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football-and-fanfics · 1 year

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Mumbles - Jordan Henderson

Who: Jordan Henderson Prompt: Talking in their sleep Requested by: anonymous Warnings: mentions of being worried

You knew Liverpool's shaky start to this Premier League season bothered Jordan. He was on edge, a bit downcast, and you'd never had him sleep so restless beside you as the past nights. Tonight Jordan went to bed an hour earlier than you. He didn't do this often, and it proved to you once more that he wasn't quite feeling at his best. You let him, though. If he felt he needed the extra rest, you weren't going to stop him

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It was around 10.30 p.m. when you went up to your bedroom as well. You switched on only the tiniest of lights and were being very quiet to hopefully not wake Jordan up.

"No, I can't... I can't..."

You startled from Jordan's sudden groaned words. For a moment you feared you had woken him up after all, but soon realized he was in another one of his restless slumbers. "Sweetie," you said softly. Jordan groaned a few incoherent words, stirring under the covers, but didn't wake up. "We'll do better," he mumbled, sounding tormented, "I promise we'll do better."

You didn't like seeing Jordan like this. It made you sad to see him so upset over Liverpool's form, although it showed how much he cared for the club.

"Babe..." You gently lay down next to him. Jordan lay on his back, fitfully rolling his head and muttering under his breath. "It's okay, calm down." You ran your hand over his bare chest. Jordan stirred once more, before slowly opening his eyes. "You were talking in your sleep," you whispered. Jordan sighed miserably, covering his face with his hands. "I'm not even surprised about that." The worry over the team's current form was almost tangible in him now.

"Come here." You opened your arms, inviting him to snuggle into them. Jordan didn't need asking twice, and immediately moved into your embrace.

He lay with his head against your chest, allowing you to lovingly stroke his hair. "If I start talking in my sleep again, will you wake me up?" The words almost sounded like a quiet plea for help from him. You pressed a soft kiss into his hair an tightened your embrace around him, hating the fact that he felt this bad. "Of course I will."

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percervall · 1 year

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what if I love you?

Player: Jordan henderson Words: 870 Warnings: Fluff Request: Receiving flowers - Maybe one where the Reader is a younger physio who doesn't think he notices her until he sends her flowers on Valentine's day? A/N: Asndsd i love this idea so much??? hope I did it justice!

title from Gatlin's What If I Love You?

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Seeing the vase on top of her desk made her stop in her tracks. She quickly looked around to see if the person who left them was still around, but the corridor leading to her office was empty. Dropping her keys and tablet onto her desk, she took in the bouquet. The majority of the flowers were in similar shades of pink, very close to her favourite hue, mixed with a few white and cream ones. She ran a finger over the petals of one of the peonies and felt her lips tug up in a smile. Turning the vase around she looked for a card, finding it tucked away between two roses.

“Someone’s got a secret admirer,” a voice came from the open door. She felt her cheeks heat up as her best friend and colleague Jess stood in the doorway.

“I’m sure it’s just someone being nice, I did just get my Masters in Sports Medicine,” she replied, not fully believing her own explanation. Jess hummed in a way as if to say yeah, sure. Even though they’d only been working together for six months, she and Jess had hit it off from the moment she became part of the medical staff at Liverpool.

“I doubt Klopp would send you pink flowers to congratulate you, babe. What does the card say?” She had to admit Jess had a point there. Although the Liverpool manager sometimes acted like a dad for everyone he employed, she too doubted he’d send her this type of bouquet. She slid the envelope open and pulled out the thick cardstock.

Happy Valentine’s Day! I didn’t know how to tell you in person without losing my nerve, but I’ve had a crush on you from the moment we met that day in the foyer of the AXA. Been trying to ask you out for months, but instead I’d end up making up some vague injury that needed looking at because the moment you look at me, I’m gone. So here goes: Can I take you out for dinner? Tonight maybe?

She read the card and then re-read it a second and third time, just to make sure it actually said what it said. She felt her cheeks heat up at the memory of the first time she met him. She had just joined the club and was still trying to find her way around the training grounds. Her arms had been full with supplies for the treatment room and she didn’t notice she still had one more step to go coming down the stairs. “Careful!” someone had said, as she collided against him with a tiny shriek. The boxes had fallen, but luckily he had caught her.

“S-so sorry!” she had tried to apologise, momentarily forgetting what else she was going to say when she looked in those bright blue eyes. Jordan had chuckled, making sure she was okay as his hands lingered a little longer than perhaps necessary on her waist. When his fingers brushed against hers as he handed her the fallen boxes, she could’ve sworn she felt a spark of something pass between them. And this remained in the weeks and months that followed. They’d steal glances at one another when they thought the other wasn’t looking, hands would linger a little longer than needed when hugging or when she treated his injuries. She thought it had all been in her head, but now to see it written quite literally in black and white, it took her a while to let it sink in that all this time he had felt the same way.

“You okay?” Jess asked, pulling her from her thoughts. She blinked, trying to clear the fog of memories.

“Y-yeah. Sorry, I have to go,” she mumbled and left her office, still clutching the note to her chest. She made her way down the corridor and saw the team was wrapping up training. Pulling on her puffer coat, she walked outside. Nervous butterflies settled in the hollow of her chest as she spotted the Liverpool captain. She swallowed hard and kept walking until she was almost in front of him.

“Hey,” she said, fidgeting with the note.

“Hey,” Jordan echoed, cheeks flushed. She wondered whether that was just because of the cold.

“I-.. Thank you. F-for the flowers I mean. How did you know peonies are my favourite?” Jordan shrugged. “I might’ve overheard you mention it to Jess once,” he said quietly, not quite meeting her eyes now. She was quiet for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. She had not thought this through when she left her office.

“Also found your note,” she all but whispered, looking down at her hands that were fidgeting with the folded piece of cardstock.

“You did?” She nodded, meeting his eyes. He looked at her, eyes full of hope.

“To answer your question, yes. Yes, I’d like that very much.” The smile that tugged at his lips squeezed her heart. He brushed his lips against her cheek, making her stomach fill with butterflies.

“Pick you up at 7?” he asked. She nodded, skin burning where his lips had touched.

“Great,” Jordan said, grinning now, “It’s a date.”

She couldn’t wait.

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footballffbarbiex · 1 year

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Come On Baby, Light My Fire.

player: Jordan Henderson words: 607 request: Jordan - 250 - 500 - She - Sitting by a bonfire / here take my sweater - Jordan and her spending the last day of summer (you know those late summer/early autumn days where during the day it's still mid-20s and then the temperature drops drastically at night? Ugh, love those days) with friends (Liverpool teammates, defo Virgil and Robbo I'd say) and them having a bonfire in the evening. She hadn't counted on spending the whole day at their friend's house and didn't bring a jumper or coat so Jordan offers her his jumper/sweater <3

She sat and watched as Andy gathered wood, comparing himself to a modern day lumberjack while Virgil arranged it, thoroughly disagreeing with the Scotsman about his second choice in career. Jordan supervised the two as he placed rocks around the wood pile, and made sure that the two grown ass men he was made to work with wouldn’t start a bicker-turned-fight.

No-one else around her wishes to step in between their fun spat and she can’t blame them. Their ribbing one another is playful but some of the teasing certainly has an underlying layer of I’m just kidding…but also not really. She fell into easy and light conversation with some of the other girlfriends and their mutual friends as the men continued their verbal pissing contest. Occasionally, Jordan will come and stand behind her, fingers pressing into the muscles of her shoulders in a way that makes her close her eyes and sigh happily. He’ll press a kiss to her head before having to move on and help finish getting things ready for dinner. It may not be much but she appreciates the small contact from him.

With their bellies full, a happy buzz in their system from the beer and wine that they’ve sipped throughout dinner, the group makes their way outside. The evening air is just starting to turn from the warm afternoon of mid twenties to a cooler closer to 10 than 20 degrees. The skyline is awash with pastel shades as dusk begins and with it, a coolness creeps in as the temperatures drop. Jordan is the only one of the group who they trust with the firelighters, the balled up pieces of paper and starting the fire itself.

He’s kneeling before it, using one of the long electric lighters to try and catch the paper alight which will hopefully begin to burn away at the lighters beneath the pile. Slowly, he progresses around a quarter of the makeshift fire pit, carefully lighting each easy to light piece until it begins to take hold. Hot flames begin to lick up the dry pieces of wood and fallen branches, leaving behind a darkened and charred surface. Try as she might, she cannot keep the grin from spreading over her face as Andy serenades Light My Fire to the group, refusing to stop until everyone has joined in or the song finishes - whichever comes first.

It’s not until Jordan sits back down beside her that he notices the way she shudders as his arm touches hers. “Are you ok?” he asks as her hands rub up and down her arms and it’s only now that Jordan realises how chilly she looks as goosebumps erupt over her skin.

“Yeah, I think that cold air has just gone through me a little.” She gives a small laugh. “It took feeling how warm you are from being next to the fire to notice the difference.”

“Here, take my sweater.” He moves instinctively, tugging it up and over his head before she can complain. He turns to look at her and offers it.

“I didn’t realise we’d still be here or I’d have brought something for this evening.” she explains, her fingers closing around the fabric. “Thank you. I don’t want you being cold now though.”

“I’m fine. It’s you that I worry about. Can’t have you catching a cold now, can I?” he grins at her, pulling her closer by wrapping his arm around the back of her and resting it on her waist. She needs no further encouragement to lean her head against his shoulder as the two of them sit and savour the company they’re in.

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lfc21 · 1 year

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Nativity - day 11

TW : Fluff, have children.

Names : Arlo - your sons name

Summary : It was your child's annual nativity show at his school. With many days of practising, the school was ready for you all to see the wonderful and most festive show of all.

As annually promised, the most festive and memorable show of the year was going to take place. Your child's school always put together an amazing nativity for every pupils family. This year was finally your sons class. He was going to play the star. The more the days came closer to the show, the more you couldn't wait to see your sons perfect face dressed as a gold star. Trent was more than excited. If anything, it was very unexpected. Trents mum Dianne had told you about Trents perfect performance as the star in his first appearance in his class's nativity. He was an up and coming actor by the sounds of it.

"Is it just me, or is it freezing in here?" You asked with weary eyes as you looked at Trent next to you. You had just arrived at the church where the nativity was going to be held. Herds of families were flooding through the door, leaving a cold winter draft to decorate the shoulders of everyone.

"Absolutely," Trent replied back with a laugh. His large arm snaked around your two shoulders as you both looked in front of you, waiting for it to begin. "Andy and Rachel said Rocco is the donkey," Trent added with a smile as he remembered what his teammate had told him earlier on today. Your son Arlo and Andy's son Rocco were in the same class together. Since their first day in school, the pair of them had been inseparable just like their dads.

"That so cute," you said at the thought of the little version of Andy dressing up as a donkey to carry Mary and Joseph to Bethlehem.

"Not as cute as the star! Only really talented actors play the Star, " Trent pointed out with raised eyebrows and a very smug expression. You couldn't help but laugh at his appauling act of lies falling from his mouth.

"Babe, let go of it! Your not going to be Leonardo DiCaprio, " you quickly said with a laugh as you stroked his dark hair from his face. You knew he was only joking, but you couldn't help but find amusement in the thought of Trent being a huge Hollywood actor.

As the Church started to fill up and the sound of familiar Christmas carols filled the room, the show started to come to light. Multiple classmates of your sons were walking out with huge smiles and excited eyes. As you pulled your phone out to record, Arlo came out wearing his gold outfit and styling his dads same hair. His gummy smile sent an addicting giggle to Trent's body as he tried his best to get his sons attention without screaming his name. As Trent's waves were becoming more prominent in the little boys eyes, he noticed you both sat with beaming and proud smiles. He gave you both a huge wave with both hands as he ignored everyone around him. He loved seeing you both in the crowd looking at him with such glee and joy.

"He looks so cute," you said as you admired him with such love and joy. The nativity was now in full swing, and you had received many smiles from Arlo as well as a few from Rocco.

"Like m-" Trent started

"Don't even finish that sentence, babe," you said with a laugh as you cut his words short. He sarcastically shook his head at you as he kissed your soft cheek. You were so proud of your two boys. They never failed to put a smile on your face and a laugh in your body.

As soon as the show had ended, you waited for your shining star. You couldn't wait to see just how happy he was.

"Mummy! Daddy!" you heard being yelled as he ran over to you both and hugged both of your legs. His giggles were the only thing to be heard as he embraced you both.

"You did so well, darling," you said with a smile as you watched Trent pick him up onto his strong hip.

"Thank you, mummy! I think I was a good star! even better than daddy, " Arlo explained with a laugh as he looked at his dad. Trent simply shook his head and tickled the small boy in his arms as their laughs both filled your ears. You could have listened to them both laugh until the end of time. It was just perfection. They were both your shining star no matter what.

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avenirdelight · 1 year

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A Friend?

John Stones

(ft. Jude Bellingham & Jordan Henderson)

No one ever believes it when they introduce each other as a friend. His teammates are no exception. [Requested]

John should’ve known better. No one was going to buy it when he introduced her as a ‘friend’. But he didn’t really have any choice, did he? It was the truth. They were friends, as much as he wished that they were more than just friends.

“A friend?” Jude asked almost in disbelief as he raised his eyebrows when he shook her hand. “Right. You two are friends,” he said in a teasing tone. A playful little smirk appeared on his face.

John glared at his younger teammate. They were all in the stands after the match with their friends and family. John had just been talking with her when Jude and Jordan came out of nowhere. Jude asked John to introduce him to the lovely lady. To be fair, John had mentioned her name a couple of times before in front of his teammates. Now that she was finally there, they could put the name into a face.

“What a nice friend you are, coming all the way here for John,” Jude continued. John was sure he was on a mission to tease him. “Must be a special friend then, John?”

“Manners, Jude. That’s rude,” Jordan whacked Jude on the back of his head and the lad acted hurt. Jordan then extended his hand to shake her hand and they both introduced themselves to each other. “I’m Jordan. Pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Finally? Sorry, uh… John’s mentioned me before?” The shy look that had been on her face was replaced by a look of surprise.

“He’d just been moaning about how the tea here doesn’t match his taste. Man loves his tea, doesn’t he?” Jordan glanced at John and for a second John thought that there was a mischievous look in his eyes. “He kept mentioning a name to Kyle, saying that this person makes the best tea and he missed it. Kyle thought that he actually missed the person though, not the tea.”

John shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Oh, come on. You need to go that far?”

Jordan and Jude got the same triumphant smile on their faces—John sighed in defeat and she let out a nervous giggle. Fortunately, the two lads were kind enough to let it go.

It wasn’t until they left that John found the courage to look at her. She just stood there biting her lips, her cheeks looked more rosy than before. John felt more embarrassed knowing that she was embarrassed. He was definitely going to give Jude some lessons later, and maybe, bring Dave the cat close to Jordan so Dave could give him a little scare.

“I’m sorry,” John apologised, running a nervous hand on his hair. “They can be like that sometimes.”

“It’s fine, John. I’m actually happy to see that you guys are getting along so well.”

“Yeah, imagine what I have to put up with every day.”

John caught her smile before he quickly looked away, mostly because he still felt embarrassed. They both fell silent and John could feel that it was suddenly getting slightly awkward. This was only normal, but it really wouldn’t be awkward if she was truly just a friend.

But she was never only a friend to John. He adored her—if he was asked to be honest right now, he’d say that he was really in love with her. She was the one he thought about when he woke up in the morning, the one he always wanted to tell Kyle about, the one who occupied his mind when he wasn’t thinking about football. It had been almost a year since things started blooming between them, but John had always been holding back because he knew she wasn’t looking for a relationship yet—she’d just gotten out of a serious relationship that didn’t end well—and he respected that.

“Ugh…I actually hate every time this happens, you know. This… Awkward moment.” John turned to her with slightly furrowed eyebrows, but she didn’t look back at him; she was looking far into the empty pitch. “It’s just like, funny, how everyone is surprised every time we introduce each other as friends. Like, which part of it is really hard to believe?”

John let out a nervous chuckle, unsure of how to respond to that. For some reason, he agreed. But he could also actually give her plenty of reasons right now why no one would buy it.

It was the way they looked at each other, the way they behaved around each other, and treated each other. There was something different, something special between them that was so noticeable.

“But they’re right, though.” She sighed, finally looking back at John. Her voice was low but loud enough for John to hear.

“About what?”

“About us. We’re kind of… More than friends. It’s always been that way.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah. You don’t think so?”

John shrugged. “No, sure. Sure, I do.”

John’s heart rate accelerated. All this time he’d always tried to convince himself that she felt the same way like he did—that there was something special between them—and now he’d just gotten the confirmation for it.

“Right. I mean, like, I kinda know that you’ve been giving me space, but… I feel like I’m ready to share that space with someone else.”

John couldn’t believe that they were having this conversation right here, right now. He quickly scanned his eyes around and thankfully everyone was busy with their own families and friends; his parents were engaged in a conversation with Ramsdale’s parents. John turned on his seat, facing her. He stared at her beautiful eyes and he could feel that there was something slightly different in the way she looked at him.

“Well… If you want to be more than friends, I’m up for it.”

She scoffed and then laughed, drawing a grin from John. She shook her head and stared back at John with what he believed as a fond gaze.

“That’s a very lame way to ask me to be your girlfriend, John Stones.”

“But you get the point. I can’t really take you on a date and bring you flowers now, can I?” His gaze then shifted to her hand and he confidently took it in his hand, giving it a light caress. “I promise I’ll take you on a date when we get home.”

She nodded. “Fine, okay. Uhh, I think it’s time for you to go?” They both looked around and saw his teammates started leaving. It was about time for them to go back to the hotel. “You go, then. Please pet Dave for me?”

John smiled. “Yeah, sure,” he said as they both stood up. He pulled her into a tight, warm hug and he wished that he could spend a little bit more time with her. He knew he would already miss her once he hit the dressing room. “Can I kiss you?” he whispered in her ears.

“Sure. You okay with the cameras?”

“I’m gonna make it real quick.”

“Okay.”

With one swift motion, John let her go from his embrace and gave her a quick peck on her lips; his stomach flipped when their lips met. She was rather stunned when he’d done it, a shy look was painted all over her face. She couldn’t contain the happiness so she laughed and John laughed with her.

“Okay, then. Call me when you get back?” John asked.

She nodded. John then said goodbye to her and his parents.

Everything had happened so quickly. John had just started to process everything when he walked down the tunnel. His heart was comfortably pounding in his chest and if Picks saw him right now, he’d definitely say “You look like an idiot, why are you smiling like that?”. He’d gotten the win and the girl, you’d understand why he was smiling like that.

“Here’s the thing, John.”

John felt an arm around his shoulder. It was Jude again. He looked serious this time.

“Friends don’t really kiss each other on the lips, you know,” Jude said.

John rolled his eyes and shrugged Jude’s arm off. He gave Jude a look and started to quicken his pace. “Well, that’s the thing. We’re not really friends anymore.”

Jude stopped on his track and he dropped his jaw. John wished he could have taken a picture because the boy was absolutely stunned.

“Wait— What do you mean??” He said, and John saw realisation slowly hit him. “Nah, you didn’t, mate! You didn’t!!”

John laughed in satisfaction and ran off before Jude started chasing him.

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ultimateblogfootball · 4 months

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WEEKLY TRANSFER UPDATE WEEK 2 ⚽⚽🚨

Spurs had signed Timo Werner from RB Leipzig for the remainder of the season.

Spurs are really close to sign Radu Drâgusin from Genoa but there few clubs were interesting to sign like Napoli and Bayern but it is up to him to decide on his future. 24hrs later that he decided to go to Spurs over Bayern so rebuild of the centre back has completed and as of now... Tottenham sign him as of today.

Bayern Munich are targeting Eric Dier is their back up plan and as of today he is in Munich undergoing a Medical in a cost of 3.1 million euros for the feed after the medical he signed an loan contract and now a Bayern player.

Eintracht Frankfurt have signed the loan deal for Wolves forward Sasa Kalajdzic until the end of the season

Ian Masten is now currently in Dortmund for a loan until rest of the season

Hull signed an attacking midfielder Fabio Carvalho on loan until the rest of the season.

Update on Jadon Sancho on loan move has been expected to be finalised needs to be done 24-48 hr as of today he is now home and he is now a Dortmund player.

Jordan Henderson is not happy in Saudi but few clubs in the Premier League, Celtic, PSG or Ajax are interested in Hendo.

Transfer Rumor that Dominic Slokane from Bournemouth was link to Newcastle but not confirmed yet but yet to decide.

Djed Spence is now officially a Genoa player on loan until the rest of the season.

And there you go lads I hope you like this weekly transfer round up next week I will pick a few points on the next week agenda. 🙂

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egyptiankingg · 1 year

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no i will not have hope i had hope for MONTHS now i’m heartbroken excuse me while i cry some more

DONT CRY ANON, I MADE THIS FOR YOU 🫡

THE REAL DEAL

Where jude comes to lfc

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It was a sunny day at Liverpool's training ground, and Trent Alexander-Arnold and Jordan Henderson were sitting together, scrolling through their phones and laughing. "What's so funny?" asked Jurgen Klopp, walking over to them.

"The fans on Twitter are going crazy about Jude Bellingham not coming to Liverpool," replied Trent, still chuckling. "They're all saying we missed out on him."

Klopp grinned. "Don't worry, boys. I've got this." He pulled out his phone and dialed Bellingham's number.

"Hey, Jude! It's Jurgen Klopp. I hear you're not coming to Liverpool. What's going on?" Klopp joked.

Jude laughed. "Sorry, boss. I guess I was just having second thoughts."

"Well, snap out of it, silly boy," Klopp teased. "Get your ass over to Liverpool, and we'll sign you up!"

"Okay, papa!" Jude shouted, grinning from ear to ear.

A few hours later, Jude arrived at Liverpool's training ground, and Klopp welcomed him with open arms. They sat down together, and Jude signed the contract to officially become a Liverpool player.

Just as the news broke, Pep Guardiola was sitting in his office, scrolling through his phone. When he saw the announcement, he flew into a rage. He ripped all of the pictures of him and Klopp off his walls and threw them in the bin.

"Those Liverpool scoundrels!" he muttered to himself. "They always get what they want!"

Meanwhile, Klopp, Henderson, and Trent were all high-fiving and laughing. "We did it, boys!" Klopp exclaimed. "Jude is now a Red, and there's nothing Pep can do about it!"

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jane-gunson123 · 1 year

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Dead Boys.

When a geordie boxer looses her brother to suicied a week before the biggest fight of her career and walks out to her boyfriends song, Dead Boys.

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Growing up with brothers meant Lacey was always fighting. Whether it was with her brothers, Jordan and kyle or other people, it was all she seamed to do. Her oldest brother, Jordan had a different mam to her and Kyle, and grew up in Sunderland meaning they only saw him a few days a week but that didn’t matter they were still siblings.

When Lacey was 15 Jordan had signed a contract at liverpool and his football career started to take off and Kyle was 17, a year away from leaving for uni to become whatever his heart desired, he was intelligent enough to do anything, really.

Lacey was never very academically gifted, she much preferred to be out on the streets doing what ever she pleased. She hated how much control authority figures had over her. The only reason she kept going was to one, make her brothers proud and two, see her best friends everyday, Sam, Dean and Abi. The four of them had ran North Shields ragged in their youth, terrorising the neighbors and business owners all there teens.

On the 18th August 2012, Lacey had gotten her GCSE results back, they were shocking, 4 D’s and 1 C in PE the only thing she was good at, she had laughed it off at first, until she realised she couldn’t even apply for a proper collage course without resitting them. She hated exam's and refused to even attempt her GCSE’s again.

After wondering aimlessly around North Shields for the better part of 2 hours, she decided to let of some steam and wondered into a boxing gym she had passed many a times. That was probably the best decision he had ever made to this day, for that was the day her life changed forever.

That was about 11 years ago now and Lacey Henderson was very quickly becoming a household name in women's boxing. She was a mear 2 weeks away from the biggest fight of her career against Katie Taylor for the WBA,IFB and WBC belts while also putting her own belt she had defender 3 times already the WBO belt.

Her life had changed dramatically in the past 11 years, she had gone from living a life of poverty to upper middle class but yet she still refused to live anywhere apart from North Shields.

She was still extremely close to both her brother, she had watched Jordan’s devastating defeat in the Euros final a mere few months ago and Kyle had just welcomed a little girl, Bella into the world with his girlfriend, Rosie 10 months ago. They had met at a bar in the quayside, Rosie being a English teacher at her old high school and Kyle being a fireman ment they often only saw each other for a couple hours day but the love they shared was unbeatable.

Lacey still remained close to her best friends, so close in fact she was in bed with one of them. Her and sam had always loved each other more than friends but had only actually gotten together about 6 months before lockdown and what was even more surprising was catching Abi and Dean the other half of there group in Abi’s bed after a practically, heavy drinking session the day before after lockdown rules had been lifted.

6 days till fight night, she had her friend, boyfriend and team around her. Jordan and Kyle were only expected to show up a day before her fight but both rang her everyday to show their support. Lacey and Kyle had lost their mam to an overdose 3 weeks before Lacey’s 18th birthday and then the three hd lost their father to cancer 5 years ago, so they only really had each other as family now, even if they did have about a 100 cousins up and down the country thanks to their dads Gypies roots.

After finishing a sparring session, Lacey had picked up her phone to see 7 missed calls from Rosie, Kyle's girlfriend, 5 off Jordan and 3 off Sam, who was only back at the house they owned in London, which happened to be next to the Gym she attended their and Wembley arena where the fight was due to happen in 6 days time.

Lacey had decided to stay behind while everyone else had left and continue to work on her form with the punching bag.

Pulling the tape of her hands once she had finished her training for the day, Laceys phone began to ring, “Hello.” Lacey answered.

“Lace.” Rosie answered back in hysterics.

“Woah, what’s the matter, Rose? Is everyone okay?” lacey asked, anxious. She never really showed emotion but she had never heard Rosie sound so distressed.

“He’s gone, lace.” She sobbed.

“Who’s gone? What u on about?” Lacey questioned again.

“Kyle,” Rosie sobbed, “He's dead.”

The room began to spin and lights began to blur, it was like Lacey had no control over her body as she fell to her knee and her phone slipped out of her hands.

She didn’t know how long she had been on her knees, staring at the wall in frount of her but what she did know was no tears fell. It was like she went blank and just simply couldn’t process the information she had been told.

Pulled out of her thoughts by her phone ringing once again, it was Sam but she didn’t answer. Just simply declined the call, stood up and walked toward the locker room in the gym.

After showering and changing into a tracksuit she had stolen of Sam a few weeks ago, Lacey simply packed her bag and began her walk home to hers and Sam’s house.

Nobody had heard from her in over an hour since she had found out about her brother and they were beginning to panic she would do something silly, you never know how dark someone’s mind can go after hearing news like that.

Unlocking the front door, she was engulfed into Sam’s arms, he had been waiting for her to arrive him since he had heard about Kyle.

“It’s alright love, I promise I’m always here, whenever you need me, okay?” Sam reassured her.

“I’m okay Sam, honest” Lacey replied, but Sam had know the girl since she was 5 and could tell when she tried to hide what she was feeling, her big blue eyes usually gave it away.

“You might think u are but your not. It’s okay to cry darlin’, just let it all out.” Sam rubbed her back pulling her onto his knee on the floor.

“I just can’t believe he’s gone.” She spoke meekly, tears pooling in her eyes.

Soon the water works started and they didn’t stop, not until late into the night anyways.

That was 5 days ago and nobody apart from close family and friends knew what had happened to her brother. She didn’t want it to get out before her fight and everybody was completely understanding.

Jordan had arrived about 2 hours ago with his wife to watch her weigh ins. He was worried about Lacey. Worried that she break in the ring, that it would all be to overwhelming for.

Lacey stepped on the scaled making her weight by 5 pounds, it was weird for her not wearing anything about from an underwear set, and yet she had never felt more confident and Sam thought she looked stunning witch he was sure going to tell her later on when he had he to him self.

Katie Taylor had also made her weight and the two nearly ended up in a fight on the stage. It was entertaining for the fans but also fuelled a fire with in Lacey that couldn’t be put out.

The next 24 hours flew by, she had slept and eaten but could really remember doing anything else. Usually in the locker room before a fight nerves are high and adrenaline is pumping but in all honestly Lacey’s team had never seen her so mellow.

She was sat in the corner getting her hands wrapped with AirPod in calm, listening to music in a world of her own.

It was eventually time for her to walk out, with a sigh Lacey stood up and made her way to the tunnel to walk out. Her team were waiting for her walk out song to start playing, it had been picked weeks ago, shortly after the fight had been announced, so imagine there supprise when instead of Get up 10 by Cardi B Dead Boys by none other than her boyfriend Sam Fender started playing.

Her team knew it was a not so subtle nod to her now passed brother but everyone else was clueless. After a slow walk out, Lacey jumped in the ring and smirked at Katie Taylor as Dead Boys finished playing, Lacey pulled her walk out outfit off with the help of her coach, Peter Roberts.

“You got this kid,” Peter said lightly grabbing her head. Lacey just nodded and smiled. She had this and he knew it.

“Fighting out of the blue corner, all the way from Bray, Northern Ireland, Katie ‘The Bray Bomber’ Taylor, weighting in at 66 kilos, 5ft5 with a reach of 66 inches. 22 wins, 6 by K.O. Undefeated champion, with three belts on the line, WBA, IFB and WBO” the announcer screamed over the speakers.

“The challenger, fighting out of the red corner, all the way from North Shields, Newcastle, England, Lacey “The Siren” Henderson, weight in at 65.95 kilos, 5ft7 with a reach of 70 inches. Undefeated with 13 wins, 7 by K.O with the WBO belt on the line, but looking to take all four titles in her weight class.” The announcement had finished.

With the touch of gloves the fight had began, they were going for 12, 3 minute rounds to decide the champ.

It was neck to neck going into the 7th round but Katie was getting tired, while Lacey was only just starting.

Katie went in to attack but left her chin u guarded, so Lacey used that to her advantage, a swift left hook to Katie’s jaw, followed buy an uppercut and a jab to the stomach sent Katie flying onto the canvas.

After the count of 10 Katie was still unmoved, she had done it she was world champion and had all 4 belts.

Ripping her gloves off with her teeth and chucking them, she ran and jumped up onto the ropes, kissing her fingers, before putting both arms in the air and looking up.

“That’s for you big brother.” She mumbled, it was inaudible to anyone else but she knew her brother was there with her, he was in her heart and always would be.

Her team flooded the ring, hosting her on their shoulders before they cleared off and let her grab the refs had before he raised it announcing she now had all 4 belts.

She was pulled aside to talk to a reporter, tears were streaming down her face.

“So, what was that celebration aimed at?” The reporter asked.

Sam wrapped his arm around her shoulder and moods his head encouraging her to continue.

“I lost me older brother, Kyle, 6 days ago. He was meant to be here tonight, buts he’s not, he took his own life after losing a long hard battle with depression, and I never want anymore of me family to feel like they have no one cos I’ve been there before and it’s a dark and lonely place. Boxing saved is but if I hadn’t stumbled into that gym at 16, I can guarantee I wouldn’t be here today.” The tears streamed steadily down the young Geordie’s face, her accent become almost incomprehensible.

“You were the underdog going into that fight, how does it feel to come out on top?” The report asked, scribbling down her last answer.

“I’ve always been the fucken underdog, nouts changed. I just like proving people wrong.”

“What can we expect to see from you in the next year?”

“I want a family, and while I would love me own kids, it’s not the right time in my career or me partners, so maybe a new member to me family, we want to adopt. And fighting wise, who knows the world I’d ready for my to conquer. I’m 26 and already have won every single belt there is too win, so I divint nar to be honest”

“And finally is there any one you would like to call out?” The reporter asked.

“Anyone who thinks they can take these belts of me, come and give it a try.”

They story of her brother was now public knowledge as 4 days later there was hoards of reports outside Newcastle Crematorium as they laid Kyle to rest. The service was beautiful and Sam and Jordan never left her side once.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever told you, but I’m so fucken proud of you, after everything your still here and fighting.” Jordan said as he pulled her closer and kissed her forehead .

He shielded Lacey away from the flashing cameras of the newspaper as he guided her out to his car with Sam and Rebecca, Jordan’s wife and Rosie not far behind.

They pulled up outside of the Low Lights in North Shields to give there brother a proper send off and that was just what they did. They drank the day away with stories of the last and their youth all the way up to the last time they had all been together at Lacey and Sam’s house for Christmas, when Sam burnt the turkey and Jordan got that drunk he fell on top of the Christmas tree, knocking over Lacey’s candles, nearly setting the house on fire.

They had laughed, cried and grieved together but this wasn’t the hardest part of kissing there brother that part was still to come but Lacey would be fine, Sam would be by her side thought everything, just like he had been every time Lacey needed him and even when she didn’t he was there and for that she was forever great full for him.

In the months to come Lacey and Sam would become parents, just not in the way they thought, as it turns out Rosie had been 4 months pregnant when Kyle had passed. After finding out she was 6 months gone and was not getting rid of it.

The pregnancy was stressful and hard but Lacey was by her side thought it all, even when she took her last breath after delivering a beautiful little boy into the world.

It had been Sam and Lacey to take her brother and sister in laws children in. They would raise the two kids as there own but never letting them forgot how brave and strong there parents really were.

Rosie was buried next to Kyle and Sam and Lacey would take the kids to visit there parents every few weeks.

Little did they know at the time but the two children would be forever great full for there aunt and uncle.

Growing old together was all Sam and Lacey ever wanted and that was what they did. They had raised two kids, and being grandparents to their kids and many dogs and both had extremely successful careers so when they both passed at the age of 86 together in the home in North Shields, everyone knew they had lived fulfilling lives and had no regrets.

It was a perfect end to a story with a horrible start but everyone deserves a happy ending eventually.

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rubybecker-rb2 · 1 year

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Place your "bets" on tomorrow's game here. The best "bets" I'll reblog.

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elmatadorisgay · 6 months

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TO5B Chapter 10!

Chapter 10 is finally here! thank you so much guys for waiting on it. I hope you enjoy!

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live-laugh-loverpool · 11 months

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Oof my head has been quite a mess and it hurts like hell. Could you do a comfort fic between Jordan and Trent (dad-son relationship) where Trent has a massive headache and Jordan acts full dad mode and takes care of him? I would like it to have lots of comfort, actually 🥲😅

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football-and-fanfics · 1 year

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Jordan Henderson masterlist

These are all the imagines I have written for Jordan Henderson (links below the cut). Newly posted imagines for him will be added onto here a.s.a.p.

Last updated: 16 February 2023

Imagines posted in 2020: (💦= smut imagine)

Knocked out during a match

"Guys, just let him sleep."

Him comforting you

Morning wood 💦

Midnight talks

"I can tell by that look on your face that something is wrong."

Running your fingers through his hair

Photo prompt

"That's a nasty bruise. Want some ice for it?"

Imagines posted in 2021: (💦= smut imagine)

Little sister has a panic attack

GIF prompt

Kissing on New Year's Eve

Him comforting you

"I love hearing you moan like that." 💦

Falling asleep with his head in your lap

"I've seen the way you look at me."

"Are you alright? You're so quiet."

Altercation on the pitch (with Trent Alexander-Arnold)

"Wake up, sleepyhead (with Trent Alexander-Arnold)

"Sit down, you're not allowed to walk that much."

Missing an important penalty

Rain-soaked

Refusing to be subbed off after picking up an injury

"I'm not feeling well."

"W-what happened?"

"Lay back down, you need to rest."

Reprimand from the coach

Dehydrated

Breaking up a fight between teammates

Coming home from the Euros 💦

Out (with Trent Alexander-Arnold)

Distracted during a team meeting

"Look at you! You're in no state to continue this match."

Imagines posted in 2022:

Photo prompt (with Trent Alexander-Arnold)

Messy hair

"Back off." (with Trent Alexander-Arnold)

Restraining a teammate (with Virgil van Dijk)

"I didn't know where else to go."

Talking in their sleep

Nightmare (with Andy Robertson)

Imagines posted in 2023: None yet

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percervall · 1 year

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boyfriend material masterlist

With February right around the corner, here's the masterlist/posting schedule for the boyfriend prompts. I'll update them as I go. They're not all going to be posted in order, it just worked out that way for the first four 😅 The plan is to post them during the weekend at 10:00CET

amor de mi vida / Rodrigo De Paul

give me love and compassion / Daniel Ricciardo

what if I love you? / Jordan Henderson

want you to be the last one I ever love / Darwin Núñez

Cuddling / Christian Erikson - Marcos Llorente - Antoine Griezmann

I thought I knew what love was (what did I know?) / Marcos Llorente

my mind finds peace (in the shade of you) / Kostas Tsimikas

kindness & gratitude / Virgil van Dijk

Surprising you at work / Andy Robertson

Own idea / Virgil van Dijk - Kostas Tsimikas

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lfc21 · 1 year

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Sleepless nights

Player: Jordan Henderson

TW: Fluff, crying, children

Prompt list: Children

"Jordan" You mumbled with your eyes squeezed shut and your head breaking at every noise. It was the 3rd time you had been woken up in the past hour and you weren't sure how much longer you could take.

"Jordan" You repeated slightly louder this time as well as knocking his arm for him to wake up. You got nothing. You were currently transitioning your daughter from your bedroom to her own and it was turning into quite a task.

"Jordan!" You shouted this time as your eyes shot open and your voice became like venom. You were fed up with Jordan's deep sleep and loud snores, all you wanted was a rest.

"Hmmm" Jordan mumbled as he turned into his pillow and looked at you with tired eyes. You simply nodded your head towards the door causing Jordan's ears to spring up due to the noise echoing down the hall. "Is it my turn?" Jordan asked with a yawn as he threw the duvet off his legs and braced impact for the cold night air on his flesh.

"It was your turn two turns ago" You dryly remarked as you rolled your eyes in the cold dark room. You knew the idea of Jordan comforting your daughter was only going to end in him not letting go of her. It was never a good idea but you knew it was better than you turning into a zombie and getting no sleep. You felt the weight of Jordan's body fall from your bed before you stretched out into the middle of the mattress. You shut your eyes as you heard Jordan's footsteps and voice through the hall, he had already gone soft at the sight of his crying baby. He softly opened her door revealing his small angel.

"Hello, you" Jordan softly said with a huge smile as she turned her head to the side and noticed her father. Her sobs fell quiet and her toothy grin sent a giggle to Jordan's sweet body. He scooped her up as he wiped away the tears that sat on her cheeks. She was now silent, knowing she had gotten what she wanted. She may have been a few months old but she was already more than aware of how to play her father. "Do you want to stay with me and mummy?" Jordan asked knowing no matter what happened she would end up with you both anyway.

Before you knew it Jordan was already bursting through your bedroom door with the biggest smile on his face and his arms filled with your baby. You sat up knowing exactly what he was going to do.

"Babe you can't let her sleep with us she has to learn to sleep on her own" You tried to explain with an annoyed tone in your voice. It was hard as it was, but when Jordan kept ruining her patterns it made everything worst.

"But look at her little face," Jordan said as he flicked on the big light and created a huge light to parade in your room. You quickly covered your eyes with the duvet in the bright light.

"Jordan seriously" You quickly warned. "It's half 3 in the morning" You added not wanting to start your day this early, Jordan simply laughed causing little giggles to fall from your daughter's mess. Your heart swelled at the sound that always made you soft. You looked up at your two loves knowing your opinion had completely changed. "Come in then" You softly said with a smile as you made room for them both in the large bed. Jordan practically jumped into bed as your daughter giggled at every movement of her father, she was finally content. Next to her parents was the only place she finally found happiness in, one day she will learn that sleeping on her own wasn't so scary but also sleeping with her parents wasn't so bad as well.

Hey guys 👋🏻 I hope you enjoyed this imagine 😀 there are a few titles left on the prompt list 💖 please leave feedback and requests as they are greatly appreciated 🥰 masterlist 2022 💌 masterlist 2023 💌

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avenirdelight · 1 year

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Silly Little Things

Jordan Henderson

Jordan hears her cry out and gets alarmed. But she’s actually crying over something silly.

Jordan was getting ready for bed. He’d just done washing his face and was dabbing his face with a small towel. He was about to open the drawer—the next step was to put on some toner and moisturiser—but suddenly he got real alarmed, because he heard a loud cry from the bedroom. A wail, and it sounded serious.

Jordan didn’t waste any second to drop whatever he was doing and walked out the bathroom. He searched for her figure on the bed with worried eyes. She was still in the same state as she was when he’d left her earlier. She was lying on the bed, wrapped in a warm blanket, with a phone in her hands.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Jordan asked worriedly as he walked closer to the bed.

“This kitten…” She sobbed, dropping her phone to her chest. Jordan could finally look at her face and her eyes were full of tears. “This kitten is so tiny and fragile, Jordan, and he’s struggling to climb up the stairs.” She sobbed again.

“What kitten?” He was confused, but a second later he realised that she’d just been watching something on her phone. He let out a relieved sigh, dropping his tensed shoulders. “Oh, God– Are you kidding me? Your cry sounded scary, I thought you were hurt or something.”

“Well, I am hurt. My whole body hurts, I told you.”

“Has your period started?”

“No, but I’m already getting cramps. And you know it always feels like I’ve been hit by a truck when it’s about to start.”

Jordan had walked around the bed and reached her side. “Yeah. And getting emotional over a cat video?”

“But he’s so cute, I swear!” She pouted and lifted her phone up again, quickly playing the video and showing the screen to Jordan. “Look, babe! He’s trying so hard to climb up! Look at those little paws and that little tail…”

He spent a few seconds watching the video. A little orange kitten was struggling to climb up a few stairs, just like she’d explained.

“Isn’t he adorable?? He’s so cute!”

“Yeah, yeah. He’s learning. Good for him,” he commented.

“Can I adopt a kitten tomorrow?” She asked him, looking up at him with hopeful eyes glistening with tears.

He chuckled and shook his head. “You know you can’t.” As someone who was not really fond of cats, he couldn’t let that happen in his house.

“Right. I’m going to send this video to you.”

Jordan sighed. “Stop sending me cat videos. They’re not gonna make me like cats. Okay– You know what sounds like a better idea?” He said as he bent down and propped his body with a hand, as the other pulled her blanket so it covered her even better. “For you to stop watching TikTok and go to sleep.”

She pouted and huffed angrily. Jordan chuckled again and leaned down to put a kiss on her forehead. “Seriously, though, go to sleep. You’re getting way too emotional because it’s late.”

“Well, hurry up then, I need a cuddle so I can sleep.”

“Okay,” he smiled, ruffling her hair before he walked back to the bathroom. But just before he passed the door, he looked back at her, who was now grinning, probably at another video that she found.

Jordan shook his head, feeling a bit funny as he realised that even after so many years they’d been together, he still found her so adorable. And he always got reminded of how much he loved her, even for the silly little things.

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i was sick and in my period and i cried over this cat video and this is the result. i hope you like it! have a nice day<3

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tag list update

With proper updates coming soon again, I want to make sure that my tag list is as up to date and working as possible.

Please let me know if the tags are working because there are people who are on these tag lists but don’t interact with the fics that they’re tagged in. if it’s a tagging issue, then please let me know.

Going forward though, please note that if you have not interacted with my pieces for 3 months, I’ll remove you from the tag list. I realise that people have lives from this hellsite, which is why I’ve set such a long probation but when I see blogs ask to be tagged and don’t interact, but do so on other people’s work instead, it’s a kick in the teeth.

There are still a lot, and still growing, amount of blogs which tumblr will not let me tag. if you’ve changed your username, please let me know so i don’t look a dick tagging the new blog owners in shit they don’t want to read.

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Atletico Madrid:

Antoine Griezmann: @petitharicot | @in-my-body-bag |

Bayern Munich:

All Bayern: @goretzkaneuer |

leon goretzka: @disneydaddyevans | @petitharicot | @goretzkaneuer | @little-diable

serge gnabry: @disneydaddyevans |

Celta Vigo:

Oscar Mingueza: @petitharicot |

Chelsea FC:

Christian Pulisic: @in-my-body-bag |

Kepa Arrizabalaga: @in-my-body-bag |

England NT:

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Everton:

DCL: @domspeach | @petitharicot |

Chelsea FC:

Christian Pulisic: @in-my-body-bag |

Kepa Arrizabalaga: @in-my-body-bag |

Liverpool:

All Liverpool: @prettylittletrent | @berrydoughnuttruth | @disneydaddyevans

Jordan Henderson: @in-my-body-bag |

Manchester City:

Jack Grealish: @bluemoonstonesy | @petitharicot | @mxsonxmountx | @in-my-body-bag | @goretzkaneuer

Manchester United:

All Manchester United: @solrasford |

Jesse Lingard: @mxsonxmountx |

Marcus Rashford: @solrasford |

Jadon Sancho: @mxsonxmountx |

Roma:

Paulo Dybala: @Luizaloll |

Tottenham:

Eric dier: @petitharicot

MANAGERS:

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SERIES:

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