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A False Accusation

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

⚠️ Curse words

“You don't love me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want the f*cking pain!!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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i had this sitting on my draft and i almost forgot about it! i kept switching between john and hendo when i wrote it. tell me who you imagined this! i hope you enjoyed it<3

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Sleepless nights

Player: Jordan Henderson

TW: Fluff, crying, children

Prompt list: Children

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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So I've just read you one with Henderson and Trent and loved it

Could you do one with the three of them and some of the players like Milner, robbo etc and sees how much the other players think of her like a sister too

You had found out that you didn’t get a place in your first choice university and you needed your big bro and boyfriend. As soon as they noticed you during their training session, Jordan noticed that your brows were furrowed, he nudged Trent and they both make their way over. Your bottom lip quivers and you burst into tears, Trent hugs you as Jordan reads the letter. ‘I know you wanted this one but a new door will open which you might not of thought about because you were blindsided with this’ Trent trying to look on the bright side, Jordan knew that you hated when he did this. You snap at him, and start getting hysterical which gains attention. Robbo always had a soft side for you, he runs over. ‘What has he done?’ he asks getting between the two of you. Everyone knew Robbo would be the first to hurt Trent if he ever hurt you. You explained the situation, Mo appeared and held your hand. ‘I have already failed at the first hurdle’ you cry harder. ‘Don’t ever say that, you Henderson’s are so hard on yourselves’ Robbo says with an eye roll. Klopp gave everyone a break knowing that no one will be training now the teams little sister was here crying her heart out. Everyone at Liverpool saw you as the annoying little sister, there were people you were closer to of course but you had a handshake with everyone and at least everyone has had you as their plane partner, you either played Uno with them, or watched a movie with them which always ended with you sleeping on their shoulders. Everyone hated that you were hurt, a week later you were marching onto the training field. ‘Which one of you arseholes bribed my professor to get me into the program?’ you ask looking at Klopp, then Robbo, and Trent and Jordan. There was a little cough coming from Virgil as he wraps his arm around Bobby. Your face soften. ‘We all put some money in the pot and they recognised having room for one special lady’ the Brazilian smiles. You run over to them and hug them, kissing them as you told them how grateful you were. ‘Anything for you little sis’ they smile as Jordan smiles as he knew how much you were loved with a team.

[jane-gunson123]

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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the captain’s sister

pairing: trent alexander arnold x henderson!reader 

summary: in which, jordan’s baby sister comes to visit for a few weeks and a certain someone catches her attention.

author’s note: okay bare with me, I've been on a trent kick and I had the urge to do a insta au. this is the first time I've done one so we’ll see how this goes lmao 

all photos are from pinterest and/or the liverpoolfc/liverpoolfcw instagrams :) 

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jhenderson: baby sis is back in town ❤️

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ynhenderson: missed ya!! xx 

virgilvandijk: big and small back in action 

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liverpoolfc: spot the difference: henderson edition! 

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trentarnold66: she’s more bossy than skip 🙄

 ↪️ ynhenderson: if you actually trained, I wouldn’t have to be bossy would I?? 🙄🙄 

liverpoolfc: alternately captioned - henderson squared 👍

jhenderson: posted two photos of me and thought I wouldn’t notice 😂

 ↪️ ynhenderson: don’t flatter yourself jord 🙄

trentsbiggestfan: the bickering between y/n and trent is so cute 

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ynhenderson 

liked by liverpoolfc, trentarnold66, jhenderson, and 45,204 others 

ynhenderson: stores seem to be out of 7up tonight, wonder why 🤭

location: anfield // tagged: liverpoolfc, trentarnold66 

jhenderson: telling mum you didn’t put me in the post 

 ↪️ ynhenderson: just cause you’re the captain doesn’t mean you can bully me 🙄

trentarnold66: that guy looks familiar 👀

 ↪️ ynhenderson: just some guy I know 🫶🏽 

liverpoolfc: you always catch the good ones ynhenderson!

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ynhenderson

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ynhenderson: there’s no place like liverpool ♥️ 

location: liverpool // tagged: jhenderson, trentarnold66

jhenderson: did you notice my eyes were closed in the photo of trent and I ? 

 ↪️ ynhenderson: yes, but did you notice how cute I looked in the first one?😘

   ↪️ jhenderson: you are the worst

trentarnold66: who’s that pretty lady is in the first picture 😍

 ↪️ ynhenderson: look to your left and you’ll find out ❤️❤️

   ↪️ jhenderson: this is gross. 

virgilvandijk: come back soon! 

 ↪️ ynhenderson: only if rike makes her coffee cake again! 

    ↪️ virgilvandijk: that can be arranged 😂

[princessdemo]

tomorrow - trent alexander arnold

massive thanks to @cosmic-parker for coming up with the idea and helping me out! i luv you <333 first fic of 2023? wtf- most likely the only fic with how slow i am- hope you enjoy, lots of love, demoooo 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Where are you, baby? Trent types as he soundlessly, but with a slight scamper, strides down the corridor.

He knows he shouldn’t be doing it. And if his best man-the title which caused an abundance of disagreements amidst Andy Robertson, Tyler and Marcel Alexander-Arnold found out he was doing this- it would conclude with an mixture of profanity words. But he’s decided to listen to his heart this time, rather than his head. Taught by his mother- whom was the significant woman in his life, other than you, who is the one tightening his tie tomorrow, fixing his collars as he cries his nervousness for the special day.

Tomorrow was the wedding day of you both. The day you finally would express your love towards each other, not that you don’t every day, though this time in the form of a selection of Vows, drafted by you both. Tomorrow isn’t a day like any other. It’s the moment where your world stops, and for a second, you don’t forget how lucky you are. Trent’s mind had been like a rollercoaster, his emotions mixed all over the place. Even months before the wedding, the boy had been pacing around your house, making sure everything was organised. The final weeks before the day, he’d find himself making silly mistakes during training, or questioning his teammates about how their day to remember proceeded. The man was so in love with you, and that’s why he wants to make sure you know- for the last time as his fiancé.

Your phone buzzes on top of the bathroom counter next to the sink. Just as you’d finished brushing your teeth and wiping your mouth clean with a towel, the screen brightens and a notification pops up.

A giggle leaves your lips as you read the message, heart pounding at the words displayed. A text from Trent voicing ‘where are you?’ makes you shake your head. A deep breath leaving exhaling your nose.

‘In my room, just finished cleaning my teeth. You, okay?’ You type, before placing your phone into your hoodie pocket- selected from a certain scouser’s wardrobe. Claiming if you wasn’t going to be in each other’s presence for at least 24 hours- you’d need something of each other’s.

Not a minute later, your phone is vibrating, causing you to hastily have the gadget back in your hand, eyes glazing over the text.

‘I’m good- just couldn’t sleep. What are you doing now?’

You skim over the dialogue, eyes fixated onto the screen as your hand reaches to turn of the bathroom light. Stepping out of the room, you head towards your bed for the night, placing yourself on top of the sheets to type your response.

‘About to sleep T. My eyes are half dozing as I send this message.’ You note, before switching of your device and placing it aloft the bedside table, slipping into the warmth of the bed sheet. In the twinkling of an eye, the screen pops back on with a flash- lighting up the room. Beside you, laid Rachel Robertson, scrolling through her social media or likely questioning her parents how her children had been. Undoubtedly, herself and Andy were delighted to both be such meaningful positions on yours and Trent’s special day. The four of you spending many days off, switching between either houses, though they were down the road, catching up. The females chuckling at their foolish partners mannerisms. Partly, they were both ecstatic about the idea of having a small break from their children, the young Robertson’s could be a handful at times.

‘Come meet me? In the lobby?’ The message Trent sends presents, inducing a sigh to pass your lips. You tilt your head in the direction of Rachel, weighing up your options. Your head is demanding you to acquiesce with the wedding tradition of not seeing your partner 24 hours before the momentous day. However, something inside you is tempting you to see him.

Eyes peering back to the beaming screen, your fingers type, ‘Trent.’ Lip gnawing in anticipation.

Three dots appear within a flash, replying back to your response.

‘Please baby, I need my goodnight kiss.’ Trent declares, coaxing a smile to form upon your face, cheeks rising with heat.

And this is what persuades you to slide out the bed and slip your trainers on, briskly texting the scouser you’d meet him in 5 minutes. Tying your laces, Rachel grabs your attention-

“Where are you going?” She questions, pupils scanning over yourself- fitted with a pair of joggers, a hoodie of Trent and some trainers.

Beckoning your head within her direction- a puzzled emotion displayed from the Scot. Clearing your throat, you respond. “Just going to head down to the lobby for a minute, grab some water- my head wont shut off.”

She doesn’t interrogate your choices, though you grasped that she knew your response was untruthful, due to your fast pace tone of voice and an even more perplexed expression. She wasn’t going to argue with you over your special day, so attempting to modify your decision was out of her books.

“Okay, don’t be too late.” She smiles, before looking back at phone. That’s your signal to vacate the bedroom and find the scouser waltzing the corridors for you so desperately. “I wont be,” you shake your head, heading towards the door of your hotel room.

Fixed in the hallway of the residence for the night, your eyes scan the walls for a sign leading towards the lobby. To your right, you see an arrow facing the stairs leading to the ground floor, where you supposed your lover would be waiting for you.

Trudging down as you follow the commands stated in front of you, taking a left around the corner where the stairs were located, your body collides with another- a bulked, muscular physique as your head thuds into their chest, a groan leaving your side from the impact.

Your vision leaves the individuals warmth and your eyes glisten up to face the other in front of you.

“Sorry- Oh, T, Hi.” You smile, a slight shock to of seen him so soon.

Trent chuckles at your wonder and bewilderment, bringing his hand up to tickle the hairs at the nape of his neck. “Hi sweet.”

Sight observing a state of anxiousness, you bring your hand to stroke the apple of his cheek, the soft skin warming to your touch. “You alright?” You nod.

Trent sighs, eyes fixating towards the ground. “I’m nervous,” puckering his lips.

Your eyes scrunch in confusion, a tinge of sadness for the scouser makes you want to cuddle him until he cannot breathe. “For what? Talk to me?” you guide.

His eyes still beckon over the sight of your shoes, glued to surface of the carpet. A deep inhale is followed by an breathily exhale. “Everything. Tomorrow, becoming your husband- what if I'm not good enough, the-“ He notes as you cut him off.

“Trent,” You take his larger hand in yours, thumb fondling over the palm. “Come on, what’s making you think like this?” you question.

“I don’t know really. You are so special, and the only girl that’s made me the happiest man ever, I just don’t want to mess things up.” He replies softly. Making your heart thud immensely.

You lean in to peck his lips, a slight tinge of alcohol still present that you knew would be encouraged by his teammates, much to Hendo’s disagreement. As you pull away, your eyes meet his, “Let’s go for a walk outside hm, a bit of fresh air is probably needed.”

The pair of you make it outside, the cold temperature demanding you to snuggle close to each other, the attraction of warmth too pleasurable. You notice a bench in the distance, dragging the 5ft 9 male in the direction of the seating. You both take seat, the view presenting a small lake, lighten by a street lamp.

Your hands never lost contact, the touch becoming comforting to you both. Something one may have required more than the other.

“Talk to me.” You start, your body turning to face the man next to you, in less than 24 hours, you could finally call him your husband, something you had always dreamt of as a little girl.

Trent shrugs, “Just nervous, yknow? Like I don’t want to mess tomorrow up. Its our day, and I know you have been waiting for something so magical since forever.”

Your eyes widen at his words, lip jittering out in despair, “Hey, you aren’t going to ruin tomorrow okay. Its going to be the best day of our lives. Well, I hope it will live up to the champions league final. But I do know that it is going to be immense. You have nothing to worry about.” You nod.

This time Trent’s bringing your face as approach to his, lips meeting yours with an instance. “I love you.” To which you reply back, “I love you too.”

“If anything, I should be the one stressing. What if I fall over in my dress? My shoes, no idea how I'm going to walk in those?” You both share a laugh, Trent hand clutching yours tighter.

“Remember when you had too much to drink at Ox’s birthday party?” you shake your head at his words, eyes closing in embarrassment at your actions. “I even had to hold your shoes when we were leaving cause’ your feet were so sore.”

“That’s going to be me tomorrow.” Tucking your head into Trent’s lap, raising it after his next response.

Trent smiles, “We’ve had some eventful times together.”

Your eyes light up at his words, floods of memories coming back to you. “Remember our first date?”

Now it’s Trent’s turn to shake his head, “When we got mobbed by fans? Can’t say that’s what I had in mind.” He tucks you closer into his chest.

“Still ended the night well though, first kiss in Maccies carpark is unforgettable.” You chuckle.

“The boys still take the piss out of me every time I walk into the changing rooms, should’ve lied and said the night went so smooth- rather than letting them know we ended up stuffing our faces with burgers and fries.”

You gasp, “Can’t believe you went against your dietary requirements. Shocking that!”

Trent chuckles under his breath, “Listen!” His voice raises with the intention of proving his point. “It was me day off, give it a rest babe.”

You giggle at his words, hand leaving his to cover your mouth. “Alright, alright.”

“Now its me turn to tell one of my favourite memories about us.” Trent starts, “Remember when I took ya to see me mural? And ya said you preferred Hendo’s more?”

Covering your eyes in mock shame, “I cant lie, Hendo’s looking pretty good in that painting.”

Trent gasps at the verbalisation he’s heard, “You being serious? He’s a dad!”

The trees in the setting swayed in line with the wind. The breeziness making goose bumps raise upon your skin attributable to the sharp, nail biting cold. Both were snuggled against one another, Trent’s arm perched upon the lower part of your back.

You pull your phone out of your pocket, the pair of you scanning through your camera roll, snickering and yapping about old pictures.

“Aww, you recall this?” Nudging the phone into his hands, the bottom of your back adjusting to the loss of tepidity from the man beside you.

“Of course, I do. One of me favourite moments in my career.” He smirks. “I remember twitter went mad after it. Wanted to show me love and appreciation towards ya in the form of my cherished platform.” Trent responds.

One of the first games you made an appearance to support your partner in, ended with a mass of messages and a collection of butterflies whooshing within your stomach. Trent had decided his next goal occurred would see him performing with a love heart into the crowd. The direction was to yourself and ended with a smile never parting from your features.

“On another note. You are wearing a tie which matches the flowers tomorrow right? No red for Liverpool-“

Trent shakes his head at your mannerisms, rolling his eyes. “Robbo suggested it. Hendo’s sorted it out though. They are both buzzing for me to get married. Jordan keeps saying his son’s growing up.”

A blush creeps over your cheeks, and you couldn’t help the small laugh that followed. When it came to Hendo and Trent. Their friendship was inseparable, similar to him and Andy, though, The age on Henderson made himself perform a father-like figure towards Trent throughout his career. It settled your nerves knowing he had someone to offer love and ease when you weren’t around. Especially times when he was outside of Liverpool, away from you for handful of days, he could struggle. It calmed your nerves knowing he had that someone, and Jordan was more than happy to play that role.

You take a deep breath, “I can’t believe tomorrow is actually the day, finally calling myself an Alexander-Arnold.” A soft grin arising. “Wonder what your vows are going to be like..” You question, lips puckering in the sense of curiosity.

“Me vows? Going to be absolutely breath taking. Worked me arse off writing this essay.” He teases, pressing a peck to your lips.

Shoulders shaking at his response, nodding intensively. Sometimes he did come out with some berserk statements. But it made you love him more and more each day.

Trent grabs your hands into his own, shuffling so you are facing each other, now separated from your snuggled position. He stands up from the bench, fleetly rubbing his hands on his jeans to remove any creases, before placing them back into yours. He nods, “Listen, let me act out how tomorrow is going to go.” He starts, as you giggle. “So, we say our vows- blah blah blah, mine will be the most emotional, heartfelt-“

“Woah.” You stop him, disagreeing with his opinion of his own. “What?” you exclaim.

“Shh, baby. You are interrupting my performance.” Trent snarls, raising a finger to his lips as a visual instruction for you to listen. He starts again, “So we do the vows, astounding the crowd as I do.” You roll your eyes, as he contuines. “I’ll grab the ring, then place it on your finger like this-“ He takes your hand, holding your ring finger in his own, and pretends to slip a ring on. Your heart flutters at his gestures, hand raising to your heart in a state of awe.

“Then once you have done the same for me, and its time to kiss.” He pulls you up from the bench, a thrilling rush flowing through your system, heart pulsating out your chest. “I’ll lean in like this, hopefully me mum’s crying so much she doesn’t see much or ya dad isn't watching for my sake.” He guides your head to face his own, a finger tickling your lower chin. A smirk emerges, as you snake your arms round his neck. He reaches to move the unwanted baby hairs, flourished around your face, tucking them behind your ears.

Trent leans into your features, lips softly attaching your own, moving at a sweet pace, nothing too heavy. He pulled away gently, catching his breath, “Need too,” a second kiss, “Get in,” lips hoover over yours, “as many kisses as possible,” allowing a small amount of tongue to slide in, skimming the tip. “As after tonight,” He presses a kiss to your cheek, “The next will be as husband and wife.” Planting a final smooch to your forehead.

“Trent?” You breathe.

“Mhm.”

“Lets get married baby.”

[sergioperez4life]

Can we all just appreciate Harry Kane for a moment he went up for TWO penalty do you know how much pressure that must be for him. All of them Loins did there best to get us into that semi final but it just didn’t work out in the end but the hate and awful comment they are getting is disgraceful nobody should be treated like that. It makes me very sad that that’s how people think of them I don’t even know how they can even call them self football fans after that.

This is our team and we should be proud. ♥️♥️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

[egyptiankingg]

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

DONT CRY ANON, I MADE THIS FOR YOU 🫡

THE REAL DEAL

Where jude comes to lfc

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH SO PLS REPOST YALL

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[football-and-fanfics]

If Jude is indeed coming to Liverpool I can definitely see Hendo teaching him how to make his own bed 😆🤪🤣

[footballerimaginess]

Being proud

30 Day Challenge My daily challenge with prompts, these fics will not be tagged only if they were requested by an account and they’ll be under 500 words.  28. Being proud Jordan Henderson Word Count: 307 Finishing up your masters was something you didn't think would happen, falling pregnant half way in the middle of completing it wasn't something you had in mind. But you had completed it, done. finished. Today was the day of your graduation, you were feeling so nervous that this day had finally arrived. Jordan had arrived at the venue where the graduation ceremony was being held, you were so nerves. The constantly feel pf having butterflies bubbling in your stomach. Something you had worked incredibly hard for, you were waiting around with everyone when you felt a little hand tugging at your gown. "Oh hello princess" you smiled as you placed your daughter on your hip as all the girls cooed over her as they simply fell in love with Aliza. "Hey" Jordan smiled as he planted a kiss on your cheek. "Hi babe, thank you for letting me see her before I go in" you smiled as he nodded. "Not a problem babe, she was so excited when I told her where we were going. We best go find our seats, see you after" he smiled. - "Miss y/n y/l/n" your name was announced as you walked up on the stage as you collected your degree. You heard everyone cheering as you made your way back to your seat. You celebrated with your friends as you took photos before you went to find Jordan and Aliza. "I am so proud of you" Jordan whispered as he pulled you in for a cuddle. "Thank you so much, I can't believe I did all of this. I am proud of myself for completing it too. I think I need to celebrate with a glass of wine" you smiled as Aliza grabbed your hand as you headed off to go and celebrate this huge milestone in your life.

[avenirdelight]

A Friend?

John Stones

(ft. Jude Bellingham & Jordan Henderson)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“About what?”

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

“You think so?”

“Yeah. You don’t think so?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure. You okay with the cameras?”

“I’m gonna make it real quick.”

“Okay.”

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

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

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

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

“Here’s the thing, John.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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world cup is over but i still have a couple world cup-themed imagines, i hope you don’t mind!

i enjoyed writing this one, and it’s always fun to bring on the other players~ i hope you liked it! likes, comments, reblogs, and feedback are always appreciated!💖

My Masterlist🤍

[lfc21]

TikTok prompt list

I have decided to start a tik tok prompt list as these are some of my favourite types of imagines to read. I have done one tik tok imagine before which I enjoyed. Please feel free to request who you would like for each number! @footyblurbs also do some amazing tik tok imagines so definitely check them out! 😊Have fun ❤️

Rating your boyfriend through out the day Trent Alexander Arnold

Pretending to be asleep when they come home Joe Gomez

"This guy is so fit" Prank Darwin nunez

Pretend to ruin their eyebrows, using the no eyebrow filter Kostas Tsimikas

"Im sleeping on the couch" Curtis Jones

Not saying love you back Kostas Tsimikas

Calling your boyfriend the wrong name Jordan Henderson

Listing your icks to one another Trent Alexander Arnold

Wiping away their kisses Kostas Tsimikas

Slamming their car door to see how they will react Virgil Van Dijk

"You could have been abit nicer to me today" Jordan Henderson

Pretending you are on the phone finding out gossip whilst next to them. Trent Alexander Arnold

"He's gone you can come over now" prank Jordan Henderson

Calling them by their full name Kostas Tsimikas

Sighing as if something is wrong and refusing to tell them what it is Jordan Henderson

Pretending to pay loads of money for air in your tires from the garage Trent Alexander Arnold

@prettylittletrent @cornertakenquicklyyyy @trentalexanderarnold @robbo38 @robbothegoat @kostasstsimikass @chelseamount @chloereddy @tsimikasfamily @avenirdelight @blueathens @jordanhendersunshine @mrs-henderson @thatonesexycancerian @hendersons1truelover @nyctophilic0vitnir @peekapeaches @tsimikxs @tsimikostas @trentalexarnofan @leddows @moneymasnn @superkittywonderland @virgilvansike @virgilvandickmedown @hopefulromantic1 @robbo-trent-fanfiction26

[macybeckham7]

A hendo younger sister x TAA

Being a the lap of honour and being emotional about Bobby and Milner leaving, with the reader essentially growing up around them and cameras catch you crying so Milner consoles you and Bobby then hugging you.

If you were being honest you were emotional as soon as you woke up on the Saturday for the last game of the season at Anfield. You spoke to Trent and Jordan about wearing Bobby’s name and Milner’s number, you cried when they did the guard of honour for them. You cheering for them along with the fans who you knew held them dearly in their hearts. You grew up with them at the club and you grew very close to them, you called James your uncle, and would go round for a coffee and catch up, you would always play football with Bobby and was really close to the Firmino’s. It wasn’t that you were just losing your favourite players from your club, you were losing family. You weren’t going to lose contact but it was going to be different now, you weren’t going to have them run over to you when you went to training field. The cameras capture you crying hugging your big bro, who was laughing but rubbing your back. James spots it and looks around the stadium and jogs over to the Henderson duo. ‘Come on, none of that’ he says as he pulls you into his arms. He kisses your forehead. ‘I love you kiddo’ he whispers as you hug him tighter. You knew about him leaving way before anyone else, but it hadn’t really hit you until now. Fans cheering his and Bobby’s name and how emotional they both looked. Bobby comes over, it wasn’t until he joins in the group huddle he lets his tears fall. Trent joins the hug as well as Jordan, slowly most of the team were in the hug, as they all share their well wishes and trying to calm you down. ‘Does this mean I am your new favourite?’ you hear Virgil say making everyone laugh, as you grip onto the two people who have grown to adore.

[jane-gunson123]

That Time Of The Month

Your husband, Jordan Henderson, comforts you on your period.

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Your period were always hard. They were heavy and you always had bad cramps. Even after birth control they never got easier. You dreaded the time of month they would come, your husband  however, Jordan had grown used to, you getting your period.

So today when he came home from training to you curled up on the sofa with your hot water bottle and no kids in sight, he knew you had came on.

“Jess, you okay Babe?” Jordan asked, crouching next to the sofa, his hand gentilly rubbing her back.

“I’ve got cramp, Jord.” Jess answered back sitting up to pull Jordan into a hug.

“Have you had any paracetamol?” 

“Yeah about an hour ago.” Jess yawned.

“Why don’t a run you a bath?” Jordan suggested, picking Jess up of the sofa into his arms.

“Yeah, but only if you carry me up.” Jess smiled, pressing her head against his chest. She could feel the vibrations of his laugh as he began to head upstairs.

“I love you, Jord.” Jess admitted, sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for the bath to run.

“I love you more, Darlin’“ She loved hearing him call her darling, especially with his macken accent even though she hear self was a geordie and they were superior in her eyes, in general but even more so in football.

When the bath was run, Jordan careful guided Jess into the bathroom and helped her take off her clothes and get in. He  sat on the floor next to the bathtub and washed her hair before leaving her to relax so he could go the the kitchen fill up her hot water bottle and make her a hot chocolate for bed.

When Jess had eventually emerged from the bathroom Jordan had her favorite pjs on the bed, his old Liverpool jersey, that was about 3 sizes to big for her, and some fluffy bottoms from primark that were mickey mouse christmas edition and the only pair of fluffy bottoms she would wear.

“I’m just going to have a shower but your hot chocolates on the bedside cabinet with your hot water bottle.” Jordan said grabbing a pair of shorts to put on after the shower.

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” Jess smiled at him, sitting on the bed in a fluffy towel.

“You don't have to thank me.” Jordan replied, kissing her forehead.

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Chocolate Doors

Jordan Henderson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: the kids don't really get the concept of the advent calendar - to be fair, neither does jordan, random noises in the middle of the night, a bit of scolding, some giggles.

Word Count: 491

Author's Note: jordan ain't shit sometimes but he's still my baby so here we are lmao

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Jordan buys your children a Christmas advent calendar, but they don't exactly understand the concept.

It seems that the concept of an advent calendar was a bit much for a 3 and 4 year old to grasp. They understood that they get a piece of chocolate everyday but couldn't seem to understand why it was only one piece of chocolate every day instead of the 25 pieces in 5 days.

You and Jordan tried your best to explain it, putting the calendars into the top cupboards for the first few days, knowing the boys would just open all of them if you left them out.

It was the 15th, there were still 10 days left on each of the calendars and it seems the boys had grasped the concept; one piece a day. They had already had their pieces today, after their dinner and then you and Jordan had watched a movie with them. Your husband put the boys to bed and you were in the bedroom wrapping gifts.

"All tucked in," Jordan says, shutting the door quietly behind him as he comes in.

He joins you on the floor as you wrapped the gifts. He wasn't very good at wrapping gifts so he was passing you the tape as you folded the paper.

There's a noise coming from downstairs but you're certain you've turned off the tv when you came up. "Ddi you hear that?" you asked your husband, the man looked at you confused.

"Hear what-" he was cut off by the loud thud.

Jordan gets up, telling you to stay there as he makes his way downstairs to check what the noise was. Less than 30 seconds later, you hear your boys talking to their father.

You get up, going down to check why they weren't in bed.

"What's- oh," your lips pressed together to stop yourself from laughing. The boys had climbed onto the counter, getting the advent calendar down and started opening the remainder of the squares.

"What happened to one a day?" Jordan asked them, taking the now empty calendars from them.

You ignore the man, who was obviously trying to scold them but was doing a miserable job at it. even the boys thought so, ignoring their dad.

"Sorry mama," the older one says, giggling. you roll your eyes playfully, getting a wet towel to wipe the chocolate off of their faces.

"Go brush your teeth and go back to bed, I don't want any more trouble." you tell them, both of them nodding as they make their way back up the stairs.

"We're not doing these next year," he says, tossing the empty calendars into the trash.

You snicker, "as if you weren't the same way."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"As if you don't remember," you tell him, "when we first started dating, I bought you one and you claimed that you didn't see all the numbers then ate all of the chocolates in one go."

Jordan laughs, rolling his eyes. "I can't believe you remember that."

[princessdemo]

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