#oc : trent

[silver-blooded-synthetics]

Really feeling Trent right now. I know he's a side muse, but I'm in the mood to write for him, so if anyone wants a starter for Trent, like this post. If you are a multimuse, specify in the comments who you want Trent to interact with.

[vsemily]

What is a Timorvas?

[furybymoonlight]

Power

Pic credit: LFC

Warning/Genre: romance, fluff, tiny tiny angst, slightly suggestive scene in the end

Pairing: Trent Alexander Arnold x OC/Reader

“You have so much power over me…sometimes it kind of scares me.”

Author’s Note:

As usual, apology in advance for all errors since I am not a native.

Trent rubbed his eyes, walking groggily along the dimly lit corridor of his house. He had been asleep when he suddenly woke up, reflexively reached to the other side of the bed and found his girlfriend missing.

“Babe…are you here?”

He entered the quiet living room. Finding it empty, he continued to seek her from room to room with no avail, when he noticed something through the grand window of his living room.

The lukewarm summer night wind greeted him as he stepped out to the patio. He found his baby girl lounged on the outdoor sofa, holding a cup of coffee in her hand. She smiled as she saw him, putting the cup on the coffee table before sliding to the side to make way for him. Sitting beside her, he drew her to him, making her sit sideways on his lap. He hated having distance between them, no matter how short.

He kissed her softly before smiling at her, one large hand cupping the side of her face. She smiled back at him again, but a hint of melancholy adorned her beautiful face. He frowned, muscled arms tightened around her midriff. Something was not right.

“You should be sleeping….what is going on angel?”

She nuzzled him on the cheek before tracing the worry lines on his face, down to his nose, then to his plump lips. As always, her heart fluttered inside her chest whenever he was in the vicinity.

“I love you.”

She said softly to him and she felt the tension in his body lessened, but not gone.

“and I love you…so what’s wrong?”

It was hard to think with her securely wrapped in his arms. Everything felt so perfect for her, he was so perfect for her, so right, too right, that she feared when the ground finally shifted, she would just fall into a deep abyss and never resurface. She was a planner, she had a great career and she felt like her life was mapped out. She wasn’t used to feeling like this…like she was not in charge of her life.

“You have my heart Trent…and I’ll do anything for you…you know? I just…don’t know what I’d be without you…if you leave me...”

She felt instantly cold at that possibility. She kissed him then, fleetingly, as if just wanted to assure herself that he’s still there with her.

“You have so much power over me.... sometimes it kind of scares me.”

There, she said it. She sighed and closed her eyes. Great, now she sounded like those clingy whiny overly dependent girlfriend character in those tv soap operas, which she hated by the way. The calling of her name in his deep low voice made her open her eyes.

“Princess…I am not gonna leave you...besides, if the table turns, you think I am…what? I’ll be just fine without you?”

“Well…not in the beginning, but eventually…I mean…you’re Trent…you have everything in life, world class football player, the whole world knows who you are, people worshipped you, dubbed you generational talent, you even have a mural in this city, honestly.”

The scouser couldn’t believe his ears. He had loved her for what felt like forever, she was a part of him, air-level essential to him, didn’t she realize that? He cupped her face between his palms and looked straight at her.

“Baby…football is a large part of my life…it’s true, and I know I am blessed to live this life...”

He kissed her then, suddenly felt he needed to convey his emotion in more than words. Pressing his forehead against hers, he looked into her eyes and continued.

“You said I’m living my dream and that’s true as well…but having you by my side is part of that dream. Baby girl…football is my present but you, you’re my present and my future. I love you...to the moon and back.”

“You do?”

Her eyes brightened with love and affection as dimple appeared in her soft cheeks. His heart skipped a beat. It didn’t matter how long they had been together, she would always have that effect on him. He pressed her against him, though they were already as close as they could be, and claimed her lips in a fervent kiss.

She was his and he’d always be hers. She said he had so much power over her? Well, she ruled him, completely. His eyes darkened as he considered the possibility of living without her. It was unthinkable, and the length that he’d go to for her was limitless, he’d even give his legs, and more, to keep her safe by his side.

“Of course I do baby…”

He whispered against her lips, which were now swollen due to his ministration. His palm slipped beneath her t-shirt, caressing the smooth skin of her back. His lips tugged into a naughty smirk as he felt her shivered beneath his touch, the worry in her eyes gone, replaced by pure passion.

“I can of course, perform a demonstration…to fully convince you.”

He devoured her mouth then, all the while carrying her back to their bedroom and proceeded to do exactly that.

End Note:

Wrote this because I just need to escape the gloomy situation of LFC transfer window yet again.

Hope the boys win today!

Anyway please check out my other Trent fics:

See Me (Now)

Master of Assists

Thank you for reading <3

So….thoughts? :3

[mitskijamie]

Trent following Colin to PRIK

[the-offside-rule]

Trent Alexander - Arnold (Liverpool) - Good Cop, Bad Cop

Requested: yes

Prompt: 6) Good-cop, Bad-cop parenting

Warnings: none

Baby Prompts

As the tunes had been booming throughout the Alexander-Arnold household gym, Trent focused on his workout, the rhythmic thud of weights hitting the floor echoing in the room. "Dad?" Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Mila, his adorable toddler, toddled in, holding a packet of biscuits. Trent dropped the weight, smiling brightly upon seeing his daughter. "Trent, look what I found!" Mila exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement. Trent sighed at hearing her say his name instead of 'Dad'. He just struggled to correct her or even tell her to stop. "Oh, what have you got there, Mila?" With an irresistible smile, she extended the packet towards her father. Unable to resist, Trent took a biscuit from the packet and handed it to her, secretly reveling in the joy on her face.

As Trent resumed his workout, Mila waddled away into the kitchen where Y/n was cooking the family dinner and spotted her daughter munching on her biscuit. "Mila? Can I have the biscuits please?" Mila nodded, guilt etched in her face. "Where did you get these?" She asked. "Trent." Mila replied. "Mila, how many times? You should call him Dad." Y/n said. "Now, into the living room, I'll put on some cartoons while you colour."

Trent had moved onto his cool-down and was relaxing on the bike. Y/n walked in, holding the packet of biscuits. Trent looked at her confused, before reaching to grab one. She slapped his hand away gently, making him hiss. "Why did you give her these? She's going to spoil her dinner." Trent grinned, wiping sweat off his forehead. "Well, I couldn't say no to those puppy-dog eyes. Blame it on her irresistible charm, gets it from me." Y/n playfully rolled her eyes. "You're such a softie. Now, let's see if we can burn off those biscuits together."

Trent, catching his breath, looked at Y/n. "You know, these biscuits are like you." Y/n arched a brow. "Sweet, sometimes a bit crumbly, but always worth it." Y/n chuckled, giving him a playful nudge. "Smooth talker, aren't you? Well, you go shower and maybe, I'll treat you to something other than a bourbon biscuit." Y/n winked, before turning to walk away. "Is it sweeter than a bourbon?" He teased. "If you'd rather the bourbon babe, I will leave you with the bourbons."

[littlemagicalstardust]

Orange Cassidy has said before in an old interview: "You can do whatever you want to me but the moment you hurt my friends, then I get a little upset." It really speaks so much truth when you realize... Orange has allowed Trent to hurt him and would never fight back. Until the moment he sees Trent has hurt Chuck, he's upset and wanting to get after him. He really loves Chuck and always has. <3

[alicenpai]

it's con crunch season........ nothing super special but chibi galore. finally making the shaker charms of my dreams & thinking of having an OC corner on my con displays in the future...

[fuckyeahorangecassidy]

HOO HOO BOY, UNHINGED ORANGE HAS ME FERAL

[caslutz]

canon divergence tedtrent au where instead of ted sleeping with sassy in liver pool, ted sleeps with trent. it’s not a stretch to say trent would be there to watch the game as many other reporters were, and not even that far of a stretch to say he was staying in the same hotel. they run into each other soon after the team gets there and of course ted lights up seeing trent and trent blushes about 10 different shades of red. after the game and singing the divorce papers ted goes down to the hotel bar where he finds trent, and ted’s just vulnerable enough to act on that little part of his brain that has always been attracted to men (especially trent, since he had met him.)

ted freaks out after they hook up, much the same in canon, however it’s for a few more reasons. for one, trent is probably the first man ted has ever been with that seriously, and the first time since like college, and secondly it is right after he divorced michelle so there’s that guilt, and third, he really really likes trent. ted talks to the newly formed diamond dogs about his predicament (using very vague terms as to keep both his and trent’s privacy) and decides that he is allowed to want things, especially this.

ted doesn’t see trent again after that until the next press conference. (the next one that is shown in the series is 1x9, which is probably about a couple weeks after 1x7) ted, excited to see trent again makes a point of answering his questions with a smile, and catches trent after the conference to officially ask to see him again. I just love the idea of ted and trent having been hooking up since season one and having a messy on and off again relationship because they’re middle aged divorced dads and they’re figuring it out!!

now i probably won’t write this but if any tedtrent writers got inspired by this, by all means you should write it lmao, that would be very fun, i would read 100%

[silver-blooded-synthetics]

@amused-bouche asked:

how often does your muse self-reflect? Arda, Alma, Errol, Trent, Brook-lynn

Arda: She tries to self reflect often enough that she can become a better person, but it doesn't come up in her mind often. Only if she thinks she has made a mistake or done something wrong.

Alma: He's constantly self reflecting, to the point that it's a source of anxiety for him. He never feels good enough because he sets his expectations of himself so high. Perhaps he doesn't reflect deep enough to understand that he's too hard on himself though.

Errol: He does his best to avoid self reflection, because it makes him uncomfortable and honestly scares him to think about. He spirals into depression and existential dread when he self reflects, which is a big reason he's constantly looking for entertainment in others rather than sitting alone with his thoughts.

Trent: Self reflection isn't something he really is familiar with, as it wasn't encouraged much in hell. He's aware of who he is, and has learned to be comfortable with that person, despite flaws and weaknesses. He doesn't try to improve himself. He just tries to be authentic to himself. Of course, right and wrong aren't as important to him as survival and taking care of his own. So self reflection isn't really necessary to those goals very often.

Brook-Lynn: She spends time each night self reflecting and trying to be a better person. She's aware of her flaws and has come to accept them, but also tries to do better each day and think of ways she could better handle future situations. She's mindful enough to always try to make progress in self improvement, while still being authentic to herself and who she is.

[chamelien]

oops i cometcared them

[bahoreal]

james lance is what i want every actor to be. entirely unembarrassed, completely earnest, and absolutely obsessed with his gay little character

[thatwrestlingnerd]

What gets me about the OC thing is you would assume he’d scratch Trent’s face out after all he did and all they’d done to each other but he didn’t.

And for all Trent said all he cared about was his belt, he specifically keeps going back to the time he lost his belt but still had his friends. Lest you all forget this also was where he chose to keep his friends away to protect them after losing his way trying to keep the belt, even as it put them in crosshairs. This was the moment he picked them and it should have gone back to how things used to be…but it didn’t. Everything went downhill.

“Here are three reasons why I do what I do” is what he wrote in the tweet with this picture attached to it. It’s only recently it feels like he’s been trying to let his new group in, after a long time of some distance and unwillingness to enjoy the shenanigans, but it’s clear the old group still lingers. 😞 The fact the Conglomeration keeps trying anyway is why I continue to think the group is the only thing keeping him from teetering.

[mitskijamie]

main cast only for space reasons. no Bumbercatch sweep sorry

[glittermutt]

i found the missing cc. rejoice everyone

[bluetorchsky]

Happy Birthday Accordion!

A: *yawns*

V: "Wait don't come in yet!"

A "Hm?"

V: "Oh…Sorry, luv…"

*babies giggling*

V: "Happy birthday, Oliver. We just wanted to surprise you for today. I'm sorry…"

A: "Trent…I'm so lucky to have you guys as my family...*picks up Aurelia* Don't worry about it too much, luv. I still appreciate you and the kids doing this."

V: *giggles as he picks up Florence* "They were great taste testers, weren't you my little music notes?

*twins babble and giggle, leaning against their dads*

A: *chuckles and presses his head against Violin's* "I love you, Trent."

V: "I love you too, Oliver."

Happy birthday to my Accordion man! This was done in a bit of a hurry since I am the mf that forgot I was working the whole day today, so I didn't really have much time to do something special. But I always have next year (and the twin's bday and the husbands' anniversary but that will be on the list) Enjoy today my little man *pats him repeatedly, squeaky noises come out*

(Bonus in the reblog)