#lfc x y/n

[lfc21]

Godparents

Player: Trent Alexander Arnold

TW: Children, party, Fluff

Prompt list: Children

Summary: The news of being godparents sent a feeling of immense pride over you but what about the idea of parents?

You and Trent had been invited to Rachel and Andy's baby shower. Since you had been with Trent you and Rachel had become inseparable besties. The moment you found out Rachel and Andy were going to be parents you could have exploded with pride and excitement. It was like a movie, you and Rachel both cried, laughed and planned about a million things all in the space of one night. What are friends for?

"Thank you so much for coming," Rachel said as you embraced her in a hug. Trent and Andy were already chatting away about their next match and any inside gossip they had heard from within the team. It was always this way - you started altogether but by the end of any occasion it was you and Rachel and the boys left to fend for themselves.

"You're so welcome! I honestly think you have invited the whole of Liverpool" You joked as you looked around at all the people laughing and talking as the summer sun sat on them all. You had to admit the party looked incredible, food everywhere, lots of balloons and the most amazing display of gifts you had ever seen.

"It was Andy" She admitted with a whisper and a roll of her eyes. "Half of the Scotland squad are here as well" Rachel added as she leaned closer to your ear with a whisper as she didn't want anyone to hear her complaints. You both quickly grabbed a drink before heading towards all of the other WAGs. You loved days like this - nice dresses, lots of drinks and enjoying yourselves.

"Everyone I would like to make a speech" Andy shouted as he tapped a fork onto a glass champagne flute. The conversations stopped and everyone found their way to their partners or designated groups. Trent was soon at your side and wrapped his arm around your waist as he pushed his sunglasses onto his face, you couldn't deny how good he looked. "Rachel could you come here for a second" He added in his famous Scottish accent. "So as you all know in two months' time me and Rachel will be welcoming our first baby into the world" Andy explained with clear pride written all over his face.

"Go on son!" Jordan shouted from behind you with a punch into the air causing heaps of laughter to bellow through the garden. You couldn't help but find amusement in the captain's very immature yet funny actions.

"Thanks for that skipper," Andy said with a nod to his familiar captain standing proudly at the back with a very embarrassed wife on his side. "As the time approaches we wanted to surprise very two friends of ours with some news" He added trying to explain the need for this big speech.

"So" Rachel and Andy both said in unison as if they had rehearsed that very line.

"Trent and y/n would you do the honours of being our Godparents?" Rachel asked with a huge wide smile. You couldn't believe your ears. Trent ran straight for Andy jumping into his embrace as if he had just scored a winning penalty. You quickly made your way straight to Rachel with the biggest smile. She embraced you in the tightest hug before being both crushed by Andy and Trent wanting to join in. You couldn't have asked for a better moment altogether. You heard all the cheers and congratulations from behind you and were filled with such honour and grace to be a part of such an amazing family.

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You sat on the end of your bed pulling off your heels and tying your hair up. The madness of today shed a feeling of exhaustion on you and all you wanted was your bed and cuddles from Trent.

"Can you believe we're going to be godparents?" Trent asked as he wandered out of the bathroom door and back into your shared room. He had nothing but his boxers on and you were sure you were about to make yourself parents and never mind in the name of God.

"I know it is amazing" You softly replied with a smile as he sat himself down behind you. His arms wrapped around your waist as his head fell into the cruck of your neck. His warm skin was against yours as the comforting feeling of his being fell all over you.

"You're going to be the best god mum" Trent explained with a giggle as he shut his eyes and wondered about you as a mum, not just a god mum but a mum to his children. Your children. You didn't need to say any words you simply turned around and grasped your hands onto his cheeks and locked your lips with his. He was irresistible, he was everything you wanted, and he was yours. Maybe this was the start of your tiny family?

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[trentlife]

JET SKI'S AND PAPS

summary: end of season vacation, one day you both go on a jet ski, & can't keep your hands off each other until the half expected appears behind you both

warnings: fluff, adult language

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the sun gazing down on your half covered skin, whilst you laid down in your cream beige bikini on the soft white hammock, in the middle of the bora bora island, living your best life.

yours and trent's relationship was rather private, you didn't like the idea of the whole situation of having to deal with the publicity and also the amount of social media following.

you where happy, probably the happiest you'd felt in months, meeting trent nearly 2 years ago changed you for the better. it was like he was your soulmate and god made you both coincidentally meet at your best friends boyfriends party. he was everything you wanted in a man, how kind and generous he was to you and your own family all the time.

the time was now 4pm and you heard the sound of a camera click which caught your attention. you opened your eyes to see a rather tall, handsome man hovering over you with his polaroid in his hand. the camera went literally everywhere with him on this holiday, him and his best friend jude have a strange obsession.

"what are you doing?" you asked, with the sun blinding your eyes.

"have you seen how fire you look? that bikini compliments you so well, and even the tits and ass." he mumbled so you wouldn't hear him.

"sorry what was that at the end?" you heard what he said, but hearing him say it turned you on.

"you heard me" he giggled kneeling down to come and join you on hammock.

his soft, smooth hands wrapped around your waist as his half naked body laid beside you with his head tucking into your neck.

"im so in love with it here, i feel like i may even like it more than the maldives" you looked over the crystal blue ocean and shared your thoughts.

"wow i thought you where going to say your so in love with me" trent rolled his eyes being sarcastic.

"trent, i literally tell you every single day, might actually even be hour, how much i love you." you curled your arm around his neck while his head laid on your chest. he looked up to you and you cupped his cheeks and gave him 3 pecks.

he laughed and placed his hand on your boob and closed his eyes and he slowly drifted off into a nap, and not long after, you did the same.

30 minutes later, you where woken up by the feeling of trent fiddling with your hair, while he admired you while you slept peacefully.

you opened your eyes, and the first thing you saw was your boyfriend giving you a beaming smile with them perfect teeth of his, which made you pull him to you and give him the tightest hug.

"can we go on the jet ski?" you seen people in the distance, and you couldn't resist not going on one.

"yeh we may as well," you both agreed and trent pulled you up and gave you bum a little smack whilst you walked in the villa to just grab more sun cream.

you both began walking to the main beach of the hotel, where all the jet ski's where lined up. trent took your hand in his and helped you onto it.

you wrapped your arms around his bare chest and held onto him.

"i beg you please don't go fast until i get used to it love" you informed him politely and he nodded his head.

the ride began and the cool breeze blew your hair in the wind, as you kept tight hold onto your boyfriend.

you then approached a shallow part in the water and trent hopped off the jet ski and pulled something out of his pocket. his polaroid.

"t-trent why do you love this thing more than me?" you joked to him and his laughed.

"your just looking to good today okay? now pose hotty" he hyped you up and you leant over on the jet ski posing.

"now they are fit" he said looking at them through the camera, and you sarcastically rolled your eyes.

you wobbled yourself to the front of the jet ski and now you where the driver, you just wanted to annoy him basically.

"let me get one of the both of us, get on behind me" you fidgeted with the small camera trying to get it on the setting.

as he sat behind you he put his arms over your shoulders and placed his hands on your chest as you both posed for the camera.

"smiling one" 📸

"silly one" 📸

"tongues out" 📸

"kissing one! 📸

you turned your head around and locked your lips together and took the pic. trent got a little to carried away and started winding you up by licking your lips, and you accidentally took a picture.

"that's my favourite one!" he informed you.

"your so annoying" you shoved him jokingly.

random sounds of flickering in the distance caught your attention, you had no idea what it was until your head turned around, and the hotel beach was bombarded with, paparazzi.

"fuck" where the only words to leave your mouth.

your boyfriend followed your head in the same direction, and came to realise what you where on about.

"for fuck sake, cant they just fucking leave me alone" he said in an angrily manor.

"y/n i know your not going to want this but we are going to have to head in that direction, other wise they'll be here until all hours and we may as well just get back."

his words would of bothered you 5 months ago, but now you just came to the conclusion that most places you would go together they would be the third person.

"trent" you tapped him, but he didn't acknowledge you.

"trent" you finally got his attention and his just lifted his eyebrows.

"honestly, at this point, i don't give a shit, let the world know your mine and mine only."

he looked at you in utter shock.

"yeh?" he questioned.

"fuck yes" you raised your arms in the air, and threw them over your boyfriends shoulders, you placed your lips onto his lips and just stayed there until you both let go.

"my girl and my girl only" you both giggled, and headed back to your villa, and boy he proved that to you.

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themirror liverpool and england superstar trent alexander arnold seen in bora bora spending time with gorgeous girlfriend y/n.

the couple have supposedly been dating for nearly 2 years, but keep their relationship away from social media and behind cameras.

the pair were spotted roaming around together on jet skis taking pictures of one another with each other and sharing plenty of kisses on top of that, definition of summer love!

is this finally the perfect girl for trent?

we will have to wait and see... 👩🏽‍❤️‍👨🏽

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user1 i wish they where public there so cute

user2 y/n is glowing!!!!!!!

user3 i wish i was her

user4 jealous

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philfoden roaming around on jet skis together

the end.

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[formulalfc]

Meeting the boys

Virgil Van Dijk x Reader

tw-none just fluff

You had met Virgil at a mutual friends birthday dinner. As someone who had been a Liverpool fan all your life you were very much in awe and intimidated by the Dutch centre back. Despite your initial fear of the man you both got on really well, bonding over your love of the support and your childhood club. You sat next to each other during the dinner and barely gave anyone else at the table the time of day, instead happy to just converse with each other.

As the meal came to an end, plates being taken away from the table and well wishes being given all around, you feared that this would be the end of whatever you had with Virgil. But much to your surprise as you both stood up to go your respective ways, Virgil stopped you with a hand to your elbow asking you if it would be possible to exchange numbers with you before you left.

That was six months ago and since that day you and Virgil had been all over each other, dates as often as you could fit them in, a drawer at his house for when you stay over and you had both met each other’s families after you had made it official with each other.

However, there were some people that were very important to Virgil who you had yet to meet, the rest of the Liverpool squad. You were arguably more terrified to meet them than you had been meeting his family.

Virgil had reassured you that you had nothing to worry about at all, the boys will love you because you make him happy and that’s all that really matters to them.

So with your shaking hands in your pockets, dressed completely head to toe in Liverpool merch that Virgil had insisted you wear, you made your way to training with your boyfriend, his hand squeezing yours every few minutes.

When you arrived at the training ground you steeled your nerves and climbed out of the car making sure you had your phone and bag. Virgil walked round to your side of the car taking your hand in his and placing a quick kiss to your forehead before murmuring to you, “I promise love its going to be fine.”

You knew it would be fine, it was just the initial meeting that you were worried about, wanting to make a good impression on the boys that Virgil loved dearly. You shot him a small smile, squeezing his hand in thanks and you both began walking to the entrance.

Virgil took you out into a bit where you could watch training and sat you with a few of the members of the media team who sat and spoke to you while you were waiting for the boys to come out.

After a few minutes they started to gradually come out into the training area and the media staff you were sat with got up to go and help filming content for the social media. You saw Virgil come out with some of the lads you recognise from the years of watching them, Trent Alexander Arnold, Andy Robbo and Virgil’s favourite person, Joel Matip.

Virgil looked over at you sending you a smile, and gesturing in your direction to the boys, who in turn looked over at you, sending you waves, and Robbo even go so far as to shout, “Hello Virg’s Missus”, causing more of the players to look over at where you were sat. A blush quickly rose to your cheeks, not being used to the attention and also a little starstruck that people you considered some of your idols were looking over at you in curiosity.

You look back over at Virgil who was clipping Robbo around the back of the head before looking at you and mouthing an apology on behalf of the Scotsman. You simply shook your head back at him, a smile gracing your features at the brotherly relationship the two of them shared.

Their attention was quickly drawn over to their coaches, explaining what they would be going through in training today.  

You sat and watched Virgil as he trained, very much enjoying the way he looked as he did his exercises and drills with his teammates.

After a while you felt a presence sit next to you and you turned to see none other than THE Jurgen Klopp sat right next to you, grinning right at you as he stuck a hand out, “Y/N! What a pleasure to finally meet you, we have all heard so much about the beautiful girl that caught our Virgil’s heart!”

You were at a loss of words as you placed your hand in Jurgen’s, stuttering out, “it’s a pleasure to meet you sir, I’m a huge fan of yours.”

He simply chuckled at you before launching into the funny anecdote of the first time he had met Virgil and telling you how well suited he thought you two were. You both sat and chatted for a while, quickly getting over your nervousness when you realised how easy it was to talk to him.

He eventually got up, telling you that he’d better go do his job or he’d get sacked, causing a loud laugh to leave you.

The boys continued to train, you just sitting there and enjoying the view in front of you until a few lads came over to you.

“Hello Y/N! Its so nice to meet you! Virgil has said so much about you!”, Mo Salah said as he sat on your left.

“We’ve all been dyin to meet you”, Trent says placing himself on your other side, while a few others, Bobby Firmino, Joe Gomez and Kostas Tsimikas stood in front of you.

Your jaw was literally on the floor.

You had no idea what to say, looking around at them all your mouth opening and shutting as you tried to figure out how to speak.

“What are you boys doing to my girl?” A low voice rumbled from behind you.

“Nothing!” Kostas exclaimed, “we’re just talking to her!”

“Well I think that’s enough talking for today, come on Y/N”, Virgil ushered you towards him. Words of protest were heard from the boys around you, exclamations of “We only just sat down” and “We wanna talk to Y/N, we will be nice promise!” we left unheard by Virgil as he pulled you towards him with a grin on his face.

You turned back towards the boys and sent them a small wave, they boys sending you smiles and waves in return and also telling you to come and visit them at training anytime.

Virgil took your hand and led you away but not before you bumped into Joel Matip and Andy Robertson, two of the guys Virgil spoke the most about when you were at home.

“Y/N hello! Its nice to finally meet you, Virgil’s been keepin you all to himself, eh?” Robbo says jokingly.

You grinned at him, not feeling as shy as you did with the others as you knew so much about him from Virgil, “Lovely to meet you Robbo”.

Andy pulled you into a hug before you were pulled into another by Joel who whispered in your ear, “He ever annoys you, you let me know, I’ll put him in his place.”

You laughed at him as you pulled away, gaining a strange look from Virgil, to which you patted his cheek and gave him a grin before replying to Joel, “I’ll let you know if I need your help.”

Joel let out a chuckle and you felt in that moment you had done well today despite your nervousness.

As you were walking away with an invitation to the next meet up, you realised you were happy that these were there person you shared Virgil with.

[libraryofloveletters]

The Wavelengths I'd Go For You

Thiago Alcantara x Fem!Reader

Warnings: summer time fluff, thiago is the sweetest boyfriend ever, cheeky teasing and flirting + some remarks from thiago, lots of touchy feely moments, alcohol and the consumption of, a sunset something - you'll see :))

Word Count: 3.1k

Author's Note: the fact that I had to search soooo deep for this gif is a crime // based on a convo @curiousthyme and I had about how sweet husband thiago would be so to the 6 thiago fans out there, this one's for you

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The sunshine in Mallorca welcomed you, a way of telling you that you were home in every sense of the word.

You and your boyfriend, Thiago, were spending a week there before heading up to see his family. You had been on the go constantly for the last few months with Thiago's game schedule and your work projects so this time away was much welcomed.

It's barely 10am when your boyfriend comes back into the bedroom, flopping down onto the bed next to you. "Mi amor, despierta," (my love, wake up) he whispers into your ear, his chin on your shoulder.

You shrug your boyfriend off of you, pulling the duvet over your head. "Alejarse de mí," (get away from me) you grumbled from under the blanket, making him laugh.

"C'mon babe," he nudges your arm and you finally give in, pulling the blanket down to look over at him.

Thiago was fully awake and dressed, as if he was going somewhere - the beach perhaps.

"What do you want?" You asked, pulling his hand up so you could see the watch on his wrist. "It's barely 10, what could you possibly need right now? We are on vacation, in case you forgot"

He nods, "I know, so come on."

"Where?"

"Just get dressed, like you're going to the beach," he gets off the bed, pulling you up and off of it.

You grumble, the man walking you in the direction of the bathroom. "Is that where we're going? Because it'll still be there after noon, T." You smiled sweetly at him, hoping he'd let you go back to bed.

He shook his head, "it's a surprise," he smiled, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "Go get dressed," he nudges you into the bathroom and shuts the door."

Thiago did this often - he was always one for a surprise and typically, they were scheduled for the ass crack of dawn; the downside of dating someone who's an early riser.

It was better to give in rather than resist; you learnt that the hard way.

You did just that. It took you a hot minute to pull yourself together, slowly making your way though your morning routine before you finally got dressed for the day, 'for the beach' he said. A green bikini to match the green shorts you noticed he had on, and a yellow sundress pulled over it.

"Where are you?" You called, walking through the house.

It's quiet, your boyfriend is nowhere to be found but you can see the front door was opened. You peek outside and find him closing the trunk. "Ready?" he smiles.

You nod, walking down the few steps to the driveway. "Why are you so smiley? It's soooo early."

"It's 10:30, cariño." Thiago laughed, opening the car door for you. You nod, your hand on his jaw, "exactly - too early."

The man shakes his head at your dramatics, clearly amused. He walks over to the front door, locking up the house before getting into the car and pulling out. You look over at him, your hand reaches for his and Thiago instantly takes your hand, interlocking fingers with you.

"Where are we going? Are we almost there yet?" You asked him yet again in the 10 minutes you had been driving. Thiago bit his tongue, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

"How many times will you ask me that?"

"Until you tell me," you smiled, making him chuckle. You had no idea where you were going. You hadn't been to Mallorca in years, at least not since you and Thiago began dating 10 years ago and so much has changed both there and in your lives.

When you met Thiago, the two of you were barely in your 20s; he was on the 1st team at Barcelona and living his dream while you were in university. You had moved with him when he transferred to Bayern Munich and then again to Liverpool. You had both grown and changed so much, you learnt more and more about life and each other.

There was no one else you wanted to spend your life with.

"I'm not going to tell you," he glances over, smiling at you.

Since he wouldn't tell you, you began your guessing game. "Are we going to the beach?"

"No."

"Are we going for a picnic?"

"No."

"Are we going toooo... get married?" You threw that one in there for fun but it seemed to catch him off guard. Thiago whipped his head in your direction so quickly, you're certain he's given himself whiplash - not to mention your first thought was dear god don't let him injure himself again, he can't sit out another game.

"What?" He asks you quickly, confusion, shock and a bit of surprise on his face. "Why would you even ask me that?"

"Not you being offended," you laughed. "I'm kidding, Thiago. Don't have a heart attack." You squeezed his hand, the man turns into a winding street which takes you down towards a place you had been mentioning since before you even arrived in Mallorca.

You smiled, sitting up a little straighter. "The marina?" You look over at him. "We're having a yacht day?"

"Just for the day," he smiles, pulling into the lot. "So you shut up about it." He teased, making you roll your eyes before you get out of the car.

Thiago takes the bags out of the trunk, leading you towards the boat. He puts the stuff on, leaning over to help you on before you settle in and he drives it into open waters. After you two had come to a stop, your boyfriend found his way below deck to put the food away for the time being and you had stripped off the sundress and laid out in the sun, letting your body relax and become sun kissed.

Laying on your tummy, your eyes closed and your face buried between your folded arms, you can feel the sunshine and the warm breeze along the exposed skin. It wasn't that much longer when you feel someone's cold hands pinch your hip, making you jump.

"Thiago!" You rolled away from him, scolding him.

The man laughs, lifting your right leg to slot between them, letting you rest your leg on his lap. "Sorry, sweetheart." He rubs the back of your thigh, "didn't mean to startle you - but to be fair, it is just us out here."

"Well obviously," you mumbled, "but I wasn't expecting you to appear out of thin air." You flung your foot back, hitting him in the side. He smiles at your action, holding your flailing leg down by your calf and rubbing along your soft skin.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you look over your shoulder at your boyfriend. "Can you rub some lotion on my back for me?"

Thiago nods, reaching for the bottle that was discarded on the floor. It's oily and sticky, as you had used it and set it back down with your lotion covered hands; he's certain that's what had happened. The man squeezes a dollop of the sun lotion in his hand, rubbing them together before resting his hands on your ass, or at least what was exposed.

"Babe!" You laughed, looking back at him. "I meant on my back!"

He ignores your words for a few moments, his fingers kneading over the flesh before looking at you. "You didn't specify."

"I figured it was implied."

Your boyfriend shrugs, moving his hands up your back and slowly working the lotion into your skin before moving to lay beside you. Thiago's on his back, an arm stretched out in front of you and the other propped under his head. Even with his sunglasses on, you can see his eyes are closed. You scoot a bit closer to the man, pulling the glasses down to the bridge of his nose.

"Hi, T." You peaked his lips with yours and he smiled, the arm that was stretched out pulled you down against him. "Hi, y/n."

"What's the plan?"

"Relax."

"Why?"

"No, I mean, the plan is to relax." He smiled, making you giggle at your misunderstanding. "Oh, okay."

It's at least an hour that's passed before you two attempt to move from your spot. Thiago sits up, pushing his sunglasses onto his head before turning to look at you.

"How about a swim?" He asks and he barely finishes his sentence before you up, flinging your legs to get the slippers off and you're heading towards the stairs. "What's the rush?" He asks, dropping his sunglasses on the chair, slipping off his own shoes.

"The last one into the water has to pick up the laundry when we get back!" You shouted to him, sprinting down the stairs to the platform.

You'd think for someone who gets paid to run up and down a 100 foot long football pitch, he'd be faster but instead he leans over the railing, shouting as you jumped into the freezing water. "That's not fair!"

You shouted back. "You're a sore loser!"

A few moments later, your boyfriend finds his way down to the platform before diving into the water.

You clap for him, "10 out of 10, darling!" Thiago laughs, bowing half way as you swam over to him.

He smiles, his arms reaching for you to pull you against him, your own arms over his shoulders. The two of you stay like that for a bit, floating around.

The ice cold water was a welcomed change from the Spanish sun you had been lazing in all day; not to mention a shock to all of your bodily systems.

Eventually, you leave him in the water and get back onto the platform, sitting at the edge with your legs hanging into the cold water. Thiago was doing a lap around the boat and only realized you had gotten out when he returned to the back. The man swims over, slotting himself between your legs, his arms on your thighs.

You watch as your boyfriend passes his hand over his wet hair, slicking it down. You undo it; passing your hand through his hair, watching as the little curls reform themselves after the motion. You twirl a few strands of his short hair between your fingers, smiling to yourself - you love his hair, especially when he grows it out enough for you to see the curls.

Thiago's cheek pressed to your thigh, basking in the sunshine and your affection until he calls it quits - his arms on either side of you as he pulls himself up and out of the water, and.. well onto top of you.

"Seriously?" You asked, laying flat against the wet platform.

He rolls off of you, laying beside you. "Seriously." He scrunches his nose at you, making you laugh yet again. You flip over, onto your stomach as your arm drapes over his middle. Thiago can feel your fingers across the large tattoo on his side. Slowly, your fingers trace out the letters and the words, going line by line - not missing a single one.

"How about lunch?" He asks, getting up and pulling you up with him. You nod, "considering that you pulled me out of my bed and didn't let me eat anything, yeah, lunch would be great."

Thiago laughs, dramatic as always he thinks. His hand rests on your lower back as you two head up the stairs and back onto the deck.

"Need help?" You asked, about to follow him to the kitchen and he shook his head, turning you back in the direction of the table.

"Go sit, I'll be out in a minute."

"What are you hiding?" Your brows furrowed but he shook his head, "I'm innocent of whatever crimes you're thinking of."

You take a seat at the table, Thiago does return but a minute later with a basket in hand. You help him unpack the basket - he lets you do that much - before you two settle down and have lunch.

It was well after 4 in the afternoon, rolling towards 5 when you wrapped up lunch. You two had been lazing around for a bit, enjoying each other's company and the day before Thiago got up to clean up the mess you made.

"Gonna jump back in before we head in, wanna join me?" He walks over to you, his body blocking the sun from you. You shook your head, "I'm gonna stay up here," you smiled, reaching out to hold his hand.

Thiago leans down, giving you a kiss before standing up again. "Be careful," you tell him, the man drops his sunglasses next to you.

"I will," he smiles, giving you one more kiss before walking away.

You can hear when he jumps into the water. It had been pretty quiet today, a few other boats had passed by but other than that, it was just the two of you all day. Now you aren't sure how long Thiago was in the water, your eyes had shut and you dozed off for a bit.

When you wake up, or rather, when you were startled awake, he was leaning over you, dripping freezing cold water all over you.

"Thiago!" You squealed, trying to wiggle away from your boyfriend. The man's got his arms on either side of you, trapping you under him.

"Give me a kiss and I'll move," he tells you, leaning down for a kiss.

You groan, hands pressed to his chest to push him away. "Thiago! Move!" You giggled but you knew he wouldn't let up.

He didn't; his lips puckered as he waited for you to give him a kiss.

Reaching up, your hand rests on his cheek, giving him a kiss before he drops himself down on top of you. "Babe, c'mon." You huffed, your arms wrapping around him.

He smiles, nuzzling against you. "Stop complaining, we all know you love it."

You roll your eyes; he was right, you did love it. He holds you for a bit, the two of you enjoying each other's company once again until the sun, once bright in the sky, starts to slip away under the horizon.

"Time to head in hm?" You tell him, the two of you sitting up.

Thiago nods, getting up to finally dry off - a useless action seeing that he's dripped all of the water onto you. You follow suit, wiping off the excess water before putting your dress back on. Thiago dug out a beige sweater you had bought him for Christmas years ago, pulling it on.

"I can't believe you still have that." You say, walking towards him. He glances down, shrugging. "I thought we lost it during the move but I found it in a box downstairs.

You reach for his hand, interlocking your fingers with his. "Thank you," you tell him, letting him pull you to him. His hands resting on your lower back as your own arms go over his shoulders.

"What for?" His cheek pressed to yours, the two of you swaying side to side.

"Today.. for everything." You whispered, leaning back in his arms. "I love you, Thiago."

He smiles, "I love you, y/n."

Your boyfriend spins you around, hugging you from behind as you two watch the sunset for a bit. He had already driven you back in a bit, you were still a good ways from the marina but much closer than you were before. At least now you could see land.

"Champagne?" He asks, his chin on your shoulder. Your hand reaches back, pressed to his cheek. "What are we celebrating?"

"Us," he smiles, turning to kiss your cheek before walking away to get the champagne and the glasses.

You hadn't noticed when he returned, your phone was in your hand as you took a photo of the sunset. Thiago sets the glasses and the bottle down on the table quietly before calling for you. "Babe ?"

When you turned around, you expected to find Thiago with glasses, not on his knee with a ring box.

"What are you doing?" You ask, eyes widen, brows furrowed as you look at him.

Thiago smiles, "y/n, you are.. the love of my life. The last ten years of my life have been the very best; there's not a single person in the world that I would rather spend the rest of my life with, because you are everything I could have ever imagined. The perfect woman in every sense of the word; you understand me, you take care of me and I could never repay you for that."

You can't help the giggle that leaves your lips; he's so cheesy.

"Strong and beautiful and smart, and god, you.. I don't think there are words to explain how much I love you. I'm rambling now, I'm nervous - sorry."

"Why are you nervous? It's just me." You laughed and Thiago smiled.

He glances at the ring and back at you. "Y/n, I love you so much, you are the woman I have always dreamt about; the first person I think of in the morning and the last person on my mind before I go to bed. When I'm away from home, all I can think of is coming home to you. You're my home, y/n. You're my dream woman, the person I.."

"You're rambling," you purse your lips, making him laugh.

"Y/n.. will you make me the happiest man on the planet and marry me?"

"Yes," you smiled, "I'll marry you, T."

He stands, slipping the ring onto your finger; a perfect fit. Your hands rest on his jaw, pulling him in for a kiss. "I love you." You whisper against his lips.

"I love you," he smiles, giving you another kiss. "Shall we open the champagne?"

You nod, watching as he reaches for the bottle. Thiago shakes it before popping the cork, the gold coloured liquid spraying all over the two of you and the deck, making you laugh. Your fiancé filled two glasses, handing one over to you.

"Cheers," you tapped your glass to his. "To us," he nods, mirroring your action.

Thiago hugs you from behind, the two of you facing the setting sun once again. "Was this what today was all about?" You asked, holding out your hand to admire your ring; gold band, emerald cut diamond with two smaller stones at the base of it.

"I wanted it to be perfect." He smiles, resting his chin on your shoulder yet again. "It was," you smile when Thiago reaches for your hand, bringing it up to his lips to give it a kiss.

You can't help but lean back against him; happiness and content washing over you.

You were certain you had done something right in your past life, otherwise you wouldn't have become so lucky.

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[mokwkhaltk]

Omg pls write for robertson ily

anything for you my darling. I love you toooooo

First Sight 🥨

Hiiiii how is YOU doing hope you're actually doing well. So hii il happy you're here so I took this video as inspiration may I say??

I don’t know just deal with me

So the “she” is a member of the crew enjoy your reading

As she was fixing his helmet and the camera and helping him out with it He felt like he couldn’t breathe. He’s been touched before by many people-girls- in shootings fixing his clothes fixing his face but her touch was different she made him feel like he was drowning, the more he looked into the depth of her brown eyes as it pulled him deeper and deeper, and from some reason, he was okay with it he didn’t want to come up for air, it felt right. 

“ Can you speak into the mic so we’ll know if it's working?” she said with the prettiest smile on her face, a smile that felt like a sudden beam of sunlight illuminating the darkest corners of the room he was starstruck 

“ Can you hear me ?” confusion on her face

“What” ? he said

“Perfect” she giggled 

Trent gave him a confused look “You alright mate”- “Yeah..yeah I'm fine”

And action 

They started filming the video 

In the corner of the room, she was sat now, lost in her own thoughts, thinking of how close to him she had been earlier it was hard for her trying not to freak out while she could feel his eyes on her scanning her, how could someone look so effortlessly beautiful with chocolate brown eyes and blond hair, his bread looks cute she thought a loud laugh brought her back to reality well reality isn’t bad after all she was in the same room as him with him laughing louder than she ever heard him his laughter could be heard throughout the building but she could complain no one could he looked happy and that made her happy.

He was so funny and his laugh was contagious, she tried to suppress her giggling, but she couldn’t and ended up bursting into loud laughter that he noticed and turned his head her way their eyes locked they gazed into each other's eyes for a quick sec that felt like an eternity for them he then gave her a soft and gentle smile full of kindness and empathy, maybe after all she had a chance with him. It actually made his heart leap when he’ve seen her laugh 

They went on with the video and kept on with the challenge, he will From time to time spear her a glance his incredible laughter now melody to her ears it was pure vibes it felt nice seeing this fun side of him he seemed free and comfortable 

Now that they have finished it was time to take his helmet off, 

“Alright, now I’ll take this thing off your head”

“Im Andy,” he said while extending his hand.

Chuckling she took his hand and shook it

‘I know’ it's all that she said with a smirk on her face living him hanging in the air in anticipation.

She then proceeded to take his helmet off, he felt hs-is cheeks flush red as her soft little fingers brushed over his face.

Her face was solemn and focused on what she was doing, she didn’t seem to notice when he was studying her rosy lips and how she was biting on them as a sign of concentration, her curled brown hair and the way her eyelashes catch the light she was too close and he was breathing in her scent the smell of her encasing him in a feeling of comfort and tenderness.

Then she does notice, he was looking at her and she was looking back at him and it felt strange, for both of them and he was smiling as he did before as though they were sharing a secret, she was the first to look away as she felt her face grew hot.

She picked her material up and was making her way out of the room. 

Trent nudged his arm “Aren’t you gonna do something about it?”

Do what, what are you even talking about?”

Oh cmon ask her out or something everyone saw the way you looked at each other” 

-what if she says no 

-just GO 

He followed behind her and grabbed her hand but in a gentle way

She felt his warm fingers closing just above her wrist  sending electricity all over her body pulling her back gently 

“I'm sorry about that,” he said quickly as he took his hand back.

She nodded with a smile“It's alright”.

They stood there in silence  and looked into each other's eyes there are so many things unsaid between them until finally, he decided to speak “Would you like to go out sometime for coffee or if you don’t like it we can get teal or a hot chocolate maybe or we-” 

“Okay,” she said chuckling lightly “ we can swap numbers if you’d like to”

He was too shocked to hear her say that he pulled his phone faster than he could ever do and let her type her number in it.

“ gotta go now I guess I’ll see you later ?” she asked 

“Definitely” he responded with a grin on his face 

She waved him and Trent goodbye laughing softly to herself as she left the room.

Trent puts his arms around Robbo’s shoulder “I guess love, at first sight, is a real thing huh?”

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[jesssssssssica]

dear trent t.a.a

i remember the long nights, where i would wait for your beck and call, my mind only being able to think about you, like my life revolved around you and only you. i would do it because i was in love with you and i felt as if i couldn’t lose you.

my mother thought i was crazy, obsessing over you, a stupid boy, and yet i denied it and swore that you made me the happiest girl in the world and that you loved me just as much, as i loved you. yet i was just a game to you, a pawn in your stupid chess game and yet i let you walk all over me.

i knew what you did and how you the rules to it, each and every day and how i was forced to stick to your change of character each time and how i would only find out which one it was when i would pick up the phone on the first ring. and yet now i’ve stopped that.

i see it all now that you're out of my life, how you treated me, so wrongly. and now that i look back at it, do you not realise how horrible you treated me, when i was young and naïve to the world around us, the girl in her pretty white dress, that cried her eyes out after a night out with you.

maybe it was me and my resistance to see what was happening right in front of me, or maybe it was your sick and twisted love you showed me, like it was your love language. i look back at it now and i feel sorry for not listening to my friends who’d tell me to “leave as soon as possible” when i should have listened.

all i can say is trent, do you not see it all now that i’m not there, on my hands and knees, whenever you want?

do you not see how i was willing to give you the sun and the stars, or anything?

do you not miss me now that i’m not there? and do you not realise that i was too young for the pain you put me through? i was just a young girl in a pretty white dress that was madly in love.

because i do. i see how everything you did should’ve been a sign to leave you, but i was nineteen just living through life and just dealing with everything that was thrown at me. but you weren’t, you had a perfect life and yet you wanted even more, by playing me in your stupid game, even when you knew i was so in love with you.

and when i told you we had we reached the end, the word sorry sounded so insincere and rehearsed and the words you said were just going in circles and it made me realise that i was not the first or last person that would go through this.

but i’m sure i was the first that said goodbye to you first because with the others you would run them dry and then toss them away. all of them with their soulless eyes that are hiding the pain that lay behind it.

i see it all now that you’re gone.

[trentskiiii]

Regrets

HEY GUYS IM BACK! I haven’t written in a longggggg time bcs i didnt have any motivation and inspiration. Sorry if this is bad, hope it doesn’t flop xx

“So we’re over? Just like that?” You manage to say as your voice cracks. Tears start forming in your eyes. If you had known this argument would lead to the end of your relationship, you would’ve just kept your mouth shut. “I’ve had enough of your bullshit, y/n.” He says. Before trent leaves, you remind him, “just remember that you chose to walk out. Not me.”

You immediately broke down the second the door shuts. You were left all alone in your shared house. 3 years with the person you thought was the love of your life went down the drain within the span of 20minutes. You knew you should have just kept quiet. So what if he has been distant? Now he’s gone. Forever. And it’s all because of you. You blamed yourself for it and no one else.

After weeks of sobbing, you decided to go out for a walk. You rang your best friend mason. He excitedly agreed to meeting you at your house for a long stroll. You put on your leggings and a top that was obviously too big for you now, seeing that you had lost so much weight in your depressive state. Soon, mason had arrived.

“You know he still loves you right? He’s just stupid. Only he would manage to screw something like this up” mason said. You two were quite far along on your walk. “Mhm.” You mumble, not believing a word he said. You stopped walking and so did mason, confused. He looked at you. You could no longer hide the tears in your eyes. “Ahh y/n. Im so sorry.” He pulled you in for a tight hug. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world and you deserve the world.” He spoke into your hair as he gave you a kiss on your forehead.

A few weeks had gone by. You would be lying if you said you had fully forgotten about trent. But the truth was that you were still hung up on him. He was the love of your life. Suddenly, you receive a text.

*Please can we talk? I miss you so much, baby.*

You knew it was stupid to say yes. But a part of you needed to see him. Needed to feel his warm skin on yours. You told him to go over to the house and he did.

“Y/n. Im so sorry. I regret ever walking out. Please y/n, give me another chance?” He pleaded. “I missed you so much. You’re all ive been thinking about. You’re my entire world. I need you.” He continued. You didn’t reply with words, instead you pulled him into a warm and tight embrace. You loved how your arms wrapped around his slender waist perfectly, and how his wrapped your neck. “I love you so so much, T.”

I know this was bad but im out of ideassss plsplsplspls request and istg I’ll do it.

[ts1m1kas]

asks are open again my loves !! request away but keep in mind i don't write smut 🩷

i write for pretty much any footballer, but keep in mind i will only accept the request if i am comfortable writing for them !!

[nicolesainz]

Is it cool that I said all that? (AB1)

Alisson Becker x f!reader

Author's note: I find it a massive offence that no one has written any fan fiction about this man. He is the finest GK in the PL and deserves some love. Also he is my new obsession even though I only like Kostas Tsimikas from Liverpool (greek scouser core). Shoutout to @joochilwell for being so kind and sharing Alison with me, I love you girl. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy!

Summary: You are friends with Kostas and after Liverpool's insane win against Manchester City, the team goes to the club to celebrate the win. Alisson has set his eyes on you and is about to mess things up just for a night with you.

Warnings: minors dni, 18+, angst, jealousy, bit of soft Alisson, bad Portuguese translation (sorry to anyone who may be offended, my native is Greek and English)

"I swear to god I will not be caring you back to your house, Robbo is caring you. I have work tomorrow." I warn Kostas with a sneaky smile, knowing he will end up drunk, singing out loud, with Klopp calling me in the morning asking me his whereabouts.

"Oh please, I will be just fine. Also don't count too much on Robertson. Mo maybe a better option." Kostas pointed out, erasing another potential helper of mine.

"Mo won't be coming. Said he was tired. I will find someone to help me take care of you. I don't worry about that." I was looking through my contacts trying to find the perfect teammate. It was at this moment that he appeared in front of me.

"Mate, you will be perfect for the job." Kostas shouts in my ear, as I raise my head and look at Alison's blue stunning eyes that were instantly locked with mine. I share a soft smile with Alisson, before he looks back at Kostas with a weirded out expression.

"What job? What did you do?" He is almost growling at his greek teammate before I save his ass once more.

"I may be in need of a helping hand in case Kostas gets badly drunk. Last time I almost broke my arm trying to carry him back to his house." Alisson's eyes land back on mine and worry with what I was faced the last time alcohol was involved.

“Don ruin her night mate. Let’s all enjoy this win. But sure, I will help you in case anything happens.” He replies to my request and i instantly relaxed at the thought of Alisson being the one that would help me.

“I owe you! Thank you so much! See you at the club in a few hours” I waved goodbye to Alison and made my way with Kostas to my car so I could drive him back to his house. Alisson didn’t seem like himself so much. He seemed tired but now because of the game. More mentally exhausted.

As Kostas is about to get off my car, he unbuckles his seatbelt and turns towards me to face me. He has a guilty look in his eyes and I instantly can tell he is hiding something.

"Spit it out, right now. What is it?" I would rather know what he is about to do, instead of be surprised at night.

"Would it kill you to dance with Alisson today? Can you keep him company? I promise I won't get drunk." He didn't want to confess this in the first place but he was so pressed on telling me so.

Why would he ask me to keep Alisosn company? We are friends and of course I would be with him at the club tonight. Why does that mean?

"Is there a hidden meaning behind all this Tsimi? Cause if there is, I have to know. There's a reason why you're confessing this to me." Is Alisosn okay? Has someone done something to him. Should I call him and tell him to come over. This sounds serious.

"He will tell you for himself. I can't ruin the magic. See you tonight." Okay, what was this all about?

I finally arrive at my house and instantly throw myself on the couch, surrounded by the paperwork that needs to be done and multiple programs for the teams next games.

I can't get out of my head what Kostas said to me. He sounded so sketchy and mysterious. Should I be worried about Alisson? I couldn't resist and I decided to text him.

"Kostas was acting a little bit weird and told me to keep you company tonight at the club. Is something wrong?"

I shut my phone and kept on organising my scattered papers, wanting to get things in order but at the same time I couldn't get Alisson out of my head. I had to talk to him.

The notification sound from my phone startled me when it echoed from my room. I rushed to pick it up and my eyes widened when I saw that it was a reply from Alisson.

"I actually wanted to kind of talk to you privately. But I can't say what I want from the phone."

So my gut about something being off was right.

"Want to come by my house? It will be better than a coffee shop." I suggest wanting to make him feel more comfortable. I know that if he is seen with any girl that isn't known to the public eye will cause many talking points and that is certainly not something he wants right now.

"If you are okay with it then no problem. I will be there soon." All the players knew where I lived so if anything occurred with their schedules or wanted to resolve an issue, they could come to me.

In an extremely fast pace, I began cleaning the apartment so it didn't look like a paper bomb has erupted. I always like to keep the house clean but with guests around I wanted it to be spotless. I managed to finish tidying up before Alisson showed up. I threw on some more clean clothes after a quick shower and was waiting for him.

Speaking of the devil, the door bell rang a few moments after I was finally ready myself. I rushed to open the door and I was greeted by a shy smile from the Brazilian goalkeeper, along with a small bouquet of red roses that were peaking from behind his back.

"Come on in. You are just in time." I said in an extremely lower manner than the one I usually greet people. Before he could get past the door, he revealed the flowers and handed them to me, trying to hide his flushed cheeks from my eyesight. I had never seen Alisson so shy. He is for sure a gentleman and a wonderful man, although whenever I see him in practice, he is all tense and angry, cursing sometimes in Portuguese.

"These are for you. I asked Kostas what kind of flowers you like, in case you were allergic to any other type or weren't your favourite." He explain and my heart instantly goes soft. He is so thoughtful that I could have cried on the spot. I gave him a big hug after I closed the door behind him. I had to tip toe a little bit given he is a very tall man.

Alisson's arms wrapped around my waist were so firm, with a very familiar and yet so secure feeling. It was a very sweet gesture from him and for an unexpected reason, I didn't want him to let go of me.

"This is the sweetest thing ever. Thank you so much Alisson. I will put them in my bedroom so they will brighten the atmosphere. Don't be nervous, take it as your home! Would you like to drink anything?" I put the flowers in a vase and left it in the kitchen counter before moving them inside my room.

"No no, thank you. I just, really wanted to talk to you. I feel like if I don't say what I want, an opportunity will be gone and then I will regret it." Oh dear it sounds serious. For a moment I was scared that he wanted to talk to me about transferring and leaving Liverpool. We had grown close to each other and I would hate the feeling of him leaving the team after so many years.

"Oh okay. Well, I am all ears. Tell me what is going on because I am getting anxious." I replied and we both sat on my couch, Alisson was toying with his fingers, trying to find the words to say what he wants.

"So, um, for the last three years, ever since you joined the team, I have, uh, I have, well, oh" He is getting more and more nervous as he is getting to the point and I take his hands into mine, wanting to calm him down.

"Hey hey hey. It is okay. You can talk to me. Look at me Alisson, please. Don't be scared. I will not judge you."

"I well, I, gosto muito de ti" (I like you very much)

Okay well, that didn't go as planed. Unfortunately I couldn't understand Portuguese, so that made the matter even more complicated. I placed my hand on his cheek, caressing it calmly. Finally I got Alisson to look at me and his blue eyes revealed to me all that I needed to know.

"Are you saying what I think you are?"

"Yes. What I have been trying to say is and clearly not very successfully, is that I like you y/n. And a lot if I am being honest. It took me such a long time to admit it but I finally did so. I just wanted you to be aware and I will completely understand if you don't wanna-" I cut him off with a soft kiss on his cheek, that instantly gave him the courage to take me on his lap and allow me to continue.

"You are a one of a kind man Alisson. I am very happy you finally admitted your feelings to me, because with the way Kostas was trying to subtly tell me I was getting worried about you. At least now I know and I am over the moon." I wrapped once more my hands around his neck and gave him a very tight hug, whilst sliding my fingers in his curly black hair.

"I don't want to force you into anything. We can take things slow. You are very important to me." I finally got a glimpse of his beautifully bright smile and without any hesitation I smashed my lips onto his, trying to prove to him how much I would love to be with him.

His hands curled up on my waist whilst my legs were curled around his waist. His kisses were poured with passionate emotions and love. I could sense a smile underneath the kisses around my neck and the only thing that echoed in the house were my giggles.

"Tu farás de mim o homem mais feliz, se me deixares estar contigo." (You'll make me the happiest man if you let me be with you.)

"I may not understand what you are saying but, És o homem mais espantoso." (You are the most amazing man)

I said that in the most silly Portuguese accent, but Alisson seemed to appreciate the effort very much.

"I think I need to learn a bit of Portuguese if I want to be able to understand you."

"I will teach you everything you need to know my love. No need to worry."

Alisson was explaining to me how he fell in love when he first saw me, how difficult it was at first to adapt to the English lifestyle and especially the Merseyside and how he was intimidated by Liverpool's rich history thinking he wouldn't be able to live up to Klopp's and the owners expectations.

Getting to know him even better than I already did, made me realise how special he is. All of his teammates speak so highly of him, whether its mates from Liverpool or the Brazilian national team. The quiet and sweet goalkeeper who was too scared to talk to me, proved to be a very smart, friendly and openhearted but most importantly passionate footballer with many dreams and ambitions.

"Oh god, it's already seven. Virgil told us to be at the club at ten. I should probably get going so I can let you get ready. Should I come by again and pick you up? Would you like that?" The fact that he suggested we arrive to the club together made my heart beat so fast and how I could I ever resist to the sweet way he suggested it?

"Of course. I would love that. So, see you soon?" I placed my hands on his chest and I earned a small peck on the lips from him, given that if it was a full blown kiss, we would have ended up on the couch once more.

"See you soon amór" He gave me a final kiss before walking out of the door. At this moment I was the happiest woman in the entire Merseyside and I had no idea this was about to get even better.

I sped to my closet to pick up my outfit for the night. I panicked when I went through all the possible options and none of them seemed fitting enough for my liking. Plus, it wasn't even going to be an actual fancy night club. More like a local one that the team had booked and some fans could tag along.

I finally found hidden in the depth of my closet my white corset, which was not too revealing but at the same time it showed of my figure in the way I liked. I decided to pair it with a pair of black jeans that would match perfectly with my louboutins. I had a quick shower after finally finding what my outfit would be and then for the final step it was hair and makeup.

Simple but chic was tonights moto, so I was in favour of letting my beach curls loose and putting on some very light makeup. A hint of mascara, my favourite red lipstick and a puff of the best perfume I had. I took a a quick look at myself in the mirror when at the same moment the door bell rang for the second time today.

I opened the door in the most giddy and exciting way, being presented with a version of Alisson I wasn't really used to seeing. He was wearing a navy blue polo, matched with a pair of black trousers and sneakers like every footballer likes to wear at a night out. A few strands of hair were falling on his forehead which made his appearance even more attractive. Although, if I am being honest, nothing could top Alisson wearing the black Liverpool kit with the number 1 on the back.

"The most beautiful woman in all of Liverpool." He kept scanning me from head to toe with his mouth agape, flushed like never before and heavy breathing. I couldn't believe it that I would be escorted to the club by the team's main goalkeeper and the biggest sweetheart I had ever met.

"Says the most handsome goalkeeper in all the Premier League." I took my keys and phone before grasping onto his firm and strong bicep.

"Only the Prem? I would say the world if I were you." He winked playfully at me.

"Nah, there are a few keepers that are in close competition." I couldn't contain my laugh when I saw the offended expression on his face.

"I am willing to prove you otherwise." He whispered in my ear and his hot breath hit my neck, which sent shiver all over my spine. I kind of wished I got to see this side of Alisson as well, although I didn’t expect it this soon. Not that I minded though.

“Behave” I cupped his jaw and landed a kiss before he opened the door of the club and instantly be greeted by some of his teammates.

Trent, Kostas, Andy and Dominik all surrounded him but without leaving me behind. I was welcomed by them like a part of the actual squad.

“Gonna be the life of the party tonight?” Trent cheekily asks me, having been seen by him at some of my drunkest moments.

“Nah. I need to play nice and take care of you lot. Maybe another time.” There’s a frown that quickly wipes away his smile of excitement, knowing that he could have found a shots partner.

“You owe us next time. Getting away now but not for long.” Robertson raised his glass of whiskey and downed it in seconds.

“I’ll tell you what. If you manage to score a hat trick against Crystal Palace, then I will buy you all the drink you will have at our next gathering.”

Andy almost chocked on his drink when he heard my dare.

“Fucking hat trick? Well, it is Palace but jesus christ. You are so in. Deal.” And we shook each other’s hands firmly.

Kostas and Andy left to go with Virgil and Alexis, whilst I was with Trent, Alisson and Dominik.

I had caught with the corner of my eye Dominik staring at me from time to time. I tend to catch me checking me out but I feel like the corset I am wearing is giving him what he wants so out of reflex I take Alisson’s hand into mine and squeeze it a bit.

He hasn’t understood what is going on, until Dominik opened his mouth.

“Looking gorgeous today, y/n. As you always do.” He winks at me and I have a sensation of disgust churning inside my stomach. I’m not the only woman in the club that he tends to flirt with. He even does this with the women of Liverpool’s female team.

“Thank you Dom.” I sharply reply trying to avoid all possible eye contact with him.

“You know, it’s a pity a girl like you to be all alone. Need a partner maybe?” Alisson caught on to what Dominik said and without hesitation he answered very confidently:

“Looking at him right now mate” showing off the way he was holding my hand.

Trent eyed me with a widened expression and mouthed me the phrase ‘When was this?’

I said to him that ‘It’s a long story’ and would explain it to him another time.

“Oh getting lucky big man, eh!” Dominik’s jokes weren’t funny anymore when even Trent stopped laughing.

To my surprise and fortunate luck, Gakpo came up to us and wanted to talk to Dominik privately so that was also Trent’s cue to head to the rest of the field.

“I’m so sorry, I had no idea he’d say such things.” I say in a very apologetic manner, as if I was the one hitting on Dominik.

“You don’t have to be sorry about anything my love. He was acting like an asshole and got what he deserved. Although I could’ve said more.” Knowing that Alisson had other ways to defend me as well, made me know that in any instance, he would have my back, like I would have his.

“If you don’t feel comfortable then we can head out. Go somewhere more privately where we won’t have to face anyone.” I sneakily suggested

“Actually yes. That would be great. I would love that.” Happy that he agrees with my plan, I go up to Kostas and alert him that both Alisson and I are leaving. Trent says that it’s also better we leave given that if Dominik continued to act like so, Alisson would have resorted to possible violence.

For the final time tonight, we got on Alisson's car, without knowing which destination to take. All that mattered was to leave the club and be somewhere without anyone disturbing us. Before I could suggest a place we could visit, Alisson immediately said:

"Want to go by my house?" I know he had good intentions and didn't suggest it in a sneaky way, despite how the night ended up evolving.

"Sure thing." I trusted him, I knew he wouldn't do anything to make me feel uncomfortable. And if I am being honest, I am thankful we decided to leave the bar.

The ride from the club until Alisson's house wasn't very long. Once he parked his car, we got off and opened me the door to his house like a gentleman. I was aware that footballers get paid very well money but that wasn't this much apparent with his house. It was very beautifully decorated and was very cozy, instead of a luxurious mansion.

He offered me a glass of wine as we sat opposite of each other on his couch. He seemed a little tense at first with what had happened with Dominik and it was understandable. I was as well, but we shouldn't let this feeling ruin our night.

"Can I ask you something?" He quietly asked me.

"Anything you want."

"Do you seriously think there's a more handsome goalkeeper than me? Or better? Not just in the league."

Was he seriously asking me that? I only said it as a joke. Of course every goalkeeper is unique in their own way but Alisson was special in my eyes. He was fierce and passionate every time he was on the pitch. No one was number one for me, besides him.

"Of course not. You are the most talented keeper the league has known in the last years, extremely impressive as well as massively hot." The comment in the end was the cherry on top of the cake.

"Not to mention your header against West Brom. Shook me to my core."

I leaned towards him, only to be grabbed fiercely and sat on his lap. Alisson's lips leaned closer to my lobe, only for him to seductively whisper:

"Need another goal tonight?"

Before I had the chance to reply, he lift me up and started kissing my neck, his beard leaving marks all over it, whilst his hands were dominantly sitting on the sides of my thighs, sliding upwards to my ass. My soft moans had started to sound more clear to his ears, which boosted him to continue and move us to his bedroom.

Before I decided to occupy my hands with his fluffy hair, I pulled off his shirt, whilst his grasp on me was still very strong. I was met with a body structured like a greek god's. Every slick touch of mine on his body was fascinating. Shaping his v-line and abs before taking his face into my hands and kissing him into oblivion.

It was only fair he undid my corset, which let loose my squeezed up breasts and revealed the upper naked part of my body. Alisson laid me carefully on his bed, before coming on top of me and feasting on my neck, whilst his hands were playing with my nipples. I could feel his hardened erection pushing against my jeans and my eyes rolled to the back of my head, getting a taste of what was about to come later.

"És tão incrivelmente bonita" (You are so incredibly beautiful)

His raspy Brazilian voice earned him a louder and needier moan. All I wanted was him and for him to feast on me. This man deserved to be worshipped.

"I'm yours Alisson. Oh god don't stop."

"Glad you decided to associate me with god."

Little did I know that the reason he said this, was because once his tongue slipped against my wet womanhood I was sent into heaven. I was nothing but his to please and after a night with him, no one could ever compare nor I would allow anyone to touch me.

His piercing blue eyes were glued to mine, as I couldn't remove them from the way he was trying to leave his mark on me. Every kiss and lick on my wetness was a sign that this territory has his name on it.

"Mine and only mine" he growled soft before getting up and letting me waiting and all needy. In a few swift moves he had undone his belt and removed his jeans, which finally let free to my eyesight his tightened against his boxers length.

I gulped hardly as placed my fingers delicately inside his boxers and held my cock, which sprung outside and made me gasp as I was trying to get ahold of the fact that it was going to be the death of me.

"Gosta do que está a ver?" (Like what you see?) a satisfied smile was plastered all over his face with the reaction of mine.

"I surely am. Oh lord."

He leaned forward, close to my core and rubbed his cock against it and even with a single touch, I was in desperate need of him. After Alisson teased the god out of me, I felt him entering me and in seconds I had folded, clenching tightly wanting to get used to his size.

"Fuck baby, you are so tight. So perfect." Alisson's moans were erupting sparks inside my stomach. His swift moves were as pleasurable as looking into his eyes and with each thrust, I knew I was ruined. Each push was a love confession. Each twist was a confirmation that we were made for each other.

Each moan of mine was a reassurance that I was his.

"I want to prove to you in all the ways I can that I will make you happy."

[wavypotatochips]

hey idk if you'd do an imagine for Andy Robertson I'll ask anyways 🫶🏼 so klopp brings his niece (the reader) to meet the lfc squad and her and andy are giggling and stuff and the whole team teases him the rest of the day about it then he asks her for her number and it's just very wholesome!! ty luv 🥹

𝙋𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 | A 𝘼𝙣𝙙𝙮 𝙍𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙨𝙤𝙣 Short Story

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Andy Robertson x Female Reader

Word Count : 1.2k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Of course I can! I do not know much about him, so I will be sort of guesstimating how his personality is c': I honestly feel like my writing is trash for this scenario simply because I'm unsure of how he is, but hopefully my assumption is sort of okay and matches. ANYWAYYYYSSS as always, thank you so much for requesting and I hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN, currently covered in college work so as of now uploads MAY mainly be on weekends. Thank you for your patience c’: ♥

You feel an overwhelming rush of excitement when your father, Klopp, unexpectedly invites you to help him decorate the event for the Liverpool football team. As a typical father, he's always been a bit hesitant to introduce you to the players, wanting you to continue to focus on your college studies instead of ‘boys’. I mean after all, pursuing a PhD in kinesiology to become a physical therapist isn't an easy thing to do. But this time, he decides to make an exception, and you jump at the chance to take a break from your studies and spend time with the team. As you help the hired workers to set up the venue for the team's arrival, you can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building inside you thinking about how you get to see the team so close up. 

As the finishing touches are put in place, you catch a glimpse of someone approaching. It's none other than Andy Robertson, the star left-back for Liverpool and the object of your affection. Your heart races as you take in his presence, feeling a rush of excitement and joy. Seeing him in person is a dream come true, and you can hardly believe your luck.

Your heart skips a beat as he approaches you, his smile lighting up the room.

"Hey there," he says, flashing a grin that could light up the room. "I don't think we've met before. I'm Andy."

You introduce yourself, feeling nervous and a bit tongue-tied. "Hi, I'm Y/N. It's so great to meet you."

"Likewise," he says, looking you up and down. "I have to say, you're looking amazing today."

You blush, not quite sure how to respond. "Thanks, I tried to look nice for the event."

"Well, you definitely succeeded," he says, winking. "I can't take my eyes off you."

You laugh, feeling giddy with excitement. You two continued to talk for what seemed like a while, exchanging playful banter and laughs. As the event comes to a close, the whole team starts teasing Andy about his obvious attraction to you.

"Ooh, Andy's got a crush!" one of his teammates jokes, nudging him playfully.

Andy takes it all in stride, laughing along with them. Although, You can't help but feel a bit embarrassed as the other players tease Andy about his obvious attraction to you. But Andy takes it all in stride, clearly not shy about his feelings.

"Don't listen to these guys," he says, grinning at you. "They're just jealous that they don't have someone as beautiful and smart as you to hang out with."

You feel a warmth spreading through your body at his words, unable to believe that this handsome and talented football player is interested in you.

But when it's just the two of you left in the room, he turns to you with a serious expression.

"Hey, Y/N," Andy says with a charming smile, "I hope I haven't been blabbering so much and annoying you haha. I was wondering if you'd like to grab a cup of coffee at a nearby cafe. Once I'm finished with the photographers? I have some free time before I have to head back home, and I'd love to chat with you more."

You can feel your heart skip a beat at the suggestion. "That sounds great," you say, trying to contain your excitement.

Andy looks relieved and continues, "Awesome, I know it's a bit sudden, but I couldn't resist asking you. But If you're not able to go tonight, I completely understand.``

You can feel your heart continuing to race as you consider his offer. "No no i'll definitely be able to go, I'll catch you around?," you say, feeling a smile spreading across your face.

He grinned, appearing content. "Yes you will, Y/N." Turning around, he moves out of the room and down the hallway to another room where the photos were being taken.

Later that evening, after the event had ended, you anxiously waited for Andy outside the venue, hoping he would still be able to take you to the nearby cafe. To make sure you could go, you had lied to your dad and said you were meeting a friend at the cafe. He had believed you and told you to be safe and that he still has work to do but will text you when he's ready to leave.

As you waited, your heart raced with excitement and nervousness. Finally, you see Andy jogging towards you, dressed in more casual attire to help blend in with the crowd - a pair of Nike tracksuits, a cap, and shades. He looks even more handsome than before, and you can't help but feel grateful for this moment.

"Ready?" he asks, extending his hand for you to take. You nod eagerly, a huge smile spreading across your face, and grab his hand. The touch of his hand sends shivers down your spine, and you feel your heart skip a beat.  As you walk with Andy, you can't believe how lucky you are. You have been a fan of Liverpool FC for years, and now you are walking down the street hand in hand with one of their star players. The conversation flows easily between the two of you, and you find yourself laughing at his jokes and feeling completely at ease.

As you arrive at the coffee shop, Andy gallantly holds the door open for you, and you can't help but feel a flutter in your heart at his chivalry. As you both approach the counter, you patiently wait in the queue until it's time to order your preferred coffee. Once you've placed your orders, you grab your drinks and begin searching for a cozy table to sit at. You scan the bustling shop, looking for a quiet corner where you can continue your conversation. Andy follows you to the table, pulling out your chair for you to sit down. As you sip on your coffee, you can't believe that you're on a date with Andy Robertson, one of the most talented footballers in the world. Over the course of the date, you learn more about him, from his humble beginnings in Scotland to his journey to becoming a professional footballer. You're amazed by his dedication and passion for the sport, and you can't help but feel drawn to his kind, genuine nature.

In turn, you share stories about your own life and your passions, and he listens intently, hanging onto your every word. As the conversation flows effortlessly, you can feel yourself falling deeper and deeper for him with each passing moment. As the evening comes to an end, Andy walks you back to the event venue. As he stops in front of you, he looks at you with a serious expression, and you can feel your heart racing in anticipation of what he might say next. "Y/N, I know we just met, but I feel like there is something special between us," he says, his gaze locked onto yours. "I would love to see you again, if you would be interested." Your heart leaps with joy at his words, and you can't help but feel a thrill run through your body. "Of course, I would love that," you say, smiling up at him.

Andy takes out his phone while maintaining a smile on his face. "Great! Can I get your phone number? "He holds out his phone and asks. You take his phone and start typing your number while nodding.

As you two share one last warm hug, you turn around to walk into the building while he walks towards the parking lot where the charter bus is waiting. You can't help but feel excited about the future and the potential for something more with this amazing man.

You can't even believe what has just happened. You feel like the luckiest person in the world to have had the chance to spend time with Andy Robertson. You know that there may be challenges ahead, given the high-profile nature of his career and the scrutiny that comes with it, but you are willing to face them head-on for the chance to be with him.

[lfc21]

Lazy mornings

Player: Jude Bellingham

TW: Fluff

Authors note: This is my first Jude Bellingham imagine! I hope you all like it 💓

"Don't leave," you mumbled as you slightly opened your eyes and watched as your boyfriend sat on the edge of the bed. Is toned back facing you as he ran his hands over his eyes in order to remove the tired morning sight.

"I need a wee," you heard Jude say back with a laugh as he turned around to your resting body. His hand fell onto your cheek as he pushed away the odd hair in which laid on your face. His smile was so delicate, and his body suited so well on your fresh white sheets.

"Oh then, please go to the bathroom," you quickly said with a laugh as you sat yourself up and watched Jude clambering the bed. "I would prefer to keep a white bed rather than yellow," you added as you shouted so he could hear you from the bathroom. It is very rare that you and Jude ever get to have a quiet morning with the sound of the TV playing and your arms wrapped in one another's.

"I heard that," Jude announced as he came back into the room with a giggle falling from his mouth. You where sat up against the grey headboard as you watched his large body jump back into bed. His head rested on your bare thigh once the white sheets fell from your legs and all onto his side. You had never met someone so needy for a duvet. Jude did not know what the word sharing was and had no intention of learning it.

"What do you want to do today?" You asked as you watched his face rest on your leg and his arm rap around the other. He became a baby under your touch.

"Stay here," He answered with a mumble. He kissed the skin off your leg as your hands wandered through his dark hair. You often wondered if he had always been this soft, or was it just your power?

"We can't stay here all day," you explained with a laugh as you watched his eyes shut at the feeling of your fingers against his hair.

"Hmmmm, whatever you say," Jude whispered as he started to draw random lines across your skin with his eyes still completely shut. His breath was delicate against you, and you knew how much a quite relaxing morning would help him after such a busy week. You loved life like this. Perfect and lazy.

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[libraryofloveletters]

congrats on 6k anj, massive milestone 💛

can you do one with Jordan Henderson ? (if you are taking requests for him? I'm not sure, I did not see him on your people to write for list) maybe you two celebrating after they won a championship ? (you can pick whichever one you'd like)

thanks and congratulations again!

thank you darling! // all photos are from pinterest and/or instagram

captain duties on and off pitch

ynhenderson

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ynhenderson: proud doesn’t begin to cover it. proud of this team and proud of my captain ❤️ 

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jhenderson: couldn’t have done it without by my side. ❤️

↪️ andyroberston94: yeah no because we didn’t help 🙄

↪️ynhenderson: i'm calling rachel and telling her to take your phone 

virgilvandijk: that’s a serious kiss the trophy is getting

↪️ynhenderson: tell me about it 🙄 he doesn’t even kiss me like that

↪️jhenderson: we both know that’s a lie yn 🙄

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jhenderson

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jhenderson: captain duties done for the season, on to daddy duties 🌴

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ynhenderson: daddy duties is correct 🤭

andyrobertson94: seeing you and y/n be gross was not on the list of things I wanted to see 

vigilvandijk: have fun! but not too much fun 😌

↪️ jhenderson: there are children on this app in case you forgot (but we won’t) 

trentarnold66: I thought you left the kids with the in laws ? how are you on daddy duties 🤔

↪️ynhenderson: don’t make spell it out for you 👀

↪️ trentarnold66: oh that’s disgusting 🫠

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ynhenderson

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ynhenderson: lover boy 🥰

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trentarnold66: I think I might unfollow you 😐

↪️ ynhenderson: love you T! 

perrieedwards: axel want a playdate!!

↪️ ynhenderson: we’ll come by when we get back! We miss you guys!

[lunaekalenda]

jjk men reacting to you calling them daddy as a joke.

warnings: use of daddy and good girl (pnly on gojo), shitpost, crack, i'm bored in class and i wrote this yesterday at eight i'm sorry

[imaginesvoid]

Oblivious to Flirting | Trent Alexander-Arnold

IMAGINE Trent flirting with you and dropping hints that he really liked you but you were being oblivious and couldn’t figure it out to save your life.

When Trent asked you to accompany him to training, you agreed and as per usual you were getting ready in your bedroom when he strolled in and bounced onto the bed, admiring you in the mirror’s reflection. “Looking extra beautiful today love.” He spoke confidently with a smile that you only returned, “thank you.” You looked at him in the mirror before heading into the bathroom and shutting the door. When you were out of sight, Trent fell back on to the bed and brought his hands to his face. ‘Goddamn, next time I’ll just write it on my forehead.’

After training had finished, the guys all headed into the changing room but Trent stayed behind to see where you had caught up to. Walking around Melwood, he finally noticed you having a conversation with Ox in the main hallway. “What’s going on ‘ere?”

You looked behind you as he came over, draping an arm over you. “Hey Trent, me and Ox were just talking about training and his injury.” Ox nodded in agreement, smiling at the sight of the two of you in front of him. “How was training?” He looked down at you as you asked your question then looked back up, “It was alright, same old.” Once he had finished his sentence, you nodded and before you had a chance to speak up, a loud voice boomed through the corridors.

“Yo Trent! Stop flirting with your girl and give me a ride home yeah?” The familiar voice of Joe echoed before his head popped round the corner, giving you a smile. Ox clicked his tongue and gave Trent a “bro-handshake” before heading out to another room.

“Give me a minute lad, I’ll be right with you.” Joe nodded and disappeared back to where he came from, as your mind trailed back to the conversation you were just having before it was suddenly interrupted. Wait, you weren’t hearing things right? Did Joe actually say flirting? With your girl?

Your mind completely went blank as you looked up at Trent who was texting with one hand as his other arm was draped around your neck still.  You furrowed your brows and moved away from Trent, now standing in front of him watching as his arm fell by his side. He looked up dumbfounded and planted his phone in his pockets.

“What?” He said obliviously, paying no attention whatesoever to what had just been said. “Didn’t you hear what he said?” He made a face before he realised what you were talking about, “Oh, yeah i’ll be with him in a sec.” You facepalmed yourself as the confused look returned back on Trent’s face. “No, I mean the other thing. The thing before that?”

Trent paused, his facial expressions going completely blank as he shrugged his shoulders causing you to sigh very loudly. “The flirting thing Trent!” His eyebrows raised in a ‘I-get-it-now’ manner, “oh. OH!” You rolled your eyes and nodded your head, smiling sarcastically at him.

“Were you actually flirting with me or is it some kind of inside joke?” He chuckled, taking a step closer. “I was flirting Y/N, in fact I’ve been flirting with you for about a year now. Glad you’ve finally noticed.” Your eyes widened as your cheeks suddenly felt a lot warmer than they did five seconds ago.

He brought his hand up to your face and tucked a stray hair behind your ear as your head dropped down. You felt him move closer as his cologne engulfed you, the scent becoming like a sense of security. “I’ll see you later.” He gently whispered, leaving a soft lingering kiss on the top of your head. You felt a jacket fall on to your shoulders before hearing Trent walking away, leaving you alone in the hallway.

You rubbed your arms and tightly held the jacket close to you, getting a whiff of his cologne that so faintly wafted through your nose. Trent liking you, that’s something you could definitely get used to.

[daddyhendo]

NSFW Alphabet

Rules are as follows:

Pick a LFC player (I'll try to write for everyone) and pick one or two letters.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)