#liverpool football club x reader

[formulalfc]

trent who can’t go a minute without slapping your ass

literally, whenever your ass is in front of him he can't help but slap it, biting it lips as it jiggles at him. you roll your eyes and act annoyed but secretly love it, a feeling of giddiness running through you every time. will fully give a cheeky squeeze when he's walking past you as well and press a kiss to your cheek. he accidentally does it in front of your mum and dad once and your dad has a very serious conversation with him afterwards.

inbox is open send me some ramble requests <3

[cher-rei]

random texts with trent [ T.A.A ]

notes: just a little something to fill the void because I'm boreeeeddd. masterlist

[loviingpedri]

hi:) can u pls write a fic where trent has a secret gf (there’s no reason to keep her a secret, he just likes having her to himself and wants their relationship to be just theirs for a while) but his friends/brothers notice him always ditching them to meet/call ‘someone’ and they start teaching him like damnn are u in love or something??? thank you :)

secret lover - trent a.a

prompt: request

warnings: grammar issues

credits to all owners for images

trent was the best boyfriend. you couldn’t ask for someone better than him.

he prioritized you. he valued you. to him, his whole life is you.

keeping his dedication to you, it was a mutual agreement to be a secret couple. you loved it. it was adorable how you would be far away from him in a bar while he tried to sneak away to see you. how he would hide his phone when he got your messages. or when he simply left parties very early because he couldn’t bear to be without you.

of course it was getting suspicious. how he would step out of team dinners for almost 20 minutes to call you. his absence at places weren’t going to be dismissed either.

“hey trent. are you going to my place later for some games?”

“i don’t think so, mate. got some things to do.” once again, his friends were disappointed that he was ditching them again.

“what’s going on with you trent? that’s like the tenth time you bailed on us. don’t tell me you’ve met someone and haven’t thought to tell us.” the suspicion was rising once again.

“of course not. you’re my best mate, i can’t keep secrets from you.” lying through his cheeky smile, trent had relief wash over him as his friends just kept walking.

deciding to cancel your movie night since it was getting hard to keep your relationship a secret now, trent had decided to go to his friend’s house. if trent didn’t go there, they would come to him. and hiding was not a safe option for you.

“i’ll take some time to call you, yeah?” it wasn’t trent without dedicating some of his fun time towards you. it was hard for him to simply leave. he wanted to be with you every chance he could get.

“don’t worry about it. just have fun.” you kissed him goodbye and watched him leave.

trent took his sweet time getting there. it was the effort of being there, not how he got there.

“no way, trent actually came to join in on the fun.” getting out of his car, he was instantly met with shock.

“don’t push it mate.” after an hour of just playing straight video games and snacking, trent was missing you bad. he excused him to go call you.

“hey babe, how’s it going?” seeing your face made him instantly smile.

“not bad. just beat all of them in mario kart though. i’m a professional.”

“i see you got a new hobby now.”

“yeah. i might stay another hour, but i do miss you a lot.”

unexpectedly, his friends all heard the last sentence.

“do you have a special someone on the other line?” he was shocked, he just turned off the phone without even hanging up.

“what are you on about?” acting dumb was not his speciality.

“said you missed someone, i wonder who.”

“just my mom. don’t overthink it.”

“you’ve been ditching us for the past 2 months to go see your mom? don’t lie trent, you’ve been talking to someone.” he was in a sticky situation. he had no more words to say.

“trent, are you in love? you’re turning red a little bit.” just the thought of you made him light up.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” he touched the back of his head in nervousness.

“arnold is really in love.”

all of a sudden, you broke into a laugh which was heard in the silent room. that laugh was definitely not from his mother as they’ve met her before. trent cursed at himself for not hanging up as his friends demanded to meet you. the secret was finally out.

[joaofelix70]

MISS DIPLOMAT & MR. CHARMING |

dominik szoboszlai x female reader.

author's note: this handsome man's living rent-free in my head. he's a freaking masterpiece. talented, funny, charismatic, attractive. i watched interviews, tiktok videos made by supporters and much more to understand a little bit of his language, personality and what he does towards friends and loved ones. laughed a lot! i made my homework as a writer, hope you enjoy it! (compliments and any kind of retributions are more than welcomed).

summary: your job is involving the commitment of unify the population and create interrelations to another countries, using the eurocup qualifiers and the hungary national team executions. you just didn't expect to fall in love with the no. 10's captain player.

words and characters: 1,811/11,223. it was three days working too hard on this story. i'm begging for your consideration, lol.

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sports diplomacy: it's the unique power of sport to bring people, nations, and communities closer together via a shared love of physical pursuits. this responsibility is the reason of a transition between strangers to connected individuals, advancing foreign policy goals and augmenting sport for development initiatives. the complex landscape where sport, politics, and diplomacy overlap become clearer, as do the pitfalls of using sport as a tool for overcoming and mediating separation between people, nonstate actors, and states. the power of sport has never been more important. so far, the 21st century has been dominated by disintegration, introspection, and the retreat of the nation-state from the globalization agenda. in such an environment, scholars, students, and practitioners of international relations are beginning to rethink how sport might be used to tackle climate change, gender inequality, and the united nations sustainable development goals, for example. to boost these integrative, positive efforts is to focus on the means as well as the ends, that is, the diplomacy, plural networks, and processes involved in the role sport can play in tackling the monumental traditional and human security challenges of our time. credits: international studies association and oxford university press.

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MLSZ (hungarian football federation) ──

new training ground at telki.

"i can't believe that being in places like this made up my most theoretically utopian childhood dreams. what a progress in front of me!" you still witness exciting moments where you pinch yourself, trying to believe in the reality that surrounds you: visiting the new training center of the players who are just a few meters away from you, getting ready to represent an entire country.

"your presence is our privilege. a voice of the spread of eurocup to our nation, right here…" the technical director gives you deference, obtaining a measure of humbleness and respect by you.

"the honor belongs to me in its entirety. grateful for having me, sir. while the view is immersive and captivating — my fervent congratulations to everyone involved — could we retreat from the pleasant glass-enclosed room and see everything closer, on the outside? please? i will never get used to this atmosphere." you pour politeness and charisma to the staffs around you, being directed to the proximity of the field and saluting the employees who pass through your path.

meet dominik — your szobo — instigates the nostalgic combination of detailed moments in which your thoughts display as photographic retrospectives. you're incapable to oppose the little enthusiastic laughs, fidgeting the rings between your fingers and avoiding possible suspicious glances from others. however, for you, this wouldn't actually work. the lives of you both are correlated, but different.

the training session is finished. clapping your hands and celebrating the performances, you greet the athletes and recognize some familiar people. nevertheless, reality slows down after those dark woody eyes capture through your soul. his arms tattoos are glorified by the sun's rays, the same illuminated smile is offered to you: that one you got during the very first time you saw him — instantly knowing he made you testimony the accuracy of freedom, catharsis and emotional amorous complement. that he'd be the one to introduce you what you never experienced, what you thought you'd never receive or deserve. what love truly is. when you were novices in your actual professions, not even imagining the future gifts of your unreal purposes.

"there you are!" intimately, dominik points at you, being reciprocated by vibrant nods and your old sort of secret — not that mysterious or serious — handshake. "még mindig emlékszel rá? (still remembering it?). you're a real one!"

"hogy tudnám elfelejteni? alábecsülsz engem. (how could i forget it? you're underestimating me)". your defensive actions demonstrate purposeful falseness. masking any sensitive, verbal or figurative communicative fragment from him is a difficulty that makes you give in over time. honestly, you never complain about this. it's like he wants to understand the factors and layers of you.

"a te kézfogás fickó. ne merészelj lecserélni engem. (your handshake man… don't you dare to replace me)". a shameless wink is send to you, butterflies acquiring space in your stomach.

"és hivatalosan is a szavamat adom rá. (and you officially have my word on it)." your gloss is pigmented against your fingers while you raise it up, displaying an oath, wondering if szoboszlai comprehends that his replacement in your life would be blasphemous.

"diplomata kisasszony, (miss diplomat)…" the hungarian fingerprints are shared and you recognize the sign to hold them, ready to perform your typical fashion icon moment. "gorgeous as always. go ahead! you know what to do!".

amusement surrounds you with the nickname's citation. although, you could feel some curious glances, from the outsiders, about the intimacy between you and him. "i appreciate, our top-class national bless…" you move your body in rotations to exclaim the outfit's characteristics, lifting your feet to show off the specificities of your heels. "how is your hair so well-groomed after sweating, though?" your arms cross and you raise an eyebrow in questioning, trying to hide your fascination.

"thank you, my number-one fan, but don't change the subject. finish our inside joke, c'mon!" dominik grabs his water bottle and spreads the cooling liquid on his forehead, wiping the glowing droplets across his face as he lifted his jersey high enough to exhibits his fortified abs.

your attention is directed to any surrounding scenery, throat being piked. szoboszlai pretends he doesn't notice, preventing to embarrass you.

"alright, alright! you've won, bájos úr… (mr. charming)". your final comment escapes as, practically, a whisper. you can't control the shy laughter, coupled with the considerable redness invading your cheeks.

"that's the secret to make my day!" using his tongue to reproduce a sharp noise, he matches your humorous reactions. "would you like me to show you the infrastructure changes? i'm just gonna take a shower!"

"i've already been granted a tour around here, but in case you insist…" during the dialogue, some athletes cross your space, wishing them good luck for the competition. your concentration on the activity is significant, at the point that dominik's silent admiration goes unnoticed.

"i mean, you know me! i'm gonna insist anyway, so…" he reaches your captivity, bringing you jollification.

"i'll rate you as a personal tour guide. now, go there!" jesting each other, you both exchange exaggerated reverences, like a challenge of who makes the most chaotic one.

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walking around the area, various subjects are explored, informations entrusted. you ask and are updated about his ethereal younger sister.

portraits of the generations are framed. you magnifies his presence in celebratory pictures, dedicated to find him in the memories and achievements on that wall. pride shines from you and the hungarian finds it lovely.

"you know i'm a sucker for accents… they're much more than mere verbal characteristics, they're stories: life experiences, marks and scars. identities and cultural integrations." the topic is random. through generalized opinions, you're explaining conceptions and dominik is retaining mental observations. he exalts every scrap of your identity, like a faithful worshiper.

"basically, you're admitting being enchanted by my accent. i can see the stars in your eyes. a win is a win!" szoboszlai and his frequent attribute to physical touch, tickling your ears and playing with them. it doesn't bother you, actually: adoring the affection exuded by you and him. you feel like a little girl dealing with your one and only love.

"it's beautiful, how can you blame me? and hey, i know mine's making you grin too." he holds your arm, shivers running down your spine, the two of you being euphoric in the midst of your own enthusiasm.

"putting me against the wall? okay, hum… what were you saying before?" he's changing the subject and you have a natural wit to boo him. lifting his shoulders as a surrender, the hungarian focuses on the specific loose strands of his simple bracelet, which you get used to help him tie it again, willingly.

"trying to avoid the truth? fine! let me take care of you while i talk about my admiration towards globalization and communication. like, with every fiber of me…" you accept the conversation's direction and utter a 'voilà' towards the accessory's new appearance.

"that's why you're the best person i've ever seen doing this job." dominik compliments you, an act full of honesty.

"thanks a lot, mate. but which job? as your bracelet helper or my real one?" you provide tenderness, looking amused.

"i mean… both of them." szoboszlai chuckles, revealing courtesy by your continuous helpfulness.

"literally? because i know you know a lot of people. you're so young and already is the national team's captain." you nudge him in a form of tease. he's a starboy, it's undeniable.

"flattered! literally, thought. you were born for this, believe me." vulnerability collides to you, as his words are deliberated: emotions embracing you and warming your insides.

"dominik szoboszlai, my dear friend, you're gonna make me cry, right here. i'm sorry, i need to do it…"

innocent satisfaction builds strength over you and executes unthought-of approach to the tangibility of your gratitude — his colony enrapturing your sensitive olfaction — in the most out-of-control way. the sounds reach your hearing: a choir of angels singing hallelujah. he reciprocates the contact, laughing at your juvenile excitement. joining him and doing the same thing, harmonizing the triumph. in the separation of the touch, you both remain close to each other and the hungarian doesn't miss the opportunity to feel the softness of your side face, caressing the skin. appreciation and satisfaction invade your structure, delighting on the palm of his hand.

"just a dear friend? why are we pretending all this time?" dominik's reading you. the intimidation at the sight of him overhanging you is paralyzing. you don't usually back down, but in that instant — superior than your most repressed desires — your gasps are escaped.

"who is putting who against the wall now?" insisting and failing on your witty answers, shyness and uncertainty corrodes you.

"please, look at me! i'm not kidding anymore." his voice is questioning, intrigued — contradictorily vulnerable and calm — your rationality being fragmented, fragile.

"you know i'm not the kind of woman you're surrounding by, domi. i'm not an influencer, bikini model. i'm not a public figure. i don't live for the cameras and gossip platforms. i live to work hard. i didn't achieve any of this with some type of perk. my routine and your routine are based on traveling..." who could deny it? szoboszlai's always been all that you see. it's much more than a mere passion. your attraction to him is magnetic, intense, vivid. consequently, terrifying.

"i'm just asking for a chance, (your nickname). i don't lie when i say i've never met someone like you. i may be surrounded by a crowd and you'll still be the one to steal my attention, because nobody compares to you."

your eyelids are closed and the exhalation of his sigh penetrates your lungs with the numbing breath of life you've never experienced before. it's happening: the rare situation where thinking carefully about the pros and cons is unworthy, dumbness. your decision is made and the privilege's resolution unify your lips. the beginning demonstrates slowness and patience — the intensification through the concluded wait of the longed-for reality, transforming light and magical kisses into open mouths discovering each other and witnessing the endearment that both offer — hairs, necks, shoulders and waists captured.

"you're the first to create a meaningful presence in my mind and heart. i want you to be the last one too. i love you, kincs (my treasure). i'm finally brave enough to demonstrate it with no fears." dominik's forearm covers your upper torso. your back against his chest, noses resting on each others. rejoicing at the miraculous, incomparable circumstance.

"i love you, drágám (my precious). you're finally mine and it was so fucking worth waiting." his whisper: the living proof of celestial existence.

"how blessed we are…" intertwined bodies, coalesced essences. solitary melodies turning into the sweetest and most complete symphony.

[l5byrinth]

in your arms

pairing: trent alexander arnold x reader

summary: cuddling with trent after he comes home from training

warnings/contains: fluff, kisses, just fluffiness

a/n: everyone i apologise for not writing my requests for finnick yet im such an awful perfectionist so i rewrite a LOTTT and sometimes completely delete everything and start over. anyways i was reading trent fics and just had the urge to write for him so here’s this. it’s so bad but i wanted to give you guys something while you wait 😚 again im so so sorry

WHEN arriving home after the long training, Trent was utterly worn out. He rubbed his eyes tiredly as he stepped foot in the bedroom, letting out a yawn. You were laying in bed, already waiting for him to come home, “Hi, handsome.”

The boyish smile that graced his face because of your comment made you feel like the happiest person alive. He made his way over to your side of the bed. “Hey, gorgeous,” He responded, dropping his bag on the floor. From the look on your boyfriend’s face you could see how exhausted he was. You patted the spot beside you on the bed, “C’mere.” And Trent obeyed, not wasting even a millisecond. After you pulled the duvet over the two of you, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in closer.

Your lover took in your scent before he let out a contented sigh. Trent loved nights like these, because with you in his arms, what more did he need. “I missed ya.” He mumbled with his eyes closed, resting his head on top of your own. Your legs intertwined with his underneath the sheets, “I missed you too. How was training?”

“Good, good.” Trent responded, placing a kiss on the top of your head. You hummed in response , your fingers finding their way in his hair as they started to play with it. You look up at him and placed a kiss on the tip of his nose, earning a giggle from the man. He mirrors your action, then places one on your cheek, and soon he’s peppering your entire face with kisses.

Giggles leave your lips as Trent proceeds to kiss every single part of your face, whispering sweet nothings as he does so.

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷

description: in which jenna clark realises she may be a little rough with her girlfriend

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jenna clark x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction! Do not take any of this seriously.

warnings: this is a short one! just fluff

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y/n slowly blinked her eyes open, the sun streaming through the thin curtains pushing her to wake up earlier than she would have preferred for her day off.

The girl sighed and pushed her arm out to touch her girlfriend only to feel an empty side of the bed. y/n sat up, a pout on her lips when she realised her girlfriend was not in the room.

Just as y/n went to move, the door to the bedroom opened and Jenna walked in with a tray in her hands and the small patter of feet echoed. y/n's and Jenna's miniature border collie Mollie jumping at the bed.

"Molls!" Jenna warns, the dog huffing as she moved back down the bed, her head flopping onto y/n's lap as she sat up, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

"Hi fluff." y/n chuckled, running her hand over her head.

Jenna sild onto the bed carefully, bringing the tray down between them where their coffees sat and breakfasts, y/n smiled softly, leaning over to kiss her lover's cheek.

"Thank you baby." y/n sighed, Jenna sending her a bright smile.

"Of course, you've been working too hard, I always say it." Jenna hums.

y/n was in her final year of her solicitor exams and also worked part time in a law firm and in a cafe to help pay for it all. Once she completed her exams, she had a role lined up with a soliciting firm for estate and would be able to stop the cafe job.

However, as they got into the final term, y/n found herself studying late, running off caffeine and tears, frantic writing into early hours of the morning, a few hours of stressed sleep and then straight to work.

Jenna could see her lover burning herself out and didn't know how to stop it, so when they finally had a day off together the footballer made it her personal mission to cheer her lover up.

"I thought we would take Mollie for a W A L K, grab some shopping and bake and watch movies for the day?" Jenna asks her lover as they begin to eat and y/n smiles.

"That sounds lovely." y/n smiles, letting Mollie have a slither of bacon from her plate which the dog whined thankfully at.

The two ate in small talk and giggles before showering together in a similar way, ghosting touches and soft kisses as they washed and changed before moving to get their shoes on.

"Mollie!" y/n called out, the small dog arriving obediently at y/n's feet. "Do you want to go for a..." y/n begins but Mollie saw the lead in her hand and barked excitedly jumping at her playfully.

"I think she's figured it out babe." Jenna chuckled and y/n nodded, clipping her dog onto the lead before the two headed out into the crisp winter air.

y/n shivered slightly, bringing her scarf closer to her neck as she looked back at Jenna, rolling her eyes at the fact her lover just had a beanie and thin coat on.

Jenna always said she never got cold, maybe the fact she was used to playing in cold temperatures helped her, whatever it was, Jenna didn't often feel the cold.

The trio made their way into the park and y/n unclipped Mollie, Jenna throwing the tennis ball which made the dog race after it excitedly, y/n giggling at the dog who sprinted back and let the ball drop at her feet.

y/n smiled and leant down, stroking at the dog and cooing proudly at her, before she picked up the ball and threw it, pouting when it didn't go as far as Jenna's.

"What's that pout for?" Jenna cooed, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend.

"My throw didn't go as far as yours." y/n huffed and Jenna chuckled.

"Baby, I'm a professional athlete?" Jenna reminds and y/n shrugs, still relaxing in Jenna's arms.

"With your feet." y/n jokingly whined.

"I still need to be strong though baby. So I can fight off those other players." Jenna grins. "And so I can cheer up my pouting girlfriend." Jenna adds.

"How does being strong..." y/n begins but Jenna stops her by picking her up bridal style and spinning her. y/n laughs loudly arms clinging to Jenna's shoulders as the woman comes to a stop.

"What do you think Molls? Cheered up?" Jenna asks the dog who was watching her owners with a tilted head.

Mollie barks at them, before panting and y/n laughs as Jenna puts her down, picking up the ball only to throw it again, Mollie racing off excitedly.

"Cheered up?" Jenna asks, y/n wrapping her arms around the woman's shoulders as Jenna's arms snake around her waist and pull the girl closer to her.

"Mmm. Definitely." y/n grins, leaning up to peck at Jenna's lips twice.

Jenna grins at the affection, her hands squeezing y/n's waist tighter for a moment, the two enjoying their moment of peace as the cold breeze washed over them.

"You're it!" y/n suddenly yells, tapping Jenna and running from her, Mollie jumping around y/n excitedly as the girl grabs the tennis ball and sprints away, Mollie following.

"Get back here!" Jenna yells, y/n screeching as she sees the woman running toward her.

"Mollie come on." y/n giggles madly, her and the dog trying to make it away, however the dog had far more speed.

Two hands grab y/n's waist and she squeals, throwing the ball once again for the dog who bounces after it happily. Jenna grips her lover, exclaiming in victory as she spins her and holds her tightly.

"Jen! Jen!" y/n tries, as the woman stops, still holding y/n above the ground. "Jen, too hard!" y/n warns, tapping Jenna's arms and she gasps, releasing the girl who takes a deep breath in, wincing at her aching waist.

"Shit, sorry baby." Jenna sighs, cupping y/n's face.

"It's okay love, you just sometimes forget the strength you have." y/n wheezes out, smiling when Jenna peppers kisses around her face.

"You're shivering baby, lets head back now, yeah?" She asks, Mollie barking in agreement as the dog had started to shake slightly from the bite of winter.

"Okay." y/n smiles, pressing a kiss against Jenna's cheek as she clips Mollie back, the dog panting as she padded with her owners back home.

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y/n was changing her shirt into one of Jenna's jumpers which Jenna had happily taken off as she changed into a fresh one, y/n happily sniffing the clothing before Jenna gasped.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry." Jenna says, moving forward, her hand shakily spreading across y/n's waist, where her handprint was already beginning to bruise into the skin.

y/n looked down, not even realising Jenna had her so tightly in the park and expected the bruise. Jenna had yet to touch the skin and y/n smiled softly.

"Jen, it's okay." y/n promises, Jenna looking at her with wide guilty eyes. "Hey, it's okay." y/n promises, pulling Jenna's hand to press against her bruise softly.

"I feel so bad." Jenna sighs stroking the skin slightly. "I shouldn't be so rough with you." She adds.

y/n sighs, pulling the jumper on as Jenna pulls her hand away from the bruise, letting y/n wrap her hands around y/n's shoulders as y/n wrapped hers around Jenna's waist.

"It's not the first mark you've left on me Clark and it won't be the last." y/n says to her, an eyebrow raising suggestively.

Jenna chuckles, knowing well what her lover was talking about and rolled her eyes, pressing a kiss to her forehead lovingly, a warmth spreading through her at the way y/n didn't care.

"Besides..." y/n begins, leaning up to whisper her next sentence in Jenna's ear. "I usually like it when you get rough, don't I?" She asks, before pressing a kiss underneath the lobe.

Jenna groans, as y/n leans back down and the player leans down, connecting their lips in a deep kiss, her tongue quickly twisting into y/n's mouth.

"Come on." y/n hums as she pulls from Jenna. "Let's go make some dinner." She adds innocently. She begins to walk to the door but Jenna grabs her arm and drags her back toward the bed.

"Dinner can wait - I want dessert first." Jenna hums as she drags y/n onto the bed.

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[kunikags02]

Sleepyhead

Trent A.A. x fem!reader

Warnings: None, just pure fluff<3 Enjoy!

Night time strolls around, it was time for dinner. Trent was waiting for you because you haven't arrived home yet. He did messaged you awhile ago asking your whereabouts and you had informed him. Trent of course is still a bit worried as he waits for you. He didn't want to eat dinner alone. Trent cooked pasta for tonight!

Sound of keys jingling from outside, indicating you have finally arrived home. Trent excitedly walk up to the door and greet you with a big hug. You hugged back and stayed for a moment. It felt like all pressure was gone, just the two of you against the world.

Trent then picked up your bag and brought it inside, letting you in first by closing the doors behind.

"How was your day baby?" Trent asked as you make your way to the kitchen. "It could be better but it's alright. How was yours, love?" you looked back at him, giving a small peck on his lips. He grinned, you gave him a confused look. "What's up babe?" He just shook his head and told you to go and have a seat.

"Ouh? You made pasta? What's the occasion love?" Your eyes beaming with the food in front of you. "It's nothing actually. Just wanted to cook something for you" he brushed your hair gently, letting you start eating your food. You looked up and asked, "Aren't you going to eat?" he sat in front of you and answers yes.

You and Trent ate dinner together in peace, he knows you prefer to finish the food first before talking. After dinner was done, you and Trent washed the dishes together. It wasn't too much so it only took a few minutes. You then went upstairs and Trent tagged along, not forgetting to turn off the lights.

You went into the bathroom to take a warm shower and Trent was just brushing his teeth. It was a cozy night, comfortable silence in the bathroom. He of course finished first so he stepped out of the bathroom and changed into some pj's.

A few minutes later, you're out of the bathroom with just a robe and towel covering your wet hair. Trent looked up from his phone and smiled looking at you. "You're finally done babe" you giggled and make your way to the bed, giving a kiss on his cheeks.

"I'm going to do my skincare first okie" you got down from the bed and walked to the big mirror in the corner of the room. Not forgetting to bring your skincare tray!

Your delicate hands started applying toners, serum's, etc. Trent have a side view of you from the bed, the corner of his eyes crinkles, admiring you. He's always like this for some reason, though he is not complaining because he gets to admire the prettiest woman in the world!

Trent decides to start a conversation as you were doing your 10 steps of skincare, re asking how your day went, what's something interesting happened at work, etc. You answered him everything until Trent start's rambling about this new trend he found weird but wanted to try it with you.

"Okay babe, so the trend was like you do your makeup wait no. I do your makeup but you can't tell me which goes first and so on. So, you down for it love?" no response. Trent just sat there like "???" "Babe?" and when he saw you, he chuckled. You accidentally fell asleep while doing your skincare. Good thing Trent knows your skincare steps so he went down to you and continued it for you.

After doing your skincare, he carried you to the bed and lay you down. He grabbed one of his sweater from the closet and put you in it with one of your shorts on. You were still asleep, unbothered with everything that happened.

Trent turns off the light and slide right next to you. Covering the both of you with a blanket. He turns to admire you once again, gently pushing a few strands of your hair from your face. Observing your whole face from your eyes peacefully shut to your slightly opened mouth. He couldn't resist to give it a kiss and also another kiss on your forehead.

"I love you, Y/n. You mean the whole world to me. Goodnight love" he whispered and his eyes slowly starting to get heavy and falls asleep in no time. The night ended with you wrapped around his arms, love lingering around the room, the best way to end the night.

note: HI!! What do you guys think about this?? It actually just happened a few nights ago tbh, I was doing my skincare while I was calling a friend of mine and BOOM I fell asleep. Good thing she called me like idk multiple times and weird ways until I woke up quickly finishing my night routine. I hope you enjoyed this! Let me know your thoughts 💭 See you lovesss❤️

[ts1m1kas]

Original Ask: trent sickfic where he takes care of you pls pls pls pls plsssss (anonymous)

Word Count: 626 words

(author's note: little fluffy trent fic for my loves !! i hope you enjoy it and thank you for the request anon 🩷)

Trent had woken up for training with good intentions. He had actually opened his eyes for his alarm instead of simply snoozing it, but his head was pounding. He pulled himself to sit up, and his vision faltered. His nose was blocked, and his throat felt like sandpaper. 

After shooting a quick text to his coach, informing him that he wouldn’t be at training, he dialled the number of his girlfriend. The phone rang out a couple of times before he heard the quiet voice of his girlfriend crackle through the speaker.

"Baby? Is everything alright?" she said, her voice laced with concern.

“Yes love, everything's fine. I just don’t feel well, and I was wondering if you could come home?” He managed to croak out.

“I’ll see what I can do, lovie.”

Y/N walked through her office complex and knocked the door to her bosses’ office. When she heard her the sound of her boss telling her to come in, she moved her hand to the doorknob and let herself in.

“Hello Y/N, what can I help you with?” Her boss inquired, looking up from her computer.

“Hi Melanie, I’m really sorry to ask you this on such short notice, but Trent doesn’t feel well, and he needs me to go home and look after him. Would that be alright with you?”

“Of course honey, take as long as you need off. I hope Trent feels better soon!”

Y/N thanked her boss and collected her things. Shooting a quick text to her boyfriend, telling him she wouldn’t be long, she got into her car and began the short drive home.

Trent felt awful. Not long after he had rang his girlfriend asking if she could come home, he had ended up in the bathroom, hunched over the toilet, emptying the contents of his stomach. He was desperate for Y/N to get home and help him feel better.

Unlocking the door and placing her bags on the floor, Y/N jogged upstairs to where she found Trent knelt on their bathroom floor.

“Oh my goodness, you poor thing” Y/N cooed at her boyfriend, who was looking up at her, “I’ll go get you some medicine hang on.”.

Trent nodded at her weakly, she ventured back downstairs, grabbed the painkillers and a bottle of water and went back up to her boyfriend. Y/N handed the tablets to Trent and opened the water for him. She dampened a flannel and placed it on his forehead to try and soothe his burning fever.

“Would you like me to run you a bath, sweetheart?” she asked as she held the cloth to his forehead.

Trent nodded and moved his own hand up to hold onto the cold material of the flannel. Y/N moved over to the faucet of their bathtub and began to fill it. She poured in some lavender bubble bath and left the bathroom to grab some candles to light. 

Y/N then helped Trent out of his clothes and held his hand as he stepped into the calm embrace of the warm water.

She grabbed his shampoo and poured a small amount into her palm. Y/N then began to gently massage it into Trent’s scalp, who let out a hum of appreciation.

Once he was all washed and clean, he got out, and Y/N grabbed him a fresh pair of pyjamas. Trent got dressed and pulled Y/N into bed with him.

“Get some sleep, and then I’ll make you some soup baby”, Y/N told him while playing with his curls gently.

“Thank you for looking after me my love” Trent murmured quietly.

“I’ll always look after you, lovie.” She whispered softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

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*.·:·.✦ timeless redamancy ✦.·:·.*

pairing: kóstas tsimíkas x female reader

summary: in which you and kóstas' relationship evolve through each yearly interview

author's note: greek scouser been looking a little too yummy lately. had this idea from a kóstas fic by @curiousthyme but also trent’s interview for channel 4 sport and the pregnant presenter

word count: 1072

2021

“Hello everyone, welcome to a new interview. Today, we are joined by Liverpool’s Kóstas Tsimíkas as he recently celebrated his first year at the English club. Hello Kóstas”

He responded with a quick “hello” as you continued the interview’s introduction. Out of the corner of your eye, you could feel his eyes set on the side of your face. His strong gaze unsettled you as you tried your best to keep your composure in front of the lens.

“So, back in 2020, you joined LFC. How do you feel about this first year at this new club?”

“Well, it has been a great start. I’m enjoying myself with the team. We work hard everyday and try to improve ourselves each day so…it’s good”

With each question, Kóstas didn’t look away from your eyes. Throughout all the years, he would always lose himself in your iris, drowning in your pupils. Every part of you fascinated him and he showed it, regularly gazing.

“Moving on, I’ll go back to your first year in Liverpool and I’ll get a bit more personal. How did you get used to the city and overall new life?”

“Well…it was hard at first but now it’s okay” You watched as he thought of what to say. “My family is a bit far but I still have people here. My teammates, my girlfriend so I’m good”

It was hard to keep a straight face as he mentioned you. He never talked about your relationship but he thought it was a good opportunity to destabilise you.

“Oh, your girlfriend ? Nice”

You both shared a smile before going back to the interview.

2022

“Hello everyone, welcome to a new interview” You smiled at the camera, sitted on the comfortable chair, legs crossed “Today, we are joined by Liverpool’s Kóstas Tsimíkas. Hi Kóstas, how are you?”

“I’m good, thank you, how are you ?”

“I’m great, thanks for asking. So first, I’d like to know how life has been recently ?”

No matter how much professionalism you gained within the year, interviewing your boyfriend was still the hardest challenge you had to face. You still felt the butterflies in your stomach just from him looking at you in your eyes. Kóstas knew about it and loved teasing you in public, trying to make you break character at each interview. Just like he did now.

“I had to face hard moments, but life has been good. I’m still enjoying myself at the club and yeah…I love it here”

As you asked your questions, your right hand played with your ring finger where sat a shiny diamond ring. You twisted it from time to time, stopping once you noticed your producer’s widened eyes, wordlessly warning you about your unnecessary movements.

“How do you try to improve your performances each game ?”

“By training, keeping a good diet and a healthy lifestyle in general. At the club, we always try to do better than the game before so the team’s mentality influences my determination”

You opened your mouth to ask your next question only to be interrupted by your partner.

“I see you got a ring, you’re married ?” Kóstas asked, a smirk on his face.

You blushed, struggling to find the words to answer.

“Yes I just got engaged. I didn’t know you were so observant”

“Yeah, I proposed to my girlfriend recently so my mind is set in that mood”

You quickly moved on since you knew any more words on it would distract you from your job.

You silently mouthed as he answered the question you just asked: “You’re the worst”.

2023

“Hello everyone, welcome to a new interview” You smiled at the camera, a hand on your hard 7 month-old pregnant belly, body slightly inclined on the armrest for comfort. “Today, we are joined by Liverpool’s Kóstas Tsimíkas as he signed a new deal with the club, hi Kóstas, how are you?”

It had become a known fact to the public that you were his wife but you loved to play it off during interviews and never be straightforward.

“I’m good, I see that you're expecting, congratulations. How are you?”

“It’s a tad tiring but my husband’s always there to help if I need” You winked at him discreetly as his smile got wider.

“I’m sure, he’s a great man” He added, making you chuckle at the way he praised himself.

“So tell me, what made you want to extend your contract?”

“I just feel comfortable here at the club and in the city. I don’t think there’s another club that’ll make me feel like this right now. And with things happening in my life, I’d rather be somewhere I’m settled”

He eyed your stomach while answering, seeing it move as your baby pushed it. He tried his hardest not to be disturbed and keep his focus on your questions. 

The two of you had gone through a lot. You grew to go from a simple relationship to being married. And after all of these years, Kóstas always seemed to be amazed by you. 

Your beauty had never changed 

“So, last time we saw each other, you had gotten engaged, now you’re a married man, how does it feel ?” As you read the question, you turned to the producer behind the camera who wrote the question.

“It’s the best feeling ever” Kóstas held the biggest grin on his face as he looked into your eyes. “I have the greatest wife ever so taking this step was evident, you know. She’s my biggest supporter, always there for me so I’m glad to be able to call her my wife”

Your heart fluttered at his words. He rarely talked about you publicly but each time he did, he never forgot to praise you. And it made you blush each time. But today was different as your hormones were all over the place. And as much as you tried not to cry, tears brimmed up in your eyes.

“Oh my god, that is too cute” You waved your hand to dry the tears away.

“I know I’m the luckiest man ever”

You calmed down before going back to your questions and succeeding to finish it without another emotional excess.

“Well, we’ve come to an end with this encounter. Thank you to you guys for watching and a big thank you to you, Kóstas for your time”

“Your welcome, Mrs Tsimíkas” He winked at you, earning a laugh from you.

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I Can’t Let You Move On

i really don’t know how i feel about this one🥺 but hope you enjoy and lmk what you think

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pairing: Trent Alexander Arnold x Y/N

summary: Trent is your ex and when he sees you with your new boyfriend, his possessiveness gets the best of him

genre: angst (asshole trent which we love)

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“I think I just saw Tyler.” Anne screamed over the loud music for you to hear.

“What?” you asked in shock. “Tyler as in…”

“Tyler as in Trent’s brother Tyler.” she clarified and your blood pressure dropped immediately with the mention of his name. You haven’t heard it in a while.

Anne looked at you with concern in her eyes and was about to say something when you were interrupted.

“Hey ladies, here are your drinks.” Jack said in a cheery manner.

Jack was your boyfriend of 2 months and it was going well, he treated you good and was head over heels for you.

And Trent… Trent Alexander Arnold was your ex. He was your first real boyfriend but sadly, his life only consisted of his football and home and you could never get him out of his shell. You tried to make your relationship more enjoyable for the both of you but your attempts were unsuccessful because Trent never liked to go out. This wasn’t enough to end a relationship of course but soon, you started feeling like he wasn’t even trying to do things you’d enjoy and his lack of effort put an end to it all. The break up was heartbreaking and petty and you haven’t spoken to him since. This was nearly a year ago and Jack came in to fill the void of Trent, though he was seriously lacking in some parts but you could never admit it to yourself.

You grabbed your drink from Jack and started looking around to see if your worst nightmare was happening, Jack and Trent coming in contact. Surely, he wouldn’t be here, right?

“I think someone’s in the VIP section. Do you want me to go over there and check?” Anne asked once you were far from Jack.

Anne always understood you better than yourself and you didn’t even have to ask her. You quickly nodded and off she went. You shouldn’t care if Trent’s here or not, you mumbled to yourself. You are not with him.

Anne quickly came back and sadly informed you that all of Trent’s mates were in the closed off section but she couldn’t see him.

“Maybe he didn’t come, you know how he is.” she tried reassuring you.

“Yeah, maybe.” you said.

“Let’s go dance.”

You grabbed Jack and pulled him into the dance floor hoping to get your mind off Trent. You didn’t even care because you were in a happy relationship and nothing can change that. Song after song you danced with Jack swaying your hips to the rhythm and he was having the time of his life while holding you close but soon, your phone started going off. It was your mom.

“I’ll be right back.” you quickly said and stepped out the club to answer. The street was quieter than usual.

“Yes mom, I’m out now but I’ll text you when I’m at home. Okay love you too.” you hung up the phone and enjoyed the chilly weather on your skin. It felt so much better than inside.

“Look who it is.” you heard a voice you could never erase from your memory. It was Trent.

You turned your head to the side and spotted the man making his way towards you. There was a wide smirk displayed on his lips. You haven’t seen or heard from him in a year and now there he was, in all his glory. He looked devastatingly handsome and as much as you hated yourself for it, you couldn’t help but check him out and he realized. This only made him smirk harder, he stood less than a meter away from you.

“Trent” you flatly said.

“I see you’re here with someone” he said nonchalantly but it sounded more like a question. You were shocked that he was going straight to the point.

“Yeah I am” you simply said not wanting to get into it. Were you trying to hide the fact that you had a boyfriend or were you mad at Trent for asking an intrusive question?

“Well, it’s going to be hard on him.” he teasingly said and you furrowed your brows. He leaned against the wall of the club while you stood straight across.

“What?”

“When you realize he’s nothing compared to what you used to have, you’ll end this little first date and poor mate will be crushed.”

You were starting to get annoyed seeing his smug face. You always knew Trent was a little full of himself but he was trying to imply your relationship will end soon which made you mad.

“Actually, he’s not my date.”

He looked your way encouraging you to finish what you were saying.

“He’s my boyfriend Trent.”

You expected him to get mad, yell or simply leave but his response was more insulting than anything. He just started laughing and it seemed genuine which made you even madder.

“It’s cute.” he said in after his laugh slowed down. “How you try to replace me with him.”

“I’m not trying to replace you, I’ve just moved on” you said but suddenly felt the need to hurt him for not taking you seriously. “And honestly, it wasn’t that hard.” you added just to spite him and it worked. Trent’s demeanor made a complete 180 and his smile disappeared.

“You’re lying to yourself Y/N and you know it.”

“No Trent I think you’re lying to yourself, you thought I could never get over you but all it took was a few dates with different guys. I found the one I’m looking for.” you knew you were being mean but he deserved it after talking to you the way that he did.

He was getting angry and you could tell, he slowly came close and stopped so there wasn’t much space between you looking into your eyes with so much intensity. You wanted to act tough and show him you really meant what you said but him being this close to you did wonders. You could feel his breath on your face and he knew you better than yourself. Your heart was beating a mile a minute and you were shaking slightly, Trent’s existence always had this effect on you.

“Keep telling yourself that.” he smirked. “Maybe it’ll come true.”

He turned away to go in but this time, you didn’t let him.

“Why are you trying to ruin this for me?” you asked with clear desperation in your voice and Trent turned back around.

“I’m not”

“Yes you are, I’m finally moving on and here you are trying to remind me you exist. What, is this just a sick game for you?” you couldn’t even comprehend his antics.

He examined your face with such an intense look and once again walked over to you in the nearly empty street. His face was humorless and even a little scary.

“No, this is not a fucking game Y/N. None of this is fun for me, believe me. You belong with me, you know you can’t move on. Maybe this makes me toxic I don’t care I can’t let you move on, you’ll always be mine and you know I’ll always be yours.”

You were too stunned to speak with his sudden confession, you didn’t expect his possessive side to come out like this but every word he muttered was being engraved in your head and deep down, you knew he was telling the truth.

You couldn’t move on, neither could he. You belonged with each other and there was nothing you could do to change that.

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Reader is pregnant and horny all the time. Trent has to leave training to go and satisfy his girl

currently very broody so this req came at perfect timing

you were currently a few weeks pregnant with yours and Trent's first child, and damn were you horny as fuck. your sex drive was already high before the baby (i mean look at your boyfriend) but now it was a whole different level and you couldn't bare to be away from your boyfriend. you had texted trent so many times but you couldn't hold it in anymore, you pressed the call button and hoped to god he would answer. thankfully he did and you begged him to come back home, that you needed him in a way you had never before and your fingers just couldnt get rid of that itch the way he could. he thought you were joking at first but soon caught on to the desperation in your voice, cooing down the phone to try and calm you down, promising to be there soon. he jogged over to jurgen, telling him you had a problem at home and he had to get back, jurgen urged him home telling him he didn't have to ask if something was up with you. he rushed home, already semi-hard in his pants at the thought of you at home waiting for his cock. when he got back you basically jumped on him, barely letting him through the door before you had your lips on his. he let you love on him, bringing your legs up around his waist as he carried you up the stairs. he was so gentle with you as he lay you down, careful of the little life you were growing inside you, he made sure to place a kiss where that life was as he stripped you down until you were naked. you just know he'd be teasing you as he helped you out, "couldn't get yourself off baby? had to get me to come home and do it for you?" and you're just whining up at him, begging him to just put his dick in you. you both know he can't deny you and so he fucks you like you want him to, hands caressing your tummy the whole time.

inbox is open send me some ramble requests <3

[cher-rei]

hey could u do a comfort fic with trent alexander arnold where he’s maybe read stuff on the internet about him that are very hateful and the reader comforts him

reflection— [ T.A.A ]

but I love that man like nobody can [how to disappear- lana del rey]

pairing: trent alexander arnold x fem!reader

summary: after his injury, comments start to flood trent's mind and you want nothing more than to make sure he knows that they aren't true.

genre(s): established relationship, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

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notes: while I'm writing this I can't stop thinking about cody and the amount of hate he's getting because of the united match. he's human too and the fact that people are going to his instragram and commenting the most horrible things about him and telling him to leave the club genuinely hurts my heart because he's so sweet and doesn't deserve any of this. it's normal for footballers to make mistakes and they have their bad days, but putting them down isn't going to make the situation any better. we're supposed to be supporting the team and not blaming individuals for a loss </3

it's strange how the people that swear that they're a clubs supporter can switch up on players over something as minuscule as missing a goal or losing a tackle. it's the way players get dragged for making human mistakes, but because of the pedestals they're put on it adds even more pressure.

the comparing of players, telling them to leave their clubs and so much more pile up on the list of hate they get. no matter how good of a footballer you were there was always going to hate thrown your way, chipping away at your self esteem ever so slowly.

trent was headstrong, he knew who he was and hardly took harsh comments and criticism to heart. it was one of the many things you admired about your boyfriend, the way that he was able to be better and prove people wrong so effortlessly.

but he was only human after all, and it was bound to get to him at some point. it was after his first match back after injury that everything happened. he acquired the knee injury against arsenal in january, recalling the exact moment you saw him limping and biting his jersey to ease the pain.

you were in the stands obviously, worried sick but he wasn't subbed off for whatever reason. while everyone was rejoicing the win you couldn't bring yourself to forget about his knee, immediately rushing to the tunnel so you could see him.

trent swore that he was fine but you were absolutely furious that he still played the full 90 minutes instead of asking for the medics to at least check up on him. that was water undet the bridge however, and he was put off for three weeks but even then you felt that it was too little recovery time.

and you were right of course but he was eager to be on the pitch again. you couldn't pass judgement there because of course he missed playing, he felt horrible for being at home and not having any way to contributing to the teams victories. so when they gave him the green light for the match against burnley he was ecstatic.

and you were happy for him, but that didn't push your worry to the back of your mind. and then it went south when he was subbed off before half time because he wasn't playing at his best. the entire time he was on the bench he was silent, his thoughts running wild and his heart heavy with disappointment.

you were watching the match from home so you immediate reaction was to message him, his dull responses taking shots at your heart.

when he got home that evening your heart shattered seeing him look so beaten up. all he did was drop his bags and come to lay with you on the couch, his head resting on your chest while you reassured him that everything was going to be fine.

trent barely spoke a word to you until the following afternoon when he got back from his physio assessment, in an even worse state than when he left. he was limping, his head hung low and motivation to do anything at its lowest.

you knew that he just needed some time alone before you tackled the situation, so you gave him his necessary space until he was ready to talk. but then the evening came when his side of the bed was empty, and when you checked your phone you were even more surprised to see that it was only 2 a.m.

you got out of bed in panic, immediately rushing downstairs to look for trent but all the lights were off. he wasn't in the kitchen, the living room or even in the backyard. by now your thoughts were running wild, shear panic settling on your chest until you heard the front door unlock.

trent walked in, his lips pursed. "why are you awake?" he took a few steps closer to you, confusion settling on his face. "do you know what time it is?"

a dry scoff left your lips in disbelief. "I could ask you the same thing."

he went silent, not knowing what to say except apologise but you were fed up. you gave him his space and kept your worry to yourself, not wanting to make him feel any worse than he already did but your patience wore thin.

your expression hardened at the recollection of how distant he'd been the past week. "talk to me. please."

"there's nothing to talk about, I'm fine--"

"--that's absolute bullshit" your tone was harsh and it took him by surprise because you rarely raised your voice at anyone, let alone him.

he took a few weary steps closer only to see the tears walking up in your eyes. oh shit, what has he done.

"no baby why are you crying?" he asked soothingly and pulled you into his embrace, his hands gently stroking your back in comfort. his heart sunk at the few sniffles from your side, he couldn't believe that his injury had you crying.

you tightened your arms around his torso, an overwhelming feeling of hurt washing over you the more he comforted you. "because you're hurt."

he sighed. "and I'm getting better. the recovery is going well honey."

you shook your head against his chest. "I'm not talking about your knee trent." you finally pulled away to look up at him with teary eyes, which didn't make him feel any better.

"I know you read the comments, and I know that you're taking them to heart this time but--" you swallowed the bile in your throat, the mere thought of all the hurtful comments having you sick to your stomach. "--but you're not talking to me about it and it makes me feel horrible because they're not true."

trent's heart had just been shattered to pieces, his lips parted in shock because you knew him so damn well. he had been reading the comments, and at first it didn't mean much but the more they came about, the harder it was to push it aside.

honestly the worse 45 minutes anyone had played this season. trent has exited his prime and it's showing.

this is who you guys call the best right back in the league?? have you seen that match against burnley? kyle walker over this dude any day.

he was good until he wasn't. sorry not sorry.

I'm sorry what was that play?? all he had to do was keep the ball for more than 2 seconds. this guy is a joke.

nah get this man out of my club, I can't anymore.

trent my man this is burnley we're talking about. what are you doing??

he's seen it all. and for the first time in years he let the negative comments get to him even though he knew better. and now here you were, standing in front of him teary eyed in the middle of the night because he wasn't man enough to talk to you— his own damn girlfriend.

a heavy sigh disturbed the silence and that was an indicator to you that he was ready to talk. he took your hand and lead you to the couch, making sure that you were settled down comfortably in front of him.

"you know when we played city the away fans were yelling at me when I went to take the corner," he began with a half hearted laugh. "apparently I'm a shit kyle walker."

your grip tightened on his hand instinctively, but you remained silent and listened to him express his concerns and thoughts on the entire ordeal. he brushed the kyle walker thing off and said that he found it rather amusing instead of hurtful.

"but after the arsenal game when I hurt my knee something just snapped I guess. and you were so worried when I got home too so I just wanted to get better because I don't want you to panic over my injuries."

a lump formed in your throat, the tears resurfacing but trent was quick to wipe them away. "and now people are saying that I played like absolute shit against burnley," he shook his head. "which is true by the way."

this was were you grew defensive. "you just came back from injury of course you weren't going to be in the best shape trent."

his eyebrows raised for a moment, a soft chuckle leaving his lips but you didn't find it funny at all. "ever since this whole thing you've been saying my name an awful lot."

that was surprisingly true. you were upset so of course you weren't going to call him something endearing. you were upset!

you cocked you head to the side, a judgemental look on your face that trent didn't want to worsen so he carried on talking. you weren't going to bed until he had everything out.

"anyway," he chuckled. "I've just been feeling really anxious and self conscious because what if they're telling the truth you know? like okay I score goals and I play well but what if that's just me thinking that?"

his breathing had begun to pick up and you were quick to notice, and alarm going off in your mind and telling you that he was nearing tears. trent groaned in frustration and shut his eyes in attempt to push the tears back.

he bent over to put his hands on his knees to try and calm himself down before you started crying as well. your hand was running up and down his back soothingly, only for him to get back up and take refuge in your arms.

everything was finally starting to pool out, and it broke you knowing that he felt this way and hadn't spoken to you because he didn't want you to worry. the dark living room was filled with his silent sobs that you tried to ease until your own started to fall.

you shut your eyes and held trent as close to you as possible, your shirt slightly wet because of his tears. you wondered how the other players felt when something similar happened to them, if they broke down in their partners' arms as well.

it wasn't easy for them to welcome the vulnerability you assumed— especially if it were over something like hate comments. but it was difficult and they were only trying their best.

"It's okay if you cry baby. there's no need to apologise," you hushed when he said sorry. "It's normal to feel this way, you're human too and I can't tell you not to let those things get to your head but they're not true."

his silent sobs came to a subtle halt but his head remained on your shoulder as he listened to you speak so softly, telling him that everything was okay.

"you know what you're capable of so don't let anyone tell you what you can and can't do. as long as you know that you have people who support you and are rooting for you, nothing else should matter," you retorted reassuringly in hopes that it would help him realise that he didn't have to worry about things he couldn't control.

it was out of his hands, he lead the arsenal match in pain like a proper leader and that showed immense strength. instead of giving up he pulled through and made sure that the team were at their best before thinking about himself.

you put a small kiss to his temple. "I'm so proud of you. every single waking moment of every day, no matter what happens— I will always be proud of you for doing what you can."

this made trent smile when he finally got up to look at you with glossy eyes. "really?"

you nodded eagerly. "you breathe and I want to scream 'that's my boyfriend'."

that got a laugh out of him and he felt his heart strings tug. he loved you so much for standing by his side no matter what, for being patient and for just being you. he was grateful beyond comprehension and sometimes he felt that he didn't express his love for you the correct amount.

you deserved so much and here you were comforting him at the dead of night because he got insecure. his heart was overflowing just for you.

trent put his hand on your cheek and wiped away the stray tear that fell. "I'm sorry for making you worry. if I do it again just kick me out."

you laughed and his heart exploded. "oh definitely. pull a stunt like this again and I'll feed you to the wolves."

his eyes widened a fraction. "okay that's a bit too far."

you disagreed wholeheartedly and told him that it was the only correct form of punishment for the heart attacks that he gave you. "my heart broke like five times in this past week trent, so no."

he hummed and leant in for a kiss. "I'll fix it again I promise."

you felt yourself melt at the touch of his lips on yours— a tender kiss that held so much sincerity and love, an apology slipping through along with a silent I love you.

he pulled away and took a moment to look at you, drinking in every bit of your presence silently to which you hit him on the arm, a giddy smile and blush having you weak in the knees whereas he was mesmerised, not even realising that you had been trying to get his attention for a bit.

"earth to trent," you called and waved your hand in front of your face but he quickly caught it and pulled you closer to him, a yelp leaving your mouth before laughing.

"call me trent one more time and we're going to have a problem," he said through a smile but you just played along, finding it amusing.

"oh really?" your tone was playful and he wasn't having any of it. "well trent wouldn't-- ah!"

your boyfriend had you lying on the couch in a fit of giggles, him hovering over you as he tickled you but stopping every so often to litter kisses on your face which you weren't fighting at all. because everyone needed a little love, right?

[loviingpedri]

where was i? - trent a.a

prompt: where trent redeems himself as a father.

warnings: cursing, some angst (fluff at end), grammar issues

Part 2 -> Part 1 here

my secret

you couldn’t have asked for a better best friend. she broke into tears finding out your pregnancy. she cried harder knowing she was gonna help you with your little angel.

evelyn, your best friend, the one who could do it all even held your hand while in labor. its been a year since the birth of your baby, Aria Alexander-Arnold. you adored her. practically, everyone adored her.

it was still a question who her father was. but that was your secret. you lied to everyone about aria’s last name. everyone was fooled about her name, but only you knew she was a proud alexander-arnold. people speculated trent being the father with your public relationship, he made it easier by revealing your breakup by going out with a couple friends the next night, then getting caught making out with another girl.

you never cared on what trent did. it only mattered that he just stayed out of your life. you were living your best life.

“y/n, when are you ever going to tell trent?” evelyn spoke softly as aria was still sleeping.

“i don’t know. life has been so much better with just aria and i. i’m just afraid.” you sighed in distress.

“afraid of what? i know he broke your heart, but i still would think he would want to be apart of his child’s life.”

fidgeting with your fingers, “i just don’t want to get hurt again. what if he doesn’t wanna be apart of her life. or if he takes her away from me.”

“trent is probably the sweetest guy you’ve ever dated even if the breakup was messy. i say he’s the only one evelyn-approved.”

“i’ll think about it,” finishing your sentence, a cry was heard. you both nodded at each other before getting up to comfort her. opening aria’s room door, she was already standing in her crib. her tears stopped falling and the brightest smile appeared on her face. she is the most precious thing you’ll ever need in life. “hi angel. how was your sleep?” covering her face with kisses.

evelyn walked into the room. “y/n, it’s pretty cool today. i think you should take her out. i have a meeting at work, so please enjoy the weather for me.”

“good luck, you’re gonna need it.” evelyn kissed aria on the cheek before leaving. “let’s get you dressed.” it was a mystery where you were going. yet, you needed time out of the house.

soon, both you and aria had your fall outfits on ready to fight against the cold. putting her in the stroller and locking the door, you were prepared to just go anywhere. holy shit were you freezing. walking to the cafe a few miles away, hot chocolate was much needed. placing your order and sitting down, you paid no attention to the customers walking in. mid way feeding aria a piece of a chocolate croissant,

“y/n?” you knew that voice. looking up you saw a familiar face.

“hello jude.”

“oh my god, it’s really you. bloody hell.” jude attempted to hug you, but realized the stroller. “babysitting?” he looked so confused but was trying to process where you’ve been for the past 2 years.

“no, this is my daughter. her name is aria.” you put on a smile on your face trying to play it off like it wasn’t his good friend’s child.

“daughter? y/n, you had a baby? who’s the father?” jude was no stranger to you. he had one curious mind, especially in a state of panic. “wait, sorry. that’s none of my business. i’m just happy you’re doing well. it’s been awhile since i’ve seen you.”

you nodded at him. although jude never did anything, you were just afraid of trent finding out. you needed to prepare yourself, because word is gonna get out through the national team within a few hours. “it has been awhile. how have you been? playing for madrid, yeah?”

“my blood runs is madrid now. of course, it still has some part of england in it. i’ve gotta go to practice now. i’ll keep in touch, please don’t block me on instagram.” you laughed off the joke. trent must’ve tried to see what you were doing, only to be blocked on all social media platforms.

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trent’s reveal

“man, i need to clean out this closet.” trent spoke to marcus.

“shit looks mad trent. what even happened.” marcus picked up a shirt off the ground and threw it on the other side of the closet trying to avoid the millions of piles of clothes.

“went crazy, lost of organization. i could name a lot of things.”

“went crazy after losing the love of your life. has she ever unblocked you yet?” trent was doing worse than you after the breakup. he turned into a mess after learning he couldn’t reach you anymore.

“i don’t wanna talk about it. maybe i should clean this corner, i’ve never worn clothes from this section in forever.” taking clothes from the hangers and throwing it in a bag for donation. a box was revealed. “what the hell is that?” trent picked up as marcus appeared in curiosity. trent had 0 recollection of the box being there. opening it, he almost dropped it after seeing the words, “baby alexander-arnold coming on -/—/—“ and the pregnancy test right next to it.

“what the fuck.” rashford’s mouth immediately fell.

“is this a joke? who put this here? marcus are you trying to fuck with me.”

“no man. that’s a sick joke to put on you.

trent’s mind started to fill with idea of fatherhood. he didn’t dislike the idea, but the mystery behind the box was still trying to piece together. he set the box aside. stress filled his mind. “let’s go. we’ve got practice to be at.” rashford seemed more shocked then anything. pulling his hair at the fact trent just left the topic alone like nothing.

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arriving at practice, just a bit of warmups. kicking the ball back and forth. trent tried to take his mind off who put that box there. marcus taking concerned glances at him, knowing he was out of it.

suddenly, jude ran into the field.

“TRENT YOU’LL NEVER BELIEVE WHO I JUST SAW.” caught off guard, trent had no time to process what jude just said.

“what?” almost falling over since jude’s rough push of excitement and shock.

“Y/N. I SAW Y/N.” everyone’s face dropped at the sound of your name. you were loved by the national team. not to mention, the shit show behind the breakup and the reason why trent had to be at therapy for most of the season. “and you’ll never gonna believe it, but she had a baby.” the word baby rung around in his head. the news just got shocking each time.

“a baby? what?” jude nodded his head.

“she said her name is aria. she looked about one years old. mate, she kind of looked like you if i’m being honest.” the reaction of the last sentence was mixed. he wanted to be the father, but what if he wasn’t. he didn’t want it to be all in his head.

“hold on, you said 1?” harry kane joined into the conversation. seeming like he wanted to make a point. jude nodded at his question, still curious what was about to be said. “trent, when did you break up with y/n?”

“i don’t know. maybe two years ago.” it was impossible to trent that he was the father, but it was still likely.

“you broke up with her around late february. 9 months later, it would be november. mate, it’s december already. i mean, it’s very likely it’s yours.” trent wanted to pass out at that moment.

“i’ve still got access to y/n’s instagram.” saka said. pulling it up, a birthday post to aria was made. “posted on november -“

almost falling to the ground. “that was close to the date i broke up with her, just 9 months after. jude, where did you see her?”

“at ‘place’. what are you doing?” if trent kept up the same speed during the world cup, fifa would’ve upgraded his stats. he grabbed his bag and ran quicker than ever. it’s been 2 hours since jude saw you, but you couldn’t walk that far with just a stroller. trent was praying you’ll be around there.

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parking his car and running around. he saw a face. someone who he’ll never forget.

“evelyn. where is y/n?” evelyn’s eyes widened. fuck. she wasn’t prepared for trent to know today. she saw your text saying how you saw jude. news must travel fast around here. “please, answer me. you can yell at me again, but please tell me where she is.” it was bold of him to show up in front of evelyn. he got a loud yelling session trying to use her to talk to y/n again. she could see he was desperate in his eyes. she was confused on what to do.

“excuse me while i take this call.” she patted his shoulder before walking a distance away to safely call you. trying to whisper, “y/n help. trent is looking for you. i think jude told him.”

“oh my fucking god. what am i going to do?” you tried to remain calm as possible so your baby doesn’t think of anything.

“get dressed, it’s time for aria to meet her father.”

“what?” with no questions allowed, the call ended. you grabbed aria to get ready quickly since there was no time for fighting.

evelyn walked back to trent. clearing her throat, “i don’t know what you’ve heard. i’m going to answer your question now. yes, that is your child.” the word child was ringing in his ears. he didn’t know how to react. did he want to cry or did he want to run away? “do you want to meet her.”

“of course.” he nodded quickly. he followed evelyn like a stray dog. she knocked on the door to signify that he was there. you took a deep breath. opening the door, you saw the two people who you’ve spent your entire life with. evelyn walked in, trying to give you two space. “y/n,” he wanted to hug you. you only had one arm available as aria was resting on your shoulder. aria heard the unfamiliar voice and turned to look at him. it was true, she looked just like him.

“hi trent. very nice of you to show up.” you patted your skirt to reduce wrinkles and ease the awkwardness. “this is aria.” for the first time, aria flashed a big smile at him. she was never good with strangers, but this might be different. you moved out of the doorway and urged him to come inside.

“can i hold her?” you nodded at him. easily, aria was all over him. “does she have my last name? i mean it’s totally fine if-“

“yeah, she does.” aria alexander-arnold is the only thing running through his mind. probably the only thing he’ll ever need to think about.

“y/n, i’ve been trying to get into contact with you. i mean where have you been.”

“where was i? taking care of my daughter. sorry, i didn’t wanna seem like a distraction.” the both of you knew very well what you meant by the word distraction. you could see regret running through his veins. “i just wanted to ask you, where were you? you said you wanted to get into contact, but you didn’t try harder.”

“i understand my mistakes. i’ve missed the prime of my child. nonetheless, i missed your entire pregnancy. i promise to be devoted to both of you. can we start over?”

“it’ll be hard to not say no. you are the father of my child and high school sweetheart. i think it’s better if we do start over. the three of us, as a family.”

“we’ll always be together, forever.”

from now on, there would be no secrets.

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[luvsfootball]

red is the colour - darwin nunez.

requested by - anon

request - hi! i've never requested anything before but could i request a darwin nunez fic? preferably something related to reader comforting/calming him down after his red card? it's okay if not, but i'm super excited you write for him bc it seems like most ppl don't 🥹🥹

author’s note - don’t be scared to request!! i’m happy you’ve requested and i hope you enjoy!! sorry it’s short, i’ve been really busy with college.

his moment of madness came as a great shock to you just as much as the fans. darwin was normally a calm guy, but something in him just snapped today.

you watched in horror as darwin headbutted the player and he went down, and darwin received an instant red card.

the other family member’s in the box were confused at what made him blow, and you apologised on his behalf before grabbing your daughter, leaving to go and check on him.

normally you weren’t allowed back here during a match, but jurgen klopp made an exception for you. he knew darwin needed someone right now.

“darwin?” you whispered, opening the door and popping your head around the corner. your daughter, isabela, padded over to darwin who scooped her in his arms immediately.

“i’m sorry,” he murmured, looking utterly defeated as he refused to make eye contact with you.

it wasn’t just the team he felt like he’d let down; he was sad for you. he knew you had taken the day off work to come and see the match and he’d gotten a red card.

“you don’t have to apologise to me.”

a groan left his mouth and he slammed his head against the locker, screwing his eyes shut. “i do. you took the day off work to come here and support me, and i can’t even play anymore.”

isabela looked up at her dad, putting both of her hands on one of his knees. she couldn’t talk yet but she could stand with a little bit of support.

“papa.”

darwin’s eyes shot open and you looked down at isabela. her smile was wide and she shared a toothy grin with you as she repeated her first word over and over.

“you’ve just made me the happiest papa ever.”

you joined darwin’s side, sitting next to him as you both cooed over your daughter and her first words.

even though darwin had gone through a really tough day, he was glad he had you two by his side here with him.

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias/Trent Alexander Arnold x Reader - Dark Rivarly Part 8/15

What a perfect day to release a chapter hahaha. 🤣 It's derby day between Man City and Liverpool and with the beef going on between Trent and the team my story becomes more and more unrealistic, or what do you think? 🤔

Could Trent ever make peace with somone like Ruben? Let alone allow Ruben to date his sister?

Part 9 and 10 are already out on my Patreon!

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!

"These are actually pretty good."

"Really?" You perked up where you sat on the sofa in Ruben's hotel room. He was sitting next to you.

"Yes and the press seems to love the outfit you choose for Ruben, look."

Miranda turned her Ipad around, showing you the published images of Ruben, wearing the outfit you had picked out for him.

"I'll admit that I had my doubts at first, but the reviews have all been great. Good job Y/N."

"Um, thank you Miranda." A complement from her felt like a lifetime achievement.

"I'm gonna call the photographer that took these and see if he can send me the negatives. We might be able to use them on Instagram to summarize the weekend. Miranda left the room to make the call, leaving you alone with Ruben, who had barely acknowledged you this morning.

"I better pack my bags." You said, rising from the sofa. Ruben however, refused to move his legs out of the way to let you pass.

"Excuse me?" You groaned. It wasn't funny, neither of you were laughing. "Ruben?"

His legs wouldn't budge, and you were getting agitated. "What the he'll are you doing, move your..."

Ruben drew back his legs just as you were about to swing at them with your own. This caused you to stumble forwards, almost tripping yourself.

"What was that for?" You frowned.

Ruben's expression was emotionless as he stood, and for the first time the height difference between you was intimidating.

"I...I just wanted to go to my room and pack my bags." You stuttered.

Ruben exhaled. "We need to talk first."

"Talk about what exactly?" You crossed your arms.

"The way you left me last night, it was unprofessional." He said.

"Ruben, I told you that I came down with something." Which was a lie, but it was the best one you could come up with on such short notice.

"And what exactly was it that you came down with?" He asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Well you seemed fine when you left my side at the party. What made you suddenly wanna run off Y/N?"

"Ruben, for the third time, I wasn't running,  I just needed to get back to the hotel and lie down."

"So that's where you did it?"

"Did what?" You frowned, his tone spiteful to you.

Ruben shifted in his stance, crossing one arm over the other. "Y/N, I expect you to take your job seriously. For you to then run off with some guy...."

"I didn't run off with some guy."

"Don't lie to me Y/N, John saw you!"

The echoes of his words bounced off the walls. The room fell silent.

Ruben's eyes searched your face, he was angry and wanted answers, rightfully so. "Who is he Y/N, an old flame from your university days?"

"Ruben."

"No." He shook his head. "Don't tell me. It's none of my business." He walked over to the windows, running a hand through his hair.

"Ruben, it's not what it looks like. That guy, he is my...."

"Just know if you ever pull something like that on me again...." He said, slowly turning to you. "I won't be giving you any second chances, understood? Do your job from now on or the next time you're fired."

"There. The photographer gave me the thumbs up. He'll be sending me the...." Miranda stumbled into the room but paused at the sight of you and Ruben. "Everything alright?"

You were staring blankly at each other, something heavy forming in the base of your throat. Your voice shook when you spoke. "I have to pack my bags." You said and ran off into your room, gasping for air once you stood behind closed doors. You were gasping for air from the unstoppable flood of tears.

You were considering your life choices on the journey back to London. What if you just moved aboard and started a new life in some foreign country? No one would know you and you wouldn't have to lie about who you were. You'd be nothing and therefore be someone.

"Y/N! You're back early."

You stepped into Grandma's shop carrying your suitcases. You had forgotten your keys to her apartment but was glad to be welcomed by Jennifer at the front desk. However, her initial joy of seeing you quickly faded. "Oh my god, you're soaking wet. Is it pouring outside?"

"Just a drizzle." You murmured, as she rounded her desk to help usher you inside. "Is my grandma here? I forgot my keys."

"She's in her office, sorting out a golden suit. You won't guess who it's for." She giggled.

"Trent."

Her smile withered. "How did you know?"

You removed your soaked coat. Your shirt beneath had also been ruined.

"Oh my god, tell me about your weekend." She gasped. "London Fashion Week, was it as exciting as they make it to be? And your boss, was she happy with your work?"

"He." You corrected.

"What?"

"My boss is a he, and no he wasn't happy with my work."

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry Y/N. Is he high maintenance when it comes to fashion?"

"No, he's just a fucking dickhead."

"Language."

Grandma walked into the room, pinching a dozen sewing needles between her teeth.

"But he is a dickhead Grandma. And I don't care anymore, I'm not going back to work for him."

Grandma spat out the needles in her mouth, all the pins dropping soundless to the floor. "Well you're not coming back to work for me!"

"But where else am I supposed to go?"

"Home. To your mother, and tell her she's failed to raise her children."

"Ha ha, very funny."

"I'm serious Y/N, you're not staying with me. I'm getting tired of your tardiness, not to mention that furball you've got running around my apartment."

"What does Whiskey Jr, have to do with any of this?"

"He stinks, just like your attitude towards authority."

"I don't have an attitude towards authority. "

The bell above the front door rang in the distance. "Guys?"

"No, tell that to your current boss. I've overheard you talking, I bet he's done with your tardiness as well."

"Hey, guys?"

"What are you talking about Grandma, you don't even know my boss and if you did you would agree that he is a fucking piece of...."

"Y/N, please!"

Your argument with grandma was interrupted by Jenny's objections. She stood by the shop entrance, greeting the customer that had stepped through the door. He was soaked with rainwater from head to toe.

"You have a new client." She said, cheeks as red as they come. You on the other hand, couldn't find the words to speak and so grandma stepped in. "Can I help you sir, we're not open for much longer."

Ruben stepped forward.  "No....I mean yes. I want to speak to Y/N."

"My granddaughter?" She frowned. "And who might you be, young man?"

You shook your head as Ruben met your eyes. However he went ahead anyway. "I'm Ruben, Ruben Dias, her boss."

"Oh. My. Days!"

You saw Jenny bouncing up and down in the  corner of your eye.

"There's no way." She squealed. "There is no fucking way."

"Jenny please." You groaned, begging her to spare Grandma who hadn't been as quick to put two and two together.

"Your boss is Ruben Dias? Of all people." Jenny was clearly overjoyed by the drama unfolding before her. "Y/N, you're basically working for the enemy."

"Please don't be so dramatic". You sighed.

"Does Trent know? He's got to know, right?"

"Trent?"

You looked to Ruben as the name escaped his lips. His eyebrows furrowed. "Is that who you were with in London? Is that the name of your boyfriend, Trent?"

"Ha!" Jenny snorted, slapping a hand against her mouth. "You ran into Trent in London? Oh the drama. I can't."

"For fuck sakes Jenny!"

"Y/N!" The room fell quiet as Grandma's voice rose above all. "Language."

"But grandma..."

"No buts." She said, forcing your silence. "Now." She stepped up to Ruben, examining him. "This young man. Your boss? He has come here to speak to you, let's hear what he has to say."

It was a nightmare come true. Even Ruben seemed a bit taken aback by Grandma's demeanor. However he did gather the courage to address you as if you were the only two people in the room.

"I came here to apologize." He said. "For being a dickhead to you this morning."

Jenny snorted somewhere behind you,  however grandma shot her a glance that made her fall back.

"You have the right to do and see whoever you want. I was just jealous and upset that you chose to do so on the night of my friend's gallery opening. For some reason I really believed that the two of us were...."

"No way." Jenny gasped, once again interrupting you. "You're fucking him too?"

"Oh for the love of..." You grabbed Ruben's arm, pulling him aside, into Grandma's office in the back room. There the two of you were left alone, however this game was getting old, the game of Ruben hurting you then crawling back, begging you to forgive him.

"There's something you should know about me." You said, wanting to get it over with. Ready to get it over with.

"Alright." Ruben nodded. "Tell me."

It was now or never.

"That guy your friend saw me with last night wasn't my boyfriend, or an old flame from my university days."

"No, who was he then?"

Another one bites the dust, you thought. Telling the truth meant that you were going to lose Ruben, just like the truth made you lose your old friends. You sighed before you spoke.  "He is my brother Ruben, my twin brother."

"Oh, okay." There were clear signs of relief coming across Ruben's face, a slight twitch in the corner of his lips.

"His name is Trent, Trent Alexander Arnold. You might recognize the name since..."

"Wait." His expression went stiff again, carved by a deep frown. "Did you say Trent Alexander Arnold? As in..."

You nodded. "Yes, THE Trent Alexander Arnold. Liverpool's right back, however you might know him better as the guy that got booked for trying to punch you out the last time Man City played Liverpool."

Ruben's snort was unexpected. "Tried to, is the right word for what he did."

It made you gasp, as well as playfully nudge his arm. "I'm being serious."

"Trust me Y/N, I'm also trying to be serious. So you're telling me you're related to Trent Alexander Arnold, your twin brother to be exact?"

"Yes. I'm the oldest, if you must know."

Ruben's bright eyes searched your face. But it was unclear to you what had suddenly lightened his mood.

"Is this the reason?" He asked."

"What reason?"

"Why don't you want to be with me? Because of who your brother is. My "rival" in the football world?"

"Well that and the fact that you are my employer which would label our relationship as highly inappropriate."

"Yes, but it's mainly because of your brother, no? You worry about what he will think of you, of us. It's why you had him take you home the other night,  because you didn't want the two of us to meet, no?"

You nodded. "He doesn't know that I'm your stylist. And I don't think that I want him to. The truth would send him through the roof." You still wondered why it hadn't sent Ruben through the roof,  what was his angle?

"Y/N, I don't give a fuck about who your brother is?" He said this in a way that shook your core. Ruben then stepped forward, grabbing your face between his hands, tilting your head upwards. "Can we stop pretending that what we have between us isn't real?" He chuckled. "Can you just accept the fact that I want you and you want me Y/N?"

"You want me to run into your arms?"

He frowned. "What?"

"Like the girl in the painting." You smiled. "He's waiting for her to run into his arms."

"Yes." Ruben nodded. "Exactly. Come to me, run into my arms."

You crashed into his lips instead, with Ruben initiating it by pulling your face towards his. Just like that you we're back to square one, the game between you having stepped into a second round. And the next round was guaranteed to involve less tears and more fistfights.

[kierantierney3]

You should definitely write a story on the Carabao cup win. As per me, it can be on trent and domi (plus Mo) and the theme can be how trent was upset and in sad moment due to few things that are going on his life (injure/stalker) but after the win he again starts feeling better and Dom (and Mo) is trying to cheer him up 😊

Thanks for your request i got a couple people in my inbox with player request them being Trent and Virgil so expect the VVD one to come soon!

Masterlist

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Trent was upset, he had come back from a few games out and was out again but this time it was going to be for longer, that wasn’t even the worst point he would be missing the final against Chelsea, a game every player wants to play in.

He had made the trip down to London with his other injuries teammates, there was a lot of his teammates out injured.

“Hey Trent are you feeling ok?” he heard his teammate Domi ask him he just gave him a tight lipped smile. Domi or Dominik.

He knew what was going on in Trent private life, he had heard his teammates talking about it something to do with a stalker, he didn’t know english too well so he looked it up and was sad for Trent, he knew it was something lots of footballers had to deal with.

He also knew Trent was upset, but he didn’t know why which is why he asked Mo to help, he knew Trent a lot better, he had been at Liverpool a lot longer.

“Trent are you alright my man?” Mo asked Trent “mhh yeh” he replied not even looking up from his phone. “Trent tell us what’s wrong” Mo asked “It’s stupid” he muttered back “Maybe, but it’s clearly bothering you” Domi said.

Trent thought about it and realised all of them are going through the same thing, they were all missing probably the most important game of the season, a final, a chance to win a trophy.

“I’m just a little sad that i’m injured and missing out on playing” Once he said it out loud he realised it was a little embarrassing “It’s ok, trust me we all want to be in the team helping out, but we have talented player, look you helped up get here now it’s up to the others to win it” Mo replied back he was just as sad as Trent not to be playing but he trusted his teammates.

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There is was the final whistle, after 120 minutes the game was finally over, Liverpool had won it thanks to a Virgil Van Dijk header.

At that moment in time Trent couldn’t care he didn’t play in that match, like Mo said he had been one of the player who helped Liverpool get a place in the final.

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Thanks for you request, would have been out quicker but i’ve been ill this week and had zero motivation.