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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 · 2 years

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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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ohmoonbeam · 6 months

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FOOTBALL RPF TAG LISTS

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tl-trashtalk · 11 months

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I wear you on my sleeve

Relationship:

Jordan Henderson/Kostas Tsimikas

Summary:

"It's a good thing I did all that extra conditioning on me holiday, love. Yous tired me out ya did," Jordan says to the ceiling.

Additional Tags:

Post-Coital, Post-Coital Cuddling, Love Confessions, Fluff, Fluff without Plot, Romantic Fluff, Ficlet, Drabble, Short & Sweet, Liverpool F.C.

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ao3feed-football · 6 years

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Several Sunlit Fluffy Days

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by JustAnnie

A collection of drabbles and ficlets written for 30 days of domestic fluff football challenge.

Words: 540, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Football RPF

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jordan Henderson, James Milner

Relationships: Jordan Henderson/James Milner

Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Fluff

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percervall · 2 years

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Going trick or treating

Player: Jordan Henderson Words: 1831 Requested: Anon Warnings: Fluff, mentions of pregnancy and miscarriage A/N: Hope you like it lovely! Thank you for requesting this prompt 😊 I decided to go for Jordan, the idea I had made more sense for him

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Jordan heard his wife talk to their daughter in hushed tones. The 3-year-old had been excited for Halloween for weeks, asking every night before bed “how many sleeps dada?”. He smiled and put the cottage pie in the oven, ready to heat up when they got home after the festivities at the AXA. Jordan rinsed the knife and cutting board and dried off his hands, turning around when he heard the unmistakable pitter-patter of their toddler running into the kitchen.

“Okay baby, tell dada,” his wife whispered. Jordan leaned against the kitchen counter, a smile on his face. She looked adorable in her Halloween costume. Their daughter looked up at him, big blue eyes twinkling.

“I’m the Greek Scouser!” she cheered, arms up in the air. Sophie was obsessed with one of Jordan’s teammates, she absolutely adored the Greek left back –much to the amusement of the rest of the team. So when Jordan and Emma had asked Sophie what she wanted to be for Halloween, the little girl immediately said ‘uncle Kos’, and wouldn’t let anyone change her mind. In fact, she had even decided who Jordan should dress as.

“I think my heart just might explode,” Emma said, taking in her daughter’s joy. She had even managed to pull Sophie’s curly brown hair back into a matching miniature bun. Her own hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her and Jordan were wearing the training staff tracksuits. Sophie had been adamant that daddy should be Klopp so she decided to dress as a female version of Pep. It was by far the comfiest Halloween costume she’d ever worn, especially now. Luckily the tracksuit bottoms had functioning pockets so she could hide her hands away. She just didn’t know how to tell Jordan, not after last time.

“Tsimi is going to love this,” Jordan said, running a hand through his beard, pulling Emma from her thoughts. They had spent an hour dying it so he’d look the part and it had turned out better than either of them had expected.

“Alright Soph, let's put your coat on so we can go outside. You can take it off when we’re at the party,” she said, ushering the little girl into the hallway.

For once they stood out in the crowd. Everybody at the AXA had gotten the memo to dress up. Most of the children were dressed as their favourite characters, there were a handful of princesses and a couple of Fireman Sams. Emma even spotted some great Paw Patrol costumes. Jordan was wearing a pair of fake glasses and a baseball cap that looked similar enough to Klopp’s along with the official tracksuit including the initials on both jacket and bottoms. She wore a matching set, but her initials were changed to PL. Emma made a mental note to thank the kitmen for hooking them up with their outfits. Sophie was dressed in the homekit with Tsimikas 21 across the back of her jersey, and a pair of red tights underneath the shorts to keep her warm. She’d even found a pair of official LFC socks in Sophie’s size and the girl already owned a pair of Nike trainers. Suffice to say, the little girl looked ready to play football.

“Shall we go find uncle Kos?” Emma asked Sophie as she took the toddler by the hand before she could run off again. Jordan chuckled and followed them. He worried for his daughter’s heart if Kostas ever left Liverpool. As they made their way through the crowd, they could hear people aww at Sophie and laugh when they spotted them.

“Uncle Kos!” Sophie shouted as she spotted her favourite person, breaking free from her mother’s hand. Kostas interrupted his conversation with Diogo, James and Andy, and dropped to his knees, holding his arms open. Sophie ran into them and laughed when Kostas rose to stand. All four Liverpool players started laughing when they spotted Jordan.

“Oh, that’s amazing. Has Klopp seen yet?” James said.

“No, but I don’t think it’ll take long for him to spot us.”

“Sophie has been practising all day on her best Kostas Tsimikas impression,” Emma said, “can you tell uncle Kos?”

Sophie nodded her head and shouted in her unmistakable Scouse accent: “I’m the Greek Scouser!”

Kostas laughed and cheered for her.

“Careful Kos, you’ve got competition!” Andy said with his trademark grin.

“She even has the Tsimikas bun!” Diogo said, laughing.

“It’s all or nothing for this girl,” Jordan said, looking lovingly at his daughter.

They all turned around when they heard Jurgen’s unmistakable laugh.

“I see our new signing got here!” Klopp said when he joined them. He then moved his eyes to take in Jordan and Emma’s costumes and started laughing again.

“It’s like looking in the mirror. Pep! You need to see this!” he shouted over his shoulder.

“Sophie wouldn’t take no for an answer. Daddy had to dress up as Klopp,” Emma explained. Klopp laughed again. He himself was dressed in lederhosen, playing into the German stereotype.

“I see we can take tomorrow off,” Pep said with a grin when he joined them. Emma shrugged.

“I can teach them all about stretches and how the muscles work, but I’m useless at running drills,” she said. The men laughed at that.

“Hey, maybe that’s just what they need,” Jordan said with a grin.

“Ready to get all the candy Soph?” Kostas asked the little girl. She turned to look at her parents.

“You can go with uncle Kos if you want baby,” Emma said, “Mummy and daddy will be right here, okay?” Sophie nodded. Kostas took the tote bag Emma had brought for her and carried her to the first person handing out sweets.

“Our baby’s all grown up,” Emma said with a pout. Jordan chuckled and pulled her against his side, wrapping an arm around her. Emma looked up at him.

“I’m not ready for her to grow up Jord,” she said.

“I know, neither am I. Guess we’ll just have to accept it.”

Emma sighed and nodded. Jordan smiled and gave her a quick kiss.

“Okay, now that’s just wrong,” Andy said, shuddering, “Klopp kissing a female Pep. Thanks for the nightmares.” Jordan and Emma laughed, watching Andy go to find his own children.

“It is a little weird,” Emma said, “the grey beard does evoke more Klopp and less Hendo.”

Jordan chuckled. “I’ll rinse it out when we get home.”

“Good, I prefer to share my bed with Hendo.”

“Glad to hear that,” Jordan said, kissing her again. Emma smiled into the kiss, resting a hand against his cheek.

“I need to tell you something… I was planning on a big surprise but I can’t wait any longer,” Emma said after she broke their kiss. She suddenly felt nervous, her heart hammering against her chest. Emma hadn’t planned on keeping this a secret for as long as she had, but seeing as her last pregnancy ended with a miscarriage at 8 weeks, she had wanted to wait a little longer before telling him. And with Jordan’s away fixtures on top of all the travelling for the Champions League and her work schedule, there had hardly been any time for the two of them to spend together.

“Emma? What’s wrong?” Jordan asked, worry evident in his voice.

“Nothing’s wrong. I-.. Everything’s really good, actually. Remember what we talked about when we came to visit in Switzerland?” Sophie had spent a day being spoiled rotten by his teammates while they got to spend some much needed time together as husband and wife. After they had spent the entire day in bed, they had talked about what their future would look like. A tiny spark of hope fluttered in his chest as he looked at her, nodding.

“Uhm, well, turns out we scored in Switzerland,” Emma said cryptically, fiddling with the cuff of her jacket.

“Are you-... Really?” Jordan whispered, eyes wide. Emma nodded, eyes brimming with tears.

“I’m almost 15 weeks,” she whispered back. Jordan let out a relieved laugh, hugging her to his chest.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me. Another little baby,” Jordan said, a lump in his throat.

“Soph is going to be the best big sister.” Jordan smiled and brushed her tears away with his thumbs.

“Dada! Dada, look!” Sophie called from halfway across the room. Jordan and Emma turned to look at her. Kostas had moved her to on top of his shoulder, her tote bag in his hand.

“Did uncle Kos get you all the best sweets?” Jordan said when they were in front of them. Sophie nodded enthusiastically. “I got so many sweeties dada! Even ma-teasers! Uncle Kos carried them all!”

Sophie’s joy was infectious and all the adults chuckled.

“Good thing uncle Kos is very strong, baby,” Emma said.

“I strong too!” Sophie said, not at all impressed that her mum would discredit her strength.

Emma chuckled. “I know you are, baby. Alright, say goodbye to uncle Kos. The party’s over and we need to go home.” Kostas lifted her off his shoulders and gave her to Jordan, handing the tote to Emma.

“Bu-bye uncle Kos! Will you come play soon? I got a goal from Nanna for my birthday!”

Kostas smiled. “How about I ask Thiago to come with Isa and Leo and we have a competition?”

“Yes!” Sophie said, “can we mummy? Pwease?”

Emma pretended to think for a moment. “Alright then,” she said, feigning giving in to their plans. Sophie cheered, arms stretched above her head. Jordan smiled lovingly at his daughter. He couldn’t wait to see her as a big sister. He said his goodbyes to his teammates and friends, and carried Sophie outside to the car.

Sophie was fast asleep, the excitement of the Halloween party having worn her out. Jordan had managed to get the grey hair dye out of his beard. He had changed the jacket for one of his old sweaters, but was still wearing the tracksuit bottoms. Emma had changed into a pair of pyjama bottoms and a long sleeve top.

They had settled in on the couch. She had put a record on, neither of them feeling up to watching anything. Instead they just snuggled under a blanket, both with a hot drink.

“May I?” Jordan asked. Emma nodded, instantly knowing what he meant. He smiled that loving smile that always made her heart skip a beat, and scooted down so his head was resting in her lap. He gently put a hand on the slight swell of her stomach, rubbing it slowly with his thumb.

“Hi baby, I’m your daddy. I know you can’t hear me yet, but we love you so much already,” he murmured against the fabric of her shirt. Emma swallowed back her tears, resting a hand on top of his. She couldn’t wait to see him holding a tiny newborn, but for now she was more than content to stick to daydreaming about it.

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percervall · 2 years

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Prompts

in bold have already been requested

Decorating the tree

Dancing in the snow

Present shopping

Gift giving

Making a gingerbread house

Snowball fight

Mistletoe

Christmas baking

Christmas market

Making snowmen

Watching Christmas movies

Dancing to Christmas music

Requested so far

Kostas Tsimikas

Queen Anne/Aramis

Andy Robertson

Virgil van Dijk

Antoine Griezmann

Rodrigo De Paul

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Darwin Nunez

Ruben Dias

Marcos Llorente

Fernando Torres

John Stones

Kostas Tsimikas

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footballffbarbiex · 3 years

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Say The Word

Player: Jordan Henderson Words: 636 Request: virgil or hendo you perhaps some form of high school reunion and either going back as childhood sweethearts again orrrrrr, going back to hers and he’s possessive ? smut 🤨

A/N: went with Jordan as there’s not much out there for him and I’m soft for him lately.

The venue hired for tonight’s shindig was large, spacious and well decorated. Balloon arches, flower walls, sweet carts as well as a full buffet spread available. A projector is set up and pictures both from school age and any that have recently been provided are flashing up for all to see, forcing any memories from those years back to the front of everyone’s mind. Past relationships and friendships which hadn’t lasted long after leaving school are there, reminding everyone who looks at those pictures of those within the room of what they had. What they lost. Good memories and bad.

Teachers who had cared, nurtured and helped shaped futures were mingling, drinks in hands as they smiled, nodded and listened to stories. And of course, there were others who you fully planned to avoid. You had favourite teachers, and there were others who had done nothing more than make you feel as though stepping into their classroom was living hell. Had it been a few decades prior, you know they’d have aimed the blackboard eraser at you before launching it in your direction.

You’d barely held onto the friendships in this room; different outlooks on life, paths taken in both where to live and career had left with you a whole different circle of those who you felt close to. Your ex is somewhere over by the left, his latest partner wrapping herself around him protectively each time she looks over in your direction which only makes you roll your eyes.

“Don’t bite,” Jordan’s words are whispered in your ear while his own hand, whilst not obvious, is at the base of your back as he rubs soft, calming patterns over you.

“She drives me crazy.” You hissed under your breath.

“She wants that reaction. Do not give her one.”

“Look at you, Mr Calm.”

“I’d just rather not be pulling the two of you apart while he gets off on knowing two of the women in his life, past and present, are fighting over him.” This time, he presses a kiss to your hair and openly pulls you a little closer to him.

“It’s certainly not over him.” You comment, tasting the disgust as the word leaves an unpleasant mark upon your tongue.

“That’s not how he’ll take it. Trust me.”

You’d seen the looks that keep getting sent in your direction, eyes flicking between you and Jordan. Disbelief that it’s you that would be stood beside him, and disgust from those you remember supported United back in school; though whether or not that still stands with their recent run is another matter. Several have approached the two of you, making small talk but mostly to be stood near him. You’d noticed others with their phones out, some more subtle than others, as they snapped pictures or videos. Some of them had approached and asked for a genuine photo together and you’d watched as the likes began to rise.

Meeting Jordan a few years out of high school, you were barely 19 when he’d nervously approached you and gave you a shaky chat up line as his friends had pissed themselves laughing in the background. You’d ignored them and appreciated his braveness to come over and the fact that even though he’d been goaded into doing this, he stuck it out and kept talking. His sweetness came through, the cheeky smile that he flashed as he nervously laughed charmed you and 10 years later, here you both stand.

“Remind me how long we have to stay here for?” You mutter, not really wanting to spend another moment here longer than you have to; eager to get out of this dress and let your boobs and belly have freedom once more as Jord rubs your bump cream on.

“Say the word and we’re out of here.”

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footballffbarbiex · 4 years

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56/66 (prompt 1) for Henderson (if you write for him of course)

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“Jordan hasn’t been over for a while,” her mother says, making herself comfortable in the chair as she holds her coffee cup. She eyes her daughter over the rim as she blows to cool the top layer before taking a sip.

“Has he not?”

“You know he hasn’t. Any particular reason?”

“He’s busy I guess.”

“I still think you’d make an excellent couple.” She adds, and there it was. The reason for her bringing him back up. Her mum has been trying to get the two of them together for years, having grown up next door to Jordan.

“Really?” She asks, turning to look at her mum who pulls an innocent expression, “because you haven’t mentioned it in a while. I thought you’d given up hope of us getting together.”

She simply smiles at her daughter and says, “you should know me better than that by now.”

What she didn’t tell her mother was that Jordan has been around lately. In fact, he was hiding in the loft bedroom out of the way while they were both downstairs. Amused at being hidden away, Jordan stretched out on the bed and passed the time with the TV on low as he waits for her to return.

“Don’t you dare say a word.” She demands as she finally makes her way up the attic stairs.

“I didn’t say anything,” he laughs, stretching out and resting his arm behind his head. “I didn’t get chance to, I was only here a minute when you shoved me up the stairs.”

“She wasn’t supposed to come. It’s like she knows when I’m doing something I shouldn’t.” She groans. “I’m so glad I picked you up. Can you imagine her face if she saw your car here? She’d be trying to talk you into wedding plans.”

“Only your mum can have a wedding outfit picked out while you’re still single.” Jordan chuckles.

“Single am I?” She raises her eyebrow as she approaches the bed.

“To her you are.”

“And to you?” She asks as he pulls her down to him.

“Absolutely not. Don’t even think about it.”

“Maybe I should be on the lookout for someone I don’t have to hide with.” She replies, grinning when he pulls an unamused expression.

“I would help you look but as it happens, I’m my own biggest supporter for this. And I’d like to point out that it’s your idea to hide it from her.”

“Nice haircut by the way,” she ignores his statement, even if it’s true.

“Thought I’d try and look good for ya,” he flashes her a grin, “and might I be so bold to ask is that a new perfume?”

“Shut up and kiss me already.”

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footballffbarbiex · 5 years

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Because, because, because.

Seasonal request: Jordan Henderson. Who is NOT feeling the themed Halloween family costumes. Jordan Henderson Halloween fluff where she insists they all dress up together in a theme, like they’re all wizard of oz characters or something, and he is NOT feeling it until he sees how happy she is and how much fun the kids are having 🎃

A/N: I kinda loved writing this? Had a big smile on my face as I wrote it. However, there’s a huge chance that the spacing layout will not put a big smile on your face if you’re checking this on the app because it’s a temperamental bish.

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Jordan is not amused, which only seems to make her happier.

“You’re really enjoying this aren’t you?” he grumbles, pushing the shopping cart around. The kids are at school and she’s insisted that they need to do the Halloween shopping right now, today. He’s tried every trick he can think of to get out of it but she’s having none of it. When her foot goes down, it stays there and he has to accept this.

They’re in the house tonight until 8pm, so she grabs handfuls of mini bags of pick n mix so that they can be handed out to any trick or treaters that may come and also a few extra bags to put them on the top of the pumpkin cupcakes she plans to make and frost later for when they go to the unofficial team Halloween party. She grabs packs of fake cobwebs and fake spiders. They’ve already got pretend skeletons and gravestones from the previous years which they’ll decorate their yard with. She loads three pumpkins into the trolley. She’ll cut up as much of the pumpkin for the puree to use in her recipes as needed and carve the rest for the porch. Jordan knows the moment they’re in the cart that he’ll also be roped into helping. He’ll pretend to be bothered by it, but he’s not. Not really.

It’s the same every year. His family love Halloween, Jordan included, but his fiancé? She’s something else when it turns to October. She has an excitement for Christmas too but it’s not like when it’s Halloween month. She’s not a fan of scary movies, doesn’t like slasher films but she does like dressing up, decorating the house, anything spice and all things spooky.

Jordan scared her once. Once. That’s all it had taken for him to learn his lesson, and he’s never done it since. He’d seen the fear on her face, felt the punch as it connected with his chest as she’d freaked out and he’d held her for the next five minutes as she’d calmed down. Once he’d removed the scary clown mask of course. She’d been a shaking mess and it had taken a long time to get her to forgive him again.

“This is adorable.” She touches the skirt of a witch’s costume.

“You should get it,” he tries, optimism is clear in his voice and he knows he’s shot himself in the foot by showing it.

She turns to him, a scowl on her face. “Why would I get it when you know we’ve got co-ordinated outfits at home?” She continues to stare at him as he looks anywhere but at her. “Oh. Oh, I get it. You’re hoping if I get caught up with one of these that I’ll abandon the family matching ones.” She wags her finger at him with glee. “Ain’t going to happen my little lion.” She condescendingly taps his cheek.

He knows this is payback for scaring her, even though it was years ago now. She may forgive, but she does not forget, and he cannot say a thing. She moves around the store with a spring in her step, throwing in scented candles, far too many packs of candies and chocolate and a whole lot of other things that she doesn’t need but wants.

“There’s still a million other things I could get,” she announces, directing the cart towards the checkouts. “But I have a house to decorate, buns to make and you to force into an outfit. Let’s go.”

With the kitchen still smelling of baking, a new candle scent burning in the hallway and the porch all trimmed up to her specifications with help from the kids, the tasks turn to getting changed. Jordan had showered while she was baking and then picked up the children. They completed their homework and took it in turns to a bath. Once she’d finished up with everything that she was taking and arranging the bags of sweets in the Halloween bowl, it was her turn to shower and dress.

The theme this year was The Wizards Of Oz. Her previous comment about Jordan being her lion was accurate and the annoyed expression on his face fits the bill perfectly as he stands in front of her wearing the full costume.

“Dad, you look stupid.” His eldest mutters under his breath so his mom doesn’t hear as Jordan spits out some of the fur from the mane which keeps sticking to his lips.

“Says the child dressed as the tin man.” Jord hisses back. “Shut up before I ground you.” But even this threat can’t dampen their spirits. The kids take control of handing out the goodies when the doorbell goes, while his fiancé busies herself in the kitchen making both alcoholic and non-alcoholic cocktails with freezable fake eyeballs and fake severed fingers in to keep it cold.

“That looks disgusting.” He’d commented earlier.

“It won’t stop you drinking it though. It’s Halloween, live a little. The dead will be.” He’d shrugged. She had a point.

After a while, he softens as he watches the kids get into their roles and before long, he’s creeping around outside and jumping out at the unsuspecting trick or treaters.

“You’re supposed to be a cowardly lion.” Shrieks a little witch no older than 5 as she tries to hit him with her broom.

“I found my courage tonight.” He manages to get out as he tries to get away from each of her smacks. “Give her an extra pack of them!” He all but shouts. “Give them all an extra one.” He adds, gaining cheers from the small group of children as he ducks out of view, heading around the house and comes in through the kitchen door at the back.

“Someone is finding their paws in that costume.” She comments, slipping her arms around his waist and holding him close. She looks amazing as Dorothy and he plans to tell her so later.

“Well,” he dismisses it with a wave of his paw. “It would be rude not to. It’s only one night a year, right?”

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50 Ways To....

[edited as there have been some confusion]

Ok, so as I said earlier, you may remember me asking for a LOT of player names so I could write some blurbs. Now, this seemed like such a good surprise you with a lot of new writing, but in truth, it was harder to look at the requests and see the names I’d taken and found trying to assign them myself was a little tricky, because I suddenly realised I couldn’t choose.

So instead, I’m now presenting it to you.

Now, this being said, I did post my posting schedule for here which goes right up to October and I still have a lot of requests to write, but these will be written in between when I’m stuck for ideas and need a little blurb or drabble to keep me going. So please keep it in mind.

So, if you’d like to take part, I need to know what player you’d like to see and what number/list you’re choosing from. I’ve had a few asks with just names which is fine, I’m happy to write these but again, I don’t know what number for. So please send me a number and which list you’d like to see that player written for.

Below are the players put forward but feel free to add anyone else you’d like:

Dele.

Adam Lallana

Virgil

Leon

Marco Reus

Hector Bellerin

Paulo Dybala

Erik Durm

Eric Dier

Marco Asensio

Trent

Jack Grealish

Fede bear

John Stones

Jordan Henderson

Antoine

Harry Winks

Ben Chilwell

Kepa

Christian Pulisic

Rafinha

Paulo Gazzaniga

Julian Draxler

Loris Karius

Andre Silva

Mario Hermoso

Tony Kroos

Alisson

John McGinn

Sergio Ramos

Frenkie de Jong

Thorgan Hazard

Neco Williams

Please check before sending an ask as I’m updating constantly with who/what has gone.

50 Wordless Ways To Say I Love You.

Holding their hands when they are shaking. Eric dier

Tucking the sheets around them when they stir during the night. Marco Reus

Traveling long distances just to see them. Erik Durm

Making their favorite meal when they are having a hard day. Hector Bellerin

Giving them a kiss before going to work and they are still in bed. Trent

Tucking your head into their neck during a hug. Harry Winks

Lightly kissing on top of a freshly formed bruise. Mario Hermoso

Buying them something unrequested because it made you think of them. Leon

Participating in their hobby even if it doesn’t personally interest you. Antoine

Sitting in comfortable silence while eating a meal. Dele

Telling them a dumb joke just to see their smile. Puli

Following their family traditions that they enjoy. Rafinha

Playing your fingers through their hair while sitting next to them on the couch. Leon

Singing and dancing to their favorite song. Ramos

Calming them down when they have a bad dream. Fede

Having a tickle fight until you’re breathless. Virgil

Folding their clean laundry and putting it away. Antoine

Sharing a soft smile across a crowded room. Paulo G

Bringing them a plate of their favorite sliced fruit. Bellerin WRITTEN

Washing their back/hair in the shower. Thorgan

Sharing your umbrella with them in the rain. Draxler

Listening to them while they vent. Kepa

Taking a picture together to print and hang later. Chilly

Tracing your names together in the sand. Anyone you want WRITTEN

Wearing clothes in their favorite color. Kroos

Doing a chore for them that you know they aren’t fond of. Stones

Leaving a plate of food in the microwave for when they have a late shift. Hendo

Sharing a drink with them from the same straw. Grealish

Tucking their hair behind their ear to help them get it out of their face. Antoine. PLOT ALREADY SUBMITTED

Helping scratch that itch on their back they can’t reach. Loris

Pulling a chair out for them to sit down at the table. Reus

Wrapping a blanket around them when they are sitting on the couch and watching a show. Silva

Throwing away their piles of tissues when they have a cold. Frenkie

Mending an item of their clothing that was ripped. Puli

Running out in the middle of the night to get a food item they’re craving. Virgil

Helping brush their hair after a shower. Ramos

Making sure to be quiet while they’re taking a nap. Asensio

Letting them warm their cold hands under your shirt. Draxler

Giving them your dessert when you eat out because it’s their favorite. Lallana

Making a goofy face until they notice and laugh. Antoine

Giving them space when they express wanting to have some time alone. Fede

Holding their hand while walking, even if there isn’t a crowd. Harry

Holding shopping bags that are too heavy for them. Virgil

Standing between them and a busy road. Alisson

Rubbing the back of their hand with a thumb. Neco

Giving them a back massage when they flop on the couch or bed. Leon

Staying up half the night to finish a game with them. Trent

Getting them a coffee just the way they like it. Alisson

Giving them a tight hug that makes them lose their breath. Dele

Buying them a special treat when you go out shopping. Harry

50 Ways To meet.

You had an assigned seat next to them at a wedding for a mutual friend. Paulo Dybala

You accidentally sprayed them with yogurt when you opened the lid the wrong way. John Stones

Studying at the same table in the library, you see they are pulling the same study resources as you. Leon Goretzka

They mistook your bowling ball for theirs in the shared ball return.

They caught you when you slipped on ice and nearly fell over. John McGinn

Accidentally stepping on their heel in a crowded room. Winks.

You both do the side-to-side dance when you try to pass them in the grocery store aisle. Leon.

Humming a song and having them begin to hum with you without thinking. Winks.

Tripping while getting into your seat in the theater and spilling your popcorn on them. Giovani Lo Celso

You matched with them in an online chat roulette room. Antoine

Both of you wore the same ugly Christmas sweater to a party. Virgil.

You kick a ball and your shoe flies off, hitting them in the back of the head. Eric Dier.

Accidentally opening a door on their face. Dele

They cover the small amount of change you are short on for a purchase. Tyrone Mings

You both go to the counter, having the same type of coffee called for pick-up.

Riding together up the ski lift. Trent.

They pull you out of the way from the busy bike path. Virgil.

They see your ice cream drop to the ground and buy you a new one. Sonny

You see your favorite book on their desk during class and ask them about it afterwards.

You walk out of a dressing room asking if the outfit suits you, but it’s not your friend waiting outside the room like you thought. Pulisic

Almost spilling a drink because you met their eyes and got distracted thinking how cute they are. Scott McTominay

Getting paired up in a line dance.

Happening to sit next to each other on a park bench, reading the same book. Eric Dier.

Being paired up at a beginners ballroom dancing class.

Sharing an umbrella at a bus stop as it snows.

They get your attention and return your phone that fell out of your pocket.

You help catch their dog when the leash slips from their hand. Eric Dier.

They ask you to pretend to be their date at a bar to prevent an ex from talking to them. Winks

You help pull a loose thread off the back of their shirt.

Meeting their gaze after throwing a coin in a wishing fountain.

Sitting next to each other at a very boring meeting and bonding over your shared lack of attention. Trent.

You wear matching masks at a masquerade party.

Holding the elevator for them and getting off on the same floor. Tyrone Mings

Bumping into each other while trying to pass through a doorway.

They jump into your car breathless and tell you to keep driving.

You throw a snowball at a friend but miss and hit them instead.

The two of you wear costumes from the same fandom at a costume party.

You help a lost child find their parent together. Tyrone Mings

Walking into the incorrect bathroom and meeting eyes with them before quickly realizing the mistake.

You help catch their hat as it flies away in the wind.

The person sitting next to you on the train is wearing clothes that match your lucky colors from your fortune that morning in the paper.

They knock on your apartment door instead of your neighbor’s.

You both reach for the last umbrella in the store on a rainy day. Paulo G

You fix your hair in the reflection of a window to see them smiling at you through it. Winks.

You get scared by them in a corn maze and lash out and hit them, quickly followed by apologizes.

You reach for the same bouquet in a flower shop. Eric Dier

Texting the incorrect number but continuing the conversation.

Sitting next to each other at a sushi bar and sharing a roll.

You both reach for the final donut in the case at a bakery.

Getting paired up on an amusement park that requires even numbered riders.

50 Things To Do With Little One.

And people specifically asked for these players to be considered for baby daddy but again, you can add your own and don’t have use these:

Rhian Brewster.

Dele

Eric Dier

Fede bear

Ross Barkley

Nico Tagliafico

Raúl Jiménez

Diego Reyes

Lisandro Martínez

Edson Álvarez

Paulo Dybala

Roman Burki

Hector Bellerin

Leon Goretzka

Trent

Todd cantwell

Little one jumping in puddles wearing rain boots.

Shopping for nursery furniture for little one.

Holding the little one for the first time. Virgil

Being immensely proud when little one takes their first steps alone.

Little one’s first reaction to seeing/feeling snow. Marco Reus

Singing nursery rhymes to get little one to sleep.

Finger painting with little one. Eric Dier.

Little one getting food all over their face.

Going on a walk together with little one.

Little one coming to sleep with you after having a bad dream.

Picking out little one’s first Halloween costume. Leon.

Little one’s first birthday.

Keeping little one from trying to eat crayons.

Little one’s first trip to the zoo or aquarium.

Showing little one a lightning bug for the first time.

Little one sticking their toes in their mouth.

Little one pulling on your hair with surprising strength. Ramos.

Helping little one go down a slide at the park.

Little one needing an emergency bath.

Tickling little one’s chubby thighs until they laugh.

Singing songs and rocking little one to sleep.

Reading a book with little one on your lap. Virgil.

Having to show little one that the food tastes good by having some too.

Playing airplane/train to get little one to open their mouth and take a bite of food.

Little one chasing after bubbles to pop them.

Playing peek-a-boo with little one.

Little one snuggling with a stuffed animal. Tyrone Mings.

Playing “This Little Piggy” on little one’s toes.

Having little one help mix cookie dough.

Little one eating a slice of fruit and getting juice all down their chin.

Kissing little one where they got hurt to make the pain go away.

Little one stripping their clothes and running around in their diaper.

Waking up to little one crying out in their sleep.

Little one biting everything they can stick in their mouth as they teethe.

Little one sticking pretzel sticks up their nose.

Little one leaving sticky fingerprints on everything they touch. Dele

Having little one help flip pancakes.

Giving little one a raspberry on their tummy after changing their diaper.

Watching little one go in and out of the kiddie pool.

Little one pointing out colors and shapes that they recognize.

Having little one wear their first formal wear.

Little one drifting off to sleep with a smile on their face.

Little one settling down after you finally figure out what they need.

Choosing little one’s name together.

Watching little one attempt to blow the seeds off a dandelion. Grealish.

Little one getting in a laughing kick where everything is funny.

The first time little one picks their own outfit.

Little one chasing down the pet to rest their head on them and hold them tight.

Being unable to stay mad at little one when they give you puppy dog eyes.

Little one playing dress up with a grown-up set of shoes.

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