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emwritesfootball · 2 years

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Rooftop Tension | Jesse Lingard

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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avenirdelight · 1 year

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A False Accusation

Anyone You Like

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

⚠️ Curse words

“You don't love me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want the f*cking pain!!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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https-sonshine · 1 year

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Muy Grande

pairing : son heung-min x reader

word count : 911 words

warnings: slightly suggestive, slight cursing

authors note: hey guys this is a small draft from the fanfic i’m working on.i haven’t written in a while so i’m not quite sure if i’m doing it right. please feel free to leave constructive criticism and let me know what you guys think about it 😅

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Son watches you.

The humid summer air envelopes him and makes him clammy as he watches as you pull your shorts down. Denim stutters against your skin as sweat cling to them. With your back against the brick wall, you lift your feet to stand on tiptoes. Your cheeks look soft and shiny under the dim alleyway light. Watching you start to relieve yourself, the puddle under you grows. Something is intoxicating about the look of instant relief on your face.

Fuck. Why am I getting harder?

A night out drinking sealed his fate. He knew he should've been resting for the upcoming match. Drinking wasn't his thing. Inevitably, he had been a victim of peer pressure. He didn't expect to meet you. You were like coming up for a breath of fresh air. Underneath his cherry smile, he had been drowning in the pressure of leading his team through the world cup. He didn't want to disappoint his country. He was sure you had yet to learn who he was and that you would have no recollection of tonight's events. His thoughts wandered to your friends, your boyfriend.

What kind of boyfriend purposely tries to pimp their girlfriend out? Is there not a limit to showing off?

However, that thought left his head as soon as it knocked his mind. After all, it was none of his business. Since that dreadful drinking game, you had stuck to him like glue. Rocking back and forth uncomfortably, you tugged on his shirt sleeve.

"Preciso de urinar," she slurred.

(I need to pee)

"What"

"Urinar, o toalete," you exclaimed whilst rubbing your legs together.

(Pee, the toilet)

Toilet?

His mouth formed an O shape as the realisation hit him. He looked around, but it seemed unlikely that any English players would return soon. Son wiped his sweaty palms against his shorts and carefully pushed you two through the crowd in search of a toilet.

The familiar sight of a female stick figure caused him to exhale a breath he didn't know he was holding. He strengthened his grip on your hand and dragged you towards the long line of women.

"A linha...." you muttered, causing his eyebrows to shoot up.

(The line...)

"É muito longa, linha longa, longa," you kept repeating like a chant.

(Is too long, line long, long)

He ran his hands through his head, mouth slightly open, yet no words could come out

"Linhaa longa" you let go of his hand and pointed towards the line.

(Linee is long )

"Line too long?" he said, making you nod mindlessly.

How did he end up here? He asked himself again. Before he could start feeling sorry for himself, he noticed the pretty girl was no longer standing before him. Instead, she was stumbling toward the bar's exit. He quickly made his way towards you just in time to witness their pathetic attempt at pushing a pull door.

Cute

"A porta não abre porque" he saw you pout and squeeze your eyes shot before you pointed at the door

(The door isn't opening. Why? )

"It's a pull door," he lightly chuckled whilst pulling the door open

Her eyes bored into his. Suddenly, her face cracked into a smile.

"Muy grande" is all she said

(You're so cool)

God, what he would do just to see her smile like that again

And this is how he ended up in this humid summer air instead of the comfort of his hotel room.

At the entrance to the alleyway, he stood guard to ensure you didn't attract anyone's attention. To ensure that no creeps were doing what he was doing right now.

Despite being finished, you haven't shimmied back up the wall. Or re-put your shorts on. Son observes as you tilt your head to the side, glistening eyes meeting his gaze.

Don't be weird. Don't make this weird.

"Sorry, I'm sorry-"

"Está bem," You giggle and continue to sit there for a little while, the alcohol in your system making your brain sluggish.

(It's okay)

"Merda, eu estou perdido"

(Shit, I'm wasted)

"Your pants are not on," he quickly says before turning around, which causes you to look back down at your bare legs encased in shorts. He hears a muttered "Merda" from behind him, which prompts him to turn around as your hands clumsily pull the sides up, underwear and all. You don't even button them before standing back up in such a shaky manner that Son extends a hand to you for support.

As you start strolling out of the alleyway, he can't help but notice your panties poking out from above your waistband

"Wait, wait!" He shouts, "Button your shorts first," grasping your arm to stop you.

You waste too much time fumbling with the zipper and button before giving up and letting your hands drop to your sides.

"Voce nao fala portugues voce?" she mumbled before biting her lip.

(You don't speak Portuguese, do you?)

"Can't," you hiccup, "do it for me."

Son hesitates before coming up from behind you. Your panties are twisted and sitting high on your hips as a result of how forcefully you shoved them up. The front of the shorts are entirely exposed and barely holding on.

The warmth of your body pressed against his only made him harder, his shaky fingers not taking long to push the button through.

His hands drop, and he slowly moves from behind you, scared he's made you uncomfortable. You turn around, closing the gap between you two, faces close, sparkly eyes smiling at him with an emotion he can't make out.

"I-"

"The others must be wondering where we are," you say before remaking your way out with faltering steps.

Completely unaware of what you've just done to him.

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threelionsgirl · 2 years

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girls things | jadon sancho + marcus rashford

request: "heyy pls can u write a long imagine about when hope jesses kid gets her period when hanging out with jadon and marcus and they don’t know what to do so they comfort her whilst they call reader for help..? tysm" warnings: none word count: 1165 notes: requests are closed! masterlist

"That's not working." Marcus said to Jadon.

The two of them were standing outside the ladies' room of an ice cream parlour that they had decided to go to for a walk with Hope. It was being a nice day, until little Lingard started to get a little weird and locked herself in the bathroom.

At first, the Manchester United boys just thought she was too tight to pee, but they started to get worried about her taking so long. The two really treated Jesse's little girl like a niece and always took her out for walks when they could.

"Hope, for God's sake, you need to tell us if something is going on so we can help you." Jadon tried once more, knocking on the door, but silence remained.

"We should go in." Marcus suggested.

"We can't go in the ladies' room, Rash!"

"Then what the hell are we going to do? Jesse will kill us if anything happens to Hope."

"She just went into the bathroom, nothing that serious could have happened, right?" Jadon pondered. The two were startled when they finally heard the girl's scream from the other side of the door.

"I'm bleeding!!!" They widened their eyes, desperation starting to creep in, imagining the worst things in the world. She could have slipped and hit her head on the sink or else cut herself with something they had forgotten inside.

"What the f-" Marcus stopped himself from saying the swear word, "Hope, are you okay?"

"Okay, little girl, stay calm, we're coming in."

"NO!" Her scream stopped Jadon from turning the knob. "Don't come in."

"We need to get in so we can help you."

"No!" she denied once again and Jadon and Marcus looked at each other in doubt as to whether or not they should override her consent.

"Okay, just tell us, why are you bleeding?" Jadon tried, maybe it was no big deal. She was lucid and talking to them, which was good.

"I… I don't know." She spoke loud enough for them to hear, the answer only made Jadon and Marcus more confused and worried.

"God, Jesse is never going to let us go out with her again." Rashford said to Jadon. "We should get someone to help us."

"Who? "Jesse wasn't an option at that moment even though he was the father and if Hope didn't want the two of them to come in, people she had known since she was a little kid, it wasn't possible to ask a stranger. They stared at each other for a few minutes and seemed to think of the perfect person, so they spoke at the same time, "Y/N."

Then Marcus pulled out his mobile and started calling the girl.

"Hope, just tell us it's not your head that's bleeding." Jadon wanted to make sure.

"It's not my head."

"Less bad." He said, and they both stood there by the door waiting.

Y/N appeared minutes later, she tried to be as quick as possible after Marcus had stressed so many times how urgent it was.

"What the hell is going on here?" she asked as she entered the ice cream parlour and approached them. The boys disentangled themselves from the wall and sighed.

"Y/N! Thank God!" Spoke Rashford holding her shoulders and shaking them a little.

"What's the matter with you guys? And why did I have to come so quickly? Where's Hope? Lingard said you guys went out together today." She asked, looking around for the little girl, until she realised they were in front of the door to the girls' bathroom.

"So… She's in the bathroom and won't come out." Jadon explained. "And she doesn't want to let us in either. We thought you might have better luck."

"She's bleeding!"

"She what-" Y/N's eyes widened at what Marcus said, but it took her only a few seconds to join all the dots. A girl bleeding in a bathroom and not wanting help from anyone male could only mean one thing. "Oh sure. You two are so clueless. Give me some space." She laughed and Jadon and Marcus walked away, rolling their eyes. Calling them idiots was Y/N's favourite thing to do.

Y/N approached and knocked three times on the door before speaking. "Hey, Hope, it's me, Y/N. Can I come in?"

She waited a few seconds and Hope answered. "Y/N?"

"Yeah, honey, it's me, Uncle Marcus called for me to come and help you, are you okay, can I open the door?"

"Yes, but only you."

The sound of the lock opening echoed through the room, Y/N opened the door and walked into the bathroom. She found Hope curled up and sitting on the floor, knowing exactly what she had to do.

When they came out of the bathroom, Y/N at first refused to speak, the only thing Marcus and Jadon noticed was that Hope was wearing the sweatshirt Y/N took, tied around her waist and that she was fine, with no apparent sequelae. They called Jesse and dropped Hope off at home.

In the car, Jadon, who was in the driver's seat, looked at Y/N in the passenger seat. Marcus was in the back and leaned forward to elicit answers from the girl, they were still very confused.

"So, are you going to tell us what happened? Because I don't know Jad, but I was pretty worried."

"I was too." Said Jadon starting the car. "And scared. Really scared of Jesse."

Y/N laughed. "It was no big deal, Hope was on her period." The boys opened their mouths and shook their heads, that explained a lot, "I didn't want to say when we left the bathroom so as not to embarrass her further."

"Oh shit, she could have told us!"

"She was embarrassed, Marcus!" Exclaimed Y/N turning back. Jadon slapped his hand on her arm indicating for her to put on her belt and Y/N rolled her eyes. Those two were so protective. "And she was a bit colicky and out of pads. I gave her some and some medicine too to ease the pain."

"She shouldn't be ashamed of us, we're her uncles long before she was born."

"You may even know her since she was a little baby, but she's still a girl, and you're still two stupid boys." Y/N and Marcus and Jadon made a fake face of indignation at the comment. "It's super normal for her to not want to share some things with you guys, but this whole being ashamed thing is just a phase, we women are structurally taught to be ashamed and want to hide our menstrual period."

"Hm…" Marcus muttered. "Right, so, Jad, write it down: next time we're going out with Hope we're going to need to stop by a pharmacy first."

"Why a pharmacy?"

"To buy medicine, hot bags and pads." He replied proud of his future plan and Y/N rolled her eyes imagining the scene. Jadon and Marcus were clueless, they could buy 50 packs of pads and dump them all over Hope.

"Don't do that, for God's sake!" She laughed. "Hope will never want to go out with you again."

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valentinajadehill · 1 year

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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

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lfcthelovesofmylife · 2 years

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My Opinions on the England NT players

Luke Shaw -

literally looks like he’s 15 and 35 at the same time in some pictures. To this day I don’t know how old he actually is. Have not seen him play a single Man U match this season (i don’t like Man U so i don’t watch their matches but still). Does he still play football? I don’t know. Good goal against Italy so i have to give him some praise for that but i genuinely don’t know anything about him.

Mason Mount -

I cannot lie, I think I fell in love with him the moment I saw him. If love at first sight exists I think this is it. I would do anything for this man. He looks like he’d sit with you on a bench in your school gym and let you cry on his shoulder (defo not based on real life experiences). What more can I say about him? I would burn the world down for him and then jump off of a cliff if he asked me to. 10/10 especially after missing his pen in the FA cup final. He did that for me xx

Trent Alexander-Arnold -

Also the sexiest mf I’ve ever seen. Assist king. He seems like a bitch sometimes but I still love him. Does look like if you were nice to him he’d be nice back. Very proud of his achievements. Do just want to find him and give him a massive hug sometimes. I like the new haircut much more. It’s grown on me, he better not change it or some sorry words will be said. Hope he gets picked for the next England matches but I don’t want him to get injured because I’m not mentally stable enough to deal with that.

Tyrone Mings -

Literally the height of a fucking tree. He’d absolutely destroy me and my five foot two self with just a push. Quite scared of him but at the same time he looks like he’d invite me in for a cuppa and a few biscuits if I was walking past his house in the pouring rain. Probably has a kind soul but I wouldn’t want to get on the bad side of him.

Kyle Walker -

Kind of reminds me of a pigeon. I don’t know why, he just seems to have that familiar blank stare. Looks like he’d bark at you for stealing his sandwich in Tesco’s which he never actually bought. Do find him quite funny but that might just be when he’s with John. Overall I wouldn't particularly want to be besties with him.

Jesse Lingard -

Absolute icon. JLingz. Has the most adorable daughter, she’s so precious. Easily one of the funniest players in the game. I can already tell we’d be best friends. Especially love him after the reports that he got into a scrap with Hazza Maguire. Deserves the world. I hope I get to meet him one day.

Marcus Rashford -

Looks like a kind man. Don’t know if we’d get along because we’d fight over who’s Jesse’s better friend. Can already tell he’d try and make me a home-cooked meal if I ever said I was hungry. Would no doubt constantly try to give me food. I’d have to convince him he’s actually a good footballer because Ralf never plays him in matches. Looks like he’d get very emotional sometimes.

Jack Greasy…I mean Grealish -

Don’t like him because he’s a bit of a bellend but I have to admit he’s extremely funny. Doesn’t seem like he has a single brain cell left so it would probably be very difficult to have an actual conversation with him. I salute his girlfriend for putting up with him. I could probably drive better than him. I don’t have my driver’s licence.

Hazza Maguire -

Absolutely terrified of him. Would probably tell me to go back to my own country. If I saw him begin to walk towards me I’d run the other way. He’d try and fight me because I’d tell him he’s a shit footballer. Nothing more to say. Traumatises me just thinking about it.

Jude Bellingham -

Absolute sweetheart in my opinion. Looks like he’d protect you from all those creepy guys at a house party or club. Would definitely cover your drink if you had to go somewhere for a quick second. Seems like a lovely guy. Want to see more of his personality on the England youtube channel.

Jordan Pickford -

Hate him but at the same time I love him. He’s so funny and for what. Suddenly manages to bring out all the skills for England but he’s horrendous for Everton. Might just be because it’s Everton. I do want to punch him sometimes. Wouldn’t be surprised if someone from the team already has.

Phil Foden -

Looks like a prick. He always looks like he’s going to complain about something. Would not be able to stand the guy for a single second. He just looks annoying. I see him on my tv and immediately change the channel. Every time I see his face I want to punch it.

Jordan Henderson-

DILF. He is the definition of a gentleman. Looks like he’d hold the door open for you if he saw you walking down the corridor. Just seems like the best person to work with. Has an absolute heart of gold. Would sell my soul for him 100%. The best captain in the Premier League. In my opinion he should be captain of England but Gareth doesn’t like Liverpool players. I know he’d give me a whole motivational speech if I told him I was going to give up on my education. He’d 110% hold you in his arms while you cried for a whole hour.

Ben Chilwell -

Looks a bit like a Lego man. He has a very square head and I don’t know how to feel about it. He has some of the stupidest tattoos I’ve ever seen but in all fairness he’s a good player. Just don’t support some of the things he’s done (but I won’t go into that). Does look like a massive weirdo. Would probably be a bit scared of him when he’s drunk.

Raheem Sterling -

Runs a bit like a dinosaur. Very good player just don’t like the fact he left Liverpool for City. The only good thing about that is the fact that he’s managed to get a decent trim now. Arguably one of the best players in the England squad but i’m still holding a grudge against him.

Hazza Kane -

Looks like he might call me a racial slur. I would 100% be able to absolutely hammer him in a fight. Don’t really like him at all. How are you captain of your national team if you can’t even be captain of Spurs. SPURS. It’s just a bit embarrassing on his behalf.

Reece James -

As I said previously, he looks like he’d absolutely batter you in a fight but he’d also give you a really good hug if you were sad. Reminds me of a teddy bear. Seems like he’d have a bit of a short temper, but as long as you were his friend you wouldn’t be in danger. If you weren’t, good luck to you (RIP).

Jadon Sancho -

Proper joke man. Again, I’d be best friends with him because I think we have a very similar sense of humour. Would no doubt annoy every single member of the team. We’d be banned from seeing each other because we’re too annoying together. Is he okay? I haven’t seen him play in a long time.

Declan Rice -

My boyfriend’s best friend. We’d also be best friends. There are too many funny players in this squad, but this guy is my absolute favourite of them all. His rendition of ‘Ice, Ice, Baby’ brought tears to my eyes. Should be the new national anthem. Extremely happy he’s got a much better trim now. Does need a bit of a tan though, he looks ghostly white sometimes. He should ask Mason where the best tanning beds are.

Kalvin Phillips and Kieran Trippier -

Had to put these two together because I genuinely have no opinion of them. Literally who are they.

Bukayo Saka -

Looks like such a nice guy. The type of guy you’d bring home to meet your parents. Would offer you popcorn if he saw you around, and would always ask how you’re doing and actually mean it. Wins the award for ‘Nicest Guy’. Don’t understand how anyone could not like him. Would probably cry with you while you’re crying.

John Stones -

Perfect name for him tbh. Looks like he’s stoned half the time. He’d probably punch the Hazza’s for calling you a racial slur. Would be the best person to get drunk with, he’d probably try and give you (really bad) relationship advice and then convince you to sing Valerie by Amy Winehouse with him. Overall a decent guy, only downside is that he plays for City.

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Trust issues - Jesse Lingard

Warnings: angst(fluff ending), jealousy, brief mention of making up with sex

Summary: In which Jesse thinks reader is cheating on him because she’s been working a lot more

Jesse Lingard x female!reader

English is not my first language!

Jesse was desperate at the moment.

You were supposed to be at home at 6 pm, it was 9 pm currently and still no signal of you. You had sent him a message telling him that you would be arriving at 7 or 8 because of all the work that you had, but then you didn’t send him anything to let him know that you would be more delayed. He had called you a minimum of 25 times and not even a response. Besides, you had started to be distant with him, arriving home later than usual and with your hair made a mess, just kissing him as a good night and going to sleep, not sending him more of your ‘good luck, baby’ or ‘have a good day, baby!’ texts and last but not least, you hadn’t said ‘i love you’ for a while.

The thoughts of what could be happening to you were killing Jesse. You didn’t love him anymore? You weren’t interested in continuing the relationship after 3 years that he considered the bests of his life?

He had told this issues to his friends and one of them made him think that you might be cheating on him. That friend of his had a partner that cheated on him and they had started behaving just like Jesse had described you were doing. That was about 5 days ago and Jesse didn’t want to believe him, but the coincidences of behaviour were big. It was consuming his head the fact that you had started behaving so odd that he stopped trusting you and instead of asking you if anything was wrong, he just got to his own conclusions. He got to the point of starting searching on your Instagram for people that you could be cheating on him with. And the stuff that he found didn’t help either. He saw that one of your childhood friends had been commenting a lot on your posts and that you had been answering him with hearts and everything. Besides, he knew that he had moved recently near your place and that he wanted to see you. His jealousy increased a bit more every time he saw a like or a comment from your ‘friend’.

He was in bed overthinking and sulking again when he heard the front door being opened, he quickly got up and ran downstairs to finally talk this with you. You heard footsteps and turned your head to smile at your boyfriend. But he didn’t have that happy face that he would always have when you arrived, instead he had his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes didn’t shine like they would usually do.

“Hi, baby. I’m sorry if I woke you up, I tried to be as silent as possible.” You smiled up at him due to you thinking that he was mas because you had woken him up. He didn’t return the smile though and instead his frown deepened. You were the one to frown this time. It was already strange that he didn’t start hugging and kissing you the moment he saw you and now he was not smiling like he would always do.

“We need to talk.” Was everything he uttered not even looking at you.

“Yes, of course. Let’s sit down”. You two sat down in the table and you looked at him so he could tell you the problem.

Jesse stayed silent, carefully choosing his words.

“You have been distant.”

“Yes, I know. I’m sorry, it’s not like I want to but I’ve got a lot of work to do. I’m sorry, baby.”

He closed his eyes when you called him that, not wanting to imagine you calling other man like that.

“Yeah, I get it. But you haven’t answered my calls and you told me you would be here at 8 and it’s almost 10. Moreover, your hair is a mess and it seems that you have fooled someone.” The footballer almost whispered while looking down, still scared of seeing the lack of love for him in your eyes.

“Excuse me? Are you assuming that I am cheating on you? I’m sorry that I was delayed, it’s really a lot of work but you can’t say that I have slept with somebody because I arrived late and have a mess in my hair. There’s something called wind, you know?” You had stood up and crossing your arms in your chest to say that, not being able to believe what you boyfriend was saying.

Jesse stood up too.

“Well you are clearly cheating on me. Jake has told me that when women cheat they act just as you are doing. And I am sure it’s with that friend of yours that has moved near our house to be close to you.”

“Mark? My friend from childhood?”

“Yes, the one that was living in Italy and before you found him on Instagram and he moved here.” Jesse rolled his eyes at your effort of trying to look innocent.

“Mark moved in with his girlfriend. He was leaving in Italy with her until he got a job in here. He wanted to meet so I could meet her, because they are getting married in July and she wants to meet the people that are going to their wedding. Do you remember when I told you about a dinner that is in some days? It’s to meet them.” You couldn’t believe him. That he would dare accuse you and your friend of such things, you had told him that he was engaged and that you two were attending their wedding next month. Jesse seemed to remember when you told him that, but he was adamant to leave the argument.

“Well, maybe that is true. But, you have never worked so much and not answered me or texted me.”

“My battery died, I did send you a message about that.” You reminded him again.

“Still, you could have been sleeping with other man.”

“Jesse! I was working!”

“Why you have never worked so much! Besides, your boss loves you! She would never give you so much work.”

“I’ve been doing extra hours to be able to afford a gift for you!” His face dropped at this statement. “Not everyone earns millions per month and even if Susie loves me, she won’t pay me more if I don’t deserve it.”

The boy was stunned and speechless. He couldn’t believe that you would overwork yourself to buy him something, you knew that you could take his money if you needed to.

“But, why?” He had a look of confusion on his face.

“Because I want to buy you a gift for your birthday, and I know that it’s in December but I won’t arrive to the amount of money needed. So if I stay until this hour of the day I’ll earn enough to arrive in 7 months, now 6. I’m sorry, that I’ve been distant, I just wanted to give you what you wanted.” You sat back down and ran your hands over your face because the surprise was ruined now and due to you overworking your boyfriend had thought that you were cheating on him.

“Aw, baby.” He sat next to you and wanted to caress your back, but decides that it would be better to let you calm a bit. “I’m so sorry for thinking ghat you were cheating on me when the only thing that you were doing was to do an enormous effort to buy me a gift. I feel stupid now for even thinking that. I’m truly sorry, I can’t say much more than that, and that I love you.”

“I love you too, Jesse, but you can’t think that I haven’t been loyal to you because I’m working more, because if we thought like that you would have cheated on me countless times.”

“You are right, my love. I’m so, so, so sorry for not thinking beforehand. Can you please forgive me?” He had started caressing your hair softly and now was pouting at you.

“Only if you give me a kiss.”

Jesse cupped your face and leaned in slowly. When his lips touched yours, you sighed at his softness. He still got this reaction from you, even if you had been dating for over 3 years. You pulled away and smiled sheepishly at him, and this time he did return it.

“Let’s go to bed, princess. Maybe I can make up for my stupidity.” He smirked at you.

“By the way, what did you want to gift me?”

“The BMW 7 that you talk a lot about every time.”

His jaw dropped at your confession and he grabbed your waist to turn you around and kiss you again.

“You are the best, I’m sorry for thinking…”- Jesse scratched his head - “um, for thinking you know what.”

“Just don’t think that again, baby. And if you do, please don’t talk with your friends and just tell me straight away.”

“I will, I promise. I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologising, Jesse! I’ve already forgiven you!”

“You right, I’m- nothing, nothing.” He raised his hands in innocence. “I’ll make it up, I swear!”

Heyy! I hope that you enjoyed this little angst!<33

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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.

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footballerimaginess · 1 year

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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.

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hendolish · 2 months

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England NT Fic Recs ♡

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

Jack Grealish/Jordan Henderson

melt by inlovewithnight (8k)

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

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

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

Calm Before The Storm by preachingdoll (6k)

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

best worst behaviour by Bellelaide (25k)

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

♡

John Stones/Jordan Pickford

Sun City AU by Bellelaide (series, 40k)

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

Ice Melts by Bellelaide (7k)

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

Helping Hand by slatkomore (14k)

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

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

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

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Jack Grealish/John Stones

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

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

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Ben white/Aaron Ramsdale

happy together by foxholecourts (1k)

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

watching you watching me by foxholecourts (2k)

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

sweettalker by Anonymous (5k)

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

I’m Not In Love by ceraunophilex (1k)

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

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Jordan Henderson/Trent Alexander-Arnold

Shake Me Into the Night by orphan_account (17k)

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

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Jude Bellingham/Reece James

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

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

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Dele Alli/Eric Dier

In This World Of Ours by dierdele (53k)

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

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Marcus Rashford/Jesse Lingard

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

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

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

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

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Harry Kane/Gareth Southgate

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

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

wished by orphan_account (23k)

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

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A Little Bit Of Jealousy

Jesse Lingard

Jesse is jealous and she knows it’s because she got too close with her best friend at a party. [Requested]

She knew that Jesse wasn’t pleased. That pout on his face could be noticed from metres away. She didn’t know that Jesse was the type to get easily jealous, but well, you learn new things every day.

The thing was, it had been long since she wasn’t single anymore, since that day Jesse suddenly confessed his love and asked her to be his girlfriend, which she’d said yes to. Sometimes she just forgot the fact that she was dating someone. She hadn’t been dating for quite a while—had gotten a little bit too comfortable being single—so she was easing herself into her new dating life.

Sometimes she forgot that she couldn’t get too friendly or too comfortable anymore with her long-time best friend, Marcus.

You know the friendly gestures—forearm holding, side hugging, a light slap on the arm when the other person was telling a good joke. She was just used to all that with Marcus because they had been friends since forever. He was someone she always felt comfortable with and that was exactly the problem for Jesse.

They had been at Jadon’s birthday party. She and Marcus had been in the living room with some friends and other guests, chilling and hanging out, whilst Jesse had gone to get her some drink. When he came back, she had been laughing at Marcus' joke, hugging his arm because the joke had been genuinely funny. Jesse had seen the scene and it hadn’t pleased him, hence the pout on his face for the rest of the party. The car ride home had been awkward too, making her realise that she had done something wrong.

“I know you’re upset.” She decided to speak up the next day, as she stood in the middle of her living room. “And I might have figured out why.” She bit the bottom of their lips. “You don’t like the way I’m around Marcus. I got too comfortable with him yesterday at the party and it upset you.”

Jesse didn’t answer for a moment, didn’t even meet her gaze, as he threw himself on the long couch. He let out a long sigh and got his phone out of his pocket, immediately started scrolling. “It’s fine… He’s your best friend…”

“He is. But you’re my boyfriend and… You have the right to be jealous.”

“Jealous?” Jesse chortled, his eyes darted up and met hers. He looked like he was surprised by her statement that almost felt like an accusation.

“Are you not jealous?”

Jesse only shrugged and turned his attention back to his phone. “I don’t know,” he said. “Why would I be jealous of your best friend?”

“Because you’re my boyfriend?” She repeated, stating the obvious. She sat down beside him on the edge of the couch, placing a hand on his thigh. “You could still be jealous even though Marcus is my best friend.”

She playfully tugged the sleeve of his jumper, trying to get his full attention. And it worked because Jesse immediately dropped his phone.

“Right, okay, I am jealous.” Jesse sighed again. “But I feel like I’d upset you if I asked you to, you know, tone it down a bit with Marcus. I respect you guys, I don’t want to ruin your friendship and make it weird between all of us.”

She tugged the corners of her lips into a faint smile. Her stomach fluttered a bit from the fact that Jesse was indeed jealous.

“Aaand, you’re smiling,” Jesse commented. “You’re actually enjoying this, aren’t ya? Were you doing everything on purpose? To make me jealous?”

“I swear I’m not!” She denied, shaking her head. “I’m just… Glad to know that you care about my friendship with Marcus. Not gonna lie, it means a lot to me. Some guys won’t even let their girls have male friends, you know.”

“I’m fine with it.” Jesse shrugged, slightly jutting out his bottom lip. “I’m just jealous of how comfortable you are with him. I mean… Sometimes I feel like you’re being shy with me, or like you’re holding back, and– I just wish that you feel as comfortable with me. You get me?”

She nodded, more like in agreement because to be honest, Jesse wasn’t way off. “Yeah, I know. And I’m sorry but I’m still getting used to everything, getting to know you better, you know what I mean? I need a little bit more time.”

Jesse sighed as his hand travelled to her waist and rested there. “Hey, no pressure, yeah? Take your time. Forget about it, I shouldn’t even be jealous–”

“Okay, I need to stop you right there,” she cut him off, leaning forward so she slightly rested her body on top of him, tapping her hand on his chest. “No pressure, I know. But seriously, though, you have the right to be jealous. You’re cute when you do.”

Jesse chuckled as he shook his head, his whole shoulder shook. “See? I knew you were secretly enjoying it! Now come here.”

Jesse shifted on the couch and made some space for her. She laid beside him and instantly snuggled up to him, as he wrapped his arms around her. He planted a kiss on her forehead, drawing a faint smile on her face.

The boys she’d used to date never liked her friendship with Marcus. They’d always gotten overly jealous and it had been unbearable for her. But she could handle a little bit of jealousy—Jesse’s jealousy was completely fine. It was even better to know that Jesse respected her too and she would try her best to do the same.

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Ten Hag the liar and hypocrite: “Cristiano remains an important part of the squad”

🗣Ten Hag when asked if he thought Ronaldo would stay for the rest of the campaign, and if that was what he wanted (21.10.) “Both. It is for this game and then we continue. It's a strike. As we said in the statement, Cristiano remains an important part of the squad and I count on him for the rest of the season.”

Graeme Souness is spot on in his Daily Mail column: “Look what Manchester United have reduced Cristiano Ronaldo to - it's so sad!”

It’s a desperately sad situation that Cristiano Ronaldo finds himself in. Here is a player who has taken Manchester United to the heights and scored goals for them which will live long in the memory — yet look what that club have reduced him to.

What we saw at Old Trafford when the team played Tottenham on Wednesday night was a player plainly angry, upset and deeply frustrated — stuck on a substitutes’ bench while players he will rightly consider himself superior to were out on the field.

For a player as hugely competitive as him, that will have been agony. An experience he will never have imagined himself facing. I have to say that I can understand how he feels.

This is a situation entirely of United’s making. A problem they just didn’t need to create. Erik ten Hag has made some bold and courageous decisions, trying to instil discipline and unity. But how did he think this situation with Ronaldo was going to work? How did he think the player was going to respond to being asked to sit on a bench, run up the touchline doing warm-ups, only to remain redundant and unused, with the cameras trained on his every facial expression?

People should only be talking about that performance against Tottenham but instead it is this. Ten Hag and United have shot themselves in the foot and not helped themselves one bit.

For Ronaldo to have refused to come on to the pitch when requested by Ten Hag is clearly something the manager cannot accept. Such a fundamental breach of the team ethic is the first step on a road to ruin.

But it is not hard to imagine how the conversation went between the two of them when changes were being made and he was asked to go on after 87 minutes, to run down the clock. A three-minute role at the dog-end of a 2-0 win is an indignity that this player will not have expected to be reduced to.

Every player must be ready to play, however great or small the role, but I do think there has to be particular consideration for Ronaldo, given his position in the game and his contribution to it.

He told United before the start of the season that he wanted to go. He made no pretence about that. What has ensued is much like Jesse Lingard’s treatment by the club last season, only on a far greater scale. United could have sold Lingard to West Ham in January, chose not to and then didn’t use him.

If I was Ten Hag, I would be concerned about having Ronaldo around the place because if you are not going to use him, you know he’s going to have a voice in the dressing room. That’s certainly not conducive to a harmonious working environment.

The communication between manager and player is clearly not what it should be and despite what happened on Wednesday, I think it is incumbent on United to do better by him. To go to whatever lengths necessary not to humiliate the man in such a way.

He will certainly feel he is not being shown any respect, in what is without doubt the worst period of his career. He is being tested in a way he would never have expected, at the twilight of his playing days.

He seemed to reflect that in the statement he put out on Thursday night. These seemed to be the words of a man genuinely taking responsibility for his actions, rather than running from them. He was in at 8.30am to train with the Under 21s on Friday.

But if the current situation persists and he is put through more of these indignities on the substitutes’ bench, his behaviour could continue to be off. And that could lead to what I think will be the worst outcome of all this: that United’s supporters will remember him for what’s happening during the rest of this season, or at least for as long as he is kept in Manchester, rather than those golden years and brilliant goals.

If this continues, United will end up destroying Ronaldo’s legacy. The least the club owe him is not to allow that to happen. To stop putting him through this

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trentsixtysix · 1 year

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Can we just talk about how there’s no concern whatsoever for players’ mental health like wtf imagine all the players that will need rehabilitation when they retire. Ffs these players never signed up for this like they decided to be footballers when they were like 5,6 and 7 like they didn’t know that they’d be getting all this hate alongside their dream like I get it they’re paid a lot of money and blah blah blah but still they’re people at the end of the fucking day. Imagine being 21,22,23 and literally having to face the internet being against you for making a mistake during a game and you can’t even say anything back because you have to be professional like it’s just a fucking game, footballers are more robotic and calculated and can’t even be themselves because people have a lot to say. Like honestly it’s just sickening what they have to go through I can’t imagine the anxiety they feel if they make a mistake on the field knowing that it’ll be turned into a meme and will be trending all over the internet. I get club rivalry and shit but constantly bullying a player because he doesn’t okay for your team is just low and trashy. I can’t even find anymore words to say this whole thing just makes me so angry. And it’s crazy because they literally get zero support. Jesse Lingard was literally bullied for THREE fucking years and no one said shit, Harry Maguire is also being constantly bullied, Sancho and now Trent(like the guy barely talks he just minds his business and drinks his red bull) the hate is becoming so constant that everytime I see a post with him in it I don’t even read the comments because I know exactly what’s in there. Sorry for the rant btw

Nah you’re so right it’s a joke. And the same people bullying them are gonna be reposting them everywhere and talking about men’s mental health when it goes too far god forbid. Lingard was treated terribly I think he talks ab it in his documentary which I need to watch + maguire has had it sooooo bad too. It’s gone on for years by fans of his own club 😧 everywhere I see him there’s someone attacking him not only for his ability (which I get because you’re allowed to have opinions on football) but they’re attacking his looks and other shit too?? The nicknames they’ve given him are all sad and I get it’s banter sometimes but it’s to the point where it’s just straight up bullying now 🤷‍♀️ don’t even get me started on Trent because I won’t be able to stop, everytime he plays or posts summet I get so anxious because I know he’s gonna be ripped to shreds, not about his football ability again because constructive criticism is always welcome but just little nasty comments/memes where they can find any chance to pick him apart 💔 people seriously need to do better and I’m glad sanchos erased his Instagram for whatever reason so people can realise what they’ve done.

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threelionsgirl · 2 years

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heyy pls can u write a long imagine about when hope jesses kid gets her period when hanging out with jadon and marcus and they don’t know what to do so they comfort her whilst they call reader for help..?

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done! read here

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inpursuitofmeaning · 2 months

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March 13th, 2024

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

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

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

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

#the life and times of emily #nothing new

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