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f1daydreamers · 1 year ago

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𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬 [𝐓𝐀𝟔𝟔] 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

gif credits: @trenty

Pairing: Trent Alexander-Arnold x Fem!Reader

Summary: Arne, in hopes to focus on his team’s mental health as much as their physical, recruits a younger but just as educated psychologist to work one-to-one with the more reserved players. Trent is one of them.

A/N: Here's Part 1 if you haven't read it already!

Warnings: mentions of divorced parents, sister lives w/ Reader, awkwardness, cliff-hanger but not that big of a deal tbh so soz anyways

Word Count: 1.9k words (7 mins reading avg)

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"Kaia! You're going to be late!" You yelled from the kitchen, your voice echoing through the hallway.

You hurriedly placed sandwiches into a fresh sandwich bag and then slipped it into her college bag.

"Okay, okay. Can you chill?" Kaia's voice, slightly muffled, floated down from the end of the corridor. You rolled your eyes, placing her water bottle next to her bag with a practiced sigh.

"No, I can't. You can't be late again, they've already sent two letters home about your attendance." Your tone was firm but laced with a hint of concern.

"For being 10 minutes late? Bit extra," she retorted as she finally appeared, her hair still slightly tousled from sleep.

"No, for always missing your first class even though I always wake you up on time," you countered, a frown creasing your forehead.

"So?" Your sister shrugged, nonchalant as ever.

"So, if you get kicked out, you have to live with Mom or Dad. You know the deal." Your voice softened a bit, hoping the reminder would make her see reason.

"Fine, fine. I'm going." She sighed heavily, zipping up her jacket with a dramatic flair and slinging her bag over her shoulder.

You stopped her at the door, walking over to the far counter. She turned back to you with a very loud, exasperated sigh, rolling her eyes.

"Water bottle." You tossed it to her, which she caught mid-air, before she turned to leave.

"And make sure you go to-" Slam. You winced at the sound of the door shutting so harshly, the finality of it echoing through the flat. Your shoulders slumped.

"Class," you finished lamely, the word hanging in the air.

"Why am I a mom before I'm a mom?" You mumbled to yourself, rubbing your forehead in frustration.

You slid your phone off the counter, texting your dad a quick update that your sister just left. You'd let it slip about her attendance letters the last time you spoke, and now it was a regular point of concern.

A quick 'good' and thumbs up emoji followed seconds later.

Your eyes flickered over to the clock hung on the wall, noting there was a measly half-hour left until you were due at work.

Luckily, the office was barely a ten-minute walk from your flat. You packed your bag at a steady pace, making sure you had everything you needed. As you descended the stairs to the ground level of your complex, you waved to a few of your neighbors, all of them scurrying off with their children to avoid being late for school.

Some things never change.

...

You juggled a stack of papers that Lee had handed you right at the front entrance.

You eventually approached your office but with your keys clutched awkwardly in your other hand, and your bag precariously draped on your shoulder but now threatening to slip off, you fumbled to fit the correct one into the lock.

The papers teetered on the brink of tumbling from your grasp, prompting a flash of irritation to cross your face.

Just as you were about to lose your grip on them entirely, Curtis appeared at your side. "Need a hand with that?" he asked, his accented voice made him sound friendly and slightly amused.

You looked up, relief washing over you. "Yes, please."

He took the stack of papers from you, his easy smile making the moment feel less chaotic. With your hands free, you managed to unlock the door with ease.

"Thanks, Curtis. You're a lifesaver."

"No problem at all," he replied, plopping the papers onto your desk with a subtle thud.

"So, who'd you piss off?" he asked, pointing his chin at the stack of papers.

You chuckled, dropping your bag by your desk and draping your cardigan over your chair. "I haven't a clue, probably God."

He laughed, turning his shoulder to the door. "Are you coming down to the canteen for breakfast?"

You paused, considering the invitation. "What's on the menu?" You pushed your hair behind your shoulders, powering on your computer.

Curtis grinned. "Just about everything. You name it, they’ve got it."

You smiled, the tension from moments ago melting away. "Sounds tempting. I'll be down in a bit."

Curtis nodded and exited swiftly, leaving you with a sense of belonging. You'd been most worried about fitting in, about getting along with the players beyond mere professional courtesy. If you were going to be working with them for the next few years, building friendships was essential to you.

And maybe skipping breakfast wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

You made your way down the stairs for the second time today, smiling to a few familiar faces as you walked to the canteen.

There was a black board right out front, with the times for breakfast and lunch clearly displayed on it.

Your phone buzzed just before you entered. It was a message with a photo attachment from your sister.

You quickly opened the notification, letting the picture download. A ghost of a smile touched your lips as you rolled your eyes; it was a picture of her iPad showing a class presentation, with her classmates surrounding her.

You typed a brisk response before locking your phone and shoving it back into your pocket.

Inside, there weren’t as many people as you’d expected. An equal mix of staff and players, some recognisable and some not.

Those you did recognise were engrossed in their conversations, laughing, smiling, some serious - a mixture of emotions painted on everyone’s faces.

It was refreshing to see something other than an email inbox for the first part of your day.

But there was one person’s emotions you couldn’t quite understand.

His back was facing you, but after staring at it during most of your confrontation a few days ago, it was clear as day as to who was standing at the front of the canteen.

You wrestled with your thoughts, weighing the pros and cons of approaching him. Mostly cons, if not all, but you couldn’t build true relationships with the players if you shied away all the time.

Crossing the floor, you grabbed a plate from the stack at the beginning of the serving line. You couldn’t help but steal a few glances at his body language; you were a psychologist, after all.

His tense shoulders and slightly furrowed brow told you he wasn’t in the mood for conversation, but you pressed on.

Maybe it was just his resting face?

“Morning, Trent,” you greeted him with a smile, trying to keep your tone friendly.

He glanced at you briefly, unsurprised by your presence, likely having noticed you long before you approached.

“Psychologist,” he muttered, not making eye contact as he focused on the food in front of him.

“I must say, I admire your professionalism,” you quipped, attempting to lighten the mood, though the ensuing awkward silence made you regret your attempt.

“Any plans today?” You ventured.

“Training,” came his curt reply.

“Routine must be comforting,” You remarked, trying to maintain a conversational tone.

“Why are you talking to me?” he abruptly stopped in his tracks, his tone sharp.

You were fortunate to notice his halt in movement, otherwise you could’ve bumped into him if you hadn’t.

But judging by his build, you doubted even a nudge would’ve stirred him. His cold stare bore into yours, and you fought to maintain composure.

"Because I think you're a great conversationalist," you said with a smile. He paused briefly, rolled his eyes, then slid his plate off the tray rail and walked away.

A faint chuckle escaped you as you watched Trent walk away, his expression guarded. Sighing inwardly, you turned back to the serving line, reaching for a piece of toast with a mix of amusement and resignation.

One of the canteen ladies, her silver hair neatly pinned back and wearing a crisp white apron over her uniform, approached you with a knowing smirk.

Her eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief as she leaned closer. “Wow, haven’t heard a conversation that awkward since my first double date in ’97.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, grateful for her light-hearted approach. “Yeah, it was pretty rough, wasn’t it?”

You let a brief moment of silence pass before you continued.

“I don’t think we’ve met yet. I’m Y/N,” you said, extending your hand.

Carol, as she introduced herself, took your hand with a firm shake. Her affable demeanour was a stark contrast to Trent’s disinterested reception, one you welcomed.

“Ah, the young psychologist. Lee’s mentioned you a wee bit. I’m Carol. Been working here since the beginning of time, or so it feels.”

“You look as young as me,” you complimented with a smile, noticing the genuine kindness in her eyes.

“Oh, stop it,” Carol chuckled softly, waving off your compliment. “How are you finding it here?”

You shrugged in response, glancing around the canteen before meeting her gaze again. “You really want to ask me that after what you’ve just overheard?”

Carol nudged your shoulder playfully. “I’ve heard worse back in my day. What’s happened between yous two?”

“Nothing,” you reassured her quickly. “He’s still getting used to me being around.”

“Well, if he’s anything like the Trent I know, he’ll come around at one point, just keep pissing him off,” Carol joked cordially, her voice carrying a touch of wisdom.

You nodded with a bright smile, tilting your head. “Yes, ma’am.”

…

As you sat in your small office, you locked your phone after messaging your sister to warm up dinner for herself, knowing you’d be home late.

Your mind wandered again - to your family, to your work, to him.

The glow of your laptop screen illuminated the dimly lit room. You had been poring over articles for what felt like hours, hoping to uncover more about him than he had revealed to you personally.

You had always found the internet to be your greatest ally when working with clients, especially world-famous athletes.

You wanted to delve deeper into understanding the anomaly that was Trent Alexander-Arnold, to move beyond your brief and often contentious interactions.

With a few clicks, you eventually navigated to interviews featuring him.

The first video showed him discussing mental health in football, a topic he approached with surprising openness. His words were measured yet sincere, revealing a vulnerability that contrasted sharply with what you had witnessed so far.

“I guess I’m not as trusting as some of the other guys on the team,” Trent admitted on screen, his gaze sincere as he spoke directly to the interviewer’s camera. “I’ve never been comfortable sharing my personal issues, outside of my family. There’s always a fear of judgment.”

You watched intently, feeling a pang of empathy as Trent’s words resonated with you. It was as if he was sitting right in front of you, confiding in you directly.

In another interview, Trent discussed the pressures of fame and the struggle to balance his private life with the demands of professional football.

His shoulders relaxed slightly as he spoke, revealing glimpses of a man grappling with expectations far beyond his years.

As you paused the video to let his words sink in, Trent’s earlier rebuke echoed in your mind.

“Don’t expect me to pour my heart out to some stranger. Especially on someone else’s schedule.”

Then suddenly, a light bulb went off in your mind as you rattled through all the different strategies you were taught at university.

You realised that perhaps your approach with Trent had been too clinical, too focused on schedules and protocols.

Without hesitation, you opened your email and addressed a message to both Arne and Lee.

Your fingers tapped out a request, concise yet loaded with implications that only you understood fully.

For now.

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Part 3

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foreverisntenough · 1 year ago

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‘OURS’

Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never could’ve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the ‘You’re Mine’ fic.

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Warnings: This series is 18+ and will contain fluff, suggestion, SMUT (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, parenting, mental health struggles, eating disorder, self doubt, body image issues, daddy kink, angst, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant/ baby logistics it’s better if you just read along happily :)

Chapter 23- Girl Dad | ‘Ours’

“Dada sleepy” Teddy whined pulling on Trent’s arm with a pouty face as they sat in the summer sun on the grass outside. They had originally been running about with a football but it had declined into them just laying there. Teddy complaining incessantly that she was tired.

“Aw baby bear I’m sorry but can you stay awake for me? It’s not time for a nap yet.” He cooed gently. Her bottom lip immediately began to quiver. “Come here, Ted. I gotcha. We can go lay in your room for a little alright but we have to stay awake. Do you know why? I bet you’ll be soooo happy” He asked Teddy, pulling her into his arms. He ran his hand lovingly up and down her back.

“Nos dada.” She mumbled nuzzling her face into him. He stood up still holding her tight.

“Yeah you do, Ted. Mummy is coming home today. Aren’t you so excited to see her?” He picked her head up off him, pressing his nose to hers, one of her cheeks resting against his palm. “I know you are. We’ve missed mummy, huh?” He cooed, giving her a kiss.

“Miss mama, dada.” She whined again with pooling puppy dog eyes, her lips curling into a sad pout. She looked adorably sleepy. He brushed his hand over her curls as they made their way inside before they laid on the floor upstairs with a few toys. Teddy tiredly answering Trent’s persistent questions in hopes he could keep her awake.

“Who is that!?! Who just came home, Teddy girl?” Trent asked in a gentle voice scooping up Teddy off her tummy on the floor of her nursery playmat. He heard the alarm from your front door go off as you opened it coming home from the airport. He plopped her on her own two feet to run down the hall and helped her down the stairs, her hand in his. “C’mon, hurry! I think that’s mummy. Let’s go see.” He laughed teasing her, pushing her to move quicker but Teddy faltered a little beginning to get too eager to see you so he just picked her up and threw her over his shoulder as he jogged down the stairs, her giggles trailing behind them. Teddy let out a rambunctious ‘Mama!!’ Without even being able to see you properly, she could just tell. “Alright alright.” Trent laughed as Teddy desperately tried to wiggle and break away from him to get to you. “I’m old news now that mummy’s home, huh?” He joked, placing her on the floor.

“Hi! Hi! Hi! My sweet girl! Come here. Mwah! '' You cooed as Teddy ran as fast as she could to you before you planted a fat kiss on her picking her up. She wiggled squirming in your arms excitedly kicking her legs. “Come here!” You squished her tighter to you. “Didn’t you miss meee.” You sang as you peppered her with more kisses as her tiny giggles filled the entry way into your house. “You’re never old news, T. Missed you both so much” You kissed him, moving Teddy to your hip.

“Flight was fine? I told you I’d come get you. I didn’t want you to take an Uber home alone.” He looked at you genuinely concerned. You laughed, kissing him once more with reassurance.

“T… It was all fine. It would’ve been silly plus what would you have done for lunch time if you were busy picking up mummy!” You cooed, turning your attention off him and to your little girl. She greedily grabbed for more of you, a physically impossible feat as her face was already squished into you entirely.

“Fairs. We did have a good lunchtime didn’t we, baby bear? Tell mama what we had.” He cooed rubbing his big hand over her little curls. She pulled away from you and flicked her eyes back and forth between you two trying to listen to you both but impatiently waiting to talk.

“Pah ta.” She giggled pulling at your shirt excited to tell you that Trent had made her pasta.

“Mmm! Was it yummy?” You asked and she nodded. “Did you save any for me or did you eat it all?” You asked her with a cheeky smile fairly sure the answer would be no.

“Nah, someone was hungry.” Trent answered for her, wiping her plump pout. Her lips pulled into a mischievous grin.

“My hungry girl.” You nommed on her tummy as she squealed. “I’m assuming they were the correct shape this time?” You laughed making fun of Trent’s struggles dealing with Teddy’s growing pickiness.

“They were, thank you for telling me there was a big difference. God forbid we have airplane shaped pasta over dog shaped. Gets whatever she wants though, doesn't she?” He rolled his eyes at you before giving you a kiss to his cheek, switching his focus to Teddy. “Tell mama where we ate as well. Go on.” He cooed, moving to rub his thumb over her cheek.

“ ‘Side mama!” Teddy yelled. You laughed at her volume blinking your eyes adjusting to being back in the presence of a two year old. “Mama!” She yelled once more restlessly.

“Wow… you’re just so excited mummy is home now. You were so sleepy a little bit ago. You were complaining you wanted to lay down with me. Now you’re here yelling about. What’s all that about?” Trent teased Teddy about her dramatic shift in energy. Moments before you came home she was begging for them to move upstairs to her room because she was sleepy, slowly migrating to both of them laying on the floor but as Trent had told her, it wasn’t near enough her nap time just yet then so he was trying to withstand his new found battle of having to fight against his very own pooling puppy dog eyes looking right back at him. You called it karma.

“Mama, mama, mama!” She screamed loving the attention she was getting from both of you. Overjoyed that you were finally back home.

“Yes? Hello, pretty girl. I missed you and daddy so much.” You cooed, paying her mind. She was so excited to talk to you but you felt like your eyes were going to close. You kissed her chubby cheeks lazily telling her just how much you missed her hoping it would settle some of the energy coursing through her. You moved to the couch and crashed. You were exhausted from your night out last night and your early flight. Travel in general always ran you a little ragged. You cuddled up on top of Trent after he set Teddy up to lay on the carpet in front of the tv with some toys for a while until she got bored and noticed you were together without her.

“Mama! Mama, miss Teddy?” She asked moving to attempt to pull herself up clumsily and awkwardly on to the couch. Apparently telling her for a half hour you definitely had missed her was not enough. There was definitely a better way to get on to the couch but she managed eventually regardless. You let her do it on her own despite her silly approach. Her attempt number two was much more successful than her first. She was eager to know if you missed her and adamant to get the same attention you were currently giving to Trent.

“Yeah, cutie girl. I missed you the most. Do you know who else I missed just as much?” You cooed with a sleepy smile. She shook her head ‘no’ very sure you couldn’t miss anyone nearly as much as you missed her. “I really missed daddy though too.” You clung to Trent paying attention to her but not wanting to get off him. “Mummy’s tired baby and wants a cuddle with dada.” You cooed letting her know you weren’t exactly in the mood to run about the house right now with her unfortunately.

“Mama nap?” Teddy cooed and gave you an inquisitive look tilting her head. She thankfully understood you were exhausted. Frankly, the feeling was radiating off you. It was palpable.

“Yeah, Ted. Good idea. Let’s go cuddle in bed. We can let mummy sleep and you and me can watch something.” Trent made the executive decision for the three of you. It sounded perfect and just what you wanted.

“Dada help!” She yelped at Trent grabbing your arm signaling for him to ‘help’ carry you and so he did, entirely without any of her help. He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist draping your arms over his shoulder lazily and dropping your face into his neck while he carried you upstairs. Teddy hanging onto the fabric of his shorts following closely.

“I love you.” You said laying down in your very missed bed kissing his warm skin. “I’m yours, T. Always yours.” You whispered hushly just to him, cuddling further into him in your bed. Your face stayed buried in his neck. All you wanted to do was be around him, smell him, feel him after your few days apart.

“Love you so much, beautiful.” Trent whispered to you but not as quiet as you evidently because Teddy was quick to perk up hearing his words.

“Mama booful.” Teddy cooed with a smile agreeing with Trent, looking back at him with real certainty.

“Yeah. I think so. Don’t you?” Trent laughed at her little intrusion. She nodded at him. Your eyes remained shut letting them converse too tired to participate yourself.

“My mama!” She grabbed for you, hugging your side, nuzzling into you. You hummed. You let her just wiggle her way in between you and Trent which in fairness was a small space so it took her a minute. Trent had tried to shift you and pull her in more comfortably but at the moment you just couldn’t get close enough to them both. Trent let you fall asleep for a little, Teddy slow to follow but nevertheless getting the nap she had wanted, all of you just taking the day to relax. A very calm one that ended up with you cuddling up back in your bed once again when night came around.

“Nobody could ever understand what this feels like.” You whispered to Trent as the quiet dark night filled the room. You laid on top of Trent. Your hand behind his head dragging your fingers over his hair, scratching gently at his scalp. “What you mean to me. You’re fucking air to me.” You continued nuzzling into him. He caressed the back of your head just the same as he kissed your cheek.

“I couldn’t be without you. Baby… you are the only thing I need for the rest of my life, yeah?” He whispered back to you gently, keeping his hands on you, rubbing over your soft skin, unable to detach. He pulled your face from his neck and held your face above his for a moment. His eyes gazed up into yours. His eyes narrowed a little and a smirk pulled across his face. He pulled you down to him more, his lips crashing into yours in the most gentle terrifyingly perfect way. When he kissed you, You could feel your heart slow. Everything felt like it sloshed into a dream. How much you needed Trent was petrifying, you couldn’t imagine never not being exactly right where you were at this very moment. Somehow an incredibly mortal person felt completely transcendent. He was sweet and heavenly and all yours.

“You think there is anything I don’t know about you, T?” You asked him with a childish giggle pulling away. He kind of thought the kiss was going to lead to something maybe a little bit more adult but he was happy to entertain the juvenile question if it meant seeing you smile the way you were at him.

“Mmmm” He hummed thinking for a minute. “I’d give you like an 88%.” He told you earnestly. Your brow furrowed, not exactly happy with your score. “Well I don’t even know all 100% of me... You know what fine, baby. I think maybe I’ll give you a 96% if we were to pretend I knew all 100%.” He laughed, shaking his head. “Any more questions?” He asked you cheekily. You hummed thinking for a moment.

“Okay… erm, am I the best kisser in the world?” You asked him. You tilted your head with a cute smile. You hoped the answer was yes and if not that he’d lie. He nodded his head, keeping his lips shut trying to bite back a smile. He bit his bottom lip tight as he scanned your face.

“Silly question. The answer is obvious. I’m not answering that.” He cooed and you looked at him curiously. Wondering if you weren’t his obvious answer. You couldn’t control your face dropping a little. Trent couldn’t miss it. “Baby… hey.” He let out a breathy laugh picking up your chin in his hand knowing you well enough that you wanted an answer. “You… you are the only kiss I ever want, could ever want to remember, you are it. Best in the world” He cooed, pressing his lips to yours with a hum.

“Okay, fine… good answer.” You giggled, okay with his answer. “New question, what do you like about me, physically?” You shot him another question.

“Wow… Where do I even begin?” Trent rubbed his hands over his face trying to think. He laughed a little trying to narrow it down in his head. “Erm… You know what and this isn’t one thing over another because I love all of you but I am going to go with that smile. That does it for me every time. You just have a glow about you, baby. You are so beautiful. When you smile or laugh I feel like my heart falters a little. Your eyes squint a little in the cutest way, you just light up.” He cooed. You pouted at him with a shake of the head. “Nah, take the compliment. It’s all true. You’re gorgeous. Anything else or can we get to bed now?” He asked once more, making sure there wasn’t anything else you needed to know before you ended your day.

“Yeah, you were really cheeky about the photos I posted on holiday but you didn’t tell me which was your favorite. So which one did you like the most?” You probed once more, inquiring about his reaction to your holiday instagrams. He shook his head pulling you further into him.

“Goodnighttt.” He sang, kissing your forehead.

“Wait one more! One more!” You giggled, trying to move in his arms to look at his face more. “How much do you love me?” You asked. Trent just rolled his eyes with one more kiss ignoring your question. You knew his answer.

“T…” You groaned through a yawn. The morning light came flooding into your bedroom. All you wanted to do was somehow close your eyes tighter to block out the brightness. You tried your best and sleepily nuzzled into Trent. His hands were all over you. Under your shorts, pushing up your top, rubbing your arms, just everywhere.

“Mmhmmm baby.” He hummed in response. “Too many days apart and way too many clothes on you right now.” He whispered. An uncontrollable smirk pulled on your lips, your hand dropping in between you both sliding into his boxers as if it was magnetically drawn there. “See this is why I’m marrying you. You just get me.” He cooed with a smug laugh happy with where your hands were going.

“You’re marrying me because I’ll touch you in the morning when you won’t stop bothering me when I’m trying to sleep?” You teased him trying to not let out a little giggle.

“No baby but I’m marrying you because I know you well enough that I know you want my hands here.” He said as he cheekily dragged his hands to your ass kneading it. “I know that I’ve been up for a half hour and all I’ve been thinking about is how happy I am you’re home and how nice it’d be to welcome you home, pretty girl.” He let out a breathy laugh

“Welcome me home, hmm?” You asked him with real inquiry. You weren’t opposed to having a little fun with him this morning.

“Yeah anymore comments, complaints?” He rolled you over to be on top of you now. His hands pulling up your tiny tank top, your boobs swiftly on full display for him. You shyly shook your head ‘no.’

“We’ll tell me because I wouldn’t want to do anything you don’t like…” He whispered, dropping his head beginning to place kisses along your jaw as he kept dragging out starting something. His hands just ghosting over your body now.

“T…” you whined. “Okay, stop. Please, I know why you’re marrying me. Come on.” You desperately begged him to do more. To touch you, to kiss you, something!

“Please what, baby?” He mocked your desperation cheekily with another question. He took it too far. You huffed and had had enough. If he didn’t want you, you didn’t want him. You tried to move out from underneath him. “Nah, nah, nah, I’m sorry.” He buried his face in your neck talking between gross wet kisses. “C’mere, baby.” He let out a hearty laugh pinning you underneath him pressing all his weight on top of you.

“No! No, no! Uh uh. I’m done with your games, T. You’re on your own now this morning! Let me out! Your loss!” You quipped at him with a faux scowl on your face.

“Oh don’t be like that, beautiful.” He cooed with a laugh as you moved him off you. You got out of the bed and you knew exactly what you were doing. You walked towards the en-suite of your bedroom. You peeled your clothes off purposefully slow and seductively. “Nah, c’mon now. Don’t be mean about it.” He groaned with a cheeky grin. You turned on the shower and Trent’s eyes lit up. He was quick to follow you. You walked onto the cold marble floor and under the warm water. You weren’t going to tell him no, in fact, this is exactly what you wanted when you initially stood up so when you saw him peel his t-shirt off over his head you decided to fuel the situation and hum at the delicious sight.

“You look so good right now.” You cooed with a cheeky smile. You stuck your hand out to pull him into the shower once he was fully undressed.

“I think we look good right now.” He took your hand and pulled you into him. Your wet body coming against his dry one before he pushed you back into the tiled wall.

“Yeah? You think? I wanna see.” You giggled moving around him. His brows furrowed for a moment wondering what you meant and where you were trying to go until you hopped out of the shower with a skip running to the sink counter to get your phone. You placed it up right facing the shower and pulled up your camera.

“Oh yeah, baby?” He asked you with a glowing smile pulling his lips up. You turned and nodded. You hit record and scampered back into the shower and draped your arms over his shoulders. He slipped his arms around your waist and dropped his hands to lay over the curve of your ass. Being in Trent’s arms sent any wall you could’ve ever had crumbling down. Your submissiveness with Trent came to the forefront immediately as you closed the space in between your lips. His hands slid around you and worked up to your tits. He pulled away from your kiss to your disappointment momentarily until he worked his lips down your neck and their way to one of your nipples, taking it in his mouth pinching the other with his fingers.

“Fuck, T.” You moaned as his free hand lifted one of your legs by your thigh to wrap around his waist. His hands on you felt like fire, shivers racing down your spine with the water from the shower head. His hands dropped in between you two and glided their way through your folds.

“Gonna be a good girl for me now?” He spoke into your neck between kisses when he slipped two of his fingers into you. You let out in a gasp. “You gonna let me take care of you this morning now” Trent said while his fingers worked slow and then up to a blistering pace. You felt that familiar knot in your stomach forming minute after minute. You shut your eyes tight, your pussy pulsating around his fingers. Before you could even tell Trent you felt it all snap and release, a sensation of pleasure washing over you embarrassingly quick.

“Oh my god” you muttered. You felt like you could barely speak. Your one hand dropped between your bodies and wrapped around his hardening length. The other pulling the back of his neck towards you to start kissing him passionately and messily. He pulled away for a moment and picked up your other thigh from under your ass holding you up pushing your back against the wall a little more. “T, don’t drop me.” You moaned with a giggle, ghosting your lips over his. You pumped his length a few times before he lined up his cock at your entrance, teasing you with the tip.

“Nah, let me take care of you, alright? I got you, baby.” He groaned, feeling his cock slid into you slowly. Your eyes fluttered closed from the stretch. “Fuck, needed this since last night. Feel so good f’me, baby.” He moaned as you tightened your legs around his waist more. He rolled his hips into you and his cock pushed deeper, hitting a spot only he knew. When he found the perfect rhythm you could feel the knot in your stomach tightening again. He sucked and nibbled onto your sensitive neck, the heat coursing through your body in contrast to the cold tiles pressing into your back.

“T…” you whined as he reached in between you and rubbed your clit in harsh tight circles but fell into messy motions when Trent began to have a hard time focusing. You felt so good. You could barely speak from how good he felt. Your stomach tightened and your walls fluttered as you came, squirting a little.

“Good girl. So fucking good. Turn around f’me. Want you to see how good you look when I fuck from behind.” He spoke into your neck as your pussy continued to throb. He pulled out gently placing your feet on the ground and turning you around. He held you ass cheeks apart as you bent over to see himself slide inside. “So fucking wet.” He groaned as your eyes rolled back into your head. The thickness of his cock stretching you out all over again. Your moans echoed off the shower walls as he fucked you for ages. You were in heaven. He adjusted his hips thrusting into you a bit harder. You gasped and clenched tighter around his cock. “Cum f’me, baby. I wanna make you cum f’me. Fuck.” He cursed. He dragged his cock out slowly before pushing back right back in. All you could hear was the water of the shower cascading over you and the slaps of your wet skin colliding. It made your pussy that much wetter. Your orgasm drew quickly. The muscles in your stomach tensed but your tightness cause Trent’s thrusts to begin to get fairly sloppy in the best type of way. He gripped your hips and dug his fingers into your wet skin.

“Baby, please. Please, I’m gonna cum. T.” You whined as your cheek pressed into the cold tiles in front of you. You might have been drooling but you were in such a haze you had no idea. He gathered your wet hair off your back and dragged your head back pulling it by it. He gripped your jawline with his other hand and forced you to turn to look back at him. You were for him to use and you never felt better because he treated you like you weren’t like all he cared about was you. How you felt, making sure you knew he was doing it because he loved you. That’s what made him feel good… okay, and probably a few other things happening right now but your pleasure was fueling him. Your wetness ran down your inner thighs with the water and covered his entire length as he moved seamlessly in and out of you. Swiftly a third orgasm crashed over you. You let out a pornographic moan with your release.

“I love you. Oh my god, fuck! You’re so deep.” You cried as you felt every inch of him push deeper. You had completely forgotten about the phone capturing your trembling frame and every moan you made. He reached that spot so deep you both loved and you shuttered letting out another sinful noise.

“Shhh, baby. It’s early, gotta be quiet f’me.” He mocked you. It was unfair to tell you that considering how he was fucking you right now so you ignored him untill he continued to drill into that spot causing pleasure to ripple through you. You just about screamed, making an absolute mess around his cock. “There it is, baby. Such a good girl. That’s the spot, huh? You love this.” He whispered into your ear before letting your body drop back into the bent position for him to fuck you harder with more pace. “Look so beautiful like this. I can’t wait to watch this back.” He let out a breathy laugh before your pussy clenched tighter, imaging the video you were making causing him to let out a groan. “You’re mine forever, baby. Do you know that? None of those fucking lads in your instagram comments, could ever fuck you like this. Tell me you know your mine.” He grunted as you threw your ass back on his length while he slapped your ass.

“I’m yours, T. Only yours… oh my god.” You both felt your highs wash over you instantaneously. He moaned your name as he filled your puddy with his cum. Your heart was fucking pounding, you thought you might’ve blacked out momentarily but Trent was quick to secure you in his arms, pressing your back into his chest, of course not to miss the opportunity to turn you around to face directly at your phones camera as he kneaded your tits in his hands. You didn’t care. You felt so euphoric you just dropped your head back onto his shoulder.

“You’re so sexy baby.” Trent cooed watching you two on your phone’s front screen. You hummed and he finished your actual shower for you, turning off the water and wrapping you in a towel before carrying you into your bed for a cuddle.

“Can we go get Ted?” You asked him as you snuggled up on top of your blankets after, freshly clean and freshly fucked out of your mind.

“Don’t want to be with just me?” He asked with a faux pout pretending to be hurt by your comments.

“I do, of course I do but I miss being all together. It feels like it’s been ages.” You returned the theatrical pout back to him.

“Alright, gimme a good kiss first.” He asked pushing his pursed lips out towards you the childish way Teddy often did.

“They’re not all good?” You asked, feigning offense. His pursed lips cracked into a smile. He just grabbed you cheeks with one hand pushing your lips forcefully out to kiss him ignoring your question. He captured your lips in a sweet kiss and despite your exhaustion, the adrenaline running through you was high and so was your lust for him. You pushed for more. You melted into him and he pulled your body more into his. Your lips unable to part as you began to grind your body on him.

“Should we go get her?” Trent asked, breaking the kiss with an annoyingly cheeky smile.

“Hold on. I just need…” you didn’t finish your sentence, you just straddled over top of him and pulled him into another sensual kiss. Your morning alone with Trent did not stop there.

It was a few weeks later and the start of a new week. It was going to be a busy one. Trent had a work commitment, you had to go to the courthouse to sign your marriage license in the UK and then… the largest event of this summer break, and potentially your life, you were flying to New York for your wedding. Trent was stood in your kitchen when you came up behind him after you got ready for your day. You slipped your hands down into the band of his sweats and softly guided them on his skin from his hips inwards over his abs. He hummed loving the feeling of your hands on him.

“You’re a tease but I like you.” Trent laughed as goosebumps raised on his skin, turning his head awkwardly back towards you to try to see more of you. For some reason hearing that he ‘liked’ you felt so intimate.

“You like me?” You cooed with a giggle. It felt different instead of an I love you. You batted your eyelashes up at him with a warm feeling filling your chest as you kept your hands on his warm skin.

“I really like you. In fact, I love you.” He told you with certainty. He craned his neck a little further back to you and kissed your forehead. You leaned into his lips with a hum.

“Lub mama, dada!” Teddy giggled in her high chair forever keen on being involved in any interaction you and Trent were having without her. Begging for attention. You shook your head.

“You lub me too, Teddy girl?” You giggled moving over to her. You wiped the side of her mouth with your thumb. “Do you want to go see daddy be a celebrity today?” You asked her with cheek, Trent rolling his eyes. Trent had an Adidas commitment later in the day. It was in Liverpool for a launch of a boot he was coming out with for the brand. It was a big event and he wanted you to go. If he wanted you to go to something like this, you’d usually go. You knew he got a little nervous and having you there made him feel better. It was old hat for him to do the events but supporting him would never be something either of you would take for granite. You’d always go to support him but fan heavy events were a lot for you and you were interested to see how Teddy would handle them.

“Lebrity dada.” Teddy tried to coo. She tilted her head trying to figure out what you were telling her about her dad.

“Yeah, daddy is so famous. Did you know everyone in Liverpool loves your daddy?” You laughed a little more. Trent rolled his eyes once more before leaving the room. You weren’t sure where he was going but you assumed he’d be back.

“Don’t listen to mummy, baby bear. Daddy is just yours but can you come with me today? I need my Ted anddd.” Trent spoke as he came over behind you wrapping his arms around you and swaying your body side to side with one arm laid over your chest. His other hand dropped down by his side holding a little box. “I got you dada’s new boots, want to see?”

“T… her first boots are gonna be yours? That is so sweet. Teddy girl, want to be like dada?” You cooed with a pout opening the tiny shoe box for her pulling out the Adidas boot collaboration Trent had done with them. The little pair of Predators melted your heart.

“Yeah, what do you think, Ted? You think people will like them? Can match me today.” Trent spoke to Teddy with a really proud glint in his eyes. She nodded grabbing the boot from his hand.

“Reddy to go?” You asked, picking up your purse and Teddy’s bag. You looked at Trent. He smiled at you and stood up from the couch in your living room he was sitting on with Teddy. She was in a little adidas fit, a pink t-shirt and red shorts with her new boots, her little hair pulled back into a slicked back bun. She looked perfectly cute.

“Yeah, all good to go, aren’t we, baby bear?” He asked Teddy. She sleepily nodded before cuddling back into his chest bawling his shirt in her tiny hand. She had just woken up from her nap and was going to stay stuck to him until you inevitably had to peel her off. “I don’t think it’ll be a lot of people, you know?” He cooed as you got into the car.

“Okay… don’t lie.” You laughed looking at him with a smug smile. This was an event in Liverpool with Trent Alexander-Arnold for Football boots, of course, there would be a lot of people there. When you arrived Tyler was also there so you tucked off to the side with him while Trent did all the things he had to do. You bounced Teddy on your hip as you watched fans flock and surround Trent. It felt bizarre like he was being pulled away from you. It was a strange juxtaposition of pride and fear. You understood the hype. He was amazing but simultaneously you wanted to be like ‘okay, let’s go. You’re mine.’ In your tunneling vision watching him, he turned back to find you with his eyes as he was shuffled into a space away from fans for interviews, shooting a wink your way. Butterflies filled your stomach. You couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that the man swarmed by fans was the father of the little girl in your arms but more so that you were going to be his wife by the end of this week.

“Don’t think it'll be a lot of people.” You teased Trent with what he said before you went to the event giving him a cheeky smile. There were thousands of people there today to meet him, hell, just to even see him. You draped your arms around him, pressing your forehead to his. “Proud of you, dada.” You kissed his lips with a smile feeling Teddy slip herself in between you and his legs.

“C’mere baby. You proud of me, huh?” Trent cooed, bending down to pick up Teddy. She didn’t answer him with anything concrete, just a squeal of sorts and an excited hug, wrapping her arms around his neck with real force. “Like mama, yeah?” Trent laughed asking her. She nodded. “The whole time you were away the other week, Ted would look at me all the time like this and say ‘like mama’ and cling to me, face in my neck, arms wrapped around me in any way possible… all day.” He looked back at you.

“Stop.” You rolled your eyes at him. Unfortunately you definitely did believe it and to be fair, it was fairly accurate, You wrapped your arms around him just the way she did. Teddy was incredibly ‘like mama.’

“I’m serious, she said it!” Trent yelped trying to get you to believe him. He needed to make sure you knew he wasn’t lying, that he was right, naturally.

“Like mama, huh?” You giggled, rubbing your thumb over Teddy’s plump cheek. You kissed her in the same place following your thumb. “Whether or not I believe you… it’s very cute.” You cooed with a smile flashing your eyes back to Trent sliding your hands now around his waist.

“You’re cute.” He whispered, kissing your lips. Taking his one free hand and pulling you close into him and Teddy.

You were fairly excited as you put on your lip gloss inspecting your full look one last time before you left the house before legally you became Mrs. Alexander-Arnold at least on paper. You wore a tiny lace mini dress with gold buttons. You ran your hands over it pressing it flat against your body and then bent over to adjust your Bottega heels.

“Ready, baby?” Trent asked, coming behind you holding Teddy in one arm, the other ghosting your waist as their figures filled the mirror. You turned around to face them with a smile.

“Come here.” You grunted, picking up Teddy from his arms. “You are the most beautiful girl in the world! Did you know that?” You pressed your nose to her cheeks. She let out a soft giggle. “You are! Say yes I am mummy.” You cooed, kissing her cheek. She just babbled out a ‘yeah am.” Trent reached around and tickled her stomach only drawing out more laughs. “Good girl! Want to have the same surname as mummy or no?” You asked Teddy. You’re not sure she understood the question because she shook her head ‘no’ which you tried to not take personally.

“Yeah, we want mama to be an Alexander Arnold too. C’mon, let’s go my beautiful girls.” Trent cooed, moving his hand to the small of your back to guide you. “You look beautiful. Officially mine, yeah?” He whispered in your ear as you kept your focus on Teddy. You turned back to him though hearing his compliment and question.

“Always was just signing a piece of paper, T.” You giggled trying to downplay what you were doing. If you thought about it too much you were sure you would get anxious. The closer and closer you got to having to walk down the aisle the more and more nervous you were becoming. .

“Wow, way to make such an exciting thing sound absolutely dead. Sheesh, baby.” Trent laughed as you began to get in the car.

“Sorry sorry. No, of course, it’s exciting.” You placed your hand on his thigh as he started to drive out of your neighborhood. “What do I get being an Alexander-Arnold in Liverpool after this?” You asked with a slight laugh.

“What do you get?!?!” He yelped, whipping his head to look at you. “You get me? What are you on about?” Trent asked as he impatiently waited with his eyes wide.

“Yeah but like do I now not get traffic tickets, do I not have to pay for things?” You teased him with a smug smirk and a giggle. He rolled his eyes.

“None of that is happening…” He lied to you. It happened to him all the time. You raised your eyebrows waiting for the truth. “Okay, it has in the past.” He got out fairly disgruntled having to admit the truth. “If you’re with me though you never have to worry about a thing and you know that.” He squeezed your hand resting on his thigh.

“I know that. Thank you for taking care of me, baby.” You twisted your hand in his and brought them both back to your lips. You kissed the back of his hand a couple times.

“Signed and sealed on that after this. No turning back.” He laughed, turning to you a little at a traffic light before your destination.

“I’m okay with that.” You laced your fingers with his a little tighter. “George is coming, right? Like we’re actually doing this? You want to do this?” You asked Trent as your anxiety began to wash over you again.

“Yes, baby.” He laughed a little more. “We’re doing this… I’m marrying you and you need to get on board because we’re here and you’ve got about 5 minutes to change your mind.” Trent rambled on as he parked the car. You shook your head at his dramatics. “Nah, nevermind, you don’t get to decide anymore. If you strung me along this long. I’m just carrying you in. C’mon Ted, help me get mummy inside.” Trent teased about dragging you in. Teddy’s face lit up when he turned to her. He opened his door and came around to get her out of her car seat. “Can you believe that? Mummy wants something more than sharing a surname with me and you. Ridiculous. Trying to change her mind about marrying me.” He mumbled just to Teddy carrying her around to you.

“I’d never in a million years change my mind. Isn’t dada so silly, Ted?” You cooed, fixing the cute dress she was in. Trent shook his head disapproving of you saying he’s silly. Teddy let out a ‘dada’ squeal grabbing around his neck smushing herself to him. Not ever being close enough to Trent, a feeling you knew all too well. Trent couldn’t hold his offended face hearing and seeing her reach out to him. His lips pulled into a sweet smile before he kissed her cheek. You went inside the building and you did just what Trent said, signed and sealed your government approved marriage certificate.

“Say congrats mummy and daddy.” George cooed holding Teddy as the four of you left the offices. Teddy got out something along the lines or ‘Graps mama dada.’ “It was a good go. Next time.” George laughed kissing her cheek. “Congrats mate. What a fucking whirlwind. You met on a street corner… like bro you know how mad that is that you just married her? You married her!” George emphasized giving Trent a hug with his free arms then gripping his shoulder shaking him back and forth. You had stepped away quickly to pop to the bathroom before you all left. You and Trent had agreed that you wanted George to come and be your witness for the marriage for a number of reasons but mostly because you didn’t want to have to pick between siblings or parents and you didn’t want to invite 10 people to this either. You were sighing a piece of paper. It wasn’t all that exciting.

“Yeah, mate… that was the plan.” Trent laughed, removing George’s hand from him. You came back and took Teddy from George.

“Home?” You asked Trent leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Home, baby.” He confirmed kissing your temple.

“Thank you, George. I don’t think the city recognizes a two year old as a witness so we appreciate it, really.” You cooed with a smile smoothing Teddy’s dress for her as she kicked her legs back and forth admiring her little gold sandals.

“Love you both.” George gave you a hug. “I’m really happy you met. It’s been wild but this has been really amazing, honest. As much shit as we give you two, it’s really nice.” He admitted a bit softer of a sentiment than he probably cared to admit.

“Weird right?” You giggled looking at Trent. You sat out at a table on your patio in the back garden under fairy lights later that night. You held his hand across the table thinking how insane this all was. Just like George had expressed to Trent, you met on a street corner… that was nuts.

“Were you expecting some big change after we came home?” He asked you with a smirk brushing his thumb over the back of your hand.

“No.” You shyly looked away although maybe you did think that. “I don’t know, like legally you can’t leave me. It’s crazy.” You cooed with a cheeky smile. It felt bizarre that in one fell swoop you had left the house and returned with a husband.

“Baby... I wasn’t planning on leaving. Get that through your pretty little head, please.” Trent knocked on your head with his fist gently. You rolled your eyes. “What do you think of being my wife so far?” He asked you with a childish grin.

“It’s only been a few hours or so but no complaints so far. I think I’ll keep you around.” You cheekily responded with giggle. He stood up and moved over to come sit next to you. He picked you up and sat down pulling you back down to sit in his lap.

“No complaints? Wow so I’m a great husband then, yeah?” He laughed in the most beautiful way. You slipped your arms around him and rested your head on his shoulder tucking your face into his neck.

“The best husband, the best daddy, the best footballer, my best boy in the whole world, baby.” You whispered to him into his warm skin. He brushed some of your hair that had fallen behind your ear.

“I love you more than anything in the entire world.” He kissed your forehead. “Can’t believe I got so lucky to have a girl like you become my wife. I’ve loved every second we’ve had together and I can’t wait to have the rest of our lives together. I want everyday with you and our Teddy girl.” He cooed. You picked your head up and held his face in your hands. You kissed his perfect pout.

“She doesn’t stop talking now and she doesn’t even know how to talk.” You overheard Marcel ranting to Trent about Teddy in your kitchen as you came downstairs from putting her down for her nap.

“She does know how to!” You interrupted them to correct his incorrect statement.

“I mean… Y/N be real here. She is just making sounds at this point and yet she looks at me like I’m dumb for not understanding her. All day I’m like what are you saying to meee.” He groaned. Trent shook his head just listening to Marcel babble on, most likely just ignoring him.

“That’s how I feel with you all.” You joked teasing them for their very thick accents.

“That’s very rude.” Trent furrowed his brow. “She is deffo a yapper though. Ted just likes to talk, I’m down, I think it’s cute.” He continued on clarifying.

“I wonder where she gets it from?” You asked sarcastically. You raised your eyebrows with a cheeky smile. Trent caught it but chose to ignore your comment. “But stop…She’s perfect in every way.” You snapped, turning to Marcel.

“I never said she wasn’t perfect!” He held up his hands in innocence. Looking at you moving towards Trent in shock he was being accused of saying Teddy was anything but.

“She is perfect. Perfection personified.” Trent joined in piling on as if Marcel had said something completely offensive. He, in fact, did not.

“I miss when I was your perfect girl.” You whispered, slipping your hands around Trent’s waist, leaning your head onto his shoulder from behind.

“You are my perfect girl. She only is because you made her, yeah?” Trent whispered, turning his head to you kissing your cheek. “Love you baby.” He spoke at a more normal volume. Marcel rolled his eyes.

A thunderstorm crashed down. Big bolts of lightening lit up the sky, the rain seemed to be never ending, the sounds of thunder boomed and Teddy was terrified. One particularly loud noise and gust of wind pushing the trees to rustle against the house had her running up off the carpet of your living room to Trent immediately in tears.

“Dada!!!” She yelled as her tears spilled over. She moved around the coffee table and scrambled to grab him. She jumped on his leg immediately trying to crawl up. He helped, picking her up. Trent held her tight to his chest as he tried to calm her down. He kissed her hair keeping his lips to her, shushing her as he rubbed her back.

“It’s only wawa, I promise. C’mere baby.” Trent cooed gently after a while of holding her and minimal calmness coming over her. He got up with her and walked to the big glass doors that looked out to your back garden. He sat on the floor and plopped her on his lap. Another thunderous noise rang through the house and she clung to him again crying. “Ted...” he tried not to laugh. “Look, baby.” He pointed to the splashing puddles on the patio stone outside the glass door “It’s just wawa. You’re okay.” He cooed. They sat there for a while embraced. Teddy squeezing him a little tighter every time she heard the thunder but bravely watched the puddles regardless.

“I’m scared too.” You giggled cheekily and cuddled up to him sitting down on the floor beside them. He gave you a sly smile with a disapproving shake of the head. He pulled you into him with his free arm regardless. He kissed your temple as you brushed your hand over Teddy's hair pushing her curls away from her face.

“Wawa mama.” she pointed outside to show you. You kissed Trent’s cheek and smiled at her.

“Oh okay. So it’s not scary, huh?” You cooed looking at her with a pouty smile. It was so cute she was trying to explain something she had just learned.

“Nah, it’s okay. Right, Ted? Such a brave girl for daddy.” He held her chubby little body close to his chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck eager to be close to him justtt in case another too scary thunder happened.

“Sleepy.” She cuddled into Trent before she let out a yawn.

“Yeah, daddy’s brave girl is probably tired. I think it’s time for sleep, Teddy bear.” You peeled her off him. You both said a long goodnight to her before you brought her upstairs and put her down for bed. Trent got up with you but moved to the cinema and waited for you to come back down. Teddy took awhile to get down because of the rain but you eventually got there.

“Hi.” You sleepily whispered entering the cinema. “Can I have a cuddle please.” You crawled on top of Trent before he could even answer. He eventually hummed and kissed your head. Your ass was hanging out of your tiny shorts as you moved yourself atop him. He kneaded your ass cheek as you shuffled trying to get settled in further on his chest.

“Came in here just to distract me, huh? C’mere.” He helped you a little, pulling you directly on top of him. Then to your displeasure he slapped your exposed ass.

“Ow T!! No!” You whined. “I wanted soft, mushy, lovey T not this.” You complained with a pout trying to wiggle away now. You were not in the mood for cheeky Trent. You were tired after it took so long to get Teddy to sleep and you just wanted to cuddle with him.

“Only you get to have both.” He cooed with a slight laugh wrapping his arms around you keeping you fixed on top of him despite your efforts to get away.

“I don’t want both.” You whimpered, speaking into his shirt, accepting your fate.

“Alright alright. I’m sorry, baby. I love you.” He cooed kissing your cheek. You gave a sarcastic humph. “I was thinking about you, ya know?” He cooed and you hummed interested but still mildly annoyed he wasn’t being as gentle as you wanted. “If we have another kid…” he began talking.

“When, baby. It’s when.” You corrected him. There had been some unspoken tension surrounding that topic and what was going to happen there. Trent didn’t want to ever pressure you and definitely didn’t want to be the one to inflect any more troubles on you but he smiled and kissed your head hearing your correction..

“I really think you’re the most amazing mum. Sometimes I see with her and I’m just awestruck by how natural it comes to you. I hope Teddy knows I’m trying my best.” He smiled and you pouted at him for a different reason.

“Thanks T… I mean it takes work for me as well like you know me accepting messes are not coming naturally.” You giggled and so did he as he kissed the bridge of your nose. “You’re a very good daddy to her though, just the best.” You softly spoke looking at him, inspecting the cluster of freckles on his cheek beneath his eye.

“I like being a girl dad, you know?” he cooed with another kiss, brushing his thumb over your cheek. You dropped your head and nuzzled into him.

“Really?” You giggled a little. You kissed his neck and held him a little tighter. You loved hearing that from him.

“Yeah think I’m good at it.” He boasted proudly. You always remember when you found out when you were having a girl asking Trent if that was okay. Not like you could change it but you were nervous.

“You’re good at everything.” You concurred with him cheekily but honestly you felt like you could cry. Knowing he liked being a girl dad, knowing how good he was as a girl dad made you want to just cry how cute it all was. You knew he would be a good dad but seeing it everyday made you melt.

“Think so?” He sarcastically asked. You slapped at his chest cutting your emotional moment. He knew the answer, of course. “You doing okay, baby?” He cooed. You nodded silently just loving being in his arms. You just settled in a comfortable silence.

“Golf…” Almost an hour passed when you finally spoke again. Trent hummed not understanding what you were talking about. “Golf… poor. You’re no good at that.” You said it without breaking a smile.

“Nah…” he disagreed with you. You picked up your head to look at him questionably ready to remind him of an outing with your dad once. “Alright alright, you got me. Girl dad though?” He asked with a devastating smile flashing back at you.

“Very good. Very” You paused giving him a kiss. “Very good.” You cooed kissing him once more.

“I think you’re the best kisser in the world.” He hummed with another beautiful smile.

“Who are you exactly comparing me too?” You asked him with a raised brow. “You told me I was the best. I thought I was the only one you wanted to remember.” You sat up a little in a joking huff.

“You’re funny but nah, I’m just making an assumption. You’re the best kisser in the world, the most beautiful girl in the world, best mummy in the world.” He hummed kissing you again.

“Anything else?” You asked with a giggle. He shook his head and grabbed your face pulling you in for another kiss without an answer.

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callmearcturus · 5 months ago

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bro and i talking about if the rumor's true and S4 of the show is about the lady greyhounds.

a wishlist:

nate and ted both coaching the women's team. the HISTORY. the DRAMA. the way being surrounded by women who could kill him would debuff nate enough for him and ted to heal their relationship.

ted being unable to open his eyes in the locker room for a while, he cannot quit kill the puritan in his heart, that takes time.

re-do of the episode 1 scene where ted uses black tape to cover up nude posters in the lockers, then stops and calls keeley bc is he actually suppressing women's sexuality by doing this???? ted: "it just feels like i oughta not" keeley: "why? do you think women who shag women put up posters of naked breasts out of a sense of artistic appreciation or something?" ted: "you know, now that you say it, i hear the double standard. appreciate you."

the Believe sign doesn't need to be hung up, in the meantime since S3 and S4 it has been painted along entire walls of the clubhouse. the first time Ted sees a yellow wall and "BELIEVE" he stops in his tracks and almost cries

directly quoting @treeprince: "Ted realizing the whole team is gonna have one person come out as straight thats been pretending to be gay to fit in. a direct inverse to colin's episode"

the boot room is still where people go for important talks obvsly

ted has to break up at least 3x as many fights as with the men's team

on the other hand, ted actually vibing way more with the women's team because the higher median of emotional vulnerability appeals to him.

at least one player MUST be capable of lifting ted in celebration after a win. yes we know ted's a broad tall guy. i don't care.

nate becoming slightly concerned one of the hot, cool football ladies is going to seduce jade. bonus points for keeley specifically being friendly with jade making nate a lil competitive. double bonus is jade is fully cognizant of this and just enjoys the show.

just fucking steal the fanfic trope and make Trent the new press manager for AFC Richmond with Keeley focusing on brand outreach.

ted: i noticed the second edition got re-titled The Lasso Way trent: ah yes well marketing said the other title tested poorly ted: well i'll just hang onto my first edition. it's signed by the author and everything.

tree again: "there had better be at least one (1) scene of an older player going "when i was in uni you were 13, is that fucked up or what" and the youngin drunkenly asking for her to put her ciggy out on her"

running joke of the show: "wait, the gaffer's straight? are you sure?"

bonus points for, per tree: "it would be cute if they all think hes just too nervous to ask out trent cuz trent's like a proper queer lad, and hes got such great hair, ted's a divorced dad who still thinks his mustache is "trendy" and quips like if he doesnt say something American every time he breathes he might die, like a shark that stops swimming"

henry living in london bc ted deserves the same custody michelle had

michelle and ted no longer friendly bc ted did finally turn in dr. jacob bryanson for horrendous malpractice. they can heal their relationship over a few seasons' time.

#ted lasso #ted lasso meta #kinda? not really but whatever

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bqstqnbruin · 9 months ago

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Just Friends Part 2

Happy Friday friends! Today I put a student in time out so it's been a long day! But here we are with part 2, as promised!

Warnings: This part includes a mild panic attack, swearing, and a sex dream (nothing graphic but heavily implied)

WC: 4007

Read the previous part here

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When Jeremy and John had left their numbers with the three girls, they had assured them they would only use the numbers when absolutely necessary, especially after witnessing what was now called “The Keelan Incident” in their apartments.

Well, John had made and kept that promise, as far as Jeremy was concerned. He did notice his roommate on his phone a lot more often now, though. Jeremy also did, but only for Fran and Maddy. So far, he had used Emeline’s number to text her random memes that his teammates had sent him, the video of him being fed by his teammate that she still didn’t understand the context for, the various tik toks the media team makes him do, songs that he thought she would like to add to the playlist she had for her classroom, as well as the random thoughts and musings that popped into his head that he just had to tell her right that second. That is, before the two of them would end up on the other's couch, something streaming that neither of them paid attention to on the nights that Keelan didn’t go over or the nights that Jeremy didn’t have a game.

He couldn’t help it, there was just something about Emeline that made him constantly think about her.

“Jere,” Trent says, throwing one of his dirty socks at his teammate after what had felt like an unusually grueling practice at Warrior. “What’s up with you?”

“He’s got a girl,” John teases, the guys still in the locker room hollering at him.

He could feel his face turning bright red, knowing that it wasn’t going to help him when he tries to insist, “she’s not my girl.”

“Well, no, she has a boyfriend. But he wants her to be his girl.”

Jeremy lets out a sigh, his phone buzzing in his locker sending his teammates into a frenzy.

“It’s your girl, isn’t it?” Trent asks.

“Still not my girl, and what if it is?”

“You’re in treacherous waters, my friend.”

“Trent, do you even know what the word treacherous means?”

Trent blinks, shaking his head as he, Jeremy, and John head out for the day. “Whatever. If you like a girl who has a boyfriend, it’s only going to end with you either heartbroken when she won’t dump him for you, or with you two together and him wanting to kill you.”

“He won’t even eat a pizza without throwing a tantrum, I don’t think he’s capable of murder,” John points out. “But, I don’t know. They’re a weird couple.”

“What do you mean?”

“Remember a couple years ago when Patrice and Brad were talking about Sloane?” he asks, referencing their captain’s stepson. “How Brad made sense as his dad even before he and Katrina were married?” John asks Trent.

“Yeah?”

“Emeline and Keelan don’t have that. They don’t have that sense. They don’t make sense.”

“John, what are you talking about? They’ve been together for almost seven years.”

“Yeah, and Keelan still doesn’t have clothes over at their place? He has to bring an overnight bag anytime he’s staying over? That’s weird. They’re together out of convenience. Fran mentioned that he was a creature of habit. He’s with Emeline because she’s a habit to him at this point.”

Jeremy brushes him off. “You don’t just end a seven year relationship with someone on a whim.”

“I’m telling you, she’s gonna be the girl you dance with in the rain,” Johnny tells him.

“Won’t they get sick?” Trent asks.

“Not the point. Jere here made the mistake of telling me when he was drunk about how he wanted to dance in the rain with a girl that he loved,” Johnny teased him, throwing his arm around his roommate.

“I don’t think I can live with you anymore.”

“You signed a two year lease, you’re not moving.”

The three of them go their separate ways, John mentioning something about having to run some errands before heading home, leaving Jeremy alone with his thoughts. Of all the girls he could have liked, it had to be the one with a boyfriend? Fran is attractive in that scary unconventional ‘I could kill you with my thumb and make it look like an accident,’ kind of way. Maddy is covered in tattoos, but is the definition of ‘looks like she could kill you but would actually kill for you if she cares about you.’

But Emeline.

God, if Jeremy thought of his perfect girl, it was Emeline. She was who he had pictured when he was in high school when he thought of who he wanted to end up with. She was intriguing, the bright red hair and green eyes that gave her a look of sweetness that was perfect for her as a teacher, like you could tell her your darkest secrets and she would take them to the grave. He could see tattoos peeking out of her sleeves that he had to know what they were. She had the sweetness of Maddy but the fire of Fran, and Jeremy couldn’t stop thinking about uncovering every inch of her and getting to know every aspect of her.

But she had a boyfriend.

She had a fucking boyfriend who looked like a Ken doll and acted like that angry pink teddy bear from the last relevant Toy Story movie.

He couldn’t help but think about what they could possibly have in common. They met when they were freshmen since they all played lacrosse, the girls on the varsity team while Keelan played club. They didn’t come from the same area, they didn’t have the same hobbies, they didn’t even watch the same TV shows from what Emeline told him. Their jobs were completely different, which was fine, but according to Maddy and Fran, Keelan was never too thrilled that Emeline was ‘just a teacher.’ Keelan, apparently, always made a point of telling Emeline that she was ‘too smart to be a teacher,’ which didn’t make sense to Jeremy. Wouldn’t parents want a teacher for their kids who knew what they were talking about?

Jeremy didn’t even know what they could begin to talk about in their spare time. It seemed like they just sat there in silence, most of Keelan’s conversation in that apartment involving Fran verbally murdering him. He really didn’t want to think about what else they did if they weren’t talking.

He just had to sleep it off. He had the apartment to himself for a bit, the girls were all at work so there was no blasting music, and he didn’t sleep very long the night before thanks to the fun thoughts running through his brain.

Jeremy just had to lie down and let his mind wander somewhere other than into the next apartment.

Jeremy knew he was asleep and dreaming, given that everything on the edge of his vision had that blurriness he knew only when unconscious. The five of them were in the boy’s apartment, Fran and Maddy sitting on the floor, Johnny on one of the chairs they had that faced the TV. Emeline was sitting with Jeremy, her head leaning against his shoulder while his arm was around her, her hand holding his. Her other arm was resting on his leg, tracing patterns on his skin, leaving trails of goosebumps on his thigh.

“Are you two doing anything for your anniversary?” Fran asks, her voice distorted.

“Jeremy said he has something planned,” Emeline says, lifting her head and twisting to look at him. He feels her lips against his suddenly, the feeling gone too soon.

“God, I can’t believe it’s been two years already,” Maddy’s mouth moves, the voice coming out of her not hers.

Johnny winks at him, gesturing to him to follow him as he gets up off the chair. They walk into the kitchen, looking more like the girl’s kitchen next door than their own. “Remember that you have to go pick up the ring soon.”

Jeremy feels himself nod, turning and walking out the door.

He steps into a bar instead, one that looked similar to one he had gone to a few times when he was in college, but with that weird sense of it being slightly off falling over him.

He saw Emeline, her eyes lighting up like the way he hoped they would whenever he saw her. Like the way they did when she talked about her students even when she had had a long day. Like the way they probably should when Keelan got brought up in conversation.

She bounces over to him, her arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss, Jeremy noticing a huge diamond on her left ring finger.

This was just a dream. Real Emeline would never have wanted a ring like that.

Her fingers slowly traced their way down from his jaw line to his Adams Apple, her hand becoming like a necklace on him as he felt himself tensing up in every place imaginable.

She kisses him again, her dream hand snaking its way down to his waist and tugging him closer by his belt loops. She gets on her toes to whisper in his ear, her breath tickling his skin and sending a shiver down his spine as she tells him, “I think the bathroom’s free.”

The next thing he knows, he’s pinned against the wall, everything around him white. His pants are around his ankles and Emeline’s legs are wrapped around his waist, his hands holding on to her ass. He was not only with dream Emeline, he was inside her, his hips rocking back and forth in a steady rhythm while he heard her moan his name.

God, she sounded so good. His name coming from her lips like that was everything he could ever want to hear. Her lips meet his, just as he’s about to finish.

“Jeremy,” she gets out right before he snaps awake, his heart beating out his chest as he hears John clamoring through the apartment.

“Oh, fuck me,” he groans, covering his face with his sheets. He just had a dream about Emeline. Not only was it a dream, it was a sex dream that felt all too real for his comfort.

“You rang?” John asked, poking his head into Jeremy’s doorway. “Oh, wow, you, actually,” he stammers.

Jeremy unburies himself to see Johnny ducking out of his room right away, the interrupted dream itself having more of an effect on Jeremy than he had thought, especially with it being visible through the sheets.

He takes the time he needs before venturing out into their living room, finding Johnny already sprawled across the couch with the TV on.

“Sorry about that,” he mumbles, sitting on the other end of their couch.

“Tell me you weren’t thinking about Emeline, at least,” Johnny tells him, not taking his eyes off the screen so that he didn’t see the red creeping up on Jeremy’s face. “For fucks sake, Jere,” he scolds him when Jeremy doesn’t answer.

“It was a dream,” he tries to defend himself.

“I saw her in the elevator,” John says, flipping channels, “She asked if we were busy tonight.”

“Oh, uh,” Jeremy starts to stammer.

“I told her I was but you weren’t.”

“Why would you do that?”

John shrugs, side-eying his roommate and smirking. “I wasn’t going to lie to her. She’s a teacher. She would somehow be able to make me retroactively fail the high school chemistry class I took, like, six years ago.”

“Didn’t you get a D in that class anyway?” Jeremy tries to distract him.

“Eh,” he shrugs again, “probably. But go hang out with her. Your phone has been buzzing with her trying to reach you anyway.”

Jeremy notices his phone on the table in front of them, not even remembering leaving it there before heading to his bed. He couldn’t see Emeline right after he had that dream. He wasn’t sure he could see her ever again.

But, fuck, did he want to.

He scrolls through his notifications, seeing Emeline’s text asking him to help her bring stuff down to her car for her students. Before he could respond, the boys heard a knock at their door, Emeline inviting herself in. “Come with me,” she tells Jeremy, her keys in her hand and a pile of stuff outside their door.

“What could you possibly need this much bleach and food coloring for?” Jeremy asks, following her like a puppy and picking up a grocery bag and the Amazon box addressed to her. That feeling of anxiety about seeing her again was gone as soon as she spoke to him. God, he was in way too deep already.

“After I spike my coworker’s coffee with bleach I like to leave my mark. They call me ‘The Dyeing Death,” she deadpans.

“Really?”

“No, dumbass, it’s for a lab.”

“I wouldn’t put it past you for that first thing, though,” Jeremy teases, earning a smile from her. “Oh, I read that book you told me about,” he mentions, his heart skipping a beat when she smiles at him. The other night, he had been texting her while she was reading this book, The Glass Bead Game by Herman Hesse. She told him it was one of her favorite books from when she was in high school. He had to read it.

“Really?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“What did you think?”

“I had no fucking clue what was going on.”

Emeline laughs, the elevator door dinging to signal that it had arrived on their floor. They head in, in silence, Jeremy feeling his heart racing once the doors open and they step in. Now he knows where the ‘bathroom’ from his dream came from. It was the elevator.

He fucked Emeline in the elevator in his dream.

Jeremy starts coughing, trying to suppress his panic in any way possible.

“You good there, bud?”

“Uh, yeah,” he says, clearing his throat. He shouldn’t be around her, not like this, not after that dream, a sense of dread looming over him. “Just a tickle.”

Emeline nods, clearly not buying what he was saying. She opens her mouth to tease him when both of them are thrown off balance. The light above them flickers, the elevator coming to a halt with them stuck in it.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me. Again?” Emeline groans, putting the bags in her arms on the floor and hitting the emergency button.

“Again? This has happened to you before?” Jeremy asks, his voice breaking as the panic washes over him.

“It happened to Fran and I about a month ago. This fucking elevator is past it’s inspection date.”

The two of them sink to the floor, Jeremy feeling his heart rate go up. He had never been stuck like this before, and he wasn’t reacting well. “How long did it take last time?”

Emeline shrugs, pulling out her phone and starting to tap away on the screen, Jeremy able to see her email app pulled up. How was she able to stay calm and answer a student while Jeremy felt like the world was going to end? “Two hours maybe?”

“Oh, god,” Jeremy says, pressing his head against the wall. This had to be another dream of his. He felt like something was sitting on his chest, stopping him from being able to breathe.

Emeline was talking about something, her voice drowning out around him. He tried to focus on what she was saying, the dream flashing into his mind and turning into a nightmare. All he could hear was a ringing, the light above them too bright for him. He pulled his legs to his chest, his mind’s only solution to try to make himself as small as possible.

The feeling like he wanted to gasp for a breath to try to slow down his heart while having that same task feeling like it was impossible to do came over him, his thoughts racing a mile a minute while he tried to convince himself that breathing was something he could do. He was being crushed from the outside, while inside felt like something was fighting its way out. He put his hand on his chest, whatever this was coming on so quickly he wasn’t even sure he could process it even if he didn’t feel like he was about to die.

“Have I ever shown you this?” Emeline asks him in a calm voice. He opens his eyes to see her pulling up her pant leg to show him the tattoo on her ankle. “When I was little, the first movie I remember watching with my dad was Dumbo. Apparently I was obsessed with elephants. Every stuffed elephant we saw when we were out, I would cry until my dad bought it for me. I would be an elephant for Halloween every year until I was like ten.” Jeremy looks at the three cartoonish elephants that were walking across her ankle, the tail of the one in front connecting to the trunk of the one behind it. “They’re supposed to be my grandmother, my dad, then me.

“I have this one, too, which hurt like a bitch,” she tells him, rolling up her left sleeve and showing him her forearm, Jeremy only able to nod along while she talked. “But that’s because of the shading and all the different colors the artist had to use. It’s The Kiss by Gustav Klimt. My grandmother loves this painting, and I became fascinated with it after that movie in, like, 2015 with Helen Miren and Ryan Reynolds came out about it.

“Then I have these,” she twists around, holding her hair up to show him the ones on the back of her neck and behind her right ear. “Maddy and I actually have matching ones. We got them junior year during finals week. We were exhausted from not sleeping and decided at two in the morning while we were studying for our neuro exam that we should get matching tattoos. They really shouldn’t let sleep-deprived people get tattoos, but who am I to say?” Jeremy laughs, unable to hold it in as Emeline smiles at him when she turns back to face him. “I have guanine and dopamine, then she has cytosine and serotonin.”

“I have no idea what that means,” he says, feeling the lump that had formed in his throat start to go away.

Emeline crosses her legs back up and puts her hands in her lap, positioning her body so it was perfectly flush to him, leaning forward ever so slightly as Jeremy felt himself doing the same. He hated that he wished she would reach for his hands, pulling his legs away from his chest and copying her pose, his hands right there for her to do so. “Guanine and cytosine are DNA pairs, and since Maddy was a nursing student, we both took a lot of the same science courses, so we figured, why not? Then dopamine and serotonin are the chemicals responsible for us feeling happy. They’re a little different, but they have the same end goal, just like Maddy and I.”

“Does Fran have any tattoos?”

Emeline laughs. “God, no. She’d love to, the three of us even have matching tattoo ideas. Our favorite one was three ghosts that were wearing different hats, all holding up a middle finger, which fits us kind of perfectly when you think about it, but I’m pretty sure Anderson would figure out a way to get me fired for that if he found out I had that. He already hates that I have tattoos, but since I can cover them up, he can’t say anything about it. Fran, however, is terrified of needles and of pain. Plus, her dad would kill her. He thinks she’s going to take over as CEO of his company when he retires since her brothers are incompetent when it comes to anything in the business world, and he wants to make sure she gives no reason for the other men not to take her seriously.”

The two of them sit in silence for a second, staring at each other. “Are you better now?” she asks.

“What?”

“You were having an anxiety attack. Or a panic attack. I still don’t really know the difference between them, but, hey, I teach chemistry, not psychology.”

Jeremy realizes the panic he felt when the elevator stopped was gone. He was fine, he could breathe, he had been laughing and asking Emeline about her tattoos without issue. “Oh, yeah. Thanks.” She shrugs him off. “How did you know to do that?”

“One of my students on the lacrosse team at school had one of them before a game two years ago. She was so freaked out because it was a game against our rival school and it was for the conference title. I remembered reading that one way to stop it is to try to distract the person so they aren’t focusing on the panic but on something else. So, I started ranting about how the Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland is based off of mercury poisoning. She comes to my classroom whenever she’s anxious now and we just sit and try to make each other laugh instead.”

“You really care about your students,” Jeremy says, feeling his heart swell. God, she really was perfect to him.

“Of course. I teach at a school where you have to be all in for the kids. I feel like you need to be that for students no matter where, but at my school, that’s so ingrained in the culture that you don’t have any other option. And, I don’t know,” she shrugs, looking down at her lap, Jeremy noticing her cheeks turning pink. “I know what it’s like to need someone to talk to and not know who to go to. Or to feel like you can’t go to anyone. I don’t want them to feel like that. It’s one of those feelings that can send you spiraling, where you feel lost without knowing how to be found.”

Before Jeremy can ask her about that, the elevator shudders back to life, the ride down to the lobby continuing again as if it had never stopped. They take a moment before standing up, grabbing the bags and acting like nothing had happened.

The problem was, Jeremy couldn’t stop thinking about it. Nothing serious had happened, but the entire thing refused to leave his mind.

The next morning at practice, he didn’t even notice Trent coming right at him with a shot, getting it past him with ease.

“You just let Freddy score on you, what’s going on?” John skates up to him, Monty yelling something in the background to Trent about his form.

“Nothing,” Jeremy mumbles.

“No,” John says as the two skate away, Joonas taking Jeremy’s spot in net. “You’ve been moping around the apartment since you got back from whatever you were doing with Emeline. What happened?”

“I like her,” he finally admits out loud when they get back to the locker room.

“Well, duh,” John says.

“Fuck,” he groans, taking off his mitts and putting his head in his hands. “What do I do?”

He couldn’t like Emeline. She had just been a crush for so long, since he first moved into that building. Why couldn’t she have just stayed a crush? Why did Maddy and Fran have to have the music so loud? Why was she even better than the imaginary person he had created in her place in his head?

“Either get over her or get under her. The first one seems easier,” John suggests.

“You’re disgusting.”

“I’m right. You just need to find someone else to date. There are plenty of people who would date you.” Jeremy thinks on it, balling his shirt up in his hands and tossing it back and forth in silence. “Look, unless she dumps Keelan, you two are only going to be friends.”

#jswayman #jeremy swayman #jeremy swayman fic #nhl #nhl fic #hockey #hockey fic

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trentcrimminallybeautiful · 9 months ago

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i was talking about how i like to have s1 trent get his brains kissed out (bc he deserves it) and also how if it's ted like. the earlier in the season it is the funnier it becomes. when you're not taking it too seriously. ANYWAY. and now i'm thinking about like. okay, so, ted charms trent pretty early. obviously. he wins him over in episode three, with the interview, but i think he was already at least a little bit reluctantly charmed by his second press conference in episode two. now, i've done plenty of scenarios where they meet pre-canon/ep1 for whatever reason, and i've done plenty where they end up kissing/become closer than in canon during s1. usually during or after episode three. however i am now thinking of what would happen if they somehow met, in a relatively in private, non-professional, one-on-one (or with only their kids, no other adults?) context, etc, between episode one and two, when trent's opinion of him is at the lowest it ever gets (and honestly, probably vice versa, too). and i am just... spinning that.

because, i mean. you know ted's gonna charm him. even if he isn't trying quite as hard without the interview giving him a direct reason, he's gonna charm him. just by being his kind, goofy self, he's gonna charm him, and without the interview to give context and reason to be talking professionally--assuming they are still talking and not avoiding each other, for whatever contrived reason--it's gonna put poor trent in such a snit. liking ted personally, so much, and not knowing how to handle it because as far as he's concerned, this is still someone who is putting the team and everyone who cares about it in a bad situation, but also, even after talking to the man for a few hours, it's already hard to believe he would do that. trent catching on to the fact ted lasso is smarter than he pretends, catching on to the fact that nice and kind and positive attitude is at least mostly if not completely and utterly sincere, and all that--just a little bit earlier. not enough to really make a difference in canon but. idk man. a) assuming this is a barely canon divergent thing it's just kind of fun to imagine that happening b) however back on my s1 trent gets kissed agenda i have literally no idea what circumstances could possibly arise to make that happen however i am CACKLING at the thought.

ANYWAY, back to the point: i just think there's something kind of compelling about that. between episodes one and two, when both of them have the lowest opinion of the other they will ever have, meeting in some innocuous way and being helplessly, unwillingly charmed. ted sees That One Reporter outside the press room only he's affectionately wrestling a frog hat onto a small child, grinning at her when she boops his nose, and can't help a smile at the reminder that even the coldest, rudest people are people, capable of kindness and goofiness, and he hadn't forgotten but it's still nice to see. trent, confronted with the full blast beam of The Lasso Effect right to the face and up close and outside of the press room, away from where he feels most confident, off duty and balance, sans notebook and pen, stumbling just a little into awkwardness, the edge of rudeness that comes from dislike that's tempered by some standard of british politeness and a hint of confusion and then quickly melted away entirely into utter bewilderment and oddly endeared charm, because what. trent crimm has no idea what to think of him. ted finds he actually likes trent, quite a bit--their conversation, however odd, had been entertaining, and despite their, uh, eventful, less-than-ideal first impression, ted may or may not have a favorite journo suddenly. because that sharp-cutting no-holds-barred journo from the press room is also strangely warm, and perpetually bewildered at the smallest kindnesses, and a good dad, nevermind that ted's heart is aching interacting with little kids like that.

idk man i'm just going in circles here i'm rotating and spinning because something something each seeing a better side to the other just a teensy bit earlier and it doesn't really change that much in the long run, unless it does; something something ted has only seen trent once, at his worst, being outright hurtful, and now here they are outside of that context, and trent has only reasons to think ted's incompetent, careless, greedy, an asshole, or some combination of the four, and yet here they are, and just. idk man! something

#also again if somehow we can wrestle this into them kissing that would be SUPER funny.#that would NOT happen in canonverse but like consider: it'd be funny #also pretend they're both already divorced in that scenario #ANYWAY #tedependent #gertspeak #ted x trent #tedtrent #ted/trent #i feel like i ahve more to add but im not sure what so maybe later

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httpscomorg · 8 months ago

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Just came across your give me inspiration post and I’ve come to deliver 🫡

How about Bucky or Logan x naive reader? Well not really naive but sort of? Reader keeps making excuses for him and keeps brushing of the concerning things he does. Ex he keeps tabs on her he has to know where she is at all times or else he starts to FREAK out. He sabotages readers work or projects so that she will come to him for help. He even intrudes on her time with friends when reader says she’s going out he starts pouting and saying “I wish I had something to do. You should let me go with you. It will be fun they won’t mind”. Even their work place co workers mention it to reader but she just brushes it off saying “ oh he’s just a friend” or “he’s just lonely sometimes”. Basically he’s obsessed with reader and wants to be the only thing she thinks about and he will go to extreme measures to have her no MATTER what.

Hopefully that was good 🤷‍♀️ if it’s not feel free to ignore it lol it’s feels good to be back. I missed you 🫶

-love , S 💋

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Summary: Nothing goes right in your shitty life. Work, school, everything. It’s all shit. Until a worried friend finally looks out for you, and you have the best day you’ve had in probably years.

(Find What I’m currently writing by checking my pinned post)

Parings: Professor!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, suicide, drugs, wounds, drinking, underage drinking, anxiety, panic, shit boss, shit mom, all that good stuff, (Individual warnings per chapter)

Word Count: 3408 (Find all parts here) Pt.2

P.S. If you’d like to be tagged, ask in the comments, you also have permission to send an ask, but make sure it is NOT anonymous, so I know your username, don’t worry, I’m scared of confrontation too. But this is a SAFE SPACE where I will not judge. Thank you again.

AN: This is almost completely different from what you asked for, but to be fair, I don't plan what I write, I just let my brain and my fingers move however they feel like and if I process that something is bad, I delete it and refresh for a minute. But I think I'm back. And this will probably have three parts.

Lolly: Guess who’s throwing a party this weekend!

You: I’m assuming Trent?

Lolly: Ew no, I would not be excited.

You: You?

Lolly: Yea! And you’re invited!

You smile at the rectangle of light in your hands, the only source of light in the room as a matter of fact. Your eyes are tired, you had been studying all day and just when you were about to sleep, your phone buzzed. Of course, considering your addiction to the device, you immediately picked it up, losing every second of progress you had made earlier trying to actually fall asleep. Fucking insomnia. You either went to sleep quickly and woke up every hour, or you didn’t sleep until an hour before you needed to be up for class. If your higher dosage didn’t start to work on sleeping pills, you seriously considered chloroform as a personal prescription.

You weren’t exactly a party person, apart from the drinks. The thought of being in a house full of three hundred people dancing and drinking, sweating all night while fucking whereever because their drunken mind couldn’t think straight was seriously making your stomach fold in disgust. What was even the point in parties anyways? To lose your virginity and figure out who the dad is for the next 5 years and you can’t afford a test because now you have to take care of a baby? Sounded like prison, just being held in a cell for 18 years or until you decide to kick the bucket yourself, deciding debt was more depressing than your lifestyle.

To be fair, you weren’t raised in the best household. Your mom tried to kick you out at 16, which you instead ran away, thinking she hated you but really she just didn’t want you to walk in on her hanging halfway off the bed with an empty bottle of pills hanging loose from her hand. And your dad? Sometimes you think you’re a lab experiment. Mom never brought him up,and when you brought him up, you’d be sent to your room like it was a cage and you failed your test. You honestly got lucky with the amount of maturity your harder teenage life gave you. Now you’re either working, studying, going to class, or getting the five hours, and what feels like thirty minutes of sleep, of course, only every other day. Some days, you don't get to sleep at all.

So of course you didn’t want to go to your best friend Lolly’s party. Whenever you said you were busy she’d just tell you to take a sick day off, but obviously, that wasn’t a thing that would ever be able to happen. You think your mom is the worst? Wait until you hear about your boss…

Morning

“Keep it going! It’s just a scratch!” She shouted basically in your face, her spit from her smoke corroded teeth would probably be on the tip of your nose if you had turned your head just barely to the right. The ‘scratch’ on your arm bleeding, leaking down between the now goosebumps on your skin and a few drops dripping down onto the broken glass on the greasy tile floor. Some asshole wasn’t happy about how few chocolate chips were in their cookie, you wish you weren’t joking. But of course, the customer is always right, even if it means they get to throw a broken piece of glass at you, cutting your bicep. “I don’t even know why I bothered hiring you, you ain’t even a pretty face.” She scoffs as she walks away, half her ass sticking out from her way to small pants. You half expected her button to fly out and land in someone's drink. She’d probably broken about 80 different codes by now with the way she talked to you. But of course, you’re way too patient with people, unlike Lolly, who quit the job as soon as she saw the morning shift manager, literally set her hat and apron down on the counter and walked out. You wish you had walked out with her, as she now works at a pet store, grooming dogs while you bleed all over the floor. It was five in the damned morning, you didn’t need this shit. But here you were, scrubbing the floor of glass, spilt Fanta, and blood, which was dripping onto the floor still, creating more of a mess.

Afternoon

From five to twelve. That’s how long you had to work. Every. Single. Day. Then you have thirty minutes to get to your first class. You have to switch clothes in the bathroom at work, shove it in your bag, run out onto the streets of New York, jog down Grey Street, cross Midway Drive, cut through the park at the centre of the city, hoping to fuck there isnt some event happening that keeps you from going around, then you have to go down into the subway, walk through the crowd of people talking loudly on their phones, all sweating and holding briefcases, so you try your hardest to avoid their bodies, reminded of the gash on your bicep when a musty street performer covered in silver paint rubs against you, coating your skin in a not so shiny and sort of disgustingly sticky paint. You hold back the gag you wanted to release onto about 15 people, and you push through the rest, almost twisting your ankle halfway up the stairs, but you of course power through it, and look at your watch. You didn’t have time to go to your dorm and clean up, but fuck. You look at your reflection in the window of a Starbucks, you didn’t even realise you had started crying, but your mascara running down your cheeks just like the blood had run down your arm, which stopped at some point and dried up with the streak of paint, made you look an absolute mess. Like you just walked in on your husband cheating on you with your sister. You just gag at your reflection, then the walking symbol shows up, and you cross the street, it was rush hour, so you had two choices. Go to your room, and clean up, be about ten minutes late, or go to class and look like shit in front of everyone. It was a split-second decision. But you didn’t want to look like shit. Honestly, you didn’t even want to go to class, so missing a few minutes wouldn’t kill you. Even if it did, you wouldn’t mind.

So instead of taking a right and going to the class you so desperately needed to pass, you go left on Harper Road, and you run up some steps to your apartment, shoving the keys in the door and swinging it open before rushing to the bathroom, pulling off your white blouse - now stained red and brown from blood - and tossing it on the floor, quickly turning on your shower, and you didn’t give a flying fuck about the water bill, you were about to take your damned time under the water.

You step in once your fully unclothed, the warm running water stinging your cut but the damned shower was the only good thing going on in your life right now, so there were no complaints apart from the hiss that leaves your lips as it does hit the now inflamed wound.

About thirty minutes later

About twenty eyes land on you as soon as you walk into the classroom, which was actually just the library. Literary class for your want to be a writer, and your teacher - Professor Barnes - pauses for a moment. He looks you up and down, gives you a disappointed look, then you find an open seat, pulling out a notebook with only a few minutes left of the class, but you were about to spend the next hour or so in the library with your friends anyways. While you wrote, and studied, they had a project to work on. One that you’ve already failed twice. Once for turning it into the wrong class, and once for accidentally lighting it on fire at work when a co-worker dropped a flaming pan on it, which, of course, you were blamed for. Then just as class ends, and everyone packs to leave while you continue to write notes into your book, you feel a presence behind you. Before you can even apologise to him, you feel his large hand on your shoulder, and his voice in your ear.

“You were late again.” No shit Sherlock. “What happened this time?” He asks, moving to sit on the corner of your desk, and you put down your pencil. He asked the question as if he didn’t believe you every other time you told him your situation. You wait for the library to completely empty out before you could yell at him for being a dick, and as soon as the last student leaves, the second the door closes and leaves a whoosh of air from its weight, you don’t scream. Some unknown squeak of every emotion mixed together except for happiness and joy leaves your throat, and your newly applied mascara runs down your face, exposing your clear tears to be mixed with the black makeup, streaks of it running down your cheeks, causing you to lean forward, face in your hands as you start to sob. The sound of a heavy sigh is the only thing in the room apart from your absolutely embarrassing breakdown. “I gave you a hundred on the assignment for the day.” What? That makes you look up, once again looking like a wife just cheated on, only this time your false husband cheated with your own mother.

“W-What? I-I don’t even k-know what the assignment was…” You hear him scoff, but it wasn’t a hateful scoff, it was more of a ‘do I look like I give a fuck,’ sort of scoff.

“Look. Lolly spoke to me about how you’re doing. So I figured I’d give you a break.” That was… Weird… Why would he do that?

“But what about the assignments that go with it-?”

“Congrats, your grade just went from a D to a B. How about you go home and relax for the rest of the day instead of studying.” You’re silent for a moment. Relax? You haven’t done that since freshman year, and even then, you weren’t sure your lunch period was exactly meant for a thirty minute nap.

“Mr. Barnes- I-” You jump a little, his hand closing your textbook and he hops off the table.

“Come on, class is over, go home.” He sighs, and goes back to his desk with your textbook, scanning it and setting it on the shelf so you wouldn’t even need to bother turning it back in and most likely paying the late fee. You stand up awkwardly, grabbing your bag and only just realising you definitely twisted your ankle as you limp a little before barely catching yourself on your desk. You honestly looked pathetic, you weren’t exactly sure why he wasn’t laughing. “Are you alright there?” You hear his voice close again, and you turn to look up at him, his hand moving to the middle of your back. But momma didn’t raise any wimp.

“It hurts-” You whimper. What. The fuck. Momma would be disappointed - If she wasn’t dead - she’d probably choke you to death. That pathetic ass noise would’ve been enough to consider you a puppy ready for adoption. “I mean uh- I’m fine.” He chuckles a little dryly, his eyes widening at your horrible attempt to convince him that you were truly fine.

“Are you sure? You’re crying even more now.” Honestly, if he hadn’t pointed it out, you wouldn’t have noticed. You were so sleep deprived. So tired. Exhausted. You were genuinely ready to snap at the next person who even breathed wrong. “Are you gonna be able to walk back to your dorm?” He grabs your bag, swinging it over his shoulder before you can even answer.

“I-I’ll be alright…” You hold out your hand for your bag, but instead, his hand on your back gently pushes you forward, making you limp in pain before his arm snakes around your waist, which should’ve made you jump, but he was helping you walk.

“Well, Imma give you a ride home if that’s alright.” He pushes the button to open the automatic door, helping you walk out into the cold air which hits you in the face worse than it should with tear stained cheeks.

“I mean I can walk-”

“Doesn’t look like it.” He shrugs, walking into the teachers parking lot, dragging you towards his truck, the one you knew was his because he was the only teacher you could actually stand, so you’ve waved bye to him at the end of the day a few times before.

“Yea- I can’t.” You admit, limping along next to him.

He opens the passenger door to the truck, and he even helps you in, setting your bag on the floorboard before closing the door and rounding the vehicle, getting into the driver seat and the warm air from the vents feels amazing, everywhere except for your sleeve covered arm, which was still warm and inflamed.

“Go ahead and give me directions hun.” He asks, pulling out of his parking space. You turn on your phone, a few missed texts from Lolly that you could look at and deal with later swiped away by your thumb as you go to the maps app to get directions until you remember you live just across the street from the dorms.

“I uh… I’m in the apartment- the one with the red roof across the street from the dorms…” you mumble, but he does hear you, nodding as you set your phone down on the centre console and reach down, rubbing your shin with your palm and it hurts like shit - it's definitely more than sprained - and you were way too poor to go to the hospital to get it checked out. So a self diagnosis would be enough for now.

“So what happened? Did you fall or something?”

“I uh- twisted it going up the subway steps.” You sit back up and look out the window.

“Subway? What are you doing in the subway if you live so close to the school?”

“I have work in the mornings…”

“Sounds stressful.”

“You have… no idea…” You mumble again, looking out the windshield now, and you can practically feel his head turn to look at you, so you look back, you were of course, correct. “Sorry- I just- today has been really bad. Not as bad as like- other days, just like- the worst this month.” You shrug, trying not to just be some complaining idiot.

“No, no. It’s okay. You don’t have to apologise. If I were you, I wouldn’t even be going to class after that.” He shrugs in return, and turns back to the road, which you do too as he steps on the gas and continues.

“I just uh, I guess I’m clumsy.” You look down a little.

“I just assumed you got caught up in the rush hour crowds. You wouldn’t be the first person to be pushed around by assholes in the swarms of humans.” You chuckle a little. Swarms of humans is definitely the best way to describe it. “Lolly told me about your work, your boss sounds like a dick.” You laugh this time, throwing your head back onto the headrest behind you and you look at him, a little smile on his lips.

“Oh no, she’s the most loveable person ever-” He starts to laugh at your horribly acquainted sarcasm. “She’s the best part of my day.” You roll your eyes, looking back out the window.

“Well I heard that someone has some very mixed emotions about her. One being hatred, the other being pure infuriating anger.” You start to laugh, it honestly hurts a bit to laugh. You were so sore. It made you want to cry… again.

“Does Lolly just tell you everything about me?”

“Well I asked. You two hang out a lot, so I figured she’d be best to ask.” He shrugs, again. And he pulls into the parking lot of your apartment, finding the only empty space. Your space. “And she told me, and I quote.” He picks up his phone, opening a texting screen. “She needs a break. She has been working under this yellow bag of walrus shit for the last two years without a single break for her own health and I am worried about her. Maybe you could convince her to take a break. I would probably kiss you if you could.” He sets the phone back down. “But we're going to disregard that last part because she’s my student, and I’m positive she was drunk.” You grit your teeth. It was definitely Lolly. Because you do unfortunately remember calling your boss a yellow bag of walrus shit.

“Yep. But I unfortunately cannot take a break.”

“Well, I’m not exactly a doctor, but I’d say your ankle is pretty messed up.”

“Well-”

“And I looked into it- You will get paid in your time off. She cannot fire you if you’re injured with a doctor or nurse note.”

“Well-”

“And I occasionally take over for the school nurse, so guess who wrote you a doctor note for your fucked up ankle?” You don’t say anything. You don’t know what to say. “So. Grab your bag and head up to your room, and promise me you’ll relax and take care of yourself for a day?” Why was he even doing this? He didn’t pay attention to you before. You were always just another student and now he’s basically forging a document to give you a break? It just didn’t seem real.

“Okay…” You whisper, grabbing your back and opening the door as you step out back into the cold, and head straight to your room, which was in clear view from the spot he was in, so he sits in his truck, waiting for you to get inside before pulling away as he stays parked. But just as you set your hand on the doorknob…

“There you are!” Your neighbour. Of course, your fucking neighbour has to add to your most wonderful day. “Your dog won’t stop barking! She’s been yip yap and yip yap all day! I’m going to call animal control!” You don’t even own a fucking dog.

“Ma’am I-”

“You forgot your phone.” His voice makes you want to writhe out of your fucking skin. You turn around to see you professor holding your phone out, which you take slowly as he turns towards the lady. “Is everything alright ma’am?” You want to laugh. You and your exhaustion work together their absolute fucking hardest as you try so hard not to laugh at her words.

“Oh of course darlin, everything is fine. Just talkin to my lovely neighbour.” From the mean, stern, gritty yelling voice that you’ve grown used to, to a suddenly sweet old lady that sounds as if she takes care of butterflies and builds them new homes. You cover your mouth, genuinely struggling not to laugh, and you see the corner of her eye twitch.

“I thought I heard some yelling.” Barnes gently wraps his arm around your shoulder, and you take a deep breath, some confusion now etched into your features.

“Just some harmless bickering, nothing too much.” She looks away from Barnes, and looks down at you. “Have a nice day darling.” You can almost feel how hard her fucking teeth are clenched, and you give her a little smile. Apparently, she wasn’t willing to embarrass herself in front of handsome young men- er- your professor.

“Your neighbour is a dick too. Maybe you should get your dog something to distract it.”

“I don’t own a dog.” You both stare at each other for a moment, and you see him biting his cheek before he takes a deep breath.

“Go get some rest. I’ll see you next week in class.” He chuckles a little and stands there, watching as you half-awkwardly open your door, closing it behind you before you heard him descending the stairs, and you hear his truck roar back to life. A little relieved that you finally had someone on your side.

#marvel #fanfic #marvel fanfiction #x reader #bucky #bucky james barnes #bucky x reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #buckybarnes #james bucky barnes #james barnes #james buchanan barnes #Barnes #bucky barnes #mcu #x reader fic #fic #marvel fic

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after-the-end-times · 3 months ago

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Ted & Trent and the Drunk Dial

Rating: M 📞 Words: 750 📞 CW: Drunk Ted, Self Hatred, Ted needs therapy (but is shamed out of it) 📞 Tags: Post finale, In Vino Veritas, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Tedependent (they're getting there) For @bag-bang Be a Goldfish MicroBang For @duckprintspress May Trope Mayhem-Inherited Curse Ao3 A series of Classic Trope inspired Tedependent vignettes Parts: 1. Just One Bed 2. Accidental Baby 3. Fake Date 4. Drunk Dial

You wanna go to therapy? By yourself? Why?

What’d’you even need therapy for?

Didn’t you get enough time to yourself when you gallivanted off to do soccer for a year?

What, need someone to help you blame me for everything wrong in your life? Or are you blaming Michelle now? Henry?

You’re fine, Ted.

I just...don’t want to end up like Dad. Is that so terrible? A dead drunk who hates himse-

“Sorry, Ted, I’m cutting you off. You got a ride home or need me to call Michelle?” Jim, Ted’s buddy from high school turned favorite bartender, cleared the empty glasses in front of Ted, even pulling the half finished one out of his loose grip.

“No, she’s got Hen. I’ll call Beard- wait, can’t.” Ted pulled out his cellphone and squinted at the bright screen. “Don’t know, I’ll find someone. Thanks Jim, ‘preciate all you do here.”

“Don’t know, Ted. Maybe you could appreciate me a little less. What if we hit up the batting cages this weekend?”

“Would love to, can’t. Mom’s got a thing planned.” Ted knocked his knuckles on the bar top, standing up, only swaying a moment. “See ya.”

“Ted.”

Ted couldn’t take the look of concern etched in Jim’s face and walked out the door. Gotta be bad when even a bartender wants you to go away.

He opened his car door and sat down, feet still solidly on pavement. On autopilot, Ted swiped Beard’s name, tipping sideways against the back of the seat. He closed his eyes, listening to the ringtone until it went to voice mail. He ended the call and stared at the phone blearily. He swiped Trent’s name.

It rang once.

“Ted.”

“Trent.” It finally felt like he could breath. He smiled. “Hi.”

“How are you, Ted?”

“Good. Fine. Drunk. My friend Jim, the bartender, kicked me out. Said he doesn’t want me to come back.”

“Really. Why would he say that?”

“Don’t know.” Ted heaved a sigh. “Jim was around back then, so maybe- I don’t know, maybe he doesn’t want me to end up like my Dad.”

“What happened with your dad, Ted?”

“He killed himself.”

Ted could feel the stunned silence happening in that moment 4,438 miles away.

“Yeeeeah. Hence them panic attacks y’all saw. Didn’t really have them before leaving Kansas, thought they’d go away when I came back, but nope! Guess the doc didn’t fix me like she thought.”

“Fuck Ted. I’m so sorry.”

“Pretty sure, no matter what I do, I’m bound to end up like him. Like father, like son. That’s the eternal curse, right? Can’t fight it. Can’t do anything right. Always letting everyone down. Michelle. Henry. Rebecca. The team. You.”

“You’ve never let me down, Ted. Not once.”

He sighed. “Yeah, I did. Shoulda been better ‘bout your book. It was great. But I was so in my own head, I just- I let you down when you needed me to be kind. When you needed me to care.”

“Stop, Ted. Where are you?”

Ted hummed. “Parking lot. Can’t drive. Least I can do that right.”

“Can you call someone?”

“Did. Beard didn’t pick up and you’re too far away.”

“A cab, Ted. You have the lyft app.”

“Oh. Forgot about them.”

“Call one now, I’ll wait with you.”

Ted pulled up the app and ordered a driver.

“Thank you, Trent. You don’t have to wait, though. It’s morning there, you’re probably doing something. You got the crimmlette this week?”

Trent huffed a laugh. It always warmed Ted’s belly, being able to get him to laugh. “No, she’s with her mum this week. They’re in Wales, visiting family.”

“Aww, well, that sounds like a whale of a time.”

Trent let out a short laughed. “Ted, that was terrible.”

Ted smiled, half asleep against his seat. He hummed. “I miss you, Trent Crimm, Independent.”

Across the line, 4,438 miles away, he heard Trent suck in a breath. “But were ever you happy here, Ted?”

And ain’t the $10,000 question? Was he happier there? Even with the distance from Henry and the panic attacks? Ted hummed, a thinking sound to let Trent know he was there.

“I don’t fit here anymore,” Ted finally said. “We went to the mall last weekend and I called the elevator the lift. Michelle and Henry had a good laugh about that.”

“Well, it does lift you up.”

Swallowing a lump in his throat, Ted felt tears prick his eyes. “Trent, I want- I...”

“Come home, Ted.”

#tedependent #ted x trent #tedtrent #ted lasso #trent crimm #ficlet #beagoldfish 2025 #may trope mayhem #bagbang #I guess I have a writing tag now

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itsyoung8 · 2 years ago

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The age of the students at Bullworth Academy (part I)

I found it interesting and fun to find out the age of the students. Of course, for each student there will be arguments, but it is possible that I am wrong.

Details:

-> I'm going to assume that Bullworth Academy is a high school

-> Since it is a high school located in the United States, four years ago and not three as in Europe (ex: France). That's why I'm going to make the following cut:

1st year: 14-15 years old - Freshman

2nd year: 15-16 years old - Sophomore

3rd year: 16-17 years old - Junior

4th year: 17-18 years old - Senior

Bullies:

Russell Northrop:

In the U.S. system, you can get a driver's license between the ages of 14 (for one state) and 17 years old. Most states have set the age of 16 for obtaining a driver's license. However, knowing that Bullworth Academy is located in New England, the age to obtain a driver's license is between 16 years and 16 years and 6 months. So we can already rule out the fact that Russell is a Freshman and a Sophomore.

In the mission Busting In (Part I), we can see Russell riding a police motorcycle that he stole. He is then chased by the police not because he has restrictions (yes, people under the age of 18 have restrictions when they get the license) but because he stole the car. Also, if we get used to his imposing physique and his minimal intellectual skills for his age, we can assume that he is 17-18 years old and is a senior.

Davis White:

"You know something's wrong when a freshman fights back, we didn't do that in the old days!" With this line of dialogue, we can say that Davis is not a freshman, therefore a 1st year student. Moreover, if we look at the "old days", we can make the assumption that Davis' 1st year was a very long time ago like several years ago. It can then be assumed that Davis is a 17-18 year old senior.

Trent Northwick:

Truth be told, I couldn't find anything that could tell me Trent's age other than the fact that he uses the word "kid" in a line of dialogue. I had thought that he would be a 17-18 year old senior to talk about a student like that but no certainty so I leave it hanging for the moment.

Troy Miller:

Troy wants to join the military when he reaches the minimum age of 17, which means he's neither a junior nor a senior. In a line of dialogue when he loses a fight, he can be heard saying, "So much for the army…" We can understand from this sentence that he probably seemed close to being able to enter the army but that this possibility now seems to be over. Thus, it can be assumed that Troy is a 15-16 year old sophomore.

Ethan Robinson:

During Chapter 2, Ethan can be heard saying: "I can't believe the Carnival's already here! This year's just flyin' by". From that, we can put aside the possibility that he is a first-grader since he has already experienced carnival while being at Bullworth Academy. Afterwards, his sentence may mean that compared to other years, the carnival is already here. So I'm torn between saying he's a 16-17 year old junior or a 17-18 year old senior.

Tom Gurney:

As far as Tom is concerned, I initially thought he was a 14-15 year old freshman or a 15-16 year old sophomore because in a line of dialogue he says: "I'm too young". However, in some lines of dialogue, he uses the word "kid". That's why I came to think that he couldn't be a freshman or a sophomore because it would be ridiculous to call someone the same age as you or a year apart. I'm mixed between the fact that he's a 16-17 year old junior and a 17-18 year old senior.

Wade Martin:

Wade remains for me the biggest mystery of the band. No matter how much I've gone through all of his lines of dialogue and his profile, I haven't found anything concrete that could make me go on a track. At the very least, in a line of dialogue, he says: "My dad says he's gonna buy me some condoms so I can like, do it with chicks, y'know?" Knowing that the sexual majority in New England is 16, I thought he might be a 16-17 year old junior but that's a far-fetched theory right?

That's the end of this first part. In the next one, I'm going to deal with the Preppies. Feel free to let me know what you think. Au revoir

#bully canis canem edit #canis canem edit #bully cce #bully game #bullies #russell northrop #davis white #trent northwick #wade martin #tom gurney #ethan robinson #troy miller #bully scholarship edition

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happilysmythe · 1 year ago

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❥ 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩

trent frederic.

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warning: explicit content

"it's getting harder to breathe out" — chase atlantic

- - -

“Don’t even think about telling anyone about this.”

His voice rasped in your ear as his hand constricted around your throat, aiming to send a message. “Or I swear to God, I’ll have him fired.”

Your father worked at Frederic Roofing for as long as you could remember. Because of that, he moved fairly high up in the business, eventually making friends with the founding family. He loved the job—it helped him support your family and he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

So it wouldn’t be too thrilling for him to find out that his daughter was fucking the owner’s son in the staff bathroom, would it?

“Don’t,” you demanded, whimpering as he pushed you into the sink. “He needs it.”

Trent’s fingers trailed down to your outer thigh, hiking your skirt up and burying his face in your neck. His warm breath fanned your skin as he peppered kisses down to your shoulder and back up. You looked up at the mirror in front of you, allowing you to see his face sporting a grin in the reflection as he teased you. Your eyes fixated on the silver chains hanging loosely around his neck, poking just far enough out from under his shirt for you to see them.

“Yeah, so he doesn’t need to find out about this,” he clarified, then moved his hand to the damp fabric between your legs. “And neither does my dad.”

It wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t decided to visit your father at work that day. You did see him, but only for a while—he was busy. It wasn’t until you were about to walk out the door that you heard the familiar rasp of Trent’s voice behind you, calling out your name and forcing your attention to him.

And it wasn’t long before he was dragging you into the nearest bathroom to satisfy the needs he’d been harboring for however many years he’d known you.

“He doesn’t need to know that his own employee’s daughter is whoring around with his son right now.” The thumb of the hand around your neck pressed firmly into your skin, posing the delicious threat of taking away your breath.

“And I can’t afford to have that image.”

“Fuck,” you let the expletive slip from your lips, using your hands for stability as they grabbed at the ceramic sink in front of you.

“Got that?”

You nodded sharply in response.

His lips trailed up to your ear, grazing the skin lightly. “God, you’re such a tease.”

He pushed you harder into the sink by the waist. “Coming to visit your father in this,” his hand was under your skirt, thumb dragging itself up and down atop the damp, lacy underwear beneath it. “It’s like you were begging to be pulled in here.”

A roll of your eyes was your initial response to his words. “I wasn’t,” you answered sternly as your body uncontrollably writhed against his, hardening him with each movement. “You just assumed—”

A moan replaced the words that would’ve followed your previous statement as Trent’s fingers pushed the lace to the side and delved into you.

“Don’t be such a brat.”

They moved at a torturous pace, leaving not a speck of room for mercy, eliciting endless whimpers from your mouth. He looked up and into the mirror as your eyes screwed shut, proudly watching you whine in his grasp, knowing that he was the reason for it.

“We shouldn’t—fuck,” you interrupted yourself with a groan, “we shouldn’t be doing this here.”

Your concerns drew a chuckle from his lips, which were stretched into a smirk. “Oh, please.”

“You’re not as innocent as you claim to be,” he told you, removing his hand from your throat and moving it up to your hair, grabbing a fistful and tugging your head back slightly. “So stop acting like it.”

His fingers maintained their quick pace and finally began to hit the sweet spot inside you, immediately sending you over the edge that you’d desperately been waiting to tip over. With a breathy cry of his name, you clenched around his fingers, painting them white as you came.

He chuckled deeply into your ear as he slowly pulled them out and brought them in front of your faces. “And do you think daddy would think so if he knew his little girl just did this,” he brought them closer, the light causing them to glisten, “for me? In here?”

Slowly, he slid them into his mouth and cleaned them with his tongue, then moved his hand back down to your thigh. “Because I doubt it.”

For the first time, you were left unable to speak. Your mind couldn’t even conjure up a coherent thought, let alone a valid rebuttal.

You heard the noise of his sweats sliding down his legs and gave your best attempt to stand still. Your efforts were quickly thwarted as you felt him pressing against you, moving back and forth, coating himself with the remaining dampness between your legs. The sensation brought a weakness to your knees, rendering them useless as he and the ceramic sink held you up.

Then it was the sound of an elongated moan bouncing off the tiled walls of the bathroom as it was pried from your throat, filling the small space thoroughly as he pushed bare into you. Your previous notions of his size were confirmed as you felt just how deep he reached, exactly as your mind imagined. He had yet to move, but you already felt yourself beginning to chase the same release as before.

Once you were completely filled, he let go of your hair and pushed your head forward, forcing your hands to remain tenaciously gripped around the edges of the sink that you were forcefully being held up against. The other hand snaked under your thigh and lifted it up, then set it next to your hand, silently demanding for you to hold it up. So you did it without a lick of hesitation; because that was the power he had over you.

It was Trent’s game—you were just the one playing it.

Then, he finally pulled back and thrust forward, reaching even deeper than before and coaxing another loud groan from your lips. Barely any time passed before he was pistoning in and out at an unfaltering rate, driving your vulnerable body into the cold ceramic surface repeatedly.

Various profanities spilled loudly from your mouth, echoing throughout the previously quiet space. Soon, your upper half was roughly pressed to his chest as his hand trailed from your head around to your face. His palm stretched out and covered your mouth, pulling your head back for him to speak quietly once more.

“Shut up,” he demanded irritatedly. “Or you’re going to get us caught.”

The feeling alone of his large, calloused hand over your mouth was enough to make you fall limp in his arms, so you couldn’t find it in you to get angry with his demands. And it certainly didn’t help that he felt so damn good buried inside you. So instead, you simply listened and tried your best to stay quiet, still keeping in mind that your father’s position—his livelihood—was on the line.

Trent may have been a dick, but he sure as fuck never went back on his word.

His free hand found its way to your stomach, palm flattened to your skin. He buried his face in your neck, groaning when he felt the print of his cock under your skin as it moved inside you. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

You wanted to say it back to him; to tell him that he felt just the same. But you couldn’t, and it wasn’t only because he was bullying you into silence—it was because you couldn’t let yourself give him the satisfaction of knowing just how incredible he was.

The warmth of his hand on your stomach paired with the other over your mouth was enough to send you over, to give you that relief that your body was begging to receive. And you were almost there, too. It was only a matter of time, and the both of you knew that.

It was taking every ounce of strength left in him to hold back. To not let himself reach that edge before you. He wanted you to get there first. And you would.

You were close—so fucking close—and he could feel it; the acute pressure of your walls tightening around him as he fucked so deep into you that it began to hurt. But it was all a means to an end. All of the pain, all of the teasing, all of his filthy, repulsive words that made you want to punch him square in the fucking nose. You endured it all because you knew that the payoff would be oh, so rewarding—his cock emptying itself into you, covering every last inch of your insides with his salty-sweet release.

And that’s exactly what it was.

Sweet.

Finally, finally, after all of the time you spent arching your back against him as he relentlessly drove you into the sink, you came. Which was exactly what he wanted.

Just where he wanted you—that’s where you were—and you didn’t even care. You just wanted to keep feeling him.

Muffled cries of his name left your mouth, mixed with equally numbered moans as he continued to move in you, his lips trailing kisses from your shoulder up to your neck. His hand kept itself on your stomach, remaining tightly suctioned to the skin as it began to slowly rub the area back and forth.

“Shit,” he groaned, face buried into your neck as he shot into you.

Warmth spread throughout your stomach and you felt the grip around your mouth finally loosen, allowing the noises that fell from your lips to slip through his fingers and echo through the room once more.

“Oh, god, Trent,” you whined as your head fell back onto his shoulder.

You finally removed your hands from the sink, one finding his now free hand and lacing your fingers together, the other placing itself atop the hand on your stomach and squeezing tightly. You craved more of his touch—especially from those fucking hands. You needed to feel every part, every inch of him on you.

His movements eventually slowed and came to a stop, every other part of his body not having moved. He breathed heavily into your neck, which was now coated in the sweat that dripped from his curls mixed with your own. You swallowed thickly, finally breaking the silence that hung in the tense air of the small room.

“Fuck.”

“Mm,” he agreed, taking a breath and pulling out of you slowly, drawing a strained whimper from your lips. His fingers moved down to your waist, fixing the lacy material and setting it back into its original spot. It wasn’t long until his sweats sat around his waist once more as he tied them.

His hands molded to your hips and turned you around to face him, the edge of the sink now pressing into your lower back. “Remember what I said.”

“Don’t tell anyone,” you repeated back to him, tucking your shirt back into your skirt.

“Mhm,” he nodded, then removed a hand from your waist and tapped the side of your head, prompting you to look up at him. “And dad keeps his job.”

“I know,” you took a breath and stood up, smoothing your clothes over your body and fixing your hair slightly.

It was difficult to stop yourself once you began leaning in, connecting your lips briefly with his one last time. It seemed to catch him off guard, but like yourself, he didn’t stop you and allowed you to pull away on your own.

“Remember it for next time, too,” he spoke, finally removing his hands from you and stepping back. The complete loss of his touch upset your body.

A tilt of your head followed his demand. “Next time?”

A prompt nod of his head was the only response to your inquiry, so you accepted what you received and made your way toward the door as his words echoed in your head.

You didn’t look back as you pushed the door handle down and stepped out, because you didn’t need any additional reminders of what happened; you already knew that you’d have some for the rest of the day.

The bruises on your neck from his fingers, paired with the burning feeling of him still dripping down your thigh.

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𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 - 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐭. 𝐱𝐚𝐛𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐨

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭/𝐗𝐚𝐛𝐢 𝐨𝐧𝐞? 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐲/𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 (𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬) 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐗𝐚𝐛𝐢.𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲/𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞. 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲/𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥), 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧. )

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐳𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐧, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 :)

( 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐮𝐮𝐮𝐮𝐭𝐞 )

( 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? )

The chiming of the doorbell was faint at first, she initially believed that it was her mind playing with her at first however just mere ten seconds later, it rings once again causing her to let out a frustrated groan, she sits up then removes the covers off of her body, angrily striding out of the bedroom onto towards the front door, she twists the knob to open the door revealing the smiling face of her closest friend of several years, Trent.

Yes, the Trent Alexander Arnold - Liverpool’s star whom she fondly remembers as the boy that was her brother’s former teammate during his academy days, and through her brother, the pair had become so close that they’d often spend time at each other’s homes so much so that their mothers would often joke that one way or another, they’d end up together.

" Hi love " Trent smiles.

She gives him a deadpan glare before swiftly turning around to walk into the kitchen as well as to allow him to enter, he walks in and closes the door behind him, " Don’t you have training? "

" Not yet, your dad’s rescheduled training, apparently something came up?" Trent responds, " I wanted to come and see you first before I go "

Her father, being none other than Liverpool and Real Madrid’s Xabi Alonso, he’d recently took over the position of managing Liverpool following Jurgen Klopp’s departure, she frowns in confusion. " Did he say why? "

" Not really " Trent shrugs.

" Hm " She shrugs before adding, " Listen, make yourself at home, I’m going to go shower and freshen up ok " she pats his shoulder before walking back to her bedroom and leaving Trent alone in her kitchen.

He understood why she was barely there, her brother had mentioned that she’d been taking double shifts at the hospital she works in, and it apparently had impacted her so much so that she barely attempted family dinners – let alone spoke to her father regularly, and her father who was heavily concerned for her mental health had asked Trent earlier over phone to go over and check up on her.

And while he cherished the friendship he had with her, more so than he would like to admit - there were so a few emotions lurking underneath, emotions that he’d been unable to conceal any further now that they were two adults navigating life in their respective careers.

Trent liked – no, he loved being around her, ever since they were children and he’d see her coming to watch the academy matches with her mother, the pair had grown so close in that time that even their mothers had grown close and her brother, whom had playfully remarked that she stole Trent from him was aware of the emotions the Scouser had for his younger sister and had even given him his blessings should he consider confessing those emotions.

He opts not to talk about said feelings, instead tidying up her kitchen before putting a kettle on the stove to make them some tea while he grabs some items from the fridge to make them a quick breakfast.

Around ten minutes later, she reappears in the kitchen, dressed in a pair of shorts and a plain black t-shirt, her hair was pulled up, a pair of glasses sat on the bridge of her nose. " Trent " she laughs softly, " You didn’t have to make me breakfast "

" You’ve been working very hard lately " Trent states with a soft tone, " You deserve to be spoiled "

Her heart softens at the gesture and without thinking much of it, she stands up on the tips of her toes, placing a tender kiss on his cheek before turning around to grab two mugs from her cupboard unaware of the effect it had left on the Scouser who had to physically pull him self out of the trance he was in. " Your brother said you’d been taking double shifts? "

" Yeah " She responds with a soft tone, " The hospital is understaffed and you know me, I like to help as much as I can "

" But you haven’t been taking care of yourself, that’s not good " He shakes his head.

" I’ll be fine, don’t worry Trent " She assures him.

" That’s the thing, when it comes to you I’m always worried " He murmurs, mostly to himself before adding. " Is today, your day off then? "

" Mhm, they had to physically drag me out of the hospital " She chuckles.

" In this case, come with me to training " He suggests.

" What! " She said, " No way "

The pair sat down next to one another to eat, Trent raises a brow, " You’d always come whenever you had free time, even for a bit and I know your dad would be happy to see you "

She frowns, she hadn’t been keeping contact with her father, admittedly she didn’t mean to however with everything that transpired, it would be nice to see him again. " Are you sure it’s a good idea? "

" Would I ever lie? come on Y/N, all of us miss you dearly " He states, especially me, he wanted to add yet opted to smile. " Robbo misses you, even though he doesn’t want to admit it "

She laughs softly, she’d gotten into the habit of bantering with the Scotsman a few times whenever she would visit the training center, she looks at Trent. " Alright I will go, but under one condition "

" Anything? " He smiles.

" Next match, you don’t go running around like a wild man and get yourself a yellow card, please " She said.

Trent shakes his head softly, a few matches ago his temper had gotten the best of him during the match against Newcastle, " I’ll try my best " he said.

" Trent " She groans.

" I said I will try my best " He echoes with a defensive tone. " Now go on, finish my five star breakfast meal so you can get dressed "

She giggles, " More like two and a half but who’s really rating? "

He shoots her a glare, " I’d take that back if I were you "

She devours the rest of the plate before smiling, " You love me so you’ll live me " she pats his back before walking back to her bedroom.

He turns to watch her just as she shuts the bedroom door behind her before letting out a soft sigh, " You’re right, I do love you " he murmurs softly.

Trent parked his car before he and Y/N stepped out, right around the time a familiar car parked beside his, the figure steps out of the car, " Oh my god, Y/N is that you? "

" Hi Andy " She chuckles before the Scotsman pulled her into an embrace. " You’re acting as if you haven’t seen me in ages "

" Let’s be honest, you haven’t been here in a few months, kind of thought you forgot about us " He says, before reaching over to greet Trent.

" Sorry about that, it’s been hectic for me " She states with an apologetic expression.

" Don’t apologize, especially since you’re practically saving lives out there " He says before adding. " You’re staying for the whole training session "

" Yeah, I … " She smiles, " I missed my dad so I want to see him "

" I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you " He said.

The trio walk into the training center, Trent whispers something to Andrew who nods then says, " I’ll see you guys later " he waved before walking away, Y/N nods then follows Trent all the way to her father’s office, he had been so wrapped up with paperwork that he didn’t pay attention to either of them up until Trent knocks on the door. " Hey boss, I brought in a little surprise "

Xabi looks up and immediately his face brightens up, " Maitea " he says, standing up then walking around to pull his daughter into an embrace.

" Hi Aita " She whispers, tightening her embrace before she pulls back to say, " It’s great to see you "

" It’s great to see you as well " Xabi beams before looking up at Trent to say, " Thank you for bringing her "

" No problem, I’ll leave you two alone for a bit " Trent nods with a smile before walking out.

Y/N turns to her father to say with an apologetic smile, " I’m sorry I wasn’t calling you much Aita "

" It’s alright sweetheart, I’m not angry at you for not calling, I’m actually a little worried " He states with a concerned expression, " You’d been overworking yourself for months on end, it’s not healthy for you "

" It’s best if I do that then think about … " She trails off with a sigh, " You know who I mean? "

He nods with a forlorn expression, " He doesn’t deserve an ounce of your attention sweetheart, don’t give him any mind "

" I’ll try, for now " She smiles.

" Listen, how about we head out for dinner later? just you and me, how does that sound hm? " He suggests.

" It sounds nice " She beams widely. " Aita, I love you "

He pressed a kiss on the top of her head, " I love you too "

Y/N follows him out to the pitch, she greets the assistant coaches before taking a seat nearby, a few players acknowledge her with a smile and a wave before her father begins training.

While they were training, Andrew leans over and whispers to Trent, " Did you tell her? "

Trent looks up with a confused expression, " I don’t understand "

Andrew gives him a deadpan look, " Did you tell her? " he subtly gestures to Y/N.

" I don’t know what you mean " Trent shrugs attempting to pretend as though as he was nonchalant over the matter.

" Sure you don’t but If I were you, I’d do it before someone else sweeps in " Andrew states before shifting his focus back to training.

The mere thought of her being with someone else was one he did not want to think of, yet unfortunately – it was all he could think of all through training until the very end, as he was on his way to his car he runs into Y/N and Xabi.

" Trent " Xabi smiles, " Would you like to join us for dinner? "

Trent shakes his head with a polite smile. " No, thank you, you two enjoy your night "

" Are you sure? " She asks, " We don’t mind "

" It’s your special time and I don’t want to intrude, next time " Trent swiftly nods then walks towards his car, looking up to see Y/N looking at him with a smile, he waves then enters his car before he drove back to his home.

" So? " Xabi breaks the silence between him and his daughter.

Y/N looks up as she was eating, she takes a sip of her water glass, " What? "

" You and Trent? " He states as if it was the most obvious thing out there.

She raised a brow at his inquiry, she tilts her head for a brief moment before she said. " I’m not sure I understand what you mean "

He chuckles, " Your mother and I can see it by the way "

" See what? and since when are you and Mum chatting again? " Y/N asks with a narrowed look, as far as she recalls her parents had separated before she was born, it was amicable yet the pair never really conversed for more than a handful of times in the year.

" When it comes to you and your brother, your mum and I will always find a common ground " He reminds her with a pointed tone before adding. " And what I mean is your obvious feelings for Trent "

" What! " She said, a surprised look across her face, " I don't ... No " she shakes her head with a chuckle. " No "

" He likes you " He said.

" And how would you know? " She asks with a narrowed glare.

" I'm your father, I know everything, and if you don't believe me, you need to pay attention " He said. " And for the record, if it happens, I'm fully supportive, you and Trent have grown up together, and if there is anyone that I see fit for you, it's him "

Y/N couldn't really believe what she was hearing, Trent likes her, as in a romantic way, " Aita, did Y/B/N say anything to you? "

" No he did not " He shakes his head with a chuckle, " He, your mother and I can see it in Trent's eyes, that boy adores you "

When Y/N returned home, the fleeting of thought of texting Trent crosses her mind yet she opts not to, instead waiting until the next time they meet up.

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Three weeks had passed, in those three weeks things have definitely shifted between her and Trent, while she did not want to admit it at first, her emotions had shifted as well; especially after the conversation she had with her father, one night she found herself with a day for herself, the head of nurses had practically kicked her out and told her to look out for her own mental health, she had grabbed a bunch of snacks in hopes of a self care night and just as she entered her flat, her phone buzzed in her bag, she places the shopping bags down on the counter then she reaches for the phone inside of her bag, pulling the device out to check, she had gotten a text message from Trent.

Are you free tonight?

Her heart had fluttered, surprising her entirely - she lets out a shaky breath, pulling up the keyboard to type her response.

Yes, I am - about to have a self care night, you want to join me?

It didn't take long for him to send back a response.

I'll see you in thirty minutes.

She stares at his response and hastily types back her own before sprinting to her bedroom, to change into something that's comfortable and slightly presentable as maybe, this could be the perfect opportunity for her to speak about what she felt, and clear the air between them.

In thirty minutes, true to his word - she hears her doorbell and rushes towards the door, hastily fixing her hair before flinging the door open to meet Trent on the other side, " Hi " she smiles before noting the way his eyes raked over her figure which was clad in a pair of shorts and a Liverpool jersey.

" Hi " He breathes out, mirroring her smile which fell the moment she turned around, she was wearing his jersey, his name placed across her back, this was going to be more difficult than he initially thought.

He closes the door behind him, following her into the living room where an array of snacks was placed on the table, " Self care, you sure that junk food is self care? "

" Hey! " She points a digit at him, " I work double shifts and I deserve to be spoiled " she giggles, " Now, are you going to judge me or are you going to sit? "

He chuckles, joining her on the couch just as she grabs the remote to turn on the tv and search for a movie, " So? " she said, " What's up? "

This was it, He thought swallowing the lump in his throat. " I -um- " he opens his mouth, " I've been meaning to tell you something "

She grabs the bowl of marshmallows then says, " What is it? "

" Y/N I ... " He opens his mouth again yet the words seemed to lay dormant at the tip of his tongue, unable to truly come out. " I ... "

" Trent? Are you ok? " She asks, finally turning to face him.

" I'vefalleninlovewithyou " He says in one single breath.

Her eyes widen, mouth agape from what she had just heard. " You .. what? " she said.

" Y/N " He breathes out her name, inhaling then exhaling a deep breath. " I'm in love with you, I've been in love with you since the day I saw you cheering for your brother during his time in the academy, I've fallen in love with you because you didn't let having Xabi as your father change how you treat people, I've fallen in love with you because you dedicate so much of your time for others, I've fallen in love with you because throughout every moment we shared, every time our mothers would joke about us looking cute together " he chuckles, " I would look at you and think, if I wanted someone to share my life with, then it would be you, your kindness, your heart, the love that you give, all of this and then some ... "

" Trent " She whispers, her eyes glossy with tears. " I ... I had no idea "

" Well I was scared that you would say no, granted your brother and father gave me their blessings, so did your mum " He smiles shyly.

" Why? .... " She trails off, " Why didn't you ever tell me? "

" I chickened out " He shrugs with a soft smile. " Thought that maybe you'd never see me like that "

" Truth be told, it didn't dawn on me until my father pointed it out. It took a bit for me to realize it, especially since ... " She lets out a soft sigh.

" Since what? " He asks with a confused expression.

" I was in a serious relationship, it started when I was in nursing school and I ... I didn't tell anyone except my father, I was going to tell my mother because I thought he was serious since I mean, we had been together for four years but ... " She heaves out a soft sigh, " He chose to cheat on me, and it really messed me up "

Trent was enraged, " Why didn't you ever tell me? I could have helped you beat that idiot "

" It's fine, it was something that I wanted to keep for myself until I thought it was right, and clearly " she laughs bitterly, " It wasn't but " she inhales then exhales a deep breath, " I had considered, or better yet realized that I should have seen what was right there for me from the start "

" Are you saying what I think you're saying? " He says with a hopeful tone.

" I'm willing to give this, to give us a shot " She said with a soft smile, " But I want you to be patient with me, I want us to take this at a good pace because ... " she swallows the lump in her throat, " I don't want to lose you "

He reaches over to caress her cheek, " You won't ever lose me, I am willing to go at whatever pace you want, I love you "

Her heart flutters yet again, " I love you too " she reaches over to embrace him.

He happily holds her in his arms for a mere moment before pulling back, " Now, I'm going to regret this but are you willing to share your snacks? "

" Yes " She giggles, cuddling up to him as they spent the rest of the evening in each other's arms.

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