to the next.

"No" but he shakes his head stubbornly.

"Mason"

"(Y/N) please. We can work this out"

"If we have even a small chance of working this out, you need to let me walk out that door right now Mason" and he looks at you, seeming to weigh the choices in front of him carefully before sighing and stepping aside.

You've just sat down when the doorbell rings a couple of times and you stare at the door as if you can see who it is that seems to have sympathy for that button. When you seem to realise you have to get up to open the door, you snort.

"Hi" you greet softly, chuckling as the girl in front of you is trying to keep the little girl in her arms from leaning over to ring the doorbell again.

"(Y/N), hey. Say hello to auntie (Y/N), no more doorbell" the little girl gives you a warm smile as the girl goes inside and sets her down.

"Nice place, you've settled in nicely" she compliments after taking a quick look around.

"Thanks"

"Does this mean you're not planning on going back to your place anytime soon?!" you roll your eyes automatically, you were actually just trying to figure out why she had come to see you. You had built up a nice relationship over the years but you were kind of avoiding everyone lately so.

"It just means I don't want to live in an empty place" you sit down on the couch as the baby girl comes to cling to your legs and you sit her on your lap happily.

"Sorry I have to ask. Did he send you?" after a few moments of silence where you engage in playing with the baby but your head always thinks back to the same thing, you have to ask.

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97 notes • Posted 2021-09-27 21:03:29 GMT

You should do one where Mason has been asked to do Gogglebox with you!!

You're not a celebrity but the content Mason posts about your relationship always has a big following on social media, which is why they ask Mason to participate on Gogglebox with you.

You think it's fun at first and agree, but inevitably you get a little anxious as you watch the staff set up cameras and lights in your living room. Mason senses this and is immediately there for you, holding you close or letting you choose what to eat so you can be distracted.

"Just be yourself" he whispers, leaving you a kiss on your cheek before the cameras turn on and your evening begins.

The first show you watch is Bake Off, and it's easy to make you laugh by making a joke or waiting for a contestant to say something to add some silliness. Your legs are on his and you're just relaxing with each passing minute, Mason's hands absentmindedly caressing you.

"Ugh I'm hungry. I just want a nice crepe full of nutella" you laugh at his comment, pushing the bowl of fruit towards him who groans though.

"You always do this. And then I have to make you something"

"Shh babe we're on TV" he smiles guiltily as you giggle going back to watching the competition where everyone is hurrying to finish in time.

The next day there's a quiz show on and you and Mason compete to see who can answer the most questions correctly, him randomly dropping in most of the answers he doesn't know while you think sometimes even losing your train of thought but still getting to the point. Him looking at you at times still in disbelief at your knowledge and all the things you manage to fit in your brain.

"I can't even hold you" he snorts the next night when you sit on the couch watching a horror movie, you cross-legged with an interested look for that movie having no particular fear. You giggle as you adjust a pillow on your lap, the one that gradually goes to be placed on Mason's legs to allow you to lie on top of him. And although you don't need to hide in his chest, you occasionally look up at his face talking to him to distract yourself.

"Don't you dare Mason Mount, there's cameras everywhere I can't kill you" a finger firmly pointed at his chest when he suddenly slipped a hand on your hip making you literally jump in surprise.

But you soon get your revenge when naked attraction is on TV and you smile to yourself as you settle on that couch next to him, not missing a second of the show. That night he's the one using the pillow, trying to cover your view with your moans in the background.

"Masee come on! I want to see, when I get another chance"

"Excuse me!" he hits you with the pillow as your laughter bursts into the room.

You're natural, just yourselves, and that's what they love about you. Seeing that Mason is so carefree and playful in the life that social can portray than in his more private life. And you had so much fun doing that, but it's enough camera time for now.

102 notes • Posted 2021-09-16 20:25:23 GMT

Fake Proposal • John Stones

I saw a video on instagram and got the idea but as usual I got carried away, writing like a 4k long piece so read it at your own risk.

"Ugh" John sighs letting himself down on the couch resting his head on your lap, one of your hands immediately going into his hair as you smile.

"Your mother again?"

"My mum again" he sighs before hiding his face in his hands and holding back a moan in his throat, "She's been breathing down my neck with the whole marriage thing. Please help me"

"How? It's not like you can pretend to have a girlfriend and propose" you state slightly but his eyes snap open staring at you.

"No" you thunder, "No John. Get that look off your face. No" you shake your head covering his eyes as he squirms managing to lock your hands between his.

"Please, please (Y/N) help me" he pleads and you're the one who has to try not to meet his gaze so you don't give in to that madness.

"They'd never believe us John, everyone knows we're friends"

"That's exactly why it might work (Y/N)!" he sits up abruptly, "if I do it with a random person it would be suspicious" his gaze is lost somewhere, his eyes move as if he's picturing everything and you can almost see the wheels of his brain in motion.

"And then how are you going to do that? Your mother wants a wedding, she won't be satisfied"

"I'll buy some time, she'll be less on my back at least for a while and then I'll think about it" he looks at you expectantly, he seems really determined even though he would never have thought such a thing until just now.

"Please (Y/N). I don't like fooling my mother like this either but if I hear again how I'm getting older and need to start a family I swear I won't answer for me anymore"

"Fine" you sigh closing your eyes, missing his surprised expression and then his big smile before he literally throws himself at you.

"John! John John John" you giggle trying to get him off you, "don't get into something bigger than you"

"I won't, don't worry"

Don't worry. Sure. He makes it easy.

John seemed to take it all lightly, just happy to get his mother and her demands off his back for a while. He'd booked a cabin in the mountains for a couple of days ready to spring into action as soon as possible, counting down the days just like kids waiting for Christmas Day to open their presents.

You must have been crazy to have agreed to help him with something like this, you kept repeating it by packing your suitcase or letting people know you wouldn't be home or waiting for him to pick you up. And then you had decided that if nothing you would enjoy that couple of days' holiday at his expense.

You look around to see if you've got everything before you leave, when John honks. He gets out of the car to help you put your bag in the boot as you close the front door, but it's only when you're both getting into the car and you've fastened your seatbelt that he leans in to leave a kiss on your cheek.

"What's all this sweetness Stonesy, are you afraid I'm going to say no?!" you tease him as he starts the car, shaking his head.

You take over the radio, spending the ride humming songs and complaining about not finding the right one and asking John if you're there.

"(Y/N) I swear, you're a pain in the ass" he sighs before turning right heading into a driveway.

"If you had told me where we were going I would have checked it out myself" you retort looking around as a few houses finally start to appear under your gaze.

"You really need to learn how to chill out" he sighs, "And anyway, we're here"

"I'm totally calm" you state getting out of the car slamming the door on purpose earning you a warning look. Men and their cars.

And you leave him to pick up the bags you brought while your eyes don't know what to look at first. The swing next to the door strikes you immediately, you've always wanted one but never had the space so you immediately rush onto it climbing the stairs waiting for your friend with a huge smile on your face.

"Come on in, let’s go pick out your room"

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108 notes • Posted 2021-08-12 18:09:18 GMT

Mason mount one where he cheated on you whilst being on a lads holiday and it comes out on the family holiday and you pretend life nothing has happened

You still struggle to understand what has happened in the last few hours. One minute you're enjoying your holiday with yours and Mason's family, the next you're locked in the bathroom crying your eyes out. Curled up under the water spray still with your clothes on, hoping with all your might that what you had learned was not true. Mason had cheated on you on his previous holiday, on the boys' holiday where he called you every afternoon to say he missed you.

After the end of the season and before you left for your family holiday, Mason and the lads had gone on a holiday of their own. To spend time together on the same side since for most of the year they were almost all against each other. As much as you would have liked to keep him all to yourself now that you could, you would have spent so much time together before the new season started and he had every right to spend time without you just as you had. Your only difference had been that you had meant every word directed at him that had come out of your mouth.

You had really missed him, holding him close again after his return from his all-male holiday had been wonderful even though it had only been a week. And then not even enough time to unpack his bags that you were on your way to a villa you'd rented for the rest of the holiday, big enough for both your family and his. They got on very well and it had been a couple of years since your holidays had become one, some arriving earlier some later, but always together.

And then you had a glimpse of that message on his phone, it had popped up out of the blue while you were using it to get directions to the restaurant you were supposed to go to that evening. Mason had tried to slip it out of your hands but it hadn't taken you long to figure it out, walking into the house quickly and trying to put as much space between you as possible. But he had stopped you and you masochistically had wanted to hear it from his lips, and boy that had hurt. The house was quiet, everyone had gone about their business and then had dinner together and the silence as you watched him trying not to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry for him had become unbearable to the point that you had gone to lock yourself in the bathroom and burst.

There was a great confusion in your head and it was pounding like hell. Why? That was the main question. Followed by how many times? And who is she? And then again, was the lads' holiday an excuse for me not to suspect? With every question that ran through your head you wanted to get up and confront Mason, but at the same time they were questions you didn't want an answer to.

When you come out of the bathroom, you don't know exactly how long afterwards, carelessly dabbing your hair with a towel but with your clothes practically attached to your body, you immediately meet Mason's gaze. You keep walking towards the dresser to grab something dry, dodging him as soon as he tries to grab you. "Don't... touch me" and you feel like crying because not even after an intense workout where he's all sweaty you've ever escaped his grasp like this.

"(Y/N) please, can we talk?"

"Go away Mason" you thunder serious with your back to him, "I don't want to ruin anyone's holiday so we'll play it cool for the time being. But don't even think about coming near me for no reason at all" a few more tears escape your control after the door to your room closes gently behind him.

You end up preparing for the evening as if nothing had happened, making sure you're busy elsewhere when Mason returns to get ready by not giving him even a second alone with you to try and start a possible conversation.

And you keep yourself busy chatting with both yours and his parents to find out what they did that day, finding out that they ended up going out together. A spark of melancholy passes through your gaze because it's obvious they get along so well and you don't know if they'll be able to stay friends if you and Mason can't get past all that.

"Are you alright sweetie?" and it certainly doesn't go unnoticed by the two older women, so you try to smile as best as you can. "Yeah, just a slight headache" just then Mason's hand at your side rests on your leg.

"Do you wanna some aspirin?" your mother is already ready to reach into her bag to grab the small box with various medicines for any situations but you shake your head stopping her, roughly shooing his hand away hidden from the others eyes and not even giving him a look.

"I'll eat something and then if it doesn't pass I'll take something"

You're more than justified for your low mood after that little lie even though after all the tears you shed you didn't really lie. The little one of the family soon collapses into Mason's arms, a small fist clenched around one of his fingers as he acts so naturally continuing to chat while occasionally casting downward glances to check on her by gently stroking her. It's hard not to look at him, you're so used to it that your gaze falls on him almost unconsciously and you just drift in and out of your bubble of love for him. Each time the realisation hurts more and more.

You manage to dodge any conversation about you and Mason, you hadn't realised until that moment how much some of the conversations you had on a daily basis were about you two. You walk back to the house in silence, everyone retreating to their rooms as you head to the back sitting in a chair and watching some lights reflect in the pool.

"You're not going to sleep?" a wavering voice comes from behind you and you bite your tongue so as not to wake everyone up.

"I'm not sleepy" you answer coldly feeling something rest on your shoulders gently a moment later.

"Just don't sleep here okay" Mason stands looking at you as your gaze is always turned in front of you then sighs and heads towards your room.

The remaining time of that holiday is spent like this, pretending in front of others and suddenly becoming strangers as soon as the rooms door is closed at night. Throwing jibes at him during the day, sleeping in another room at night. You don't want to cover for him, almost certainly everyone will find out when you get home and ask your parents if you can stay with them for a while; but you don't know what to expect from that situation yet or how to react, and you don't want other judgments to influence you before you can have your own. You need to take some time for yourself to decide and to reflect, without Mason without your parents' friendship and without the affection that has grown from day one between all of you in the mix.

You think you're a good actress but if the others have figured something out, well they are too.

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A jadon one where you go on holiday and he gets jealous at people looking at you in a bikini and you think you look bad so he has to apologise thank you xx

“Put on shorts, please” asked Jadon, glancing sideways either at your perfect body, or at the guys around, who were constantly looking back when you passed by. “And a T-shirt.”

You frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Just get dressed please” You both were on the beach in Ibiza, spending a holiday together. Jadon was so jealous when someone stared at you.

You didn’t understand his rude intonation at all, so, taking all your things, you went to your room. You thought Jadon didn’t like your body and didn’t want you to wear a bikini.

When the boy came to your room to talk to you, you were already packing your suitcase to go home.

“What are you doing?”

“Going home.”

“Why?” Jadon sat on the edge of the bed. “Can you please explain me what’s going on?

“What’s going on? It’s me who have to ask this! If you don’t like my body and my face, then say so! Why should I dress when we’re on the beach!” Tears streamed down your face and you turned away from your boyfriend.

“Baby, please forgive me” he came up and hugged you from behind. “I was just jealous. I was wrong.” He kissed the top of your head. “You look gorgeous, I just didn’t want anyone to stare at you. I was so wrong, I’m sorry” he apologized so sincerely that you believed that he was sorry and he realised everything. You turned to him and smiled. “Am I forgiven?”

“Yeah” you kissed him on the nose. “So what did you say about my body?” you stepped aside a little and looked in the mirror.

“Said it’s so perfect” Jadon chuckled, staring at you like everyone else. But one thing set him apart from others - you were only his.

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Even though Manchester City have not allowed a UCL goal in minutes, I expect them to at least concede because of Erling Haaland, who has scored 20 goals in 14 Champions League games. It is hard to argue against that stat. Johnson's take: The Germans need an encouraging performance while Pep Guardiola's side is arguably the strongest at this moment in time. You have entered an incorrect email address!

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This number depends on the quality of the league and ranges from one to four teams. Some teams have to play qualifiers to get into uefa champions league predictions for tuesday tournament, while higher-ranked teams are placed straight into the group stage.

Once the qualifiers have taken place, the group stages begin. There are eight groups in total, each made up of four teams. The teams in each group play each other twice, once at home and once away. The top two qualify for the knockout rounds. The knockout stages are as follows: round of 16, quarter-finals, semi-finals, final.

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Each match-up includes one home leg and one away leg, except for the final, which is a stand-alone match. You can check out the top scorers in the Champions League this season here. The group stage runs from 20 October to 9 December The dates for the knock-out rounds are as follows:. Our Champions League predictions will cover all these crunch matches in fantastic detail. The Champions League final will take place on Saturday 29 May lfague The match will kick-off at at UK Time. It will be held at the Ataturk Olympic Stadium in Istanbul.

Being part of the Bayern Munich side helps of course. He has article source in uefa champions league predictions for tuesday for the defending champions again this season with three goals in the group stages, including two in the away win at Red Bull Salzburg. However, he faces a battle to again be the Champions League top scorer. All of those players, bar Rashford will have the chance to add to their totals in the knock-out stages.

On five goals are Oliver Giroud of Chelsea, four of which came in the win away at Sevilla. Choose your top goal uefa champions league predictions for tuesday at Tuessday Hill. So, the scene is set therefore for a fascinating Champions League. Bayern Munich were way above the rest last season and won every game. Can they win the title again? Will Liverpool prove to be a dominant force again? All those betting opportunities to come and our team of experts will help you get some tuesdday in the months to come.

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