#jordan henderson one shot

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𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬.

( 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐦*𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐦*𝐭

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞!!!

2021.

" You seem on edge! "

A smooth, velvet like voice spoke drawing him out his thoughts – he turns to his left, to find a tanned brunette standing next to him as they stare at the painting in front of them, he spent a total of three minutes in complete silence — admiring her beauty which was highlighted by the verdant colored dress that enhanced her the color of her eyes, " I … I’m trying to figure out what’s the meaning behind this painting "

He gestures to the painting in front of them, a beautiful portrait of a woman holding an angel in her arms, " I just can’t wrap my head around it " he chuckles.

She offers him a sweet smile, " Art is whatever you choose to interpret it as, see for me — this painting represents a great loss, and a blessing "

His brows knit in confusion over her words, he turns to her and asks. " How so? "

She smiles at his confused expression, " Why is a woman holding an infant with wings? it can either be a baby she lost, a stillborn … etc, and she remembers that baby every single day of her life "

The dejection underneath her tone was quite visible, " You sound like you’re talking from a personal experience! " He deduced.

She didn’t respond, instead shifting the subject back to him. " So what brought you here? not many would think that a football player could be interested in arts "

He raised a brow, " You know who I am? "

She giggles then replies with a playful expression on her face, " The gallery is in Liverpool, and everyone here talks about football, besides all it takes is a little google search to crack a few things here and there "

He chuckles, then extends his hand. " Jordan Henderson, nice to meet you "

She shook his hand then introduced herself; that’s when it dawned on him, he looked at her then back at the painting. " You’re ….? " he whispers.

" Yes, I’m the one who painted this and to answer your previous question, it’s not a personal experience per se, my mother had a stillborn after she gave birth to me, that’s my -um- … deceased twin sister " She said with a soft tone.

" Oh " He murmurs, " I’m sorry for your loss! "

" It’s fine, it’s a long time ago … I’m just surprised that someone like you is into arts " She states with a soft smile.

" Well, I’m not … but a friend of mine had invited me, they cancelled the last minute and I figured why not take advantage and learn something " He replied with a shrug.

" You got stood up by a woman huh? " She said with a sympathetic smile.

" How did you …? " He asks, surprised at how she was able to make out the situation.

" Men that are intrigued are a few and far in between, your body language is that of a -um- an outsider, and also you were checking your phone a few times which kind of gave it away " She explained, giggling. " But I’m not judging, mostly cause I’ve been under the same situation "

" You’ve had friends set you up on blind dates? " He wonders, shaking his head.

" Actually worst than that … " She trails off then leans in to whisper, " my mother "

He laughs softly, " Ouch!! "

" Apparently 26 years old is the new old age " She laughs, " Either I find a husband or spend all eternity alone "

He nods in understanding, before adding on with a playful smile. " Maybe you don’t have to be alone "

She smirks, " Are you flirting with me right now, Mister Henderson? "

He mirrors the playfulness in her eyes by leaning to murmur, " Why don’t we spend the rest of the night together and you’ll find out? "

It was that conversation, in the gallery that’d been that match to light up a passionate bond between them — a struggle at first due to their hectic schedule, they were able to find a healthy balance as he knew that she was the one for him.

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2023.

He woke up to the sensation of her soft lips against his shoulder drawing out a smile across his lips, he tilts his head to meet her gentle gaze. " Good morning! " he whispers pecking her lips, she smiled in return and murmured, " Good morning handsome, come on — get that cute ass of yours up "

He chuckles, " Why? "

She pressed featherlight kisses on his cheek as she replied, " Because for one, it’s snowing outside, two, I made us hot chocolate and three … you promised me we’d bake the gingerbread house together "

He grins, " Ok, I’m up! " he sits up then tugs her in for a sweet kiss before murmuring against her lips, " I love you "

She whispers softly, " I love you too "

Later on, the pair enter the kitchen together – she pulls out the necessary ingredients and utensils before she stood up, with a soft smile across her lips. " Ok, now that everything out, let’s start … "

He mixes the ingredients for the gingerbread whilst she is preparing the frosting, suddenly without much of a warning, she feels his lips over her jawline causing her to blush, then look at him. " What was that for? "

He shrugs, with a seemingly innocent expression across his face, " Nothing "

" Aha " She nods, not convinced with his gesture, " Of course it’s nothing "

As they proceeded to work in silence, his innocent gestures continued, he’d playfully brush her hair out of her face, would lean closer and murmur sweet nothings over her shoulder causing her to squirm and swat him away, " Jordan! " she laughs.

" What? " He retorts with a playfully innocent tone.

" Hendo? Can we focus please? " She gestures to the gingerbread house that was slowly being constructed.

He doesn’t seem to relent, the frosting bowls were long discarded as he stood behind her, one hand rests on her waist while the other pushes her hair to the side to nuzzle his lips against the length of her neck down to her shoulder drawing out soft whimpers from her, he smiled, " I need you babe " he murmurs.

The sudden drop in his tone, coupled with the intensity of his kisses caused a shudder to course through her veins, " Ten minutes " she whispers with a playfully warning tone.

He smirks, " Too much, I’ll be done at four "

" You sure about that old man? " She asks with a jocular tone.

He pressed a featherlight kiss on the back of her neck where he knew she was sensitive, then added. " Oh you’re getting it … " he chuckled darkly before turning her to face him, he rests one hand on the back of her neck while the other tightly grips her bare waist under her ( his ) shirt — he leans in to capture her lips in a searing yet tender kiss drawing out a deep groan from him, " Jesus, love two years in, and I can’t get enough of you "

" Neither can I " She murmurs, tugging him in to deepen the kiss for a brief moment before he hoists her up on the counter drawing out a giggle from her.

" Come on now, spread those legs for me darling … " He murmurs, spreading her legs open, then he proceeded to pull her panties down. " Now I’m gonna make you a deal alright? "

" What? " She states with a soft smile.

" If I get you to drench my fingers, you’re going to agree to what I told you about a few months back " He murmurs, planting soft kisses across the length of her inner thighs drawing out a whine from her, " No ifs, ands, or buts "

" But Jordan I ca— Oh my god " She gasps, the moment his tongue licked a long stripe from her clit to her slick walls. " Fuck " she gasps.

He resists the urge to smile as he licked another stripe before gently coaxing his index digit into her slick cunt, " Love, you’re drenched and I barely touched you " he murmurs with a playful tone.

She whines softly, thrusting her hips up to meet the friction caused by his tongue and index curling inside of her walls, " Jordan " she moans, " Oh my god … feels so good "

His index digit was soon joined by his middle digit all the while his tongue flicked her clit drawing out more sounds from her, her chest rising and falling at a rapid pace — " Keep going, –uh– … oh my god " she whines.

He shifted from leisure strokes to rapidly flicking his tongue up and down to match the rhythmic thrusts of his digits, the sensation sending shivers across every inch of her body, " Oh my god, don’t stop … Oh fuck " she whimpers, biting down on her lower lip.

He looks up just as he continued to flick his tongue against her clit a few more times before he felt her arousal explode against his digits and tongue, he lapped up every drop of her arousal before pulling his digits out to lick them clean in front of her, " Fucking delicious " he whispers.

She giggles breathlessly, " There’s still two more minutes of the supposed four minutes "

" You fucking minx " He chuckles as she tugs him in while he pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, " You ready? "

" Shut up and fuck me " She murmured, capturing his lips in a kiss.

" Ah ah love, all that dirty talk might get you on the naughty list " He smirks, teasing her with the tip of his cock.

She half whined half giggled, " It’s bad enough we’re doing it next to our unfinished gingerbread house "

He laughs softly before the pair released a unanimous gasp upon feeling the length of his cock seethe penetrate her walls, " I don’t care love … " he tugs her close with one wrapped tightly around her waist, he then buried his face in her neck. " I just need to feel you and my god, you’re so warm baby "

She wrapped her arms around his shoulder, " I .. Jordan " she whimpers then bites down on her lip.

" I know baby, I know " He murmurs, alternating between nibbling and kissing the tender skin of her neck. " Jesus, I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of feeling you wrapped around me like this, so warm that I don’t think I’ll even be able to pull out "

" Then move " She whines.

He chuckles, " Just a moment love " he nestled himself between her legs, " Ok " he breathed out.

He lazily thrusted in and out of her pussy while he rests his forehead on hers, " I love you baby, I love you so much " he whispers pecking her lips.

" I love you too " She breathed out.

His lazy thrusts changed in the blink of an eye, drawing out louder sounds from her. " Oh my .. feels so good "

" So good " He whispered hotly in her ear, " I’m going to cum baby, you think you can let me do that … think you can let me cum inside of you " he cooed.

" Please " She whimpers, pushing her hips against his.

He gripped her waist with both of his hands, while his teeth sunk into her shoulder, she whines a string of curses, " Fuck … I’m gonna cum too "

" Come on baby, cum all over my cock, make a mess all over my cock like the good girl you are " He whispers, lifting his head up to press his lips entirely over hers.

The knot in her lower abdomen explodes as a loud ‘Fuck’ escapes her lips. " Oh my god " she whispers.

He rests his head on her shoulder to collect his breath before chuckling softly and lifting his head up, " I don’t know about you but I’m in the mood to finish the gingerbread house "

" In the mood huh? " She giggles, pecking his lips softly.

" But before that, I need to do something " He whispers, mostly to himself.

She frowns in confusion before her eyes widened, he unclasps the chain around his neck to pull it out of his shirt revealing a beautiful ring, " Jordan? " she whispers, confused by his gesture.

" Love, I’ve been holding this for the past three months, Milly helped me pick it out " He blushed. " I knew from the day I met you in that art gallery that I was a goner, so .. " he looks up, " Think you can make me the happiest man in the world and marry me? "

Tears brim in the corner of her eyes as she nods quickly, " Yes I will "

He slips the ring then proceeds to kiss her softly, " I love you "

" I love you too " She whispers.

[avenirdelight]

Silly Little Things

Jordan Henderson

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Has your period started?”

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

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

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

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

“Isn’t he adorable?? He’s so cute!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Come On Baby, Light My Fire.

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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!"

[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.

[stephspurs]

hi, welcome back! can i please request one for jordan henderson where he asks her to buy whatever she wants for her birthday (with his money, as a gift) and she buys herself a necklace with his initials. he goes crazy when he sees it and it’s all cute and fluff<3 (this is actually tiktok-inspired!) thank you!

I got carried away & put my own little spin on it...hope you love it! please do let me know x

call it what you want with Jordan Henderson

I don’t want to remember life before him, before us. Of course, I do - how could I forget? After years of cataclysmically bad press surrounding my latest two albums, subsequent hate and the overwhelming threat of irrelevance that pulled me under and kept me indoors and out of the public eye for months on end - I stumbled, quite literally, into my Jordan. 

It was late November, cold and dark in dreary Liverpool. Don’t ask why I was there - perhaps it was because I had a friend living in Merseyside who promised I could fly under the radar because “no one here cares about anything other than the pub or football, or watching the football at the pub”. Unsurprisingly, I became one of these people because there I was at the local, carrying myself a pint of apple cider with just a little bit of ice in it and bumping into Liverpool’s captain. At first I kept moving, after apologising, with my eyes set and keen on the table with my friend waiting for me with her mouth screwed up trying not to laugh at my well known clumsiness. 

I’m not sure if it was the yellow lights in the garden area or the beanie that covered what I now know to be his dirty blonde, yet forever golden, hair - the warmth that encapsulated my soul with just a look in his eyes and a mumble of “no problems” from his mackem mouth was enough to set my grey world alight. You can call it what you want, but this was the exact moment my world changed. 

My baby's fly like a jet stream

High above the whole scene

Loves me like I'm brand new

After months of relentless messages and lowkey, albeit it slightly underground, dates I eventually gave in to what was inevitable - he was my person. He taught me how to be loved irrespective of what has been tied to my tired heart. He loved me like I was brand new and in a way, I was. I was brand new to him. I was brand new to us and our snowballing love which, like its namesake, seemed to grow at an immeasurable rate. 

He respected my boundaries with the media and press, I knew who he was on our first date - he was honest and told me about his profession, I was honest and told him about my career as an artist. He asked what I was doing in little old England, I told him I needed a break from myself. He made sure I felt safe enough with him that I could be blissfully unaware of the outside world, if it was my choosing to do so. In saying all of this, I also admitted my own mistakes with many of my past relationships and owned up to all of the burned bridges left in my path, however I was sure that in my past life I must have done atleast one thing right to end up in his path. This world may be a mess but laughing with him under the covers on a mundane Tuesday evening made everything ok. His starry eyes truly do brighten up my darkest nights. You can call it what you want, but I know that this is simple, pure and honest. 

I want to wear his initial

On a chain round my neck, chain round my neck

Not because he owns me

But 'cause he really knows me

11 months after that first spill, of both my drink and my heart, it was my birthday. We had agreed no presents - from both of us, for each other, for all occasions. This birthday of mine was the first in many years where I truly didn't have a wish for anything different than what was currently in my life. This birthday was also the first in many years where my wish was for someone else, for Jordan, to feel the same happiness that I do every time I look at him. 

He had respected my boundaries with going public and never pressured me, we had kept this love bubble secure for 11 months already - with only our nearest and dearest being allowed in. I supported him wholeheartedly in every venture, both professionally and personally in private. If anything that the last almost-year had shown me was just how much it meant that he had taken the time to get to know me, and care about me enough to do so. No one else had ever taken the time. 

So there I was, the evening of my 29th birthday, sitting upstairs in my dressing room while my friends and his - our friends - sat around the table downstairs laughing and chattering and reminiscing on life both before and after the amalgamation of both Jordan and I. Looking at myself in the mirror, for the first time not wanting anything to change, wishing I could freeze this moment in time forevermore. I didn't even hear Jordan come into the room let alone come up behind me, wrapping both arms around my shoulders and resting his left cheek to my right one, both of us breathing each other in. 

“I have something for you” I whispered into the silence. 

“But it’s your birthday, why am I getting a gift” He whispered back. 

“This is for me, as much as it is for you” 

In the reflection of the mirror, he watched me pull the drawer out and pick up a chain. I looked up and held his eye contact. He held out his hand and I dropped the chain in his palm. He pulled his chest away from my back, pulled my hair to one side and looked back at me in the mirror. 

Slowly he grabbed the other end of the chain, brought it around my front and laid it across my collarbones. Focusing on closing the dainty clasp and settling his breathing, he took a moment to himself before looking at the reflection once again. Staring back at him against my skin, the initial J. Simple, pure and honest. You can call it what you want - it was love. 

[lfc21]

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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[hendolish]

one more request 🫣 this time for our beloved Hendo n Jack 🥰

How about Jack is a barista serving coffee in a cafe and Hendo works in a nearby neighborhood and started visiting the joint on a daily basis. They slowly start to interact and one thing leads to another.

jack grealish/jordan henderson | coffee shop au ♡

Jack's mornings at the café are a symphony of clinking mugs, the hiss of the espresso machine and the gentle hum of conversation. He's the maestro behind the counter, orchestrating caramel macchiatos and double-shot lattes with effortless precision. His mornings are rhythmic, predictable, until the day Jordan walks in.

Jordan, a daily patron with a fondness for Americanos, strolls in with the confident stride of someone who knows exactly what they want. The first time Jack catches a glimpse of him, it's a moment frozen in time—a fleeting second that sparks a subtle shift in the cadence of his routine.

The café's atmosphere buzzes with the aroma of freshly ground coffee as Jack takes Jordan's order. "The usual Americano, right?" he asks, his eyes meeting Jordan's.

A grin plays on Jordan's lips. "You remembered."

Jack can't help but smile back. "It's hard to forget a face that brightens up the place every morning."

From that day on, their interactions evolve beyond the confines of coffee transactions. A shared joke here, a casual conversation there. Jack learns about Jordan's coaching job in the nearby neighbourhood, and Jordan discovers Jack's passion for latte art. Soon, their mornings become moments to savour, more than just caffeine fixes.

As weeks pass, a playful banter weaves into their exchanges. Jack's proficiency with the milk frother becomes a source of amusement. "You're like a coffee wizard," Hendo teases, watching the delicate patterns Jack crafts on the surface of a latte.

Jack feigns offense. "Wizard? Please, I prefer the term 'caffeine connoisseur.'"

The cosy camaraderie blooms into something deeper. It's in the way Jordan lingers a little longer after receiving his coffee, the shared laughter that lingers in the air. Jack finds himself looking forward to the sound of the door chime heralding Jordan's entrance.

One day, as Jack hands over Jordan's cup, their fingers brush in a lingering touch—a silent agreement that there's something more brewing between them. And in that moment, the café becomes a backdrop to a story written in smiles, laughter and the unspoken promise of shared mornings.

Their connection grows beyond the confines of the café. As they discover each other's quirks and dreams, Jack realises that Jordan is not just a patron—he's become a muse, an unexpected melody in the daily rhythm of Jack's life.

In the quiet corner of the café, amidst the scent of roasted beans and the soft murmur of conversations, Jordan takes a leap. "How about we take our coffee somewhere else this weekend?" he suggests, a glint of anticipation in his eyes.

Jack, his heart dancing as he leans across the counter, replies, "I'd love that." Jordan's grin blooms heartily in return.

♡

[football-and-fanfics]

Bromance prompts posting #4

Who: Jordan Henderson & Andy Robertson Request: Waking the other one up from a nightmare Requested by: anonymous Warnings: mentions of nightmare / bad dreams

It was quiet on the plane. The Liverpool squad had a late evening flight, returning from a Champions League match in Portugal. Given the time of day, most had dozed off, with only a few watching a movie or playing a game on their phone. Jordan was among the ones that had fallen asleep. He sat slouched down low, arms folded loosely across his chest, and chin resting on his shoulder. He looked to be sleep peacefully, but his dreams were far from that.

People were chasing him in his dreams, trying to attack him. They yelled at him to perform better, that he was the lousiest captain Liverpool had ever known, and all kinds of threats. Jordan had locked himself in the dressing room, but an angry mob of people was banging on the door, attempting to break it down. There was a loud crunching sound, and he knew he was in real trouble now. They were going to get him… Jordan shot awake, gasping audibly as he sat upright in one quick motion. It took him a few seconds to realize that he was on a plane and not in a dressing room about to be attacked by angry people. He was breathing hard with the aftermath of his nightmare, a slight tremble in his hands as the adrenaline slowly wore off. "Bloody hell." Andy, sitting next to Jordan, commented, "you're a hard man to wake up, you know that? I've been prodding you for half a minute at least." "Sorry," Jordan mumbled, "dream." "Bad dream, by the looks of it," Andy frowned. "Hm-m," Jordan hummed, nodding his head once. "Are you okay?" Andy sounded worried now. "I've never seen you like this before." "Yeah," Jordan assured him, "I just need a second, but I’ll be fine." Jordan passed a hand over his face and only now realized he was trembling slightly. "Sure you're okay?" Andy had seen it. Jordan blew out a deep breath before he answered. "Just a... tad tired. In hindsight, I should have probably asked for rest this match." Andy knew that Jordan would never miss a match unless he absolutely could not play. So for him to admit this, must mean the 'tad tired' probably was closer to 'complete exhaustion'. "Be careful with yourself, skip, will you?" Andy was genuinely concerned now. Jordan could be quite stubborn, and the last thing Andy wanted was for his captain to completely overwork himself. "Yeah." Jordan smiled softly, feeling calmer already. "I'll talk to the gaffer tomorrow." "Please do," Andy encouraged, "we need you around here for much longer than just today."

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[uniteds]

So in todays latest nonsense from the devil club: Onana has been photographed in Manchester Airport flying out to the US tour even though they STILL haven’t announced he’s signed, the Saudis are getting cold feet on Telles so there’s a chance that deal may fall through, no one seems to know how much Atalanta want for the Danish twink and the nutsacks are still going to be in charge at the start of next season and maybe til Christmas so the atmosphere around the club is going to be toxic AF.

When is it going to end, Robbie?

Eh, I kinda think the atmosphere around the club is pretty good rn? Probably the best it’s been for a long time and looks to be getting better. Onana not being announced makes sense because I’m sure they want to get some shots of him with Ten Hag who is in New York. The Telles stuff is the same as what the Saudis pulled for Jordan Henderson - just news for the sake of news. I’m sure Højlund stuff will be sorted soon enough. The sale stuff is annoying but it is what it is.

The women’s world cup is on and there’s a lot of fun stuff happening with the club. Let’s enjoy it <3

[footnotesandendings]

I cannot recommend going into the Jordan Henderson search term on Twitter, because it is a tire fire, but this last week or two has been EXTRA wild. The baseline is: calling him old, calling for him to be traded and/or shot, "Hooferson," begging for him to be sent back to Sunderland.

Recently, though????

Calling him a pedophile and/or a groomer and/or a rapist (because of how he and Jude got along on England duty when it was assumed Jordan was ~courting him for Liverpool). One thread tagged the actual Merseyside Police. This has been off and on since the World Cup but flared up recently due to the rumors about Jude signing with Real Madrid.

Hooferson got upgraded to "Hitlerson," not sure what spurred that but it really took off for a few days.

And of course now there's God Save The King-gate, where him singing the anthem has ramped up the calls for him to be run out of town and had him dubbed a bootlicking cunt. Not sure why him accepting the MBE in the first place didn't establish that he's chill with the whole thing, but okay.

Things are WILD in the shitbonkers side of Liverpool fandom. I hope their little team trip to Barcelona means he doesn't have to do any interviews that touch on point 3, since it's been picked up by blogs and actual newspapers.

[findingnemosworld]

𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 - 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐦𝐞

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, ( 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬? 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 )

( 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞 )

" Fuck "

His gaze, hazy with the lust coursing through him leisurely shifts upwards to soak it in, what a sight she was – the dress she had chosen for the night was hiked up to her abdomen exposing her lack of undergarments whilst the top was loosened allowing her breasts to spill out entirely, much to his delight.

" Don’t stop "

Her words escape in a whine, one hand lands on top of his head whilst the other toys with both of her nipples, the sounds she made, coupled with the way her body reacted to his touch spurred him on to apply more pressure, his tongue along with his thumb rubbing her clit which seemed to drive her closer to her high eliciting the sweetest and most obscene cry he had ever heard.

If they would have told him that he could only live on her and her only – he would have most likely did just that.

He pulls back to admire her properly and smirks, " You were saying? " he murmurs before placing a feather light kiss to her lower abdomen inviting another moan from her.

What had gotten them into this position, you may ask? well it’s simple - he, vice captain of the England national team. And she, the very young yet experienced photographer chosen to be in charge of capturing moments from the training sessions as well as matches - a few stolen looks here, discreet smiles there and it lead them to this very moment.

" You’re still old " She states with a soft chuckle which turned into a yelp when he jumped on top of her to cage her with his arm, he looks down into her eyes, his chain landing directly in between her breasts. " But I’ll give you your roses, that was very impressive " she whispers, placing both of her hands on the back of his neck.

" You fucking minx " He whispers dipping his head to capture her lips in a soft kiss that incited a groan from him the moment he felt her tongue swiping over his bottom lip which in turn granted them the perfect opportunity to devour each other’s mouths. " You’re going to get me in trouble one day " he murmurs against her lips.

She didn’t respond immediately, instead; her hand slides down to leisurely wrap around his cock causing him to grunt against her lips, she smiles. " You already are "

She used whatever force she had to push him onto the bed which allowed her to climb up on top of him, " One of these days, we’re going to be hurt by this " she trails a singular digit across his chest, her touch sent goosebumps all over his body.

His warm hands squeeze her waist for a brief moment before one of his hands slides up to her throat which incited a moan from her. " It wouldn’t hurt you to let me in " he says with a soft tone. " You know that I can make you happy "

Her palms lay flat against his chest, as they spend the next few minutes in complete silence, neither one wanting to answer or even address the elephant in the room – it started a year ago when she was first hired as the photographer, she was twenty one and he was thirty one; that in of itself was a risky line to cross yet they had crossed it and never looked back since then.

" You’re so sure of yourself " She says, chuckling at his confidence before dipping her head down to press a tantalizingly lesiure kiss to his pulse point which caused him to flutter his eyes shut, and a strangled moan to escape his lips. " Don’t get greedy, we both agreed that this is just an arrangement between us "

Her words were akin to a knife that penetrated his heart, spurring him to place one hand over his back while the other laid on the back of her neck to pull her down for kiss, " You and I both know that it’s not an arrangement, and I will prove it to you " he whispers against her lips before he pushed her onto the bed, climbing on top of her, " Spread your legs " His words come out as a command.

" Jordan? " She whispers before a yelp escapes her mouth, he pinched then twisted both of her nipples.

He helps her remove the dress before dipping his head down to kiss her again, " Spread your legs " he said, his voice dropping an octave lower.

She complies, spreading her legs open while he had hastily removed his own clothes, his gaze darts below and a guttural groan escapes his lips, " You’re so perfect " he says with a soft tone.

Before she could formulate a response, he strokes his cock a few times before he finally thrusts himself into her slick walls, a unanimous gasp escapes from the two of them. " Oh Fuck " He sighs, " You were made for me "

Her hands grip the bedsheets so tight, her knuckles turn white - " Jordan " she whines, her chest rises and falls lesiurely.

His thrusts were leisure at first to allow them both to fully adjust to the sensation before his hand wraps around her neck applying gentle pressure on her throat, her face contorts to display the pleasure she was feeling, " Even if you think that this is an arrangement " he grunts, the skin to skin contact had enveloped them in a haze. " We both know that I’m the only one that can make you feel like this "

She whines, " Fuck, right there " her back arches off the bed, " Don’t stop "

" Maybe I should " He tuts, grinning when a desperate whine escapes her lips. " Since you wore that dress to tease me "

" No I didn’t " She half retorts, half moans at the overwhelmingly incredible sensation that enveloped her.

A dark chuckle escapes his lips in response to her words, " Yes, you did and you know what, for that I think " He stops halfway, a strangled goan erupts form him at the way her walls squeeze his cock. " I need to punish you, you think you deserve to cum? "

She whines, " Jordan, please "

" I don’t think you deserve to cum, not after what you just said " He murmurs, latching his lips around one of her nipples, while his other hand toyed with the other one.

" Fuck " She cries, her cheeks stained by a few droplets of tears running down. " Please, please " she pleads with a soft tone.

" Say it right now, who’s making you feel this good? " He says through labored breaths.

" You " She whimpers, " Fuck, Just like that "

" Louder! " He growls, " I want you to scream so that everyone can hear who’s making you feel this good "

" It’s you Jordan, Only you! " She moans.

" Good girl " He cooed, " Cum beautiful, cum all over my cock, make a mess like you always do "

His words coupled with the tightening in her lower abdomen were enough for her to cry in pure euphoria, she was silenced when he dipped in to kiss her lips. " You are mine " he whispers against her lips.

" I told you " She whispers, " Don’t get too greedy "

[avenirdelight]

✨FIC & REQ UPDATE✨

Just For One More Day — Tyrone Mings

Tyrone has fallen out of love but he’s not ready to tell her and let her go.

Silly Little Things — Jordan Henderson

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

Making An Effort (Fix This) — Son Heungmin

She flies to London to surprise Sonny. They haven't been talking after an argument that they had, where he says that she doesn't make any efforts for their long-distance relationship. [Requested]

✨ Coming Soon ✨

🔜 Anyone You Like — angst

🔜 Jesse Lingard — angst / fluff

🔜 Trent Alexander-Arnold — angst

🔜 Gareth Bale — Whatever PART 2 [Requested]

🔜 Son Heungmin — longtime crush [Requested]

🔜 Ben Chilwell — angst

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[ao3feed-mash]

One shot book for my finical character crushes

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/8KIdDXg

by Susied05

A place where I put my one shots

Words: 10529, Chapters: 12/12, Language: English

Fandoms: Fate: The Winx Saga (TV), MASH (TV), Outer Banks (TV), Girl Meets World, West Side Story (2021), Panic (TV 2021), Stranger Things (TV 2016), The Gifted (TV 2017), Superman & Lois (TV 2021), The Darkest Minds (2018), Spirit Animals - Various Authors, Supernatural

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Other

Characters: JJ Maybank, Riven (Winx Club), Sky (Winx Club), Kiara "Kie" Carrera, Pope Heyward, John B. Routledge, Maya Hart, Lucas Friar, Farkle Minkus, Musa (Winx Club), Flora (Winx Club), Aisha | Layla (Winx Club), Bloom (Winx Club), Steve Harrington, Lucas Sinclair, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Mike Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, Andy Strucker, Lauren Strucker, Reed Strucker, Caitlin Strucker, Lorna Dane, Marcos Diaz (The Gifted), the gifted - Character, Jordan Kent, Jonathan "Jon" Kent (Superman & Lois TV 2021), superman and Lois - Character, Liam Stewart, Cole Stewart, Ruby Daly, Suzume, Charles Carrington "Chubs" Meriwether IV, Cate, the darkest minds - Character, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Supernatural - Character, Conor (Spirit Animals), Meilin (Spirit Animals), Rollan (Spirit Animals), Tarik (Spirit Animals), Essix (Spirit Animals), Jhi (Spirit Animals), Uraza (Spirit Animals), Briggan (Spirit Animals), Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce, BJ Honeycutt, Medics of 4077th MASH, Tony (West Side Story), west side story - Character, Maria (West Side Story), Riff (West Side Story), The Jets (West Side Story), Dodge Mason, Heather Nill, Ray Hall (Panic TV), Natalie Williams (Panic TV)

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[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)

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Interesting Papers for Week 45, 2022

Implicit mechanisms of intention. Aflalo, T., Zhang, C., Revechkis, B., Rosario, E., Pouratian, N., & Andersen, R. A. (2022). Current Biology, 32(9), 2051-2060.e6.

Anatomical distribution and functional roles of electrical synapses in Drosophila. Ammer, G., Vieira, R. M., Fendl, S., & Borst, A. (2022). Current Biology, 32(9), 2022-2036.e4.

Neuronal activity drives pathway-specific depolarization of peripheral astrocyte processes. Armbruster, M., Naskar, S., Garcia, J. P., Sommer, M., Kim, E., Adam, Y., … Dulla, C. G. (2022). Nature Neuroscience, 25(5), 607–616.

Learning cortical representations through perturbed and adversarial dreaming. Deperrois, N., Petrovici, M. A., Senn, W., & Jordan, J. (2022). eLife, 11, e76384.

Reduced Primacy Bias in Autism during Early Sensory Processing. Goris, J., Braem, S., Van Herck, S., Simoens, J., Deschrijver, E., Wiersema, J. R., … Todd, J. (2022). Journal of Neuroscience, 42(19), 3989–3999.

Flexible utilization of spatial- and motor-based codes for the storage of visuo-spatial information. Henderson, M. M., Rademaker, R. L., & Serences, J. T. (2022). eLife, 11, e75688.

Hypothalamic modulation of adult hippocampal neurogenesis in mice confers activity-dependent regulation of memory and anxiety-like behavior. Li, Y.-D., Luo, Y.-J., Chen, Z.-K., Quintanilla, L., Cherasse, Y., Zhang, L., … Song, J. (2022). Nature Neuroscience, 25(5), 630–645.

Neural signals regulating motor synchronization in the primate deep cerebellar nuclei. Okada, K., Takeya, R., & Tanaka, M. (2022). Nature Communications, 13, 2504.

Multisensory correlation computations in the human brain identified by a time-resolved encoding model. Pesnot Lerousseau, J., Parise, C. V., Ernst, M. O., & van Wassenhove, V. (2022). Nature Communications, 13, 2489.

Hippocampal place codes are gated by behavioral engagement. Pettit, N. L., Yuan, X. C., & Harvey, C. D. (2022). Nature Neuroscience, 25(5), 561–566.

Spatial Learning Drives Rapid Goal Representation in Hippocampal Ripples without Place Field Accumulation or Goal-Oriented Theta Sequences. Pfeiffer, B. E. (2022). Journal of Neuroscience, 42(19), 3975–3988.

Saliency determines the integration of contextual information into stimulus–response episodes. Qiu, R., Möller, M., Koch, I., & Mayr, S. (2022). Attention, Perception, & Psychophysics, 84(4), 1264–1285.

The conditional approach to evaluating detection performance. Schwarz, W. (2022). Attention, Perception, & Psychophysics, 84(4), 1393–1402.

Sequential sampling from memory underlies action selection during abstract decision-making. Shushruth, S., Zylberberg, A., & Shadlen, M. N. (2022). Current Biology, 32(9), 1949-1960.e5.

One-shot generalization in humans revealed through a drawing task. Tiedemann, H., Morgenstern, Y., Schmidt, F., & Fleming, R. W. (2022). eLife, 11, e75485.

ON/OFF domains shape receptive field structure in mouse visual cortex. Tring, E., Duan, K. K., & Ringach, D. L. (2022). Nature Communications, 13, 2466.

 Pattern differentiation and tuning shift in human sensory cortex underlie long-term threat memory. You, Y., Novak, L. R., Clancy, K. J., & Li, W. (2022). Current Biology, 32(9), 2067-2075.e4.

Contextual cueing in co-active visual search: Joint action allows acquisition of task-irrelevant context. Zang, X., Zinchenko, A., Wu, J., Zhu, X., Fang, F., & Shi, Z. (2022). Attention, Perception, & Psychophysics, 84(4), 1114–1129.

Spatial enhancement due to statistical learning tracks the estimated spatial probability. Zhang, Y., Yang, Y., Wang, B., & Theeuwes, J. (2022). Attention, Perception, & Psychophysics, 84(4), 1077–1086.

Distinct representations of body and head motion are dynamically encoded by Purkinje cell populations in the macaque cerebellum. Zobeiri, O. A., & Cullen, K. E. (2022). eLife, 11, e75018.