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[findingnemosworld]

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫 - 𝐦𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐡.

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐡: 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲/𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 “𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠” 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲/𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲/𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧. )

𝐩𝐬𝐚: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 ( 𝐦𝐨'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐭𝐰 ) 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐬.

𝐢'𝐦 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭, 𝐲/𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐠𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 ( 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 ) 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭.

[ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ]

( cuuuute )

Y/N is a deeply spiritual person in the sense that she believed with her whole heart that a woman must remain pure and untouched until she meets the man she can truly call, the love of her life - she was born in Cairo, Egypt to two loving parents who were Catholic and had instilled in her that the proper way to love someone is to refrain from any and all sinful acts, which is a lesson she carried throughout her entire life.

She had tried dating, and by dating - it was the standard, meeting a nice guy over a meal or a soft drink, chatting for a few hours yet it never really went anywhere, two serious relationships that ended only because the men expected her to relent and fully surrender herself to someone, whilst she fully believed that the person she is meant to be with is out there, and if she were to meet him, she wanted to be pure.

That's when Mohammed came into the picture.

Y/N was accepted into Liverpool Hope University on a scholarship to study English Literature as she hoped to become an author, a kids author to be exact - and within her time in Liverpool she was able to meet several people of the same faith, who ensured that she had fun but also steered clear of sinful acts, and one morning; a very calm and uneventful morning, she stopped at a café to grab a cappuccino and a sweet treat when on her way out, she collided with someone and thankfully, nothing was spilled.

" Oh my god, I am so sorry " Y/N apologized before her eyes widened upon realizing who she collided with.

It was none other than, Mohammed Salah, Liverpool's and Egypt's star.

Her parents adored him, given that they were massive football fans and her father frequently watched Liverpool games on the tv just to cheer him on.

" It's fine " Mohammed smiles politely, his brows raising for a moment before he decided to ask. " You're not from here, are you? "

Y/N shakes her head with a shy smile, " No, I'm a fellow Egyptian " she states with a giggle.

" Really " Mohammed smiled.

Y/N nods, " yes, I am and just for the record, I'm not an avid fan of football so you can rest, I won't act crazy or ask you for a photo, but thank god my parents aren't here cause they love you " she laughs.

Mohammed laughs, " Ah, well I'm glad to know that "

Y/N gestured to her car, " I should probably go now " as she was about to make her way to her car he stops her, " Yes "

" May I at least know your name? " Mohammed asks, " And maybe get your number, you know ... " he smiles, " just in case you need a tour guide around Liverpool "

Y/N smiles, " Ah! " she placed her cup and box on top of her car before she rummaged through her bag to grab a pen and a piece of paper and write down her contact information. " Here you go "

Mohammed smiled as he read over the name, " Y/N L/N, a beautiful name "

" Thank you " Y/N smiled, " Goodbye Mohammed "

That day was the setting stone for a beautiful and spiritual relationship built on respect, love and admiration; They had similar personalities and were very hardworking when it came to what they loved, their only difference being their religion, Mohammed being a practicing Muslim and Y/N being a religious Christian, however that difference as much as it was minuscule seeing they both hailed from the same nation, it did pose as problem when it came to the public eye.

Several hate messages and comments flooded her socials, people telling her to back off, calling her a bad seed for supposedly corrupting Mohammed and while those comments affected her in a sense, Mohammad assured her that he doesn't care as his intentions for her were pure, he loved her and respected her wholeheartedly, regardless of the religion she practiced.

After a lovely dinner in a cozy Italian restaurant, Mohammed and Y/N decided to take a walk around the park, and it was then that he decided to ask her, " Where do you see yourself in a year? "

Y/N took a minute to formulate a coherent response and smiled, " I would say, happily married with a child "

Mohammed smiled at the answer, " So do I " he falls silent for a moment before he decides to ask even further, " I want that too, however two children instead of one "

Y/N felt a flutter inside of her chest, " Girls or boys? "

Mohammed shrugs, " I don't mind, as long as God gives me healthy children, and their mother is also healthy " he smiles, " I don't mind what I am blessed with "

Y/N nods slowly, " So, in a year from now, you'd get married? "

" Yes " Mohammed nods, " I'm not getting any younger, I want to do things properly, I want to settle down seeing as I am thankful to God and my parents for getting me to where I am, I'm only short of one thing that God had advised us to do, get married "

Y/N smiles, " I like that, I am glad I found you because ... there are no more real men in this world, you're a gem Mohammed and I love you so much "

Mohammed smiled, " I love you too " he stopped midway through their walk which confused Y/N. " I want to ask you something "

Y/N stops with a confused expression, " Ok? "

" Marry me? "

There it was, the two words she'd wanted to hear her entire life; her mother had gotten married at a young age, and here she was, at twenty five - in front of who she can only describe as an angel on earth, " Mo " she whispers.

" Y/N I mean it, I want a future with you " Mohammed smiles, " While I would love it, if you converted to Islam, but I don't want to force you, I respect you Y/N, I respect the fact that you live your life the proper way which is a rare thing to find in this world and if there's a woman I know will be a proper mother to my children, it'll be you "

His words were enough to have her tears threatening to fall, " so? "

" Yes, I will marry you, we can get married tomorrow if we have to " Y/N giggles, " I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you "

" Good " Mohammad smiled, " I will do this tomorrow night, the proper way but for now, let's continue our walk "

[mchlgayser]

Please can we have a Mo Salah/Marco Asensio fic? Reader had a one night stand with Marco back in 2019 but only them two know and she’s now seeing Mo and the relationship is so pure but he sees the DMs Marco has sent since (she’s not interested anymore) and even though he trusts her, Mo gets jealous and takes his frustrations out on Marco in the LIV/RMA match. thank you

PRESENT TIME: : mohamed salah x female!reader

author's note: hello dear! I will do as you ask but I'm afraid I can't do the 'one-night stand' part with Marco and instead I'll change it to past relationship with each other. This is due to Mo's religion as a muslim. I'm sorry if this upset but I'll try my best to fulfill the other parts. This fiction is so out of the reality, like some I just add as to what I like it might not happened in rl too but anw thank u xx

contents warning: a fight almost broke off at the field

'Love you can hit the shower now, it's free!' Your husband said, going through his drawer to find clothes and some sort, you hum putting the phone back on the table and walk away-- But you stopped double checking to make sure that it was locked before you left to shower.

Salah stopped his movement the moment you lock the bathroom door and went through your phone, it was locked and the face is denied his so he calls for your three-year-old daughter, Habiba

'Can you come here for a moment darling?' She steps in and he put the phone right on her face and the phone unlocked 'Thank, now go back and watch your cartoon show..' He scrolls through your phone hoping he could find something, anything but to no avail he finds none.

Not until a notification popped on the screen and he saw @marcoasensio10 has sent you a message.

He clicks on it and it loads on an Instagram message, it was just one text from you but partially Marco.

He scroll further up until he can't, it started with;

@marcoasensio10: hey, it's me Marco. (16 May 2019)

@marcoasensio10: can we talk?? Please.... (17 May 2019)

@marcoasensio10: I miss the time when we used to date (27 Sep 2020)

@marcoasensio10: I heard you got married.. Congrats! (28 Sep 2020)

@marcoasensio10: How're you now? Good? Can I say that I still miss you?? (3 Oct 2020

And now there's finally one from you

@yourusername: I'm not interested Marco, I got a husband now, a married woman. You should stop messaging me like this. It's not appropriate. Please stop texting me or I'm blocking you (4 Oct 2020)

@marcoasensio10: Just checking up I guess? Well then see you (4 Oct 2020)

Time jumps to this year and he suddenly texting you again.

@marcoasensio10: I miss you y/n, dearly. Come back to me so we can fix our problem (Today at 08:34)

Salah was annoyed, not at you obviously, he trusted you with all his soul and heart and based on the text you haven't paid attention much to him either but he can't ignore the fact that he's jealous, jealous of the fact that somebody is loving his wife right now, his haven. He was frustrated with the fact that a guy of your past hadn't gotten past you.

When he heard the shower tap closing, he rapidly wears his clothes and locked the phone pretending like he wants to get out of the room by the time you got out 'Where are you heading to? You questioned, towel on top of your head as you dried it clean 'Just checking up on Habiba..' He mentioned sending a wink your way and left.

He was thinking of a plan, a plan to get revenge that won't seem to prominent in your eyes at the public's. He then remembered about his upcoming match against Real Madrid.

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Today is the match, Mo had invited you over to see him play, you agreed seeing nothing's wrong with it and leave with your daughter, Habiba to the stadium.

You are now sitting on the v.i.p benchers, waiting for the game to start as fans continue cheering for both sides, you smile at Habiba as her hands got ahold of the rail, 'Are you excited baby?' She nods jumping up and down

'Papa!' She squealed pointing to the big screen, you look up seeing the camera are now focusing on him but it immediately switched to his other teammates, Habiba sulk pointing to the screen once again 'Papa!' She yelled, and you chuckle at her sulky demeanor 'There! There's papa Biba!' You exclaimed pointing down to the field and she screeched seeing her father.

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The first half ended with Real Madrid leading 1-0, you had started to grew anxious buy it was the opposite for Habiba, she was happily playing with her tablet. You could see that Mo was down but it's not the only thing that caught you, it's including Marco waving over at you with a smile right in front of your husband.

You looked away from him looking down on Habiba and pretending like you catching up on her instead, Mo on the other hand could not take any longer. He push Marco hard he almost stumbles, Mo started going at him yelling words you could not make out, you was worried, so worried for your husband as players from both teams now started to separated the two apart.

It was then Mo got two yellow card with one red card for starting a fight, you was shocked picking up Habiba out of instinct and ran inside the locker room where players assemble.

You immediately spotted your husband running towards his direction and gave him a tight reassuring hug. 'It's okay.'

'It's not okay, he was picking on you. Don't say that it was okay.' He admitted, hands running through your head with a heavy sigh 'You knew?' He hums hugging you even tighter 'But I'm not mad at you, he was wrong for what he did. I'm okay now, I put him in his place.'

'What place?' A small voice cooed, you both look down seeing Habiba looking up to both of you with big doe eyed, you share a look between Mo and her before you let a small laugh 'Nothing babe!'

Mo continued watching the game with you inside the locker room and left shortly after the game ended, all said was 'I'm already excited to leave and spend time with you and Biba.'

author's note II: icl, I'm not happy with the result, it was shitty, is all I can speak up but at least I get to update 💀💀 but I think I did my best tbh, hope you can feel the same anon and readers <3 xx

[formulalfc]

february blurb game as a thank you for 500 followers and in celebration of my favourite month of the year!!🤍

send me a football player/formula one driver from the lists i write for in my bio and your favourite song lyric and i'll write a blurb based on them

can be any range of lyrics, fluffy, angsty, smut etc whatever you want!!

thank you so much for all the love and support for my account up until now, i appreciate every single one of you so much💗

[hornyramostan]

I wanted to add a lil bit of drama in this ask🤣 The reader going to the Champions league final for his beloved Liverpool since she was a hard Red fan and for her bf Sergio, everything was ok until Sergio did the infamous injury to Salah, her favorite player of the team. OMG Sergio was in BIG trouble coming home 💀

Why?; Sergio Ramos

May 28. Champions League final. These matches were always intense, because, In almost all of them, your boyfriend was on the field. But this, this was a different match. Your team, Liverpool, and your boyfriend's team, Real Madrid, were going to play a match that would define the Champions League winner this year.

Your boyfriend knew that you supported Liverpool, and that your favourite player was Salah. He knew it.

You obviously didn't expect that he would loose in aim for liverpool to win and you to be happy, but you didn't think he was going to do what he did either.

The first minutes of the match were fine. It was very competitive but it was something to expect, after all it was an UCL final. But at minute 25, your boyfriend runned to stop Salah, that it is worth clarifying, he was unstoppable. He grabbed it by the shoulder and you could see by the face the screen was showing, that Salah felt something was wrong. He injured your favourite player.

Of course Mohammed had to get out of the pitch, with tears on his face. You could only hear the whistles and insults that were obviously directed at Sergio. You thought about participating in them but you only decided to withdraw from the stands and enter the box.

The match endend. Real Madrid won. You were furious. You knew that it he didn't break him, Liverpool would won the match. He was scared of him. And now, he would be scared of you. Because he knew how much you loved the team and Moh.

You went to the house the both of you shared and decided to take a bath in order to reassure you. But you where feeling exactly the same. Furious. You turned on the TV just to see the RM team celebrating and yours crying. You checked your phone and you got ten missed calls from Sergio, that of course, you wouldn't respond. You were tired so you decided to go to bed and wait for him to get back home.

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Hours passed when you felt the bed sinking, then you knew it was him. You turned around to face him. He approached you to kiss you but all he received was a slap "What?" god his face was so funny, you wanted to laugh but it was going to ruin the seriousness of the moment. "how could you Sergio? how could you break Salah knowing he is my favourite player? how?" you told him, sitting up on the bed. "my love, I swear it wasn't on purpose, but you have to understand me, we're playing a UCL final, I can't go and ask for permission to foul" "yes but it wasn't necessary, you were afraid of him, you knew he was unstoppable" "what?" "admit it Sergio" "admit what y/n" it was getting serious. The tone of voice of both had increased. "Admit that you were afraid of him, of how good he is in the field, on how he could do things that you don't" you were screaming "sorry? now I'M the bad guy? y/n you clearly don't know how a champions league final has to be played" He said getting out of bed to go to the kitchen "Believe me, Sergio Ramos, I know how to play a Champions League final, because I was with you in all the ones you played, I didn't miss a single one, and I never stopped encouraging you, you knew who my favorite player was and I'm not saying that you had to let Liverpool win, no, I wanted you not to leave him without playing a final and maybe the World Cup, I don't know if I asked for a lot, I see that I did" "y/n listen I didn't..." "shut up Sergio" you cutted him off "I don't want to hear about your excuses, I just want to get some sleep and pray for Salah to be better"

The next morning the two of you talked about that in a more disciplined way, and you both led to the conclusion that the best (and the only) thing to do was that your bf sended Salah a text apologizing, and then publishing a video to all the world to see that he was regretful. You obviously knew he didn't, but it was enough for you that Salah and the world recieve the message.

[egyptiankingg]

Second chances

Sergio Ramos & Mo Salah

summary: After the controversial incident in the 2018 Champions League final between Sergio Ramos and Mo Salah, Ramos is plagued by guilt over what happened. He reaches out to Salah's agent to apologize, but it doesn't feel like enough. In a bold move, Ramos decides to join Liverpool, Salah's team, to prove to Salah and the world that he is truly sorry. Klopp is receptive to the idea and welcomes Ramos to the team. Ramos and Salah form a strong partnership on the pitch, and Liverpool wins game after game. As the season comes to a close, Ramos and Salah lift the Premier League trophy together, and Ramos feels a sense of redemption and gratitude towards his teammate. The fic explores themes of forgiveness, second chances, and the power of admitting one's mistakes.

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Sergio Ramos sat alone in his Madrid apartment, scrolling through Mo Salah's Instagram feed. As he looked at the Liverpool star's photos, he felt a pang of guilt wash over him.

He had never been one to apologize easily, but he knew he had to make things right with Salah. The incident in the Champions League final had been a mistake, a moment of rashness that had cost Salah his chance to play in the biggest game of his career.

Ramos had already reached out to Salah's agent and apologised, but it didn't feel like enough. He knew he had to do something more, something that would show Salah just how sorry he was.

And then he had an idea.

He would join Liverpool.

Ramos knew it was a drastic move, but he felt it was necessary. He wanted to prove to Salah and the rest of the world that he was truly sorry for what had happened. And what better way to do that than to play alongside Salah on the same team?

The next day, Ramos made a call to Liverpool's manager, Jurgen Klopp. He explained his situation and his desire to join the team, and to his surprise, Klopp was receptive to the idea.

Within a week, Ramos was on a flight to Liverpool. He arrived at the club's training ground, ready to begin a new chapter in his career.

As he walked onto the field for his first training session, he saw Salah in the distance, shooting at the goal. Ramos felt a lump rising in his throat as he approached the Egyptian striker.

"Mo, I just wanted to say that I'm so sorry for what happened in the final," Ramos said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know I messed up, and I want to make it right. That's why I'm here."

Salah looked up at him, surprised. He had never expected Ramos to go to such lengths to apologize.

"It's okay, Sergio," Salah said, a small smile forming on his face. "I appreciate the gesture. Let's move on and focus on playing together."

And that's exactly what they did. Ramos and Salah quickly formed a formidable partnership on the pitch, helping Liverpool to win game after game. The fans welcomed Ramos with open arms, impressed by his willingness to admit his mistakes and make amends.

As the season came to a close, Ramos and Salah lifted the Premier League trophy together, arms around each other's shoulders. It was a moment of redemption for Ramos, a chance to show that he had learned from his mistakes and that he was capable of putting his ego aside for the good of the team.

As the celebrations died down, Ramos looked over at Salah, a sense of gratitude washing over him. He knew that without Salah's forgiveness and willingness to play alongside him, he wouldn't have had this opportunity to make things right.

"Thank you, Mo," Ramos said, his voice filled with emotion. "You gave me a second chance, and I'll never forget it."

Salah smiled back at him, the two of them sharing a moment of mutual respect and admiration.

It had been a long road to get to this point, but for Ramos, it was all worth it. He had learned that sometimes, the hardest thing to do was to admit your mistakes and make amends. But when you did, the rewards were immeasurable.

And as he looked out over the cheering crowd, he knew that he had truly found his place in Liverpool. A place where he could be himself, make a difference on the pitch, and, most importantly, be part of a team that was more than just a group of players.

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hey I hope you guys all enjoyed this!! I might be doing a mamma mia series based on footballers ofc !

[findingnemosworld]

𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐦𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐡

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐘/𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐉𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞. “𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠”. 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞 (𝐦𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟) 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐦𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐞𝐭𝐜 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 🫶

[ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ]

Y/N wasn't planning on coming to England and yet fate saw that she did around the same time as her brother, the pair were coming to visit their father, Liverpool's manager Jürgen Klopp - it was a pleasant and lovely surprise, with Y/N working as a popular sculptor, and her brother playing football, they rarely get time to see their father and when they did, it was through her father that she meet the absolute sweetest person in the entire world, Mohammed Salah.

The Egyptian player was the star of Liverpool and someone her father valued a lot, which in her eyes made sense as to why she felt drawn to him.

They started chatting through text messages, which was steady and nice, unlike her past relationship which felt rushed and intended for one reason only - you see, Y/N honored herself and that extended to her faith, she firmly believed that you only love one person in your life time, and that is the person that you give yourself to wholeheartedly, and through the weeks of chatting with Mohammed, she realized that he was the only one she wanted to spend the rest of her life.

Her father was hesitant at first when she told him that she's in love, however when she informed him of who the person she loved was; he had given them his blessings, effectively paving the way for a beautiful bond to form.

On one afternoon, Mohammed suggested a stroll through the city center, both of them were disguised which facilitated their stroll and concealed their identity from any nosy individual; they spent the time chatting about their childhood and upbringing, Y/N began recounting why she became a sculptor.

" I loved football, don't get me wrong and I played but deep down I knew that my brother was better than me, and when I saw a video about sculptures, it was then that I realized what I wanted " Y/N beams.

" I have seen some of your photos, they're very unique " Mohammed smiles.

Y/N giggles, " more like strange but thank you "

" I do have to ask though " Mohammed pulls up his phone to show her a picture, " What is this supposed to resemble? because all I see is a figure that looks like he's either dancing or has a really bad muscle strain, reminded me of your father " he adds jokingly.

Y/N covered her mouth as she laughed, he had referred to the infamous moment in which her father celebrated Diogo Jota's late goal against Tottenham in which he infamously pulled a hamstring.

They continue their stroll, Mohammed cracking jokes about general topics and nonsensical things which elicited giggles from Y/N - " If my father hears you, he'll most likely reconsider keep you in the starting eleven "

" If it managed to make you laugh then I don't mind " Mohammed shrugs with a smile.

Y/N looks away, hoping that he didn't see her blushing yet judging from his expression, he most likely did.

He suddenly stopped by a small stand which contained several displayed pieces of jewelry, Y/N looks at him. " what? "

Mohammed smiles, " choose one "

Y/N's brows furrowed in confusion, " what? "

" Y/N " Mohammed laughs, " choose one necklace "

Y/N smiles then gestures to the crescent necklace, Mohammed paid for it then he handed her the small bag. " A gift for the sweetest girl "

" Aww Mo, thank you " Y/N beams.

" No need to " Mohammed smiles.

They take a stroll near the docks and stop to enjoy the beautiful weather when Mohammed asks her, " Do you think about settling down in the future? "

Y/N's heart raced at the question, as she responds with a shaky voice. " Yes, I had one relationship and it ended because he did not respect my desire of wanting to save myself until marriage "

Mohammed nods in understanding, " I respect that, so what are you looking for in a future husband? "

Y/N smiles, " An understanding man, someone who is supportive, someone that respects me the way I would respect them, and someone that I can be myself around "

There was a brief break of silence before Mohammed decided to say, " Am I that person? "

Y/N's smile widened, " Yes "

" Good " Mohammed smiles, " Because you are that person for me too, and I can see a life with you, a good life "

Y/N may have once believed that there were no good people left, but Mohammed had been able to restore her faith, and further capture her heart.

[egyptiankingg]

Bobby stays!

summary: After bobby scores he realises he still loves liverpool and changes his mind about leaving.

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It was a beautiful day at Anfield Stadium, where Liverpool were playing against Arsenal. The stadium was packed with passionate fans, all eagerly waiting to see their team play. The match had been intense, with both teams putting up a strong fight.

In the second half, Liverpool's star striker Bobby Firmino scored a stunning goal that sent the crowd into a frenzy. As he celebrated with his teammates, he looked up at the stands and saw all the fans smiling, jumping, and singing his song, "Si senior". It was a moment he would never forget.

After the match, in the changing rooms, Bobby asked Klopp to stay back for a moment. Klopp was curious and excited, wondering what Bobby wanted to say. As the other players left, Bobby took a deep breath and turned to Klopp.

"Boss, I have something to tell you," Bobby said, his voice serious.

Klopp looked at him, concerned. "What is it, Bobby?"

"I want to stay at Liverpool," Bobby said, his eyes shining with determination. "I love this club, I love the fans, and I want to keep playing here for as long as I can."

Klopp's face lit up with joy and relief. "Bobby, that's amazing news! You have no idea how happy I am to hear that."

Klopp's assistant, Pep, who had been waiting outside the door, burst into the room, dancing and whooping with joy. Klopp started crying tears of happiness, and Bobby smiled at the sight of his coach and mentor so overcome with emotion.

It was a moment of pure happiness and celebration, a moment that showed the deep love and loyalty that Bobby, Klopp, and the entire Liverpool team had for each other. As they hugged and laughed and danced, they knew that they were part of something special, something that went beyond just football. They were part of a family, a community, a team that would always stick together, no matter what.

[egyptiankingg]

"Please Let Me Go."

A Sadio mane x Mohamed Salah Series.

summary: Once mane leaves liverpool, he can't help but hold grudges against his old "best friend" Mohamed Salah but what will happen when mane let's his anger get the best of him? Keep reading the series to find out!

warnings: mentions of: self harming, angst, betrayal and bullying

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Sadio Mane and Mo Salah had been teammates on Liverpool Football Club for years. They had formed a close bond on and off the field, and their dynamic duo had become legendary. But one day, Mane surprised everyone by announcing that he would be leaving Liverpool to join a new team.

Before he left, Mane pulled Salah aside and said, "I hope I never see you again and ill drown you in the nile next time i see you" Salah was taken aback by the sudden hostility from his friend and teammate. He didn't understand what he had done wrong. He had always looked up to Mane and admired his skill on the field.

Salah tried to brush it off and focus on the upcoming game, but he couldn't shake the hurt and confusion he felt. He couldn't stop thinking about Mane's words and what they meant for their friendship.

As the days passed, Salah tried to move on, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He missed his friend and teammate, but he didn't know how to fix their relationship so he decided to message mane.

Mo salah | Sadio Mane

hey, can we fix this?

Please let me go I hate you!

cannot send your message

due to this users privacy settings.

Mo Salah sat in his room, staring at his phone in disbelief. Sadio Mane had blocked his number. He tried calling him again and again, but each time it went straight to voicemail.

Salah couldn't believe that his best friend and teammate would do this to him. They had been through so much together, and now it seemed like Mane wanted nothing to do with him.

Feeling lost and alone, Salah decided to confide in his other close friend on the team, Jordan Henderson. He told him everything that had happened, but Henderson seemed hesitant to believe him.

"I don't know, Mo. I saw Mane before our last game, and he gave me a good luck handshake. He didn't seem upset with you at all," Henderson said.

Salah was hurt and frustrated. He knew what he had experienced, but it seemed like no one believed him. He closed his phone and slumped back onto his bed, feeling more alone than ever.

As the days passed, Salah tried to focus on his game and put Mane out of his mind. But it was hard to ignore the hurt and confusion he felt. He couldn't understand why Mane would block him without any explanation.

But mo salah couldn't worry about Mane since he had a game coming up, in training Jordan Henderson had told Trent on what Mo said about Mane and the next day he felt everyone was being a bit distant from him except for Harvey. Harvey had told mo what the others were saying and that left mo more upset. Mo Salah felt a sense of unease as he walked onto the training field the next day. He could sense that something was off. The usual banter and laughter among his teammates were missing, and everyone seemed to be avoiding him.

As he warmed up, he noticed Trent whispering something to Jordan Henderson. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but he knew it was about him. He felt a pang of hurt and confusion. He had confided in Henderson, and now it seemed like everyone knew his business.

After the training session, Salah walked over to Harvey, who had been one of the few players to acknowledge him during the session. "What's going on, Harvey?" he asked.

Harvey hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Some of the other guys were talking about what you told Jordan. They're not sure if they believe you. They think you might be making it up."

Salah's heart sank. He couldn't believe that his own teammates would doubt him like this. He didn't know what to do or who to turn to.

Feeling alone and isolated, Salah left the training ground and went home. He tried to focus on the upcoming game, but his mind was consumed with thoughts of Mane and his now-doubting teammates.

Mohamed Salah had been looking forward to the next game for weeks. He had been working hard in training and was determined to make a difference on the pitch. But as soon as the game started, things didn't go as planned. He missed a few chances and couldn't seem to get into the flow of the game.

At half-time, Jordan Henderson, the team captain, had some harsh words for him. "You're only missing because we caught you out on lying! This isn't like you at all," he shouted. The rest of the team gave him rude looks as well, and he felt like he had let them down.

Mohamed tried to shake off the negativity and focus on the second half. He knew he had to make a difference and prove himself to his teammates. And then, it happened. He got a penalty.

As he stood at the spot, he tried to focus on the ball and block out the negative thoughts in his head. But he couldn't help but hear Mane's words echoing in the back of his mind. He hesitated for a split second, and that was enough for the goalkeeper to save the shot.

After the game, he went to see Henderson in the changing room. "What did you mean earlier?" he asked. "What did I lie about?"

Henderson looked at him for a moment before speaking. "You know exactly mo, I wish it was you who left and not mane!"

Mohamed Salah was completely taken aback by Jordan Henderson's outburst. He had never seen the captain so angry before, and the words stung deeply. He tried to approach Henderson after the match to clear the air, but the captain just shouted again, telling him to stop making everything worse for the team and that he wished Salah had left instead of Mane.

The words echoed in Salah's head as he made his way home. He couldn't believe that a teammate would say something so hurtful. He had always thought that they had each other's backs, but now he wasn't so sure.

When he got home, he went straight to his room and cried. He felt like he had let everyone down, and now he was being blamed for things he hadn't done. He didn't know how to make things right, and he was starting to question whether he even wanted to stay with the team.

But as he lay there, feeling sorry for himself, he realized that giving up wasn't an option. He had worked too hard to get to where he was, and he wasn't going to let anyone take that away from him. He knew he had to stand up for himself and prove his worth to the team.

The next day, he went back to training with a renewed sense of determination. He worked harder than ever, pushing himself to the limit in every drill and exercise. And slowly but surely, his teammates began to notice. They saw the effort he was putting in, and they started to respect him again until.....

Jurgen Klopp gathered the Liverpool squad in the training ground to deliver some surprising news. "I have just received word that the people at the Champions League got the draw wrong. We will be playing Bayern Munich and not Chelsea after all," he announced.

Mohamed Salah felt his heart drop as he heard the news. He knew that this meant he would be facing Mane again on the pitch, and who knew what would happen this time. He couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.

Jordan Henderson noticed Salah's reaction and immediately spoke up. "You know Mo, you're the one to blame if it has anything to do with you and Mane," he said, his voice tinged with frustration.

Salah looked up at Henderson, feeling a mix of anger and hurt. "What are you talking about?" he asked.

Henderson didn't back down. "You know what I'm talking about. Your feud with Mane has been causing issues for the team, and it needs to stop. If we lose this game because of your personal problems, it's on you," he said firmly.

Salah felt a pang of guilt as he realized that Henderson was right. His issues with Mane had been causing problems for the team, and he knew that he needed to put them aside if they were going to have any chance of winning against Bayern Munich.

He took a deep breath and looked around at his teammates. "I'm sorry. You're right. It's time to put our personal issues aside and focus on the game. We need to work together if we're going to win," he said.

The rest of the team nodded in agreement, and Klopp smiled, relieved. "Good. That's what I like to hear. Now let's get to work," he said.

Mo couldn't feel a bit of guilt when agreeing with Henderson. He knew that he had told the truth, and he had a clear conscience. Mane had said all those rude things to his face, and Mo had nothing to hide. He knew that his teammates might still be unsure about him telling the truth, but he had a kind heart and would never lie.

The day of the big game between Liverpool and Bayern Munich had finally arrived, and Mo Salah was more determined than ever. He knew that this game was important, not just for his team, but for himself as well. He wanted to prove that he was a valuable player, both on and off the field.

As the game began, Salah was focused and ready. He knew that Mane would be playing for Bayern Munich, and he was determined to show him that he was wrong to doubt him. In the first half, Mane had scored a goal and stuck his tongue out at Salah, taunting him. Salah felt a surge of anger, but he knew that he couldn't let it get the best of him.

In the second half, Salah came out stronger than ever. He was fast, focused, and determined to score. He knew that his team was counting on him, and he didn't want to let them down. He dribbled past Bayern Munich's defenders with ease, and finally, he saw his chance.

Salah kicked the ball with all his might, and it soared past the goalkeeper, hitting the back of the net. The stadium erupted with cheers, and Salah felt a sense of pride and satisfaction. He had proven himself, not just to Mane, but to everyone.

But Salah wasn't done yet. He continued to play with determination, and soon enough, he scored another goal, making it 2-1 in favor of Liverpool. The Bayern Munich fans were stunned, and Mane looked on with a mix of disbelief and anger.

At the end of the game, Salah was named Man of the Match, and he was congratulated by his teammates and fans alike. Mane came over to shake his hand, and Salah could see the regret in his eyes. He knew that he had been in the wrong all along and he was glad mane was finally being nice until-

"This isn't over yet, you may think you're smart but I've already took your friend's so now I've just got to slowly persuade klopp and you're be outta liverpool as quickly as possible" mane says as he winks. Alisson and Harvey watch in horror as they see salah run away.

"I wonder what mane said to him" Harvey muttered.

"I really hope mo is okay, he's been going through alot lately."

Salah had just finished a long day at work and was feeling drained. He needed to clear his head and get some fresh air, so he decided to go for a jog. He changed into his running clothes and headed out the door.

As he ran through the streets of Liverpool, he felt the cool evening breeze on his face and the rhythm of his feet hitting the pavement. He felt his mind start to clear as he focused on his breathing and the movement of his body.

Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him. He turned around and saw a man running towards him at full speed. Salah stepped to the side to let him pass, but as the man went by, he suddenly reached out and hit Salah in the back of the head.

Salah fell to the ground, feeling disoriented and dizzy. He tried to get up, but his legs wouldn't cooperate. He felt himself passing out as the man grabbed his wallet and ran off.

When Salah woke up, he was lying on the ground with a pounding headache. He looked around and saw that his wallet was missing. He realized that he had been mugged.

Shaken and scared, Salah managed to stumble back home. He called the police and filed a report, but he couldn't shake off the feeling of vulnerability and fear. He realized that he had taken his safety for granted and that he needed to be more careful in the future.

Salah woke up in the hospital bed, feeling groggy and disoriented. He looked around and saw Klopp, Henderson, Alisson, and Harvey sitting around him, looking concerned.

"What happened?" Salah asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You passed out during training," Klopp explained, his brow furrowed with worry. "We rushed you to the hospital. The doctors think it might be related to the incident that happened yesterday."

Salah's heart sank as he remembered the confrontation with Mane. He had thought it was just a harmless argument, but now he wasn't so sure. He had a sinking feeling that Mane might have done something to him.

"Are you sure it wasn't Mane?" Harvey asked, cutting through Salah's thoughts.

Salah hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. He didn't want to accuse his old teammate without any proof.

But then he remembered Mane's words and the way he had looked at him yesterday. He felt a surge of anger and frustration.

"I don't know for sure," he admitted. "But he did say something to me yesterday that made me feel...off."

Klopp looked at Salah with concern. "What did he say?"

"He said...he said something about this not being the end," Salah replied, feeling a wave of nausea wash over him. "And then he looked at me in this really strange way. I don't know, it just didn't feel right."

The room fell into a tense silence as the others exchanged worried glances. They all knew how important Salah was to the team, and the thought of someone deliberately trying to harm him was unsettling.

"We need to get to the bottom of this," Henderson said firmly. "We can't let anyone mess with our team like this."

The others nodded in agreement, and Salah felt a sense of relief wash over him. He knew he had their support, and that they would do whatever it takes to protect him and the team.

As he lay in the hospital bed, he felt a newfound determination to uncover the truth and make sure that justice was served. He knew that he couldn't let anyone bring him down, no matter how hard they tried.

(Just to explain the last part salah had told everyone in training about the whole wallet thing then passed out again)

[egyptiankingg]

Somewhere in other universe

summary: if Liverpool won the champions leauge and made mane stay 🙃

also feel free to request anything you want me to write about footballers or clubs!🩷

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It was the Champions League final, Real Madrid versus Liverpool. The stakes were high, with both teams vying for the coveted trophy. But for Liverpool, there was even more on the line. If they won, Mane would stay, and they would also win the treble.

The match began with both teams playing fiercely, each determined to gain the upper hand. Real Madrid took an early lead when Vini Jr scored a stunning goal, leaving Liverpool players feeling demoralized and defeated.

As the game progressed, it seemed as though Real Madrid had the upper hand. Liverpool players were giving up, feeling as though the game was out of their reach. But then, out of nowhere, Trent got a corner, and everyone held their breath.

Salah's header was magnificent, soaring past the Real Madrid goalkeeper and into the back of the net. The Liverpool fans erupted in cheers, and the players were suddenly reinvigorated.

But they weren't done yet.

Mane, who had been playing with great intensity throughout the game, scored an incredible goal to put Liverpool ahead 2-1. The Liverpool fans went wild, and the players on the field were in disbelief.

As the game drew to a close, it was clear that Liverpool had won it. The final whistle blew, and Klopp was in tears, overcome with emotion. The rest of the Liverpool players were celebrating, hugging each other and jumping up and down.

Mane ran over to Klopp, grinning from ear to ear. "I'm staying forever!" he exclaimed, and the Liverpool fans cheered even louder.

It was a moment of triumph for Liverpool. They had won the Champions League, secured the treble, and convinced Mane to stay. It was a night they would never forget.