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“We just got to accept that some people can only be in our hearts, not in our lives.”

— Kathy B.

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Making History

Your boyfriend, Mason Mount, supports you through the biggest victory of your career so far, winning the Euros as captain of the Lioness. (Social Media AU) 

The reader is also Jordan Henderson little sister, just so there isn’t any confusion.

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Y/NHendo01:

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Y/NHendo01: Nice 3 points before international break. Ft. A sneaky goal from your favorite duo. ⚽️

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lj10: always on fire 🔥

          ----- Y/NHendo01: 🔥

User084: stargirl ⭐️

Trentarnold66: come to Liverpool

———— Y/NHendo01: Up the toffies 🔵

——— jordanhenderson: stop antagonising my players pls.

——— Y/NHendo01: soz broski 💁‍♀️ (said in a bad Scouse accent)

User09: the banter between Y/N, Jordan and Trent will never not be my favourite 😂

ChelseafcW: Woman of the match 🤩

———— Y/NHendo01: ❤️❤️❤️

Y/NHendo01:

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Y/NHendo01: And the hard work begins. 24 days to change our lives. Euro 2022 here we come. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

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Lionesses: Our skipper 🤩

———— Y/NHendo01: honoured ❤️

User843: How is she that pretty and talented 😍

——— jordanhenderson: she gets it from her brother 🤷‍♂️

Centralcee: the manden be backing u bro.

——— Y/NHendo01: You keep talking road in my comments and I’ll post that video of u.

——— Centralcee: I was just been nice, Y/N and you wouldn’t dare.

——— User823: I need to see this video, pls post it Y/N

——— Y/NHendo01: I would and thank u. U better come and watch me play if we play at Wembley.

User05: Why is central cee in her comments. She’s lit not that famous 😂

——— user88: They have know each other since they were 15 and Y/N signed for Chelsea. They went to school together.

——— User134: Same with her and Trent. They went to the same school when Y/N had to move to Liverpool with Jordan.

Lionesses:

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Lionesses: semi-final bound. The English are never done. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

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Masonmount: that’s my gf 😍

——— User23: He’s so lover boy coded

——— Trentarnold66: He’s whipped that’s what he is.

Y/NHendo01: The English are never done, Howay the lasses.

——— alessiarusso99: Skipper 🫡

JackGrealish: proud to be English. Keep going girls 🩶

User367: They have honestly restored my love of football.

Masonmount:

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Masonmount: supporting you every step of the way, my girl. We are all unbelievably proud of you. To wear your name on my back is like a feeling comparable with none, but hopefully soon it will be it will be mine you wear. I love you unconditionally ❤️❤️❤️

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Y/NHendo01: U have made me cry now I can’t leave the room for training. I love you so much and miss u loads can’t wait to see you face to face again 😂❤️❤️❤️

User617: I feel like I’ve just been called single in 627 different languages

——— Trentarnold66: same

Centralcee: I’ll be the DJ at the wedding.

——— Y/NHendo01: No, we want people to actually stay at our wedding, not leave because they heard your music.

——— Centralcee: Don’t lie I watched the interview where Tooney said you were in charge of the music in the dressing room and played my songs so 🖕

Jordanhenderson: your last name is going no where near my sister. Not when u haven’t asked me to marry her.

——— user162: He’s such a protective older brother 😂

——— Y/NHendo01: Can u not pls 😂

Y/NHendo01:

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Y/NHendo01: 1 step left. Bring on the final and wave the flags. It’s coming home 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

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Ellatoone: it’s coming home

——— 1MaryEarps: it’s coming home

——— MBrighty04: Footballs coming home

Masonmount: bring on Wembley

User56: let’s go, the lionesses are bringing it home.

Jordanhenderson:

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Jordanhenderson: From you begging me to take you to the park so we could kick a ball together at 5 to now at 23 captaining England through a Euros final.

Y/N/N, you are a true inspiration to everyone around you including me. I can’t put into words how proud I am of you. It’s an honour to watch you achieve what you have as your older brother.

You were always my biggest fan growing up, sitting front and center at all my matches now I will be for you. Bring on Wembley wor kid. You got this. Whatever the result I’ll be waiting arms open for you.

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Y/NHendo01: are you trying to make me cry.

——— Jordanhenderson: don’t get emotional on me now 😂

Y/NHendo01: Love u bro, what an honour it’s been to follow in your footsteps. Bring on this final. ❤️

——— Jordanhenderson: Love you unconditionally sis ❤️

User62: To have bond with your siblings like Y/N and Jordan would literally be a dream

——— Trentarnold66: you should see them bicker over who supports the better football team.

——— Y/NHendo01: it’s not my fault Jordan fell and hit his head as a child so support’s Sunderland. Up the mags 🩶🖤

——— Masonmount: not this again.

Liverpoolfc: Come on you Lionesses ❤️

Lionesses:

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Lionesses: YOUR EUROPEAN CHAMPIONS 😍🏆

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User362: legends 🔥🔥🔥

Jordanhenderson: Come on you lionesses.

PhilFoden: Come on England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

Lucybronze: champions 🏆

User267: It was Y/Ns goal that was incredible.

——— user36: yeah then she took her top of as a celebration. Ledgend 🔥

Y/NHendo01: Unbelievable

Masonmount:

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Mason mount: Champions after 55 years of hurt. A beautifully talented captain. A team filled with ambition and resilience. What a night a Wembley and what a goal from my gorgeous girl ❤️❤️❤️

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Phil Foden: come on u lionesses ❤️

JordanHenderson: Proud brother moment

——— Masonmount: Proud Boyfriend moment

——— CentralCee: Proud best friend moment 🙄

Y/NHendo01: I could not ask for better. Love u always my boy ❤️

——— MasonMount: love you forever baby ❤️

——— Ellatoone: Well forever is gunna have to wait cos we are getting smashed tonight. Soz Mason, me and less stole ur girl 😘

User347: what a team they are

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“Embrace the chaos that lies dormant inside of you, and may the ashes from the bridges you burn guide your way.”

— feral kenyon

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I know its been awhile but i'm back so if you have any ideas send them in. I'll also write anything for the fandoms listed above but also Teen Wolf, The vampire Diaries and outer banks and Sons of Anarchy.

Hello guys, I want to start writing images for footballers (England NT mainly, but if u want a different on put that in the request), Sam Fender, peaky blinders and twilight (more so the wolf pack), so send in some ideas u have to me.

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Shout out to my ex.

You and your band, Little Mix, perform your new debut song ‘Shout out to my ex’ at the Brits after seeing your ex boyfriend there. 

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2019 had been an absolute roller coaster to say the least, there had been many ups and downs in 12 months. Your band, Little mix had went on a world tour after releasing your most critically acclaimed album to date, performing in some of the most prestigious venues available before ending it in the utilita area in your beloved hometown of Newcastle. The success of your album had resulted in not only being nominated for 2 Brit awrds but also being asked to perform at the awards as well. This was definitely the better parts of your year. 

The less favourable moments of your year had been the very public and humiliating break up with your ex, Sam. You had been together since you were 19 and after a very rocky few months and a cheating scandal, on his part, published by The Sun you had decided to call it quits with your lover. 

At first you weren't sure how to live your adult life without him, after all it was something you had never had to do before but with your girls you began to put the pieces of your heart that Sam had broke back together. 

The first step and arguably the hardest had been moving from you shared flat in Whitley Bay that the pair of you had bought at 21 after Little Mix had won the X-Factor and Sam had signed his first record deal and into a brand new apartment with your best friend and fellow band member, Jade, in Manchester. 

 Next, was you deleting all off pictures of him you had. Weather they were on one of your social medias or just our camera roll. After that, you blocked him and cut off all contact with him and his family. You knew deep down that you would have ran back to him in a heartbeat if he ask and you couldn’t do that. You need to heal and you can’t heal while touching the same flame that has already burnt you. 

As luck would have it, however, your tactics of avoidance might not be able to continue for much longer and in a few short hours you and your band would be performing at the brits with yours and Perrie’s exs in the crowd.  The most fitting part would be the song you would be performing, A shout out to my ex. 

You had written the song when Perrie had went through her break up about a year earlier than you but as your own relationship fell apart you found your self relating to the lyrics more than ever.

You thought that you would be more nervous about the potential of bumping into your ex and having to perform in front of him but you weren't really fazed by it all. Cameras flashed and interviewers pulled you and the girls over to answer questions but you had yet to bump into Sam. 

The feeling of getting ready to go out and perform in front of a large crowd was one no matter how many time you had done it you hated. It always wore off as soon as the music started to blast out of the speakers and that was still the case now. the opening melody made its way into your ears as you scanned the crowd, catching that blue pair of eyes you had spent many nights staring into discussing your future. Never did you quite imagine it ending like this though.   

Jade and Perrie had sung their parts now it was your turn. At this point all five off you had disappeared into crowd, dancing around the tables filled with familiar faces in the music industry.  For some reason the table with your ex and his band had been alluring and you ended up directly in front off Sam’s seat as your verse began. 

“Oh, I deleted all your pics,” You sang staring Sam in his eyes, reaching out to put your hand under his chin to force him to keep looking at you. It didnt take long for you to have his full attention, “Then blocked your number from my phone, mm.” 

Putting your hand back down by your side as you leaned closer into Sam's face as if you were going in to kiss him, “ Yeah, yeah, you took all you could get But you ain't gettin' this love no more.” Sam’s face was an absolute picture as you swerved your head around his after finishing your lyric, leaving him high and dry. He had fully expected you to kiss him at some point but had been left disappointed. 

His band mate and best friend Drew, however, had found a lot of amusement in your tormenting of Sam. As you walked away you heard him shout, “Go on lass.”  

The song had finished faster than you would have like and so did the rest off the awards. The band had won the two they were nominated for and Sam had also won the one he was up for before performing Dead boys, a song about male suicide in remembrance of your late friend who had lost his battle with depression some years back in your early twenties.   

Little did you know at the time that your little stunt to wind up your ex would not only become viral overnight but also be responsible for elevating yours and Sam’s careers. It would first result in an appearances on Loose Women and The Jonathan Ross Show where you would admit to having consumed a bit of liquid courage before stepping on stage. 

So in all it wasn't a bad end to to a roller coaster of year but nothing could have prepared you or anyone for that matter for the absolute train wreck that 2020 would be.  

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the new year

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Normalize being ok with letting people think what they want about you. The idea that we're going to be liked, validated, or accepted by everyone is an illusion. Our peace, mental health and happiness is more important than other people's perceptions, opinions, or approval of us.

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“Stories are in one way or another mirrors. We use them to explain to ourselves how the world works or how it doesn’t work. Like mirrors stories prepare us for the day to come. They distract us from the things in darkness.” ― Neil Gaiman, Smoke and Mirrors: Short Fiction and Illusions.

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The gyals with their caps

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Star Girl - Jude Bellingham (part 3).

Summary: reader is the biggest talent for the lionesses and is always shipped my the media with England’s golden boy. Jude and the reader bump into each other at the pool before everyone wakes up.

Warnings: none.

A/n : part 2 wouldn’t show in tags so please show this chapter some love.

Part one Part two

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The rest of the day flew by, the summer evening air calming you to the point you fell asleep early again.

Given this, you decided to wake up slightly earlier than usual and head to the gym.

Your alarm woke you up at 5:00am, so you (difficulty) pulled yourself out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash your face and clean your teeth.

Once done, you placed your tied your hair up and got changed into some gym clothes you had bought from home.

You preferred your own clothes for private gym sessions given the England training fits were slightly scratchy.

You filled your water bottle up with ice and water from the fountain outside your room in between the rows and rows of rooms.

You ran back to your room, grabbed your headphones and a towel and locked up.

You walked through the labyrinth of hallways at Saint George’s park to get down to the gym.

Once there, you settled on starting with some cardio.

First, choosing to run on the treadmill for half an hour, 15 minutes on the stair-master and a following 10 ok the bike machine.

In the final 5 minutes of the hour you allocated for yourself this morning, you decided to do some stretches with a weight on a yoga mat.

When you finished, you were covered with sweat and burning up from head to toe.

You checked the clock on the wall of the gym and decided you had enough time to go for a quick swim to cool yourself off before you head upstairs for a shower before breakfast.

You closed the door to the gym behind you and began the short walk to the pool room.

Once there, you opened the door to the swimming pool and stepped inside.

To your surprise, someone was already in there swimming laps.

You stood there, frozen, for a few seconds before you decided to walk over and place your towel on once of the benches surrounding the perimeter of the pool.

You placed it down along with your water bottle and your headphones.

“Morning” a gruff voice said from behind you.

You turned around to see Jude leant against the side of the pool closest to you, his head resting on his crossed arms held up my the poolside.

You couldn’t help but stare as water droplets pooled in the curves of his muscles laced upon his broad shoulders.

“Y/n?” Jude called your name, his voice laced with tiredness.

Your eyes shot back up to meet his to see him with a small smirk tugging at his lips. You wouldn’t have notice it had you not had been focusing so intently on his face.

“Yeah, good morning.” You said brightly, still out of breath from the gym.

“Just had a quick morning workout?” He asked you, pushing himself up and out of the pool as the muscles in his arms convulsed and rippled against his skin.

He sat on the side watching you and waiting for a reply, his legs still moving in the water gently.

You instantly remembered the state you looked, hair going curly around the edge of your face due to the sweat, a red flush forcing itself onto your skin.

“Um yeah. Something like that” you said, coming your hair behind your ear with your fingers in an attempt to look better.

Jude smiled at your efforts before looking down.

“Couldn’t you sleep?” He asks you, his voice soft, almost concerned as he keeps his gaze away from you.

“The opposite actually” you say sighing before continuing, “I fall asleep so easily and early that I decided I was getting enough sleep and that i should spend my time bettering myself.”

Jude nodded, prodding the surface of the water with his finger and watching it ripple before he looked back up to you.

“You coming in?” He asks you, a laugh tumbling out his mouth, “or are you just going to stand there and watch?” He smirks now.

You feel your cheeks grow even hotter, embarrassment consuming you knowing for definite he caught you staring at him.

“I’m coming in, don’t you worry. I know you want me to” you say, teasing him back with a small smirk on your face.

You take off a jumper you had placed on your head to leave you in your sports bra and shorts.

Once the jumper is over your head, you throw it to the side with the rest of your stuff before returning your gaze to Jude.

“Who’s looking now, Bellingham?” You wink at him before you saunter past him and walk down the steps of the pool.

The chlorinated liquid cools you instantly, goosebumps forming on your skin.

You sigh as you push off the steps as the water consumes the rest of your body.

You quickly swim under the water allowing your hair to get wet as you pull it out of the hair band.

It flows around your face as you push yourself up from the bottom, wiping the hair back and out your face as you break surface.

You turn back around to face Jude to see him swimming closer and closer to you.

You see him reach his hand out from the bottom of the pool and watch as he touches the back of your knee tickling you slightly.

You gasp as he comes to the surface despite you expecting it, giggling as he shakes his head like a dog before watching as he wipes a hand down his face to get the water off his eyes.

He smiles at the sound of your giggles, an unfamiliar, warm feeling spreading throughout his heart.

“I have an idea” he says to you excitedly as your giggles quiet down.

“Oh yeah?” You say, a smirk pulling your mouth into a smile.

“Mhm. Let’s race” he says from his position a few metres away from you.

You stare at him with a surprised expression as he stands there treading water waiting for your reply.

“Fine” you say and watch as he smacks his hand on the surface of the pool in celebration, some of the splash landing on you.

“You are so going down Bellingham” you say to him.

“If you drown me, I can sue you, Y/L/N” he says with a fake shocked expression.

You laugh at his sarcastic interpretation of your comment, feeling slightly embarrassed at the pun you unintentionally made.

“You ready?” He says as you both hold onto the side of the pool furthest away from the entrance.

“First to the other end of the pool wins, yeah?” You say, an idea forming in your head.

He nods before counting to three.

Once at three, he launches off and you pull yourself out of the pool, running along the edge.

You jump back in a few metres from the other side before swimming.

“Yes! I won!” You said as you touched the side, the water rippling around you.

“What? How?” He says as he, too, breaks the surface of the water.

“I’m just a really good swimmer” you said, a very poor wink being send the older boys way.

He gets distracted laughing at your failed wink before he falls silent as he realises what you said.

“You cheated?” He questions you.

You stay silent, biting your lip to hide the smile.

“You cheated.” He says more shocked this time.

“Oh you’re gonna get it!” He shouts as you start laughing.

He launches himself off the side as you begin swimming away from him as fast as you can.

He launches waves of water at you from the side making you scream.

You tried swimming as fast as you can but he caught up.

His hands cupped your waist as he launched you above the water, you falling in about two metres away.

You screamed the whole time you were in the air, his laughs filling your sense.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry” you say, holding your hands up as you come back to the surface.

“You should be” he says as he swims closer to you.

Your gazes never falling from each others.

You feel nervous as he looks at you, his eyes intense but deep and beautiful, like honey and melted chocolate.

The both do you are less than an arms length away from each other as you keep eye contact.

You notice he is standing up in the deep end, contrast to you wiggling your legs in an attempt to keep yourself up.

He reaches his hand out to help stable you before a voice breaks you both out of your trance.

“Y/n, there you are. Breakfast starts in five minutes” your best friend Georgia Stanway calls from the door as it opens.

She smirks at the two of you as you swim away from Jude quickly and he clears his throat.

You look at the clock and swear under your breath.

You quickly pull yourself out of the water and wrap your towel around you as you grab your stuff.

Just before you leave the room, you turn to face Jude as you bid him goodbye.

“See you later” you say with a warm smile.

“I hope so” he returns one as you leave the room.

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Short chapter but I’m uploading another one later tonight!! I hope you love this and get to see them a bit more!! Please like and reblog <3

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“I am not free while any women is unfree, even when her shackles are very different from my own.”

— Audre Lorde

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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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Family line

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Oc Sister x Shelby family

Warnings: Trauma, abuse, death, drug use, read at your own risk

SEASON 1-6 SPOILERS!

This is very lengthy i apologise in advance

My father never talked a lot

He just took a walk around the block

'Til all his anger took a hold of him

And then he'd hit

To many, Arthur Shelby. Sr was a drunk. A man who had a terrible temper.

But to his children, he was an abusive, absent father.

Thomas Shelby and Esmerelda watched their poor mother get beaten on most nights. Wether it was something stupid, or even something they had done, she always took the beating.

Both sat in the door way watching, watching their mother plead for him to stop. “Come on, you don’t need to see this”, their older brother Arthur grabbed their small hands and led them up to his room. They didn’t need to see this, they were too young. Too innocent.

My mother never cried a lot

She took the punches, but she never fought

'Til she said, "I'm leaving, and I'll take the kids"

So she did

Martha Shelby left.

But she didn’t take the children.

The Shelby children would never forget when the police came to the door. When they made poor Arthur. Jr identity his own mothers body.

Cause of death: Suicide.

Their aunt Pol took them in, fed and looked after them. As years past, little Finn Shelby forgot what his mother looked and sounded like. He never got the motherly love he deserved.

I say they’re the ones who gave me life

But i truly am my parents child

Arthur was having one of his episodes again.

No one knew how to stop it. How to help.

Esmerelda found him laid on the floor, an empty bottle of whisky beside him.

Kneeling down, she stroked the side of his face. “Arthur, come on you need to get to bed”. As he opened his eyes slowly, she noticed how glazed over they were.

He looked up to his baby sister, mumbling,“I’m just like him Mel, i’m a fucking deadbeat”. Esmerelda started to help him up, hoping he wouldn’t send them both tumbling over.

“Promise me, promise me Mel that you’ll never settle for a man like da or me okay? You deserve better”.

That night she promised her older brother, only to break it years later.

Scattered ‘cross my family line

I’m so good at telling lies

That came from my mothers side

Told a million to survive

Esmerelda didn’t know when she had started telling so many lies.

After the war, Thomas was never the same. She could hear him having nightmares, smell the opium on him. She watched him drown in business, getting too caught up in his own head.

She couldn’t remember when she started taking snow. But she needed it to feel okay, to get through each fucking retched day.

“Don’t lie to me Esmerelda, have you been doing cocaine”. Everyone sat at the table watching their aunt Pol pull out small empty blue bottles.

She couldn’t pin point when she got so good at lying, especially to her family. “Aunt Pol you know i’d never do that, anyways where would i get the money for it?”.

She knew exactly where, but she wasn’t going to let anyone find out.

Scattered ‘cross my family line

God, i have my fathers eyes

But my sisters when i cry

I can run but i can’t hide

From my family line

From the moment she walked into that bar, all heads turned.

They knew who she was. Everyone did.

Maybe if they didn’t it would of never happened, maybe if she hadn’t of fought with Thomas over something so stupid, he wouldn’t of comforted her that night.

She didn’t know who he was, that he was so dangerous.

“What’s a pretty lady doing in such a scroungy bar crying her pretty face off”, his Italian accent strong. She should of walked away, but she didn’t.

That night Lucas Changretta comforted Esmerelda. He stayed late into the night at her small flat, holding her close. Only God knew what he had in store for the Shelby family.

It’s hard to put into words

How the holidays will always hurt

I watch the fathers with their little girls

And wonder what i did to deserve this

1925 Esmerelda Shelby and Lucas Changretta welcomed their baby girl to the world.

On Christmas day Lucas killed her younger brother John.

She stood in the morgue looking at her brother bloodied body. She couldn’t help but feel guilty, like this was her fault.

Why would he do this to her?

Later that evening Esmerelda was sat in Pols living room, Edith laid asleep in her arms. She needed to speak to him, needed to see him. But no one knew where he had gone.

One thing she knew, was that he wasn’t ever going to take their daughter away from her. She would do anything in her power to protect her own blood.

Later that year Lucas was shot dead by Arthur.

How could you hurt a little kid?

I can’t forget, i can’t forgive

‘Cause now im scared that everyone i love will leave me

She couldn’t remember when Finn Shelby changed. When he began morphing into his older brothers.

The older be got, the angrier he became. Thomas treated him like a soldier, conditioning him to feel no emotion and get the job done.

“You have to stop treating him like your lap dog Thomas! He’s your fucking baby brother”.

Tommy sat at his desk, barely looking up from the work he was doing. “He’s a fucking Shelby, he needs to act like it and pull his weight. Stop babying him”.

Esmerelda Scoffed, “He’s not John Tommy, he never will be. You can’t just expect Finn to step into his place he’s barely seventeen!”.

“Do not fucking talk about John! You knew nothing Esmerelda, you got him killed, you and your stupid fucking Italian!”.

Silence fell over the office.

Her blood boiled, how dare he blame her?

“No Thomas, you know nothing. While you were too busy been in your own head so much, you missed half of what was fucking going on. God, you don’t deserve Finn, you’re just going to ruin him like you did John”. She walked out of his office, slamming the door shut.

Oh, all that i did i tried to undo it

All of my pain and all your excuses

I was a kid but i wasn’t clueless

(Someone who loves you wouldn’t do this)

In 1927, Esmerelda met Alfie Solomons.

She stayed out of the Shelby business as much as she could, but when she had heard about Thomas attempting to murder the London gangster, she couldn’t but help seek him out.

Over the months, she helped him. Helped him smile again, get back out into the world.

Alfie adored Edith, getting every chance to spend time with her. He adored her mother even more, even if she was a fucking Shelby.

“You know pet, that fucking brother of yours is reckless”.

They were both sat on the beach, watching Edie crawl around after Cyril. “Don’t i fucking know it. He’s walking himself towards his own death, and no one will stop him”.

Thomas had gone to visit Alfie, only to find his younger sister warming his bed.

“Fucking hell Mel, another one? You trying to get us all killed eh?”, they both stood staring at each other, a cigarette hanging from his lips.

She had no explanation as to why she was with Alfie. But she knew this time was different, he wasn’t like Lucas.

“I love him Tommy, i haven’t felt this way about anyone”, she murmured into the silent room.

Looking at his younger sister now, he saw the women she had become. God she was so much like their mother he thought.

“Does he treat you and Edith well?”.

She nodded, “Treats Edie like she’s his own, he’d never hurt me Thomas.”

He let out a cynical laugh, “Yeah well remember what he did to us? Fucking betrayed us Mel. I’m warning you now, if he does the same to you don’t come crying to me about it”.

And with that he left.

All of my past, i tried to erase it

But now i see, would i even change it?

Might share a face and share a last name, but

(We are not the same)

In 1933, Polly Gray passed.

No one had expected it, all of it so sudden.

Later the same year Micheal Gray, Polly’s son was shot dead by Thomas. Finn Shelby exiled from his own family, disowned by his own brother.

Ada had gathered the family together, for ‘old times sake’.

It wasn’t the same. Half of the family missing.

Esmerelda was sat on the sofa, watching her young children run around causing good old Shelby chaos.

“Fucking hell, are they always such little devils?”.

She looked over to Arthur smiling, “Well they do have both Shelby and Solomons blood, i don’t know what you expected”.

After her encounter with Thomas, her and Alfie got married. Nothing fancy, just them, Edith and some of his family.

In 1930 Esmerelda gave birth to two little boys, William and John Solomons. Just a year later, she fell pregnant with their youngest Elsie.

It was a nice evening, everyone laughing a chatting. Just like it used to be.

A few weeks later, Thomas turned up at Esmerelda’s door.

“Thomas, what are you doing here?”, she was hesitant to let him in.

He looked so frail, like he hadn’t slept for weeks.

“Please Mel i just, i need you. I need to talk”.

And so they talked, and for the first time since she was little, Esmerelda Shelby watched her brother cry.

He cried for John, and his dead wife.

He cried for Polly, and his poor daughter.

One by one, he had lost them all.

As she watched him weep, Esmerelda realised.

Realised she had become her mother, as much as she tried to outrun it.

Her father may of broke the child she once was, but Thomas Shelby broke their family.

No matter what they do, or where they go.

They will never escape the Shelby name

I can run, but i can’t hide

From my family line

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Office Romance

When friendly office banta turns in to something more. 

Waring, this is smut, so be aware. I’ve never written smut before so sorry if its absolutely terrible. 

Requested by @ilovephilcoutiho

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You had been working at Aston Villa for about 4 years now. You had gotten your job through your cousin, Jack Grealish. He had helped you apply for your position in the Physio team after finishing your university course at Birmingham uni, he even put a good word in for you with the head physio at the time. You since had taken over his job after he retired last year. 

You had only just turned 23 when you started working at Villa, it was weird at first, going to work with your cousin and his friends, but you had grown accustom to it. 

In your 4 years there, you had seen many footballer walk in and out of the door, whether they were opposition or part of the team, maybe a loan or a new transfure you looked after them. 

You would build relationship with each and every one off them, laugh with them and occasionlly tell them off. But it didn't matter how many players you had said good bye to your cousin was the hardest one by far.

You and Jack had been inseparable ever since kids, you were a year older than him but his mum and dad were like your second parents, him moving to Man City was hard on the whole family but especially you, not only were you loosing your cousin and best friend but also a beloved colleague, It was difficult to go to work every day and not see him but as time went on it got easier and you fell back in love with your job.

It was football, players would come and go, the most recent transfer being a tall Brazillian player. You two had hit it off right away at his medical you had nocked over a trolly of stuff all over the floor and the pair of you couldn't stop laughing. He helped you pick the stuff up and since then he would always come and find you in his lunches and breaks to either annoy and hinder you or be helpful and tired the medic stuff up.

You had gotten your work partner in crime back and it made going in every day a lot more enjoyable. 

It was currently a Tuesday and you were stressed, one of the main squad players was injured and doing nothing to help himself which many you were getting in trouble for not doing your job properly.

As the clock struck ten passed two, you released you had yet to eat anything at all today, after shooting out the door late and missing breakfast, you had been to consumed in your work to even think about getting lunch.

You were steadily making your way through paperwork and physio sessions as well as team meetings. you were truly exhausted, not even the overtime at the minute was helping your work load.

“Knock Knock,” A voice said walking in your office.

Turning around to see Coutinho, you let out a sigh in relief at lest you didn't have more work to do. “What do you want?” You asked with a smile on your face.

“Nothing, Just brining my favourite girl lunch since she hasn't ate.” Phil replied, placing the sandwich down on you desk, Plain ham, salt and vinegar crisps and an orange juice, he knew you well. Although it was plain, it was what you liked.

“Thank you, your a life saver.” You replied, opening the packet of crisp to take one put before offering Coutinho one. 

After you had eating the packet of crisps and sandwiches yo contused with your pile of work, “What are you staring at?” You asked, looking up through your eyelashes.

“Nothing.” Phil said smirking. He was looking at you in a way no one had ever, you had seen this look too many times whether it be jack looking a sash or  Keith (Jack’s dad) Looking at Karen (Jack’s mum). It was pure love.

Although, you would never admit it, you had developed feelings for for the man infront of you. At first you had saw him as a replacement for jack but overtime you saw him as so much more.

Coutinho walked around the other side of the desk to stand behind you, “you have really pretty eyes you know.” 

“thanks, but that was random,” You laughed as you bit your lip. Your hear rate increased and you coil hear it thumping in your ears. 

“You know when I first came here I was nervous I wouldn't fit in, my relationship had just finished and with 3 young kids I was scared but then I met you and it was like I didn't have all them problems.” He gently grabbed your chin, turning your face to look at him, “I like you as more than a friend and I think you feel the same.”

He was 100% right, “I think your right as well but we work tougher and” Your rambling was cut short by Coutinho pressing his lips to yours.

“Dont worries about that now, just kiss me again.” and so you did, you kissed him again.

The kiss got heated fairly quickly, you ending up infront of him, him leaning back on your desk. You could feel his hardon through his shorts fairly easliy, you hadn't expected this to continue but it had and before you knew it, you were on your knees, pulling Philippe’s dick from his  shorts and boxers.

“Are you sure?” Phil asked, not wanting to pressure you.

You just nodded taking it in your mouth. you had done it a few times in the past with your ex but not for a while.

Coutinho let out a breathy moan, as you started to play with his balls. Before he could finish, he pulled out of your mouth and grabbed you off the ground, sitting you on the edge of your desk, sliding your pants down to below your knees. 

Slipping his hand under neath your thong, he pushed two fingers into you, gently pumping them in and out while rubbing your clit, you could feel your belly  tighten in knots as your orgasm approached. 

“Come on beautiful, cum for me.” And you did all over his fingers. 

you then pulled your pants all the way down before helping Phil guide his dick toward your slit. Gasping as he slid it all the way in, wrapped your arms around his neck as he began to move in and out at a steady pace. 

Capturing his lips in a kiss you moaned, bitting down as your second orgasm came, Coutinho finishing just after you. 

Ragged breathes were all that could be heard and you both pulled your pants back up, going guck to sitting on your desk with Coutinho in-between your legs.

“I was wondering if you could” Tyrone asked, barging into your office, stopping mid way through seeing the position you and Coutinho were in. “OMG, wait till I tell jack about this,” He laughed pulling out his phone to nap a picture of you two before turning to leave your office again.

“Mings, You better not.” You shouted after him, knowing jack would have a hissy fit about the two of you toghere. 

“I’m gunna kill him,” You said in a joking way, bitting your lip, even though you were 100% considering it. 

Coutinho laughed, resting his forehead against yours, “Well why don't I take you on a proper date, then you have something to tell your cousin about, Miss Grealish.”

“I’d like that a lot.” You laughed, placing a quick kiss on his lips as your phone beep, you looked over to see jack raining you. It was official you were going to kill Tyrone.

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― Salma Deera, Letters From Medea

[text ID: The centre of every poem is this: / I have loved you. / I have had to deal with that.]