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𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Trent Alexander-Arnold x reader

Word count: 6.2k

Summary: Trent would do everything for his daughter even if it's out of his comfort-zone but maybe something, or someone can make it more bearable.

Warnings: Single parent, talk about non-present parents, horses, angst, smut, fluff, dad!trent, young pregnancy (19/20)

Notes: I don't know but this idea just came to me randomly when I was in the stables and I just find it funny to see these out of place parents, especially dads so yeah. Random but fun to write

Being a single parent wasn't always easy. Trent found it hard to be as present as possible, to spend as much time with his daughter as he wanted and still succeed in his football career. It took a lot of time, effort and help but he managed well, being the best dad possible and still develop in his football. It took a toll on him but he wouldn't trade it for the world.

Since he had been a little kid football had been his life, his goal and the only thing that mattered. For so long it was all that consumed his life, until Ella came along. It was never the plan, never his intention after the one-night stand he'd had but it happened and after a rocky year he had full custody of his baby.

After that his priorities changed because he was no longer alone, he couldn't be selfish anymore, he couldn't think about himself because he had a little girl at home. A little girl relying on him for food, comfort and love and suddenly, she was what mattered the most.

Less to say Trent didn't have a lot of free-time, already juggling more than the time could wrap up but he didn't really miss anything, he felt complete. The only thing he sometimes missed was dating. Going out was nowadays almost impossible, even though his brothers and parents tried to help out and babysit as much as they could he didn't feel fine with leaving her in their responsibility too long knowing they already helped out more than they should. Trent hadn't dated someone in what felt like years nor had he gotten any action regurarly. He didn't mind it, but he could miss it some days. Not only the sex but the social life outside of his work. That's why it felt like a blessing when Ella got older and he had to engage in some of her free-time activities. It wasn't like before of course, this was mothers and fathers with their kids not drunk idiots in a club in some VIP-room. But it was still some kind of social life, some people he could talk to and sometimes hang out with outside of the footballpitch.

For him it was obvious she would play football. It was what he'd anticiapated for a long time but the little girl said no. She didn't wanna play football, she wanted to take horseback-lessons, and as the nice father he was he didn't pressure her into anything but said ok, she would get to take her horse-riding lessons if that was what made her happy.

The four-year old was over-joyed, not Trent. He was as far away from his comfort zone he could imagine when he stepped onto the yard with his estatic daughter. It was muddy and bloody cold but he didn't say anything, just smiled at Ella who blabbered away.

Anything for her

It was all he repeated in his head to get himself to not jump into the car again.

He could hear his teammates laughing in his head as he stood in the small house which apparently was called the club-house. When he had told them about his daughters wish he had got his head nagged in with teasing, but hey, anything for her.

He got informed of how it worked, where the list was, where the different buildings were located, how he handled the horse, that he'd have to fix it up before riding.

He nodded along pretending he understood just fine before walking after Ella as she hurried into the stable. The smell was the first thing that hit him, then the horses. What the fuck was he doing here, why hadn't he asked somebody who knew something about this to take her? Well probably because she had been so excited for him to come along.

"Look, look!" Ella prompted, grinning from ear to ear as she pointed to one of the horses "Which one am I having? Which one daddy?"

Trent shook his head "Uh, what was his name? Mons?" "Monty!"

Trent hummed, nodding as they walked along the line of horses, "Here it is" he told her and she squealed with excitement at the tiny, fat little horse that stood in the box, glaring at them from inside.

Trent stood a few meters away as one of the people who helped out in the stables showed Elle how to tack up. He could feel the stares as he tried to look at what they were doing, trying to memorize but nah, it was too much stuff. Ella almost bounced on the spot as everything was ready, Trent yet to touch the horse that was still glaring at them.

Trent sat on the cold tree stand as he watched his daughter wiggle around on the horse. If it wasn't for the biggest smile on her face he would've tried to talk her into something else but he couldn't, and it didn't matter how bitter he felt. He would have to learn and show up, put on his well practiced fake-smile, for her.

"Are you really Trent Alexander-Arnold?"

The sound of his name made him look up, taken aback by the mention. He hadn't even thought about being spotted or recognised here which he of course should have.

"Eh, I am" he choke before he even located the woman who spoke but when he did he felt like his choked reply was just right. Before him stood a beautiful woman, she didn't look like a mom, for sure not. She looked about his age, maybe a year or so younger than him.

She was absolutely stunning, her beutiful face held a warm and almost teasing expression. Eyes glimmering, like she was mocking him for his whereabouts.

"Wow" she hummed, sitting down next to him so naturally it almost made him envy her confidence. "So what in the world brings the famous footballer to the stables?" She asked, seemingly unbothered but the smirk she tried to hide leaked through, making him pull a grimace at her.

"Well, my daughter wanted to take horseback-lessons... so I took her to do it, silently hoping she wouldn't like it but now I guess this is my new place to be" he muttered and she chuckled softly "That's sweet of you"

Trent shrugged his shoulders, looking over at her as she sat so casually but still looked so elegant and beautiful. "What about you?" "Well I also happen to have a daughter who loves this stinky hole" she hummed, peeking his interest even more "Really?" he questioned, his eyes full of interest as she hummed "yeah, why?"

"No no I just... you look young to be a mother" he revealed, pulling a smile from her "thank you, I guess. But I was young when I got her" she admitted, making Trent nod along "How old are you?"

"23" she answered shortly making him hum "And what's your name?"

She chuckled, giving him a loopsided smile as she raised one eyebrow "Why are you so interested?"

Trent shrugged "I just am, you're not gonna tell me your name?"

"Y/n, it's y/n" she answered politely, a silence settling over the two as they watched their children try to lead the horse in the right direction.

It had been a stressful afternoon for you, hurrying home after work to make it in time to Amelies riding-lesson. But you'd made it, not quite on time but good enough.

Amelies riding lessons was nothing you'd been too big of a fan of, not only because you knew nothing about horses but also because it was darn expensive. But of course you couldn't say no to your precious daughter when she so sweetly asked you, so now you found yourself on this tree bench every week, looking as your daughter held the biggest smile on her face, and it felt worth it.

"I don't mean to be forward" you voiced quietly after a few moments, "It's fine" he hummed, turning his attention to you, bracing himself for what he knew was coming.

He was even more beautiful face to face, so close up, than on the tv-screen and you still had a hard time realizing it was actually the football player sitting next to you on the stable stand.

You had of course read gossip sites and rumors about him and his daughter, some saying he was indeed secretly married and other saying it was a failed one-night stand leading him to be a single parent. You didn't know what it was but you were intrigued.

"Are you married?"

Your question didn't surprise him, his eyes fleeting back from watching the group to you again. "Well-no"

"No?"

He shook his head, curls flying all over the place, your face told him you wanted to know more and he gave in, he knew darn well about all the rumours flying around about him and his daughter, and especially about the mother. "I am not married. Me and Ella's mother is not in any committed relationship. In fact it was a one night stand, ending up in her calling me and telling me she was pregnant and after a long hard time she pulled out, and I am now a single parent"

You hummed "is her mother in the picture at all?"

"Rarely, whenever it suits her" he shrugged, not really understanding why he told you all this. "What about you?" You chuckled bitterly "Nah, I was in a relationship when I got pregnant, but like I said I was young, barely 19 and our relationship was as serious as they are at that age so when things got real he bailed"

"So, do you have any contact?"

"No, I haven't really heard from him since I told him I was pregnant, I forced him to meet her once" you told him bitterly, the air tensing but you didn't mind and neither did he. It was nothing secretive and something you both had moved on from so talking about it felt like a natural part of an introduction because it was a big part of who you were, big part of your families.

When the short lesson was over Ella was bouncing as she ran up to Trent. You stood next to him, waiting for Amelie whilst continuing to small-talk. You couldn't help but smile as he kneeled down to scoop her up in his arms with the brightest smile. "Did you enjoy it princess?"

"I love it! Thank you daddy" he chuckled as he let her down again "Of course sweetie, are you all done now so we can go home and cook?"

You watched as the little girl nodded before looking away, Trent saw it aswell "It's okay, we can stay a little longer" he smiled at her shy look making her face lit up again "I just wanna say bye to my friends" she replied, kissing his cheek before running up the small bump into the stables again.

You felt like pouting at the sweet interaction but stopped from it seeing they were strangers and it would probably put him off. "She is really adorable" you smiled as he stood up again, smiling small.

"Thank you"

"Have you been here for a long time?"

"Here?"

"Have your daughter been riding for a long time?" he corrected making you hum "Well nah not that long, a couple of months" you answered. More than that wasn't said and it felt like a small relief when both of your daughters came running down from the stable giggling, breaking the sudden awkvard tension. You smiled at your daughter, her hapiness making you happy.

"Mommy, did you see?!" she squeeled as she raised her arms as a sign for you to lift her up which you did with a grin. "I did see, you were really good today" you smiled, loving her happy face as she bubbled with hapiness, all giddy.

You put her down when she started to wriggle, packing down all the things in your stable-bag. "Mom"

"Yeah" you hummed "Do you think I can play with Ella some day?"

You looked up, smiling softly as you paused "I'm sure we could fix something some time" you promised making her smile again, breaking away from the small shy energy. You could see that she was tired, even though she was blabbering and bouncing the tiredness started to droop onto her.

When she yawned you chucled, picking her up which she gladly accepted, snuggling into your shoulder.

You waved goodbye at Trent who smiled your way before stropping Amelie in the car to drive home.

Since that first time in the stables Trent and Ella went every week, every week coming to seek you out, ask you about your week and how you'd been since last time.

What in the beginning was a dreadful day for Trent slowly started to become an enjoyful one. You liked the stables just fine but it didn't get worse by seeing Trent.

Whenever he wasn't there it was a huge disapointment, something you were all to aware of.

He had became a good friend, your daughters spending time outside of the stables as well which prompted you to meet more than once a week.

The attraction was there, always but of course you never went with it since the kids were around and dating with a kid or even more so sleeping around whilst having a kid was not something you found appropriate or fair for her at the moment so you didn't do anything, didn't say anything and if he felt the same way he didn't say it.

You learnt more and more for every time you met and got more and more smitten. You understood why everybody was fawning over him so bad. You'd always liked him on the pitch, enjoyed watching him play but this was something completely different than that.

It was a sunday you realized how smitten you actually was with the guy. He had suggested to meet up for the kids to play so you could watch football together. It was United against City so the expectations where high as you sat in your sofa together. The girls in Amelies room playing.

He had been such a softie, resting his hand on your thigh as you sat closer than appropriate, conversing and laughing about the game. He told you stories about himself, about Ella and it was all so soft.

His eyes had been warm and he had been so sweet, cooking all of you lunch and helping you fix the new coffee table you hadn't put together yet. It had felt so domestic and it had made you realize how much you actuallly liked the guy.

But you hadn't spoken a word about it. It was too complicated to get involved with anyone. No man had gotten introduced to Amelie except from her dad but other than that you had stayed far away from that part of you. Only ever being with someone when Amelie wasn't home.

It was a delicate matter with kids and you didn't want to risk anything, plus, you had no idea if Trent even liked you in the slightest so you just kept your mouth shut, enjoying what was now.

A rare evening without Amelie or work was spent out. You were still young, still enjoying the thrill of a good club with friends so the bar was the place to go.

Your best friend begged to go to this new open bar, more similar to an night-club than bar but you didn't mind.

The first hour was spent upstairs in one of the more reserved booths, drinking and gossiping, spilling the recent tea and of coure the main topic was Trent.

She was dying to hear about it and you were dying to telll her. "No way he said that" she gasped, clapping her hands "Wow you go y/n, this is honestly wild"

You giggled, swallowing the rest of your drink "I know"

"What's next then? You almost kissed in his car and now?" "Now nothing" you sighed, shaking your head "What do you mean nothing"

"I mean that I haven't heard of him since then"

"Well text him then!" she exclaimed "I dont know" "Oh come on y/n you gotta do it, you are so smitten by him already and you never meet anyone"

"Lets drop this topic for tonight" you decided, sweeping the hard parts under the rug for now.

"Fine, let's go down and get the party started for real" she beamed sensing not to push you further right now.

"Yes please"

She giggled, hooking your arm with hers as you went down the sketchy stair to the club area, the night club you needed.

You were deep in your cups which was why you weren't sure if you actually saw who you thought you did or if you were hallucinating

"Y/n! Is that Trent??" your friend gaped making you realize it was actaully Trent and you gigggled, pulling her along with you as you tripped up to him, facing him with a bright smile

He was with a couple of friends, some you would probably recognize if it wasn't for the slight womble in your head

"Y/n??"

Trent eyed you up and down with a giant smirk, sensing your drunkness but he too were deep in his cups, immidiately dragging both you and your friend to their table.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, handing you another drink and pulling you to sit on his lap as there was limited space on the table he and a couple of his friends shared. Your friend immideately hitting it off with some of them.

"I have a rare night out" you grinned

"How convinient, I have to" he revealed, squeezing your thigh where your short dress had ridden up.

"How convinient" you smirked right back at him, your eyes dropping down to his lips a little too often

It wan't long until you couln't resist the urge to kiss him anymore. The clear part of our head would probably stop it right now because it was compliacted, you had Amelie, you couldn't just date around and bring people here and there but the rational part of your brain wasn't working right at the moment. Only wanting some sort of normality, some sort of attention tonight and Trent gladly gave it to you, so you took it.

The soft kiss turned heated, passionate and neeedy, hands grasping desperately at each other as your turned around on his lap. Only when the people around you started to make noises did you break apart for the moment, enjoying the night on his lap, his mouth on yours and hands caressing you whenever the moment allowed it. It was something completely different like this, when the kids wasn't around, when neither of you had to take the parent role, when you both were deep in your cups and didn't hold back. It was something completely different but so relieving.

He asked you out, actually asked you out. Not asking for a playdate with the kids, no. Alone, with you and it felt like the nerves would explode. You had met him for months now but it felt different after the bar meeting.

It had been heated, promising more than just parents of two friends. No, that had showed you he wanted more as well. The kisses shared, the touches ad the late, drunken question to come home with him. It all indicated that he wanted more of whatever it was between you.

You read his text again. You had agreeed on dinner in his flat. Neither of you wanted to do something public. Still it felt nerve-wracking. You hadn't been at his place before, always at yours for various reasons.

You hadn't gone home with him that night but what if he wanted something in that way tonight`?

did you want anything like that? Hell yes

How did you act with him, alone? Without being drunk

What do you wear to something like this?

You had no idea

After what felt like forever you finally emerged from your car outside of his complex, wearing sweats and a hoodie as he had told you after asking and making your way inside.

It was darn expensive, exclusive, luxaury celebrity building. You felt hella out of place, not only because of your clothes as you got escorted up to his floor. The secod you saw him though, it felt okay. The smile twinkling in his eyes as he welcomed you inside.

"This feels a bit weird" you smiled, sitting on his big comfy sofa. Stretching out your tired body on the comfortable furnitor.

Trent chuckled, pursing his lips "Well"

"Not bad" you promised "But weird, I'm not used to be alone with you. It's always the girls or the horny mums"

At that Trent couldn't contain his laughter "Horny mums?"

"Yeah you should hear them talk" you scoffed, shaking your head at them.

"I do, trust me" he chuckled, plopping down next to you in the sofa with two glasses of wine. "I just choose to ignore them most of the time" he smiled, handing you one of the glasses.

Your eyebrows raised as you turned to him with an unimpressed look "most of the times?"

"Well yeah, I mean I did not ignore you, did I?" he teased, showing his beutiful smile. Your eyes rolled "no but I'm not talking about how hot it would be to be fucked by a footballer or how perfect your back looks to scratch"

"Why don't you though?"

You choke on the wine you sipped, spluttering it out in your lap as you tried to contain yourself with laughter You looked at him deadpan, "you want me to?"

His shoulders shrugged and his face pulled a grimace, smirking at your flustered state "I wouldn't mind it"

"Really?" you hummed, looking at him from under your lashes while sipping your wine. Gaining your confidenece back "Oh Trent, I wanna scratch your back while you fuck me so hard" you ironized with a high-pitched voice.

Trent laughed, raising his glass towards you "Take away the irony and we are home"

You couldn't help but give him a bright smile, leaning your head towards him before straightening up to do your real performance. His eyes followed you amusedly as he watched you clear your throat before you repeated "Oh Trent, I wanna scratch your back while you fuck me so hard" but only this time you tried to make it sound real, moaning out the words with an additional moan afterwards.

Trent's amused face dropped slightly as you smirked at him "Better?" "Mhm" he nodded, giving you an impressed look "Wow, that's actually wild" he hummed causing you to laugh at him, shaking your head at his dramatics "That explains how you women are so good at faking things"

You hummed, nodding "Sure but you can hear a clear difference from an fake moan and a real moan"

Trent hummed, pouting his lips in thought "well sure"

You pursued tour lips "Do you know the differences?" Trent shrugged "Sometimes, I think most of the times I can tell"

"Have someone ever really faked it with you?" you giggled, "Sure" Trent chuckled, internaly palming himself for revealing that to you.

"Why?" "I don't bloody know, I guess they didn't like it?"

You laughed "Oh poor Trent, are you not that talented in bed?"

He only scoffed, giving you a face that only made you laugh harder "I'm sure am talented enough"'

You giggled, crawling closer to him before settling in his lap. It didn't feel weird, you had been in this position before. You wanted to take it one step further, wanted to be with him.

"What if I need proof?" you whispered, your voicie low and all serious as he swallowed, giving you a heated gaze "Well I think we can fix that, don't you think?" "I was hoping" you smirked, immediately atttacking his lips with yours.

His hands fell on your ass, pulling you closer as your hands tangled in his curls.

Screw all the complicated shit, screw all responsibilites. You would fix it all later, talk it all through later. This wasn't bound to change anything, except it was. You felt more than you wanted to admit.

Screw the feelings, you needed him right now and he felt the same.

His hands started to undress you, flinging your hoodie off and you let him but when his hands left your boobs and started to tease your underwear you stopped him.

"Hey" you mumbled, immideately grabbing his attention, brown eyes searching yours for any signs that he'd crossed the line.

You gently stroke his neck, smiling at his attentive expression. "Did I do something?" he asked softly, relief filling his body as you shook your head. "No no, I just-" you began, looking away from his intense gaze

"What?" he murmured, gently angling your face so that you looked at him again.

Your face felt warm as he looked at you "I-I just haven't had sex in.... forever" you admited shyly

"Forever? you do have a kid, right?"

You giggled loving how he tried to ease the embarrsament as your lips graced his shoulder. "A year" you clarified, looking away from his face as he raised his eyebrows in supriese "Really, wow I feel like i've been in a dryspell forever but a year... I would've alredy have cum now"

You giggled again, hiding your embaressment in admitting this to your lext lay but Trent was different. It wasn't just some hook-up, it was Trent. Someone you already had found a liking towards. Someone you felt comfortable with and trusted, someone you didn't feel embarrassed around.

He kept a loving smile on his face, kissing your cheek sweetly before speaking again. "It's nothing, as long as you want this we can take it as slowly as you want to and if you don't, we don't" he mumbled softly against the soft skin of your shoulder.

"I want to, just... take it slow" you breathed out, his head noddding in recognition as he continued his ministrations on your neck and collarbone. Leaving marks like a teenager would on your sensitive skin. It made you giggle, plafully pushing him away but he just gave you his millon-dollar grin and continued, knowing you liked it.

You started to ease into it. Not feeling as stiff anymore as you moved your body against his, making him let out an apreciative sound. "Yeah?" he mumbled, a word so short but still so hot to hear from his lips.

His hand creeped down your sweatpants, gently teasing the hem of your underwear, tripping under the waistband only to crawl back up. It was all a part of his slow show and you started to realise what you had really asked him.

You kissed him sweetly, passionately but soft. Searching his mouth with yours, hands grasping on his broad shoulders, slowly creeping down to finally feel his gorgously sexy abs.

His breath fanned your jaw as he watched your face every movement, only slipping his hand into your panties for real when you made strong eye-contact with him, pleadig with your eyes for him to keep going.

And keep going he did, finally lettig his fingers stroke over your swollen clit. His fingers moved expertisely, knowing exactly where it would feel the best and where to be to drive your mind absolutely crazy and needy.

He was so focused on your face as you let him play with you, enjoying it way to much to ever ask him to stop.

When your mind started to function again you let your hand slip under the waistband of his calvins. Quickly wrapping around his hard dick to give him some attention as well. Too soaked up in your own for quiet some time already.

He didn't complain, his eyes closing briefly and a hard breath escaping his open lips as you stroked him firmly. Trying to focus on him whilst he brought you to the edge, slipping two fingers inside of you.

Your body had gotten completely loose now. Moving on it's own accord, not caring anymore, not controlled by nerves but pleasure.

He could see exactly when your orgasm started to climb to it's top. Not daring to stop as your voice pleaded him not to. Your hand stopped aroud his dick, unable to focus as your orgasm washed over you. The sounds you let out fell deaf on your own ears, not to Trent's who only got harder as your body shook, fingers slowly retreating as you came down. Not wanting to overstimulate you at this state.

"Okay?" he smiled softly, the giggle you let out sounded free and happy "more than okay" you smiled, leaning up to kiss his lips lovingly. Hand resuming it's pace on his hard cock.

Soon enough you tugged at his boxers, wanting them off, wanting him inside of you.

He let you do what you wanted, helping to take off his boxers as he helped you out of your sweatpants. His hands gently cupped your breasts over your brah as you looked at each other. "You sure you want this?" he hummed, needing the consent "Yes, you?" you hummed back softly, "All I wanted to do since I first saw you" he consented, bringing a smile on your lips as he guided his tip to your entrance.

He rubbed oer your sensitive nerves, giving you time to relax again from the initional reaction to feeling his dick against the place you wanted him.

"Relax yeah?" he hummed softly, kissing over your chest, smiling against your skin as you complied. Relaxing your body against the soft material.

He fially pushed the tip in, your breath catching in your throat at the stretch. His lips a nice distraction, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as he kissed you passionately. Breathing in and swallowing your sounds.

It felt like an enternity until he finally stopped, fully inside you. You panted against his lips, trying to take in the feeling of complete blizz.

Fuck you had missed this

"Move" you breathed, his hips immediately following your words as he slowly started to thrust inside of you. Taking it slow as promised but it felt just as good as anything else. It wasn't about fucking the life out of you, it would be time for that later. No this was about connecting, making eachother feel pleasure and love and wow did he manage well.

You felt like all you could do was moan and whine, your body writhing on the soft cushions as he gave you all he had, rolling his hips into yours, filling you completely with each deep thrust.

He reached places you didn't even remembered you could or knew. It felt like you were floating on a cloud as his mouth found your skin again.

"Fuck I'm sorry" he breathed harshly on your jaw as he kissed his way up

"What?"

"I-I'm gonna cum" he breathed making you giggle out a moan "Fuck do it"

His fingers found your clit, gently stroking the sensitive nub as he quickened his pace slightly. His hips started to jerk as he got closer to his release, soon coming to an complete stop as he came, taking you with him in the blizz.

It felt like you blacked out. Letting your eyes fall close as he slipped of to the bathroom, helping you clean up and change clothes to sleep. He didn't bother making you brush your teeth or go to the toilet. You were already half-asleep so he just crawled down into the bed again. Kissing your shoulder and whispering soft praise for you as you drifted off to sleep in his comfortbale bed and warm embrace.

Awkvardness settled in your body as you looked down on the steeming hot cup of coffe he'd just handed you.

He looked as free as a bird, not an ounce of regret or questionmarks visable in the way he moved around the kitchen

You didn't regret it but now the hard conversation were bound to happen, the conversation you'd dreaded since you started to feel something about him. But again, he didn't look cornered at all, he looked the oposite to you and that also made you question this, question his feelings.

It wasn't long until he broke the silence, turning to you with an look you couldn't really decide if it was scolding, angry or amused. Maybe something inbetween it all.

"Why are you awkvard?"

He popped the question, just like that, cornered you even more than you already felt as you squirmed on the tall bar stool you sat on at his kitchen island.

"I'm not" you tried but he only chuckled, giving you a soft smile. "This dosen't have to be as hard as you make it out in your head"

"I dosen't?" you half mocked him but he stood his ground, shaking his head "No, it dosen't. I really like you" he stated, like it was the easiest thing ever to say

"And I think you like me too so what's the problem? Our kids already love eachother so why just not take it slowly, ease into it with them, keep it on the low, see eachother more and then move forward step by step. It dosen't have to be that hard. I'm sure of my feeling, it's not something casual or temporary"

You sat quite for a while "Well when you say it like that it sounds like the easiest thing in the world"

Trent chuckled, coming loser to you "It's not the easiset thing in the world but I like you too much to not give this a try"

You smiled leaning over the island to kiss him gently "I like you" you mumbled against his lips, feeling them curl into a smile against yours.

Sundays couldn't get better than this, the sun was out, mood happy and the birds were singing. Trent's hand in yours made a warmth spread in your chest. The girls ran in front of you, playing tag in a fit of giggles.

The soft morning had woken you up in the right mood, waking up alongside Trent was bound to wake you up in a good mood. Early morning sure but the way Tren't had made love to you first thing after waking up made your mood hit the good roof.

"I love this" you hummed, watching up at his beutiful smile under the baseball cap he'd pushed down over his curls, not wanting to be recognised.

You'd made it official, but not public. He had asked you to be his girlfriend one late night in front of the tv, cozied up together on the sofa. It had been only one clear answer on your tongue and since then things had changed for the better.

The worry of affecting your kids had been one that had proved not to be a problem, the girls already concidering the other best friends. Trying to explain had been a bit harder the girls not completely undestanding why they spent so mch time together at eachothers houses but they loved it neitherless.

"Me too" Trent hummed, glancing up at the girls "And I love you" he continued, turning to you again, tilting your head up to gently kiss you, a kiss you couldn't help but to smile into, holding his chin gently as he kissed you softly, intimately.

"Daddy!" "Mommy!"

You broke apart, giggling as you turned to your kids "Why is your daddy snogging my mommy!" Amelie protested but Ella only giggled making Amelie start to.

"Where have you learnt that word?" you asked her pointedly, her eyes blinking up at you "Trent told me it" she defended before they were off again.

"You taught her the word snogging??" you turned to him with a scoff "What?!" he exclaimed "The girls were using the word fucking so I told them not to say that and to say snog instead, choose your word woman!" he defended making you laugh "Okay okay, snogging is much better than fucking"

"Exactly" he smiled in victory as you continued to walk.

You'd never felt this kind of peace before in your life. It had always been something, something unsettling. But right now, right now it felt like peace, like nothing was hard or confusing. Everything was clear and you were happy, happiest you'd ever been.

And it all felt like it was coming together, peace had finally landed.

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cher-rei · 2 months

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afterglow- pt.5 [ T.A.A ]

pairings: trent alexander arnold x fem!reader

summary: young and aspiring marketing and business major jamie carter (you) is privileged with working alongside the liverpool marketing and public relations team while also getting entangled with their star player and right back, trent alexander arnold.

genre(s): friends to lovers, workplace romance, fluff

[wc: 5.4k] [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 6] [part 7] [part 8]

notes: it's finally here!! only took like 70 years.

a few months had passed since you were first employed. it was now late november, and oh boy had it been an interesting yet stressful few months not just for you, but the team as well.

robbo and thiago were out due to injuries, and there was no telling when they were coming back. your mum was breathing down your neck all the way from london, asking when you were finally coming to visit seen as it's been nearly a year, your nephew alex was sick with chicken pox and in order to stay in your healthy state you decided to stay with your dad for 2 weeks.

and now you were sitting in the booth beside clara, your knee bouncing up and down as you watched manchester city eat your team up alive with 30 minutes left on the clock.

how fun.

oh, and did I mention that you and trent hadn't gotten the opportunity to have a proper conversation in nearly 2 weeks...

it was going so well. there wasn't really telling what "it" was, but you felt it. you felt it whenever he smiled at you, whenever he replied to you story or commented on your Instagram posts, when he would ask you to join him for his session in the gym instead of taking your break in the cafeteria— and sure as hell when he gave you that look.

the one you caught him giving you from the other side of the room. even if you weren't looking you could feel his gaze boring into your head and it took every nerve in your body not to look back at him. you were too afraid of drowning yourself in even more delusions.

but that bit of time that you shared was cut short after a surprise appearance at the luton match two weeks prior.

the surprise was dressed in a liverpool jersey with trent's number at the back and by the look on his face when he saw, it didn't take a lot for you to realise that it was his jersey.

you don't even know how she got into the tunnel, but she didn't waste a second and jumped into his arms. you watched his facial expression flicker from utter confusion to slight hurt. but why?

she pulled away from the hug and beamed up at him, "did you miss me?"

that was a sign to keep your distance.

there wasn't anything going on between you anyway. perhaps just a slight moment, a flicker of something more, but it didn't last, and you didn't bother either.

before you knew it, the ref had finally blown the whistle for full-time not too long after trent managed to score a goal. that boy was nothing short of a miracle.

"I think we need to consider putting haaland into a temporary coma," you suggested jokingly as you followed ali and virgil through the tunnel and of course only ali found it somewhat funny, whereas virgil narrowed his eyes at you.

you raised your hands in defense, "I was kidding."

the team's captain let out an unconvincing hum and opened the changing room door for you to enter before the post-match interview. he continued to go on about how the team just wasn't on their a game today, meaning that their heads were all elsewhere.

"we were nervous that's all, and I'm sure the stats will be more of a tell tale for that," he said and sat down on the bench with a sigh.

you let out a scoff, "save that for the interview not me. but seriously," your face scrunched in slight emphathy, "they were practically walking through you."

virgil sat up at the comment and was just about to answer when someone else chimed in. "first of all!"

your head dropped at the sound of cutis' voice as he entered the room. "you try running around for 90 minutes with expectations as big as virgil's forehead."

the room fell silent, and you immediately expected virgil to have curtis stuffed inside one of the lockers, but to everyone's surprise, he just nodded in agreement.

after a few minutes of banter, virgil left for the post-match interview, leaving everyone else to gather their things and get them to the bus which you were more than delighted to do. it had been a tiring week, work hours were insane even though you were barely at the office.

if you weren't prepping for the extra content that you'd be shooting the following week, then you were making phone calls to sponsors, answering journalists, finalising any media content that needed to put out on time or overseeing practices then you were sleeping.

even now as you were sitting on the bus beside dominik, while your eyes averted their focus from your laptop that was situated on your lap to your phone in your hand with clara's chat open.

"okay, I see you, multitasker," he said with an impressed chuckle that managed to make your eyes roll. he leaned over your shoulder a bit to get a better look at the email displayed on your laptop screen.

"dear ms carter," he began with mock enthusiasm. "regarding my previous email blah blah-- boring."

you couldn't help but stifle a laugh at his lack of interest, knowing very well how he felt. "is this all you do? reply to boring emails?"

your nose scrunched in disagreement at the question. "without these boring emails you'd be living in shambles. and besides," a sigh escaped your lips as you finished typing your response. "my job is more than just emails. I get to travel, I get to meet awesome people--"

"--awesome people like me of course," dominik interjected with a grin and you pursed your lips.

"I was talking about literally anyone else."

"she was talking about me!" mo yelled from the back and you nodded in absolute agreement.

"so are you making the trip or not?"

you've been on the same phone call for the past ten minutes, trying to be reasonable with someone as stubborn as a 7-year-old before their bedtime on a friday.

and you were starting to think that winning this battle was pointless, because he'd get his way regardless.

"I have a busy schedule, bro I've been telling you this. I start filming today and--"

"--you can take two days off jamie. please."

you let out an exasperated sigh as you stepped out onto the training field, where the camera crew were setting up, and giving the team a rundown of how today was going to play out.

"I still have a job to do you know? just because they're not playing doesn't mean I don't have things to do," your answer came out more sarcastic than you intended but he just wasn't listening.

"you're lucky that I didn't ask for you to stay the entire month and asked for a weekend instead. I'd be happy with anything at this point."

okay, he had a point there. and you were starting to get fed up with this back and forth, knowing that you weren't going to get your way.

you barely found time for yourself, but now that you though about it an off weekend didn't sound too bad.

you let out a sigh, "I still need to go back home to london to see my mum."

a loud bang echoed through the receiver end, "you'll find time to see her. the flight is already booked, you'll be gone by tuesday and back for thursday for your match. you won't be missing out."

once again, there was no point in arguing so you just hummed in response, a ghost of a smile present on your lips. "you better make that week worth it."

what was the point in staying for a few days? might as well stay from the tuesday till the following monday. you already told jurgen about it, complaining about how persistent the boy was being but the team's manager wasn't helping your case and instead suggested that you go.

"don't be boring jamie. it's not like we're going to die on this side without you."

"week??" the excitement was evident in his voice, and you tried so hard to fight back a smile, but what came next was enough to make you beam.

"that goal will be for you, i promise. i'll even do some stupid shit to make sure everyone knows that it's for you."

fucking sweet talker.

"shut up, I'm leaving bye."

when you ended the call, you were immediately called over by one of the directors so you could be miced up. you spent a few minutes running through the agenda for the team's newest series, Up! The Reds!

it took forever to think of a good name so don't even. you had the entire media team sit in for a meeting just for a good title until you just settled for this one. it was a process okay...

every week, along with Inside Training, an episode of at least 30 minutes would be uploaded where the team would compete in various challenges and games against each other with you as a host. so for this week's episode, you figured that you'd start out with a field day segment.

three legged races, sack races, an egg and spoon race, and musical chairs.

nothing like grown men doing preschool field day challenges.

spamjam._. added to their story

"welcome to the first episode of Up! The Reds!"

you heard a snort from the group of boys on either side of you. "that's the title?" curtis called out, trying to suppress his laughter and you forced a smile at the camera.

"how about you stop talking and let me do my job?" you asked passive-aggressively, the smile deepening into that of irritation and he quickly apologised and cleared his throat, ushering for you to continue.

when you were finally done with the introduction, you had everyone play a quick of rock paper scissors to split them into pairs for the first game, the three legged race.

"okay so we have kostas and macca, mo and ibou--" a laugh escaped your lips as you paired the two up and handed them the bandana, ibou taking it with a heavy sigh and a head shake.

he walked mo's way, complaining about how he was going to have him dragging on the floor but everyone was too busy laughing to even consider that slight issue. "It's for the entertainment, it's fine," virgil spoke up and pat him on the back.

you cleared your throat and got back to reading out the groups with a smile. "dom and jarell, cody and darwin, ali and virgil- oh I love that. joe and endo, and lastly curtis and shorty."

harvey walked past you with a look of disgust, obviously having to look up at you. "I hate you."

"what?" you bent down a bit and put you hand to your ear. "I can't hear you."

that had the entire media crew doubling over, and you couldn't help but feel a swarm of warmth spread through your chest. you didn't quite know why, but you didn't ponder and let the moment flow naturally.

once everyone had calmed down, you clutched tighter onto the last bandana in your hand when trent spoke up. "what about me?"

a smile drew to your lips and you lifted the bandana in your hand, waving it from side to side. "you're with me. it's bonding time. literally."

it didn't take too long for everyone to actually get into the line. the winners would be decided via process of elimination, two pairs at a time until there was a winning team. nothing complicated. the first pairs to compete with each other were ali and virgil, and kostas and macca.

the rest of the team sat along the side to watch the race, cameras out and excited smiles while they cheered for their teammates. the distance that they were wasn't too long you hoped, but you needed something good enough for their too be a struggle.

"ready... set... go!" you blew your whistle and they were off with waddles and screams of struggle. it was a mess right from the get-go and you loved every bit of it.

you watched as virgil and ali struggled, and surprisingly kostas and macca were in the lead.

while they screamed and tried to find a rhythm, nearly tipping over multiple times, kostas and macca's counting could be heard as they kept their determined eyes on the ground. "one, two. one, two. one, two."

the early afternoon air was filled with laughter and screaming as everyone enjoyed the array of games that were set out for them. from an absolute mess, and nearly breaking their legs in the three-legged race, and to the smart idea of playing catch with am egg, to endo rolling around in the sack to finish line instead of hopping, and to the wwe showdown of musical chairs that you won.

"you cheater," trent said as he got up from the floor while you sat on the last chair, a proud smile on your face as the rest of the team applauded you.

he walked over to you with a smile of disbelief, trying to argue his point. "you can't kick the chair away and throw me to the floor. that's such a foul."

you shrugged innocently, "tactics my boy."

you wrapped up filming after 4 hours, and you were happy to say that everyone had a good time. it was finally time to go home though, and you needed a shower immediately.

you bid your goodbyes to everyone and hopped into your car without a second thought, your mind drifting off until you got home to hear the most heartwarming call of your name.

"jamie!"

"alex!"

when you were done settling in for the evening, as usual, you spent some time cutting down on the clips of today's filming before you could send them back to the filming crew for final editing. you sat at your desk with one leg up on your chair covered by a blanket and some snacks as you watched through the clips.

you caught yourself laughing more than you hoped. you thought back to your time in the field during all of this, and a smile drew to your lips, then you felt your eyes fixate on someone. your eyes unknowingly followed his every motion, watching as the distance between the two of you decreased as you spoke to each other.

it felt a bit awkward at first when you partnered up with trent but as time progressed the atmosphere eased back into its comfortability. in the moment it didn't feel like much because your mind was occupied with other things but now that you were watching everything back, you could get a closer look at certain things. and then you caught it.

the look.

you were trying to help darwin get the egg on the spoon, standing nowhere near trent but his eyes were on you. a glint of something in his eyes. but that was the issue.

it was only something. the feeling was frustrating, and it was worse that you couldn't even act on it. he had a girlfriend or whatever she was. her name was skylar, and judging by the look robbo gave her the day she came back— she must've done something wrong.

normally you would let this thing with trent play out and entertain it out of curiosity but you had to push your feelings to the side and suck up whatever pride you had and accept that he had someone... kind of.

a heavy sigh left your lips and you ran your fingers through your hair. "fucking hell jamie."

just as you were about to shut off your pc and take refuge under your bed covers, your phone began to ring. it was almost pitiful to see how quickly you answered the call the second you saw it was trent.

"hey, are you busy?"

your breath hitched at the sound of his voice.

pathetic.

your eyes roamed your room in contemplation. "uh, no. I just finished cutting down some clips for editing." you blinked a few times at the silence, "why?"

trent's chuckle vibrated through the speaker and you swear you could feel it in your stomach. "I just felt like calling you."

your eyes widened a fraction. "oh."

OH????

"yeah." there was a beat of silence, neither of you knowing what to say. "do you want to go for a drive?"

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melanieph321 · 2 months

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Ruben Dias/Trent Alexander Arnold x Reader - Dark Rivarly Part 1/15

Yeah, y'all ain't ready.

Don't even think you're ready cuz you're not.

Part 2 and 3 are already out on my Patreon for FREE!

Reader is Trent Alexander Arnold's twin sister. The two have been inseparable since childbirth, more so now when Reader is fresh out of university looking for a job, crashing at her brother's place whilst doing so. One day Reader gets a job offer that she cannot refuse, however it would mean working for her brother's biggest rival in football, Ruben Dias.

Enjoy!

"Y/N!"

It was six in the morning and Trent was already shouting.

"Y/N!"

You groaned, grabbing a pillow and smothering it against your ears. His footsteps emerged from down the hall and just like when you were kids, he had no respect for your privacy.

"Y/N, did you take my....."

He yanked the door open to the sight of you pretending to be asleep. He gasped, seeing you wear his Liverpool knee socks.

"I knew it, you fucking..."

Or to you they were knee socks, perfect for sleeping in.

"Hey?"

You twisted in bed, kicking your feet as you were suddenly being attacked.

"Aha. I knew you were bluffing." Trent exclaimed, and continued yanking the socks off your feet. "How about you buy your own clothes rather than stealing mine?"

"Why would I do that when you wear the same size as a girl?"

Trent got the socks off your feet, however your words made his cheeks grow red.

"How about you stop treating my closet like a fucking shopping mall you homeless parasite!" He stormed out of the room to the sound of your laughter. You had definitely struck a nerve.

"Technically, I'm not homeless. I'm job hunting." You said, after getting out of bed, entering the kitchen to make yourself some breakfast. Trent was washing the dishes, using the running water as an excuse to ignore you.

"I promise to be out of here once I get a job."

"And when will that be?" He muttered, shutting off the water. "You can't be job hunting for five years Y/N. How about we call it for what it is."

"Which is?"

His smile was spiteful. "Unemployment."

You pout your lips. "You're very mean whenever you have a game coming up, did you know that?"

He rolled his eyes, setting up the plates to dry. You watched him gather his things, getting ready to leave for the day. His team had a light training session ahead of their game tonight.

"Grandma will be at the train station at twelve." He informed. "Are you picking her up or should I give mom and dad a call, tell them to do it?"

"I'll do it." You nodded.

"Cool thanks."

"In one condition...."

He had turned around, reaching for the door handle. He sighed having to face you again, knowing damn well that whatever was about to come out of your mouth was not going to be to his benefit.

"What?"

"I'm going to need the keys to the Bentley."

"For what? To pick up Granny?"

You shrugged. "Take it or leave it."

Trent muttered under his breath, reaching for the keys in his pocket. It was amusing, seeing him give in so easily. The perks of being two minutes older than him. Technically you were twins, but on paper you were also his big sister.

He tossed you the keys.

"Have a nice day." You smiled.

He ignored you, slamming the door on his way out.

The silence that followed was soothing. Outside the sun was shining and you could simply feel it, the start of a wonderful day.

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"Grandma please, we're gonna be late. You don't need another Chanel bag."

You had spent all day tending to her needs. When the time came, getting your high maintenance grandmother to the football stadium was nearly impossible.

"You're late." Your patients said, stating the obvious as the two of you arrived at Anfield.

"Well, blame Grandma. She forgot to pack her scarf so we got her a new one, but of course the whole day then turned into a shopping spree."

Grandma was a retired seamstress, who still tended to a few shops where she lived in Manchester. Nevertheless fashion was her passion, some of it having rubbed off on you, however not as much that would make you run late to an inter-city football derby.

"How is Trent doing?" You asked, searching for him out on the pitch. You spotted him in seconds, enjoying the fact that he looked cooked already. The game had only been running for twenty five minutes.

"Manchester City looks to be a real challenge this year." Your dad said.

"Good." You muttered.

Ever since you were a kid you had the habit of rooting for whichever team that Trent wasn't rooting for, especially if the game was shown on the TV, and his team was losing. Liverpool seemed to be losing big today. Their coach was seen gesticulating vividly on the sidelines, shouting at the players to get their shit together.

"What's he doing?"

At some point a fight broke out and you were grinning at the fact that Trent was involved. They'd usually have him somewhere in the back, playing on the right side of the pitch, during this game however, he was seen running around in the middle getting into more trouble than he should.

"What's he doing, ref!!" Your dad stood up and shouted in protest, along with other fans in the stands. It looked to be some of the City boys giving Trent trouble after a fair but hard tackle that he made on one of the younger players on their team. There was one guy in particular that seemed to be all up in Trent's face, shouting at him, deliberately giving him shit. At one point Trent must have had enough because he ended up shoving the guy, to little effect however because the guy was huge and immovable. Nevertheless, it was all downhill from that, Trent ended up getting booked by the referee and his coach must have decided it would be best to send him off quite early into the second half of the match. It was safe to say that Trent wasn't happy when your family returned home.

"It was that dickhead Dias fault." He snapped, having slammed every door that he had stumbled upon on his way through the house to the living room.

"Please Trent, it's just a game." Your mother said, trying to calm him down.

"Yes but why was I the only one that got sent off? The referee didn't even bother to book any of the City players that came at me. You saw it, didn't you Dad?"

"I saw it son. We all did. It was complete bollocks."

You snorted.

Trent frowned. "What's so funny?"

You shrugged. "I dunno, maybe when you tried shoving that guy but ended up falling back yourself. That was pretty funny."

"Y/N." Your parents sighed. Grandma however, slapped her knee as her head tossed back with her laughter, fueling your own.

"Oh, so this is funny to you?" Trent stood, his expression trembling with rage. "How about I shove you and then let's see who's laughing."

"Trent!"

Your parents held him back, nevertheless you didn't even flinch. Everyone knew that out of the two of you Trent couldn't fight.

"Y/N, apologize to your brother. He's had a rough day." Your mother demanded.

"So? It's a part of life. Sometimes we get booked, sometimes we don't."

"You think you're so funny." Trent said, through gritted teeth. "Let's see who gets the last laugh."

A jolt of your heart. "You wouldn't."

He smirked. "Mom, Dad, Y/N has been lying to you about her internship in London."

"What do you mean?" They frowned. Even Grandma looked unsure.

"Trent." You warned him.

He ignored you.

"She's been unemployed for five years, crashing on people's couches. Her university friends must have gotten tired of her because she's been living with me for the past three months, eating my food, stealing my socks. She's never even offered to help pay rent.

"You didn't."

Trent was the only person in the room with a smile on his face, your parents on the other hand....

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trentslocss · 4 months

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Happy as ever pt.2 -TAA

Pairing: Reader x Dad!Trent Alexander Arnold

Warnings: None. As fluffy as fluff can be.

Plot: Your daughter comes to his game for the first time! Virgil is a good captain so he gives Trent the band so your daughter could brag even more:)

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As soon as your daughter learned how to walk a ball was between her feet. You of course, expected nothing less from her father. She was the miniature and female version of him in every single way, so this was something you accepted before it even happened.

Tina was 5 years old now and started football practice which she was very proud of. Every time she saw one of Trent’s teammates she would go on and on about how she loves her uncles, but her dad is better than them, and she of course took after him (the sassiness also came from we know who).

Even though she loved football in general and adored watching her dad play, you have never taken her to Anfield. She was still small and both you and Trent thought it was too loud and too much for her to handle. But as she was growing older she has become more stubborn than the both of you together (that may have come from you, but you would never admit that in front of your husband).

“Mommy I wanna go see daddy playyy! Let’s go pleeeeeeeeease.” your daughter begged as you sat on the couch with Trent, but you didn’t listen to her. She couldn’t get everything she wanted, at least that’s what you were trying to teach her. But when she moved into Trent’s view, and shone him those puppy dog eyes, he couldn’t resist. “Y/N maybe we could let her go once…” he whispered so only you could hear and see. The truth is you wanted to take her, you were just scared something could happen and you didn’t want her to associate her father’s career and his whole life with something bad. You couldn’t let that happen.

After some negotiating, begging, persuading and a lot of puppy dog eyes pointed to your better half, you both agreed to let her go with you. “Yesss. We’ll crash stinky United, right daddy” she yelled proudly, and Trent looked at you with a face that said ‘I never taught her that’, but you knew he was lying. You had already heard their secret conversations about United way too many times.

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Game day came too soon. You had woken up that morning from the sound of a falling object. As you walked into your bathroom with groggy eyes you saw your husband braiding your daughter’s hair, hair brushes and bands falling to the floor one after the other. “You gotta have a pretty hairstyle for the game princess. Everyone has to know I have the prettiest daughter in all of Liverpool” he said to her while tying her last braid as she giggled, looking at you through the mirror. You smiled at them, looking at their identical features which always made you melt.

Anfield was packed with supporters as you entered the family and friends section of the red and white stands with your daughter in your arms. You were both wearing Trent’s jerseys, but Tina insisted on wearing the whole kit (including the boots!) so she could show off to people about how she also played football like her daddy.

As the players started emerging on the green field, Trent waved in your direction, making Tina ecstatic “That’s my dad! He’s the captain! Wave back to him!” She said to Andy and Virgil’s wives which made them die out of laughter.

When the first ball was in the goal, your daughter was jumping up and down, singing along to the fans’ songs and hugging you. “My dad assisted uncle Salah, just like I did on my game yesterday!!!!”

Trent had another assist in the record. He had been in many goal chances, but he didn’t score. “Come on dad I know you can score. Teach those bastards how it’s done” She yelled making absolutely everyone laugh, except for you, you would have to have a talk with Trent about swear words in front of the kid.

It was the 89th minute, Liverpool was sure to win it. While everyone was happy with the result and already singing about winning the game, Tina was still tense and focused. She knew he could do it, and he did.

“THAT’S MY DAD! THE ONE WHO SCORED!” she ran to the edge, screaming as Trent pointed at her and showed a heart, everyone jumping on him and the whole stadium cheering him on.

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“Daddy!” your daughter jumped on Trent as you passed the tunnel, hugging him tighter than she ever did. “I knew you could do it, I kept telling mommy you would score! And you did!” Trent giggled as he kissed her cheek, putting her down and taking her hand. “Did you like the game?” he asked, walking down to you and kissing your cheek too. She would usually say eww and separate you two, but she was too invested in commenting the game to care. “Oh dad I loved it! The goal was phenomenal!”

As you were getting ready to go home, she found another victim, Virgil. “Uncle Virg did you know I’m also captain? Just like my dad?” “Oh really? Must mean you’re a great player then” he giggled and tickled her a bit. “Yeah! One day I’m gonna play for Liverpool, just like dad, and I’m gonna break those asses from United just like he did today!”

“Seriously Trent stop swearing around the kid!”

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formulalfc · 5 months

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uncle trent doing the ‘A’ celebration for his niece for the first time and this takes over his emotions and feelings.. he hasnt really thought deep about having kids so soon but that night at home he’s in his feels, all clingy and loving on you saying he can imagine dedicating his goals to your babies in the future and falls in love with the idea of starting a family with you🥺

my ovaries actually can't take this btw, i need him in a way that is concerning to humanity

he's coming home and walking straight over to you where you're sat snug on your sofa and climbs over you to snuggle into your back. he's pressing kisses on your neck and cheek and his hands are resting on your stomach. you're a bit confused but are content to let him snuggle into you cause you really missed him today. he's holding your tummy and thinking about how it would feel if you guys had a baby in there. ever since he had met his baby niece all he could think about was having his own baby with you, his own little family. and so he whispers your name trying to pull your attention away from the tv. he succeeds in doing so, you turn in his arms and face him smiling up at him. he looks down at you realising just how in love with you he is, he pushes some hair behind your ear and leaned down to kiss you before he whispered to you that he wanted a baby with you. he can see your brain short circuit for a second before tears line your eyes and you're like really??? he wants a baby with you??? and he's chuckling a little at you before he tells you all about the little family he's created inside his brain. your first baby would be a boy, who looks like him but has your eyes and your nose, then you'll have a baby girl and she'll be your twin but she'll have trent's personality and they'll be partners in crime. and him and her older brother will make sure no boy goes within 10 feet of her cause she's never allowed to date ever. and you're letting out a little laugh at that but you also have tears running down your face. and when he's finished telling you about his imaginary family your shoving yourself into his chest, chanting yes over and over again. and there's tears in his eyes too but he's laughing and neither of you can wait to start your family together.

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lfcslut · 2 years

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trent alexander arnold x reader

words: 2.8k

warnings: 18+ ONLY! lots of smut, dom/sub, slapping, dirty talk, daddy kink, choking, hair pulling, oral (m/f receiving), edging, unprotected sex

This is something I started last Christmas but never got around to finishing. Essentially, Trent and reader are at his parents’ house for Christmas when Trent has the idea to take things upstairs.

It was your first Christmas with Trent and you wanted things to go perfectly. You were spending it with his family in Liverpool because, well, your family wasn’t exactly the friendliest this time of year. But Trent’s family? Trent’s family was picture-perfect. Over the past year, you had become close with Trent’s family, and he had wanted you to meet them right away after you two started dating. At first, you were intimidated. Even more so then when you met Andy and the others. But slowly you realized that Trent’s family were just people, too, and like you, just wanted to see Trent happy. And he was happy, very happy in fact, with you.

It’s Christmas Eve and you’re sitting in the living room where Trent grew up. While you wait for Mom to bring the eggnog, you stare outside the window into the front lawn, covered with snow, and think about Trent growing up here. You imagine him first learning to dribble and pass in that yard. You imagine him playing in the snow, walking the family dog, running to catch the school bus. By the time Trent comes down and plants himself next to you, you’ve gone through the years in your head and have finally reached present day Trent, the 23 year old who you’ve known for the past year and who you’ve grown to love.

“Hi,” Trent said, his lips curling up in a smile. That smile. Those perfect teeth. You had fallen in love with that smile the first time you laid eyes on it, standing across the bar on that cold December night, waiting for your friends to arrive but instead finding something even better.

“Hi,” you responded, finding his smile contagious and returning it with equal velocity. “How’s dinner coming along?”

Trent loved to cook and he had insisted that he help prepare Christmas Eve dinner. He hadn’t let you even step foot in the kitchen today, despite your protests and insistences. You felt bad because Trent had training today. He hardly ever got a day off.

“Oh, you know, haven’t burned anything yet so I’d say it’s coming along well,” he grinned.

“I can’t wait,” you said, honestly, because you were starting to get hungry.

“What are you thinking, baby?” he whispers in your ear, seeing your smile fading.

He gives you another grin, his hand landing on your thigh. “Wanna go upstairs?” he whispers in your ear. You lean back and stare at him, aghast at what he’s suggesting.

“You’re kidding, right?” Your eyes dart across the room, to the armchair where Trent’s dad and older brother are sitting, chatting about whatever game was going to be on that day. You feel Trent’s hand creep up your thigh, getting closer and closer to that dangerous area that had already started to get wet as soon as Trent had sat down.

“I’m not,” he whispered back, and you jolted as his hand reached towards your inner thigh.

“Baby. We can’t. Not with your entire family down here.”

“They don’t have to know. We’ll be quiet… well, I don’t know if that’s possible for you but we can sure try.” His breath is hot on your neck and it tickles. The burning between your thighs is so tempting and you want to say yes with every fiber in your being.

“Are you sure? What if someone walks in on us…”

“Come on, baby, look around. Everyone’s busy.”

You glance around. You see Tyler and his girlfriend curled up in front of the television. Trent’s mom is in the kitchen, checking on the roast in the oven. You turn to Trent and, before you can stop yourself, you say, “Fine. But we have to make it quick.”

That’s all Trent needed to hear, and before you know it, he’s pulling you up from the couch and darting towards the stairs. You both move so fast that no one downstairs even notices. Once you reach the stairs, you both try your best to tip toe upstairs, but the floorboards creaking are a dead giveaway. Stifling your giggles, you let Trent lead you into his childhood bedroom.

Soccer trophies and Gerrard posters bedazzle the room that Trent grew up in. You take it all in and are amazed that this is the room that raised the boy that you have come to love. What you wouldn’t give to have known him back then, to have grown up together, to have grown in love together.

But before your mind can wander any further, Trent has shut the door and pulled you onto the bed. You look into his deep, dark brown eyes, those big puppy dog eyes that make your heart melt every time, those eyes that could make you do anything, even something as crazy as… this. And before you know it, your lips are on his, and your tongues are entangled with each other. You reach your arms around him, feeling the muscles on his biceps and his back, pulling him closer with every kiss, wishing that you could melt into one another to the point where you couldn’t tell where he ended and you began.

“Baby, please,” you whisper in his ear when you finally come up for a breath. Understanding immediately, he nods and his lips move to your neck, caressing every inch of you, sucking and kissing so hard that you know it will leave a mark but you’re so entrenched in euphoria that you don’t even care. “Mmmm,” you moan, but Trent suddenly stops kissing, whispering in your ear, “Baby, you can’t be doing that now, remember? Gotta be quiet.” You nod understandingly and Trent’s lips move back to your neck, where they belong. Your arms reach towards his shirt and beckon it to come off him. He pulls off his shirt, revealing his beautiful, long torso. You run your hands across his body and instinctively pull him closer.

“Your turn,” he says, his hands reaching for your Christmas sweater and pulling it off you with one swoop. His hands then turn to your bra, fussing with it and pulling it partially off of you, but not completely. He’s too impatient, he can’t be bothered to mess around with the clasps, and instead he pulls your breast into his mouth, flicking his tongue over your nipple and making you clench up in pleasure. You can’t help it, you let out a soft moan, and once again, Trent stops licking and says, “Baby. Gotta keep it down, silly.” You can’t help it, how are you supposed to keep quiet when this boy on top of you knows just how to use his tongue to send you over the edge. You can’t help but let out a smile and say, “Sorry, daddy.”

Oops, you’ve done it now. The magic word. This gets Trent going unlike anything else, and before you know it, his hands are all over your breasts and his mouth is everywhere, moving down your torso, towards your underwear. He breathes hot air on top of your cotton underwear – you didn’t think you would be getting any tonight, so you didn’t bother to wear anything nice underneath. He pulls them off and instantly his lips are on your clit, sucking and licking as if he’s never seen anything quite like it before. Your toes curl up and you grab his hair, not knowing what else to hold onto. It takes everything you have in you to not wail out in pleasure. Instead, a flood of wetness escapes you, and you can feel Trent’s lips turn upwards into a grin at your feedback. “You like that, baby?” he whispers into your pussy, and you can barely muster out a “Mmmhmm.” He hums into your pussy and before you can even prepare yourself, his finger is inside of you, hitting the exact spot that only he knows how to hit.

You can feel the heat building inside of you and you know that you’re close. At that exact moment, without any warning, he puts another finger in you and your head hangs back in pleasure. “Fuck, baby!” you whisper, feeling the pressure building and knowing you can’t hold it much longer as he curves his fingers, hitting that perfect spot over and over again.

“Baby, I think I’m close - I think I’m gonna -” and before you can even finish the sentence, pleasure washes over you as you come with a whimper. Your legs are shaking and for a second, you both just lay there, not able to talk or think straight. When Trent finally looks up at you, his lips wet with your juices and his eyes wide like a puppy, you realize that you could just take him right then and there and you don’t even care who hears. He takes a wet finger and puts it to your lips, beckoning you to open. You oblige.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispers with a smile as you lick your own juices off of him, the taste of your own body turning you on more than you would like to admit.

“Your turn,” you say with a coy smile, and Trent can’t help but let out a little groan at this. He stands up quickly and you help him with his joggers and boxers. His dick is already hard as he strokes it a few times, pre-cum glistening at the tip. You feel yourself becoming wet again, needing his fullness inside of you. You kiss the tip of his cock and lick his shaft up and down.

“Oh fuck, baby,” Trent lets out, louder than he probably intended, but you don’t stop, you can’t stop even if you wanted to. You take his entire length in your mouth, gagging in the process, and this only makes Trent moan even more. You run your tongue up and down his shaft, using your hands at the same time. You never liked the taste of dick before you met Trent. Now, you can’t get enough of it.

“Pretty little slut taking my dick so well” he says, looking down at you and pulling your hair into a bunch so he can get a better look at your mouth. “Fuck, you do that so good,” he says as you take all of him in, his eyes closing and head turning up to the ceiling. Tears begin to well in your eyes and roll down your cheeks, and you know you’re going to have to redo your makeup before you go back downstairs. When you finally come up for a breath, he pulls you up and plants a kiss on you, tasting himself on you.

“Bend over,” he commands, and you don’t dare refuse.

“Yes, daddy,” you whisper, praying that no one downstairs has noticed your absence and ventured upstairs looking for you. Trent positions himself behind you, lining his massive cock against your entrance. The juices on your folds coat him. “You ready, baby?” he asks, always making sure you’re okay before he starts. You nod, and that’s all that he needs to slam his dick inside of you. The stinging sensation quickly turns into pleasure as you acclimate to him, and it takes all of the strength you can muster to not shout out right then and there.

The heat of his cock filling you up is enough to bring you to tears as you grab onto the pillow next to you, putting your face into, and stifling a moan. “Fuck,” he whispers, as he pulls his cock out and you moan at the emptiness you suddenly fell. “Please, daddy,” you whisper, and he obliges as he enters you again completely. He begins to thrust back and forth, pulling his foot up onto the bed for more leverage, and you can’t believe how good he fills you up.

“So fucking tight, baby. You’re taking daddy’s cock so well,” he leans forward and whispers in your ears, his arms reaching around you to play with your tits. The stimulation of his dick inside your walls and his fingers flicking your nipples is enough to bring you to the edge.

“Daddy, please, don’t stop.” The pleasure is too much and you can’t help yourself - you begin to fuck him back, matching his rhythm as you thrust back into him, but just as you do, Trent suddenly stops and exits you.

“Baby?” you ask worriedly, turning back around to look at him.

“I know you didn’t just do that,” Trent whispers, his eyes dark as he stares at you. “Good girls don’t do that.”

You finally realize what he’s saying, and it only makes you even more wet. “I’m sorry, daddy. How can I make it up to you?” you say, batting your eyelashes, feigning apology, but secretly knowing that once Trent gets like this, you’re about to have the best fuck of your life.

“You’ve been a naughty girl. And naughty girls need to be punished.” A moan escapes your mouth. “Turn around,” Trent says, his eyes filled with lust and rage.

You do as you’re told and turn to face him, lying down on the bed.

“You’re not going to make a sound. Understood?”

You nod.

Trent brings his mouth down to your pussy, lapping at all of the juices that have accumulated before kissing your sensitive clit. “So wet, aren’t you, baby?” He lines his cock up at your entrance once again. “Remember, make a peep, and I stop.” You nod vigorously, aching for him to be inside of you once more. Trent takes a second - a second that feels like an hour to you - and coats himself in your juices once again before shoving inside of you.

You moan out, and you know that they must have heard you downstairs this time, but you don’t care. It feels too fucking good. He lifts one of your legs up and brings it over your shoulder, the angle letting him fill you completely. You bring a fist to your mouth and bite down, trying your hardest to not let out a moan.

Trent lets out a laugh as he continues to thrust in and out of you. “Not so easy to be quiet, is it, baby? Too used to using that pretty mouth of yours, huh?” He puts a hand to your stomach. “Can you feel me in here baby? How does it feel?”

You bite down even harder, knowing that if you made a sound, Trent would keep good on his word and pull out. He moves his hand to your throat, squeezing it harder than he had ever squeezed it before. Your legs tighten and your pussy clenches around his dick, making him let out a small moan. You can tell he’s close as his thrusts become slower and longer, trying not to come before you were ready.

“Who’s fucking you this good, baby?” he asks, taking one hand and slapping you across the cheek. It isn’t hard enough to hurt, but it stings, and you feel some of your juices leak out onto the sheets. “Let me hear you baby. Use that pretty mouth of yours.”

You finally let out a moan and say, “You are, daddy.” He’s squeezing your throat so hard that you can barely stutter.

He takes a finger and rubs it against your clit as his thrusts hasten. He leans forward, bringing his lips to your ears and whispering, “How good am I fucking you?”

“So good. So good, daddy.”

“That’s right. Let everyone downstairs know how much of a slut you are.”

“Fuck.” You feel the pressure building inside of you once more and you know you won’t be able to last longer.

“You ready to come for me, baby?” You nod, and he leans back, his thrusts becoming sloppier and more intense as he continues to rub your clit. You begin to whimper, begging for him to finish so that you can finally let your second orgasm wash over you.

“Cum inside me. Fill me up and make me yours,” you whimper, and just as you say that, Trent lets out a yelp as he shoots his warm load into your throbbing pussy. The feeling of him filling you up brings you to your orgasm too, your pussy clenching around his dick as he stays inside of you while you ride out your high, ensuring that his juices stay inside of you.

It’s only after the orgasm has washed over you that Trent finally pulls out and collapses next you. Neither of you say a word, both trying to catch your breath. Finally, you turn to him, your cheeks turning red as the reality of what you just did finally hitting you.

“Think they heard us?” you ask, not wanting to know the answer to the question.

“I don’t know, but to be honest, I don’t care. That was fucking amazing, Y/N,” he leans over and gives you a kiss.

You let out a giggle. “Maybe we should come to your parents more often, then.”

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judes-hoe · 5 days

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AHH imagine dad!trent picking up ur daughter from school and just spending daddy-daughter day with each other🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Writing this cause I’m in a soft mood🥺🥺

You get off work a little later today, so Trent got out of training a little early to pick up your daughter from school. He tells her they’re gonna do a daddy daughter day. She’s so excited to spend the day with her daddy. He took her to get ice cream and out to lunch, took her shopping for some clothes and a pair of shoes(matching with his🥺). She would keep thanking her daddy for the fun day together but he just tells her to expect more in the future. He even buys her a new toy she’s been wanting and he thinks she deserves it for doing well and behaving well in school. When you get home from work your daughter runs to you telling you all about it and you just look at Trent with a smile.

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trentsgirl · 5 months

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— 🖤 ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

⟡ summary: just a usual, domestic morning with your husband and daughter.

⟡ content: pure fluff, a little short.

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kamari had a strong bond with her daddy, which was undeniable. she often chose to be with him, sitting on his lap while playing or watching cartoons. she even preferred to be fed by trent rather than anyone else.

one thing she absolutely loved was when he took care of her hair.

kamari’s curly hair required about ten minutes of attention every morning, and she always looked forward to trent gently braiding and applying products to her hair when she woke up.

after carefully considering trent’s question, kamari responded, “i really want ice cream for my birthday.” her eyes sparkled with excitement as she thought about her favorite dessert.

trent chuckled softly as he finished the last few braids.

“you deserve something more special than just ice cream, lovebug. how about some new clothes or toys?” trent suggested, observing kamari’s face light up even more through the bathroom mirror.

“can’t i have all three?” kamari asked eagerly. “ice cream, clothes, and toys!”

you observed the heartwarming interaction from the doorway, enjoying the moment. however, you felt the need to intervene as trent was likely to grant kamari’s wish and spoil her.

“isn’t that too much, sweetheart?” you inquired as you approached them. trent glanced at you, a smile forming on his lips at the sight of you.

kamari pouted her lips in an adorable way, looking at you with her pleading puppy eyes. “too much? that’s no such thing as too much, mommy.”

trent grinned, realizing that she had borrowed that quote from him, as he had often used it when buying you literally anything, even when you refused.

you, however, were not so keen on her reasoning and shook your head. “i’m sorry, baby, but you have to choose between new clothes or toys, alright?”

kamari was not a rude girl. she wouldn’t argue with you. even though she didn’t like having to choose, she couldn’t go against your decision.

“alright..” she reluctantly nodded.

trent finished styling kamari’s hair as you planted a kiss on her cheek to show gratitude for her agreement.

“all done,” trent announced. “do you like it?”

kamari admired her braids in the mirror, a wide smile lighting up her face, bringing warmth to both your and trent’s hearts. she truly was a bundle of joy.

“i love it so much!” she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around trent’s neck. “thank you,daddy!”

trent returned the embrace, gently rubbing her back for comfort. he planted a soft kiss on her hair before letting her go.

“go get your bag ready, i’m driving you to kindergarten, okay?”

kamari eagerly shouted “okay” and hurried from the bathroom to her bedroom.

trent glanced at you and noticed you gazing at him with a sweet and affectionate smile. “why are you looking at me like that?” trent asked bashfully.

you tenderly kissed his forehead and expressed, “i love you so much. thank you for taking care of her hair every morning.”

trent attempted to remain composed, but his efforts were in vain. his face flushed, and his heart swelled with pride as he basked in your admiration.

“i love you too.”

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leviscolwill · 8 months

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— wips ! [what's coming soon :D] (not updated)

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jude doesn't think he needs to improve his image, and you don't think you need a fake relationship to promote your brand new movie. your shared publicist thinks very differently, but the two of you won't make the task easy for her.

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heyhihellosworld · 1 year

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𝗤𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁

Trent Alexander Arnold x reader

Word count: 2k

Summary: Trent may have different motives then his daughter to show up early for football practice

Warnings: Like all fluff, mentions of not present parents

Notes: Love writing for Trent even though this didn't turn out great I liked the idea xx

"Come on baby, you need to get up" Trent spoke softly, carefully shaking the little girl until she stirred awake, blinking with her big beautiful eyes. "Morning" Trent smiled, stepping back and turning on the lamp on the nightstand. "Morning" Bella spoke gruffly, sitting up and smiling back at her dad.

"Come on, we need to leave in twenty min you have a big game today" He encouraged leaving downstairs as she got dressed, already pumped.

Trent was never pushy with his daughter's sports but it came pretty natural that his now eight year old was into football. An crazy amount of backgarden playing and time spent around the arena made it really likely that she would love the sport just as Trent did and he was buzzing about it.

"Eat.... this" he smiled, putting the plate down in front of her as she sat in the chair. "Thank you" she smiled, digging into her breakfast while Trent fixed her hair into a ponytail.

The ride there was short and they were pretty early but Trent was always early to Bella's football. In fact it was the only thing he was ever early too. Why, he would never admit but he liked being around there and despite how much he tried to convince himself that it was only because of the pitch and the atmosphere he knew it was a lie.

The honest reason he was always there early and always stayed around was because of you. He hated how much you intrigued him but he couldn't help it. Since the first day Bella had started in the team he had landed his eyes on you, not being able to take them off until you waved your hand in front of his face, trying to get him to answer your question. He had been all stuttering and red but you found him cute and just as intriguing.

You were just as early as Trent. Your daughter, Chloe jumping out of the car before you'd barely stopped, skipping through the grass and to the main building. The parking was almost empty, only two cars next to yours, the closest one looking a lil familiar and you couldn't help but to smile as you gathered the stuff Chloe had forgotten and followed her over to the pitch next to the building. It was an exiting day for them, a big match in their league.

You dropped the equipment on the ground before looking up, immediately seeing the dark head of hair on the stand, his eyes already watching you as you couldn't help but to smile while walking up to him, sitting down with a sweet hello.

"You're early I see" you grinned, turning to look at him, a tint of pink covering his face as he looked down for a second before meeting your eyes again, his brown eyes making you feel squirmy. "Uh, well you know.. Bella couldn't wait"

You smiled warmly at him, sitting back. You loved how he so easily got flustered and awkward but not in an actual awkward way. "Chloe wasn't any better" you smiled reassuringly. A moment of silence settled between you, not awkward in any way but not pleasant either and your brain racked to get something out.

"So, i've noticed you're always here with Bella" you blabbered out the first thing on your mind, instantly regretting the words as they flew out of your mouth. Your eyes widened and heat consuming your face as you tried to make up something else to say to cover.

Trent chuckled at your panicked expression, catching your eyes with a huge smile "Well you've observed it correctly" he grinned "Bella's mother is not really in the picture anymore, got a new husband and kids so she only take her on breaks and somewhere here and there" he revealed, a hardness taking over his eyes for a second before he realized where he was and who he was with, eyes softening again and an almost guilty expression on his face.

"Oh, i'm sorry" you said lowly, not really knowing what to say to that.

He shook his head, waving you off "I've noticed you're the only one here with Chloe too" he proceeded

"Oh, yeah, her father isn't really interested in football"

"So, you're..." he looked so confused as he tried to word the sentence together, blinking harshly. "I'm married" you ended the sentence for him, looking at his shocked face.

He felt confused, really confused. Had he read all the signals wrong? Had you not flirted back with him all this time, had you not come onto him when he thought you had?

His thoughts where interrupted as you started to laugh, his confused face making it impossible to not to as realisation slowly dawned upon him.

"I'm joking with you. I'm not married. Chloe's father left when she was born, not wanting to take on the responsibility I guess" you said lowly with a small smile

His warm eyes met yours once again "i'm sorry" he mumbled making you chuckle "well it sounds like we both haven't had the luck with baby parents huh"

He grinned at you humming as an answer.

"Hope you don't mind me asking..." you begun, feeling a little shy about getting into these deep subjects. You had only talked light small talk with a little flirting, never about real stuff.

"Ask away"

"Well, how do you make it work? Like you're traveling the world playing football while raising a child"

Trent shrugged "Well, we live close to the training center so regular weeks it's all fine. It gets a bit hard when i'm away on international duty or the time around Christmas where we're traveling all around and having games on weekdays but otherwise it's weekends and then she follows me there. Plus I have an amazing nanny that takes her when I can't. It's not ideal..." he trailed off

You smiled warmly at him "Maybe it's not ideal but you're doing your best"

He smiled at you, his expression thanking you even though he didn't say it out loud. "What do you do for a living?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Well, I'm working on my degree but i'm working extra as a stripper"

Trent's eyes widened, blinking quickly before he realized you were joking again "okay, not funny. Could've totally pictured you in an outfit like that"

You felt your face heat up again, looking away from his intent stare. "Okay shut up" you chuckled, realizing that the joke had come around on you

"No but seriously I work extra at a café, not great money but it's enough, plus her father actually send me money every month, to make up for the loss of care taking I guess" you rolled your eyes at the bare mention, it getting you annoyed to just think about. "But hey he is rich and he sends me more than I need so it's okay I guess"

Trent nodded, "Well sure but it's not enough, is it?" he guessed making you sigh. "I mean he feels some kind of responsibility at least but I'd rather he spent time with Chloe than send me money to not"

Trent nodded understandingly, lips in a slight pout. He was just about to say something when his eyes fleeted away from you and to another mom who had just come close to you.

It was almost time to start the warm-up and people started to fill the area, the other team where already gathered on the other side, hamburger grilling was on and referee and public filled the stands and pitch.

"Oh hi Trent"

You couldn't help but to roll your eyes at the woman who sat down next to Trent. It was no secret Trent was hot nor that every mom and woman on the team wanted him. It was getting pretty annoying to watch but hey, you were just one of them.

"Hi" Trent smiled back awkwardly, scooting a little closer to you which made you smile victoriously. The mom whoever didn't seem to either notice or care about the subtle action but kept on babbling away about her life and her amazing daughter while you kept on rolling your eyes, Trent being way too polite to say anything. He kept humming away and pretending to listen to what she said while in reality he felt annoyed, he had finally started to talk to you for real without being all red and awkward.

Soon the girls came on to the pitch and the mom finally shut up when the whistle blew. It didn't matter that it was ten year old girls playing it drew you in anyway. Bella was the best, there was no doubt but it wasn't weird either, both Trent and Chloe had told you they used to play together a lot when Trent was home.

Twenty minutes in and the whistle blew for half time, the standings being one-one as the team gathered for a ten minutes paus before the last twenty minutes. "Hey, do you want to get something to eat?" Trent said lowly, his face so close to yours his breath fanned your face "Yeah sure" you smiled, standing up and following him down from the stands, enjoying the moms sour looks a little too much.

"Whose mom is she?" Trent almost groaned as you walked towards the outdoor cafeteria van. You couldn't help the chuckle the escaped your lips as you smiled "Lila's, real charming no?" "No" Trent deadpanned as you settled in the line of people, you giggled at his response, shrugging your shoulders. "Well it can't be a surprise can it?" "What?"

"That every woman involved with the team loves you" you shrugged making him laugh "Love me?"

"Well love and love, the love the thought of fucking you and they all want to be the center of your attention"

Trent was quite for a moment before a smile started to pull on his lips "Does that everyone include you as well?" You stopped, suddenly realizing as you sighed but a smile slowly taking over "maybe?" "Oh wow, i'm honored" he joked making you laugh. "What about I take you for dinner then?"

You bit your lip, thinking about the offer. It was everything you'd wanted since that first encounter but still, it was Trent Alexander Arnold and more than that it would be a complicated situation if anything more than diner happened, yet you couldn't get yourself to decline.

"Okay"

"Okay?" he chuckled making you join in "I would like to go to dinner with you" you spelled out for him, the dazzling smile he gave you causing butterflies to swarm in your tummy. "Great, I will text you details, Friday?"

"Mhm" you hummed, thinking over your schedule in your head, "that should work, just need to check with my parents if they can take Chloe"

Trent nodded a ever stuck smile on his face. You were already in front of the line and Trent turned to you after having talking with the cashier "Hamburger?"

"Yes please" you nodded, zooning out a little as he paid and led you to a bench close to the pitch line "Here" he smiled, giving you one of the burgers and settling down two sodas and a bag of candy on the table as well.

"Is this really a part of your famous diet?" you teased "Well, yes.. if nobody finds out about it"

You grinned, tucking into your burger "Don't worry, I'm not gonna spoil your secret"

He grinned back at you, starting to eat as well as silence settled when the game began. Silently he offered you some pieces of candy which you took with a smile and before you knew it the match had ended and you were walking alongside Trent to the parking lot to await the kids.

"So, I will text you details" he hummed "Great, and I'll pay" you hummed back, meeting his eyes as they scrunched up "What, no way"

"Yes way, you paid for lunch" you argued but it was only met with an eye-roll. "Just text me back and don't stand me up and then we can talk about payment" he chuckled, causing a smile to break free on your face. "Sounds like a good deal"

More than that wasn't possible to say as two happy kids came running towards you, happiness radiating off them after having scored two more goals, one each in the seconds half. Resulting in a 3-1 win.

"See you" Trent smiled, as you parted ways, leaving you with a warm feeling as you smiled back, the smile kept on your face until it was time to sleep.

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