#robertson imagine

[escapism-writer]

Hooked - Andy Robertson x Reader

Request: Can you write a imagine on Andy Robertson where he falls inlove with klopps niece?🫶🏼 ( submitted by @egyptiankingg )

A/n: I’ll write for anyone, pretty much from any league/team, but seeing a request for someone from my team! Gotta love that!

Summary: Klopp's niece successfully lands a job as a sports photographer, but in the end, she takes too many photos of the same man.

Warnings: love at first sight, not proof read.

You sat in a waiting room, your leg bouncing from nerves as you thought about everything that could go wrong. Your stressful thoughts got cut out by the sight of your Uncle and a women walking in. The women handed you a piece of paper before breaking the silence.

"Congratulations, your qualifications were exactly what we were looking for."

You started down at the paper, it was filled with details about the up and coming event that you would be needed for, the first one being tomorrow. As you finished reading the paper you stood up to shake the women's hand and hugged your uncle.

"Thank you so much."

——————————————————————————

You thanked the other photographer, for helping you set up the camera in the perfect position. You were offered to take some photos of some Liverpool players training sessions. You took it, knowing it would be better to start practicing with the equipment while they were training, instead of an actual match. After half an hour of taking photos of the empty training grounds, your eyes were met with players exiting the changing rooms. You felt your eyes fall upon a few players you had met through your uncle.

As the players started their usual training, you watched them though the camera lens. Changing the angles, noting down the ones with the perfect lighting and views. You lifted your head up, feeling someone starting at you, your eyes were instantly met with a players brown ones. He quickly moved his head going back to his activity. Acting as if nothing happened he started a conversation with his friend, who you had met before.

“Mate, Trent!”

Andy repeated himself multiple times, begging for the attention of his friend. After giving up, he dropped his equipment and tapped Trent on his shoulder. As Trent turned to face him, Andy spoke up once again, but this time much quieter.

“Who is the photographer? I’ve never seen her before”

Trent looks over to you, and then back at Andy. He bursts out laughing, trying to talk as he did.

“What? Do you like her?”

Andy’s eyebrows furrowed at his friends reaction, before looking back over to you. You were now writing something down in your notepad.

“I dont know, I’m just curious I guess.”

Andy shrugged as Trent built his posture back up.

“Thats Y/N. She’s Klopps niece.”

He now knew why Trent was laughing at him, he was checking out his managers niece.

Though out the day, you couldn’t help but find yourself moving the camera towards the player who you had instantly grew a connection to. You knew him as Robertson, only because of TV or when he came up in conversation with your Uncle. You took a lot of photos, the majority of them being Andy. As you lifted the camera up for one last photo of the team during a team talk, your eyes widened as Andy lifted his hand slightly waving towards you.

You lowered the camera, face red from embarrassment. You lifted your hand slightly too, returning the wave. As the talk ended, all the players went back to the changing rooms. Trent followed Andy’s line of sight, tracing it to you.

“Wow. One day and your hooked to her. I wonder what Klopp would think.”

Trent patted Andy’s shoulder, guiding him to the changing rooms. As he did the eye contact between the both of you was broken. Andy laughed slightly at himself.

“If love at first sight exists, I think I just experienced it.”

[taasgirl]

girlfriend, or girl that's a friend? - trent alexander arnold

summary: y/n is klopps duaghter and is in a cheeky relationship with mr arnold

liked by virgilvandijk, taylorhinds, maryearps, and 35, 928 others ynusername i bleed red

trentarnold66 I think everyone bleeds red, love

user56783 Y/N is so incredibly real for that second slide

dominikszoboszlai Surely you leak the starting lineup for next week

user01382 Y/N IS THE MOMENTTTTT

user45292 she's so incredibly real

taylorhinds my bb

ynusername TAYLORRRRR

liked by liverpoolfc, virgilvandijk, andyrobertson, and 338, 012 others trentarnold66 New kits are freshhhh #dad

ynusername minecraft?

user69132 y/n saying what everyone's thinking

ynusername why are there more photos of u and my dad than me and him??

liverpoolfc 🔥🔥

liked by alemacallister, missybokearns, sadiomane, and 44, 291 others ynusername yk its bad when gameday is the only day out

user82031 aww soft launch

liverpoolfc Up the Y/N

leahwilliamson god y/n you can tie ur own laces

ynusername can you tie the other one for me

user05682 y/n don't post about liverpool challenge go! liked by ynusername

liked by user66293, user79281, user91320, and 376 others user17320 my honest reaction to THAT photo of trent...

user80131 real

ynusername guys trust I was as shocked as u

user63821 When u find out the deets, let us know

liked by liverpoolfcw, firmino, virgilvandijk, and 3, 892, 036 others liverpoolfc From the archive... Our 2019/2020 Prem win 🤩

trentarnold66 😍😍

ynusername what a day

user60120 there's not one photo where trent looks bad in liked by ynusername

liked by harveyelliot, mosalah, leahwilliamson, and 33, 809 others ynusername atp my phone is harvey's phone too.

harveyelliott The way that this isn't even a fraction of them 🤣

trentarnold66 Where's our selfie @ harveyelliott??

user56283 bless darwin he looks so shocked 😭😭

liked by ynusername, judebellingham, niko, and 549, 730 others trentarnold66 Life as of late.

chunkz My boyyyyy 🔥

user02391 WHO THE FUCKKKKK

ynusername JUMPSCARE

user68293 there is so much in this dump to unpack...

liked by dominikszoboszlai, sadiomane, trentaronld66, and 47, 287 others ynusername king of my heart, body and soul

trentarnold66 woah pda 🚨

ynusername can you stfu???

user69323 y/n and trent soft launching their partners rn i cant

dominikszoboszlai Cuties

liked by virgilvandij, liverpoolfc, ynusername, and 293, 736 others andyrobertson Mi familia

user79213 SORRY???? IS THAT Y/N AND TRENT??

ynusername ANDREW

user02831 huh?

liked by pedri, lottewubbenmoy, darwinnunes, and 66, 872 others ynusername since everyone was so curious @ trentarnold66

trentarnold66 hey baby

user23392 This disgusts me (i'm actually v happy)

andyrobertson IM SORRY

liked by ynusername, dominikszoboszlai, gavi, and 2, 763, 932 others trentarnold66 Finally this soft launch thing is over

trentarnold66 She's so pretty

user61932 the way he commented this on his own post

ynusername 🩷

user76302 my question is - how does klopp feel about this???

put in reqs! i'm working on 'say something pt4' so stay tunned. lmk if you liked this!

[20-th-centurygirl]

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[libraryofloveletters]

The Red Carpet

Virgil Van Dijk x Actress!Reader 

Warnings: fem!reader, lots of joking and teasing, virgil’s crush on matip, secret marriage, private but public on the lowest of lows, the Liverpool boys love her like their own, virg and reader think they’re so slick, flirting on main, haters will be haters, mentions of affairs/cheating,  a spin on the Calvin Klein campaign big virg did <333

Word Count: 3.2k

Author’s Note: y’all know I had to do one for big daddy virg <333 enjoy this one! I had fun writing it <3

---- 

“Beloved actress and humanitarian, Y/n L/n everybody!” The interviewer introduces you to the camera. 

You were on the last leg of your press tour of Cause Without Desire. You had made the move from TV to the big screen but you were well known, playing major roles on some massive tv shows. The cast had just wrapped up in Asia and today was the last of the interviews for you, seeing that the premiere was in 2 days. 

“Hi!” You smiled, “thank you so much for having me.” 

“Thank you for being here, you look lovely.” He compliments you, making you smile. 

The two of you go over a few moments in the trailer, talking about what it was like to work on a movie set compared to a tv set and how you plan on celebrating the movie’s success. He notices the wedding band on your finger, moving onto his next point. “I haven’t seen you since before you got married, congratulations!” 

“Thank you!” You smiled, instinctively glancing down at your wedding band. 

“I’ve heard your husband is a massive football fan, as are you. Will you two be catching any games while you’re here?”

“Well, I've got to check my schedule but unfortunately, he's busy with work so it’s probably a no to the game.” 

“That’s a shame, it’s much better seeing the match in person.” 

“It is,” you nod, agreeing with him. “Which club do you two support?” The man asks, hoping for some details on your very private marriage. 

“We’re both massive Liverpool fans.” You tell him, bare minimum details. The man nods, telling you about his favourite club. “Do you have different favourite players?” 

“We do, he likes Matip but I've always liked Robbo and Mo; I cannot pick between those two.” 

“Solid choices, I've been known to like Van Dijk from time to time,” the interviewer tells you, earning a smile and a nod. “Yeah, he’s pretty good too.” 

He gets the signal to wrap up the interview, thanking you for joining them and good luck with the movie. You wait for them to end the segment to say your goodbyes and get up, walking over to your agent, Suzanna, who was waiting with your phone. 

“He texted,” she says, a smile on her face. 

You glance at your phone, seeing a message from your husband. 

From Big Daddy Virg: nice to see that someone likes me. 

He must have watched your interview. 

To Big Daddy Virg: shut your face. 

From Big Daddy Virg: make me. 🙄

To Big Daddy Virg: I’ll see you when I get home. Go back to your training. 

From Big Daddy Virg: I will, love you. 

To Big Daddy Virg: love you ❤️

--- 

89:08 and the score is 2-0, Liverpool about to take the win. You were amongst the rest of the fans, you were a regular person after all. You and the little boy next to you along with his father were shouting and cheering. 

They were playing at home and the red covered the entirety of Anfield, a few speckles of yellow in between. 

Once the game ended, you found your way down to the team. You were talking to one of the physios when you heard the unmistakable accent. “Oi Mrs. V!” Trent shouts from the other end of the hallway. It was only Liverpool staff and team members hanging around so it was fine that he called you that, despite you warning him multiple times not to call you that. 

“You do know you’re only 3 years younger than me, right? Calling me Mrs. V makes me seem like a 100 years old.” You nudged his side when he slung an arm over your shoulder. 

Trent shrugs, “you’re basically 100 to me.” You roll your eyes at his comment. You looked at Trent like an annoying little brother; the player always getting on your nerves but in a loving way. 

You were turning 28 this year while Virgil was turning 32. You two met 4 years ago, hit it off instantly and started dating. After a year and a half of dating, he asked you to marry him; you said yes. 

In August of last year, you two got married. 

It was a quiet ceremony; family, close friends, and the Liverpool players of course. 

It wasn’t a secret that either of you were married, just who you were married to was left unknown. Both of you wore your rings, no one seemed to piece it together though; football fans assumed he got married and your fans thought your ring was a prop for the role you had at the time. It wasn’t until an interviewer asked about you still wearing your prop ring that you said you were married. 

Trent walks you in the direction of the locker room, Mo was outside talking with Ox. You let Trent go and get cleaned up, leaving you with the men. You caught up with the two of them, both Mo and Ox show you photos of their kids and update you on them. You ask about their wives, telling them to tell them hello for you and that all of you wives and girlfriends need to catch up for lunch one day. 

“Oh, can you take a photo for me? Everyone is expecting me to post with Mo at some point,” you ask Ox, handing the phone over to him. 

You and Mo stood together, smiling at the camera as Ox took the photos. Andy was coming out of the locker room and you called for him, telling him to join you two. Now you were squishing between two players, Ox glancing to the side before taking the photos. 

All of a sudden, you feel a weight against your back; one you know too well. 

Virgil had his arms around Andy and Mo, squeezing the 3 of you together. Ox eventually turns the camera, taking a series of blurry selfies before handing the phone back over to you. 

Mo says bye, heading in to change and Andy was heading out for the night, Ox joining him. That left you and Virgil in the hallway. You lean on the wall, looking up at your husband. 

“You were good today,” you tell him, fiddling with the hem of the jersey you had on. “You look good with my number.” He says, a hand on your hip. The jersey you had on had a number 4 in the middle and his name on your back, hair pinned up so you could see it. 

Swatting his hand away, you roll your eyes. “I give you a compliment and you don’t even say thank you.” 

“I paid you a compliment too.” He huffs, pulling you flat against him. Your hand rests on his chest, “you are such a weirdo.” 

“Shut up.” Virgil smiles, leaning down to give you a kiss. 

The two of you were wrapped up in each other, neither of you noticed Klopp going by. “This isn’t high school, get a room.” He calls as he passes by, teasingly making a face at you two as he does. 

Your face drops into Virgil’s chest, cheeks red and he laughs. “Will do!” 

The two of you head home, deciding to have an early night or at least that was the plan until Virgil says he wants to go out for dinner. “You want to go out?” You asked him and he nodded, unlocking the door for you. 

“Why not? We can’t hide forever, babe.” 

“We absolutely can.” You start walking to the bedroom, your husband following behind you. “Y/n,” he groans, knowing you were being annoying for no reason. 

“Virgil,” you mock, turning to face him. He hugs you and the two of you fall onto the bed - more like Virgil drops on top of you and you fall onto the bed. 

His chin resting on your sternum as he looks up at you. “Let’s go out.” 

“Okay, go shower and I'll get dressed.” 

He smiles, giving you a kiss before getting up. You lay in bed for a bit longer, posting a few photos from the game to your instagram. A series of blurry selfies that Ox took on your phone gets posted to your story before you make the actual post. 

A photo of you and Mo, followed by the one with Andy and Mo, then finally the one with Virgil. 

@.Y/N_L/N: players of the match! ft a really tall photobomber @.virgilvandijk

tagged: @.mosalah @.andyrobertson94 @.virgilvandijk

The photos gain traction rather fast, by the time you’ve picked out your outfit for dinner, there’s over 300 comments and nearly 100,000 likes. You read through some of the comments; while most of them are sweet, there’s a few bitter ones in between

@.y/nnumberonefan: so cute! love that you support Liverpool! 

@.andyrobertson94: it was good to see you again! ❤️

@.inlovewithy/nl/n: robbo, the egyptian king and van dijk!! superior choices y/n

@.mosalah: ❤️❤️❤️

@.y/nsbiggesthater: if Andy and Mo are her favourites, why is she wearing a virgil jersey ? #fakefan 

@.Y/N_L/N: @.y/nsbiggesthater forgot my robbo jersey unfortunately. this was the only one left in store :)) 

Tossing the phone on the bed, you get dressed for dinner and Virgil joins you in the bedroom. The two of you head out not long after that. Virgil drove, opening the door for you when you arrived. Neither of you noticed the paparazzi across the road taking photos of the two of you. You went about your evening as normal, enjoying dinner like a normal couple. 

“The premiere is tomorrow, right?” He asks, hand across the table to touch yourself. 

“Yeah, wanna come?” 

“You want me to go?” 

You roll your eyes, “no, I don’t.” Your tone flat, Virgil’s brows furrow. You give his hand a squeeze. “Kidding, of course I want you there.” 

Dinner was quiet, chatting about your plans post movie craziness, plus Virgil had a break coming up soon. You two decide to call it a night and head home, your husband’s hand on the small of your back as you wait for the valet to bring up the car. 

He looks down at you, smiling. You lean into the side and you still had not noticed the cameras across the street.

You could see why anyone who thought you were married to other people would think something weird was going on between you two. 

--- 

The next morning, your phone blaring woke you up. Multiple text messages coming in at once. Suzanna was ringing down your line, trying to get ahold of you. 

From Suzanna: Y/N!!!!

From Suzanna: What is it?? 

She sent about 4 different links, all of them suggesting that both you and Virgil were cheating on your significant others. A series of photos leaked from your dinner last night; him opening the car door for you, the two of you across the table from each other, Virgil’s hand on your back while waiting for the car was what really did it in. 

To Suzanna: We went to dinner. 

From Suzanna: I can see that but right now, it looks bad on both of you. Either make it public or don’t do that again. 

To Suzanna: We're married, Suz. I’m not gonna hide forever. 

From Suzanna: I’m not telling you too. I’m telling you that it doesn’t look good before the public assumes you’re married to other people and you’re cuddled up in a restaurant. 

You understood what Suzanna meant, this wasn’t the first time photos had come out of you and Virgil. Photos had leaked during the filming of the movie;  you and a man but they couldn’t tell who it was. He had his hood on and his back was turned to the camera. 

Virg was half asleep, his arm tossed over your legs and his head buried in your side. Your finger twirls the loose strands of hair, giving it a soft tug as you move to rake your fingers through it. You feel the man shift closer to your hand - a signal to keep going. 

“Suz is giving me shit,” you say quietly, knowing he was awake. “Why?” He mumbles, face still buried in your side. 

You sigh, setting the phone down. “They think we’re having an affair.” 

Virgil looks up, the amused look on his face was enough to make you laugh. “You’re having an affair with.. your own husband ?” 

“Apparently so.” 

You watch as he rolls over, now laying on his back as he drops his head into your lap. You look down at your husband, smiling as you watch him stretch out and get comfortable again. “She says it looks bad on both of us, they think we’re married to different people obviously.”

He’s staring up at the ceiling for a moment. “Yeah, I know.” 

“I’ll tell her you’re coming to the premiere though, but I don’t know how much longer we can keep this a secret.” You looked down at your husband for his input. 

He nods, agreeing. “Yeah, but I don’t think we should make it public there. I don’t want that to take away from the premiere. You worked so hard, you deserve to enjoy it.” 

It was never your intention to keep your marriage a secret. 

Both you and Virgil are very private people so it's not like you’ve gone around blabbing details about your personal life, but your marriage to each other was never something you wanted to hide. You loved each other out loud and you didn't shy away from letting anyone know, but the last thing either of you wanted was someone poking around in your personal life.

Things just spiralled a little too fast and got a little too out of hand for you to go back and admit it now. 

Virgil gets up, telling you he’s gonna take a shower. You give him a kiss, sending him on his way before you reach for your phone. 

To Suzanna: Virg is coming to the premiere with me, we’ll go public but not there. 

From Suzanna: That’s fine, I will speak to Virgil’s agent and we’ll figure something out. 

To Suzanna: Sounds good, see you tonight. 

The day rolled by faster than expected. Your makeup and hair team coming over to get you all dolled up for your first big movie premiere. You arrived before Virgil of course and then he joined you at the premiere about half an hour later.

You wore an emerald green dress with a low back and a slit coming up to your thigh on your right leg, your hair pulled back to show off the back of your dress. The black heels tied in with the accessories you had on. 

No one seemed to piece together the fact that Virgil was wearing all black with a tie that matched your dress. 

He was one of the only athletes at the premier, so of course, the photographers  kept asking who invited him and his thoughts on the movie. 

“Y/n invited me to make up for her mean instagram caption the other day,” he jokes, walking over to where you are. 

“Hey,” you smiled when he got to you. 

The photographers were shouting for you to get together and pose for the camera; after the recent photos that came out from dinner and Virgil’s comment, the affair rumour mill will be in overdrive. 

His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you into him. The two of you smiling at the camera, you turn to the side and rest your hand on his chest; the same way a wife would do to her husband. Both of you sporting your wedding bands; Virgil’s gold band sat snug on his finger and the diamond on your finger sparkled with all the lights and flashing cameras. 

Both of you were aware of the fact that you weren't publicly known as a couple, so the pose was a little on the scandalous side for two people who supposedly married to other people. Virgil only made it worse by leaning into you and pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

Suzanna gave you both a lecture once you were away from the cameras. You were not to make things worse, you needed to think of your image. 

You and Virgil nodded, agreeing with her but the moment she walked off, Virgil was grabbing your ass on your way into the theatre. 

---- 

A few weeks had passed since the movie premiere and the affair rumours had come to a halt for the time being. You and Virgil had both been active on socials, going about your usual business. Seeing that you were home in England for now, you went to more than a few games that Liverpool were playing. 

No contact between you and Virg other than a hello but under no circumstances were you allowed to wear a jersey with his name and number. 

Either way at some point during those few weeks, Suzanna had arranged for you two to do a photoshoot with Calvin Klein for their ‘Calvin or Nothing’ campaign. 

They decided they would do yours first; you switched between the black and white, multiple different poses and then the end was a clip of you saying their slogan; Calvin or Nothing. Virgil did the same thing, though he had to keep redoing it because he’d look over at you and start laughing. It got so bad that they made you leave so he could get through it. 

Eventually it was the two of you together for a few more. There’s a few different poses; one with you on his lap, another one with you on the chair and Virgil sitting between your legs as you lean down to kiss his cheek. Your favourite of the set was the one with the two of you on the floor with you laying over his chest and your hand on his face, your wedding ring on display and his hand on your back, his own ring visible. 

You posted your solo first, leaving that up for 3 or 4 days before Virgil posted his solo shoot. 

That weekend, the two of you made a joint post with the photos of the two of you. 

@.Y/N_L/N and @.VirgilVanDijk: Calvin Klein x The Van Dijks 

tagged: @.calvinklein

It was safe to say the Liverpool boys made sure you two were well announced to the world. 

@.trentarnold66: mr and mrs v out here  👀

@.andyrobertson94: don’t ruin her pics with your face @.virgilvandijk!

@.andyrobertson94: you look good too @.virgilvandijk 😘

@.liverpoolfc: our favourite couple! ❤️

@.mosalah: ❤️❤️❤️

@.jhenderson: looking good! 👀

You were sitting on the couch with Virgil as you looked through the comments, showing him what his teammates were saying. “Tell Andy to shut up,” he laughs, letting you lean into him. 

“I will not, he's right! Don’t ruin my pictures.” You nudge your husband, earring a pinch to the side. “I love you, even though you’re annoying.” Virgil tells you, a smile on his face. 

“I’d hope so, you married me after all.” 

“Yeah duh,” he rolls his eyes, leaning down to give you a kiss. 

--- 

taglist: @thesnailus @alwaysclassyeagle​ @neymarsrealgf​ and @2-fast-2-curious​ even tho she won’t admit that virg is so husband <3333

[duusheen]

Hope and her study group spent the whole day at the library doing those things study groups do, although it was really just an excuse to get together and hang out

[jsprnt]

you’re pretty upset when you spot your husband not wearing his ring in a recent video

andrew robertson x reader

A/N: a tricky one, but I think I made it work ;) thank you for requesting!

W/C: 1.427

a wedding ring

to some, it’s a tangible object that is meant to symbolize the unification of two people. to others, a ring wasn't that much of importance, even paper rings would suffice to signify the love two individuals have for each other.

you were part of the first group. you had never even dreamed of taking the rock off your finger. the only exception being when you needed to get your hands dirty when cooking up some delicious food.

of course, the glimmering diamond on your ring finger was absolutely breathtaking. carefully chosen by your husband. suited exactly to your personal style and taste.

it was something you also tried to do for him. you didn't want to gift him a boring, silver wedding band, bland and basic. so, you'd visited multiple different jewelers until you found the right one.

then, imagine how pissed off you are when you're scrolling on your phone, only to see a video of your husband not wearing his ring during a recent press conference concerning his upcoming match.

you glance down at your own wedding ring, getting more and more irritated by the second.

your husband wasn't even home from training yet, which allowed your anger to boil up ever more, because you couldn’t ask him about it immediately.

you finally turn your phone off, grumbling to yourself, and get up to do some last minute work around the house. it was your turn to make dinner tonight. safe to say those vegetables were chopped too finely due to the fury you couldn’t contain.

andrew usually came home right on time for dinner. so, you decide to eat dinner early, just to interact less with him.

you were being petty, but you felt like him not wearing his wedding ring shouldn't go unpunished.

the front door opens half an hour later, your husband calling out to you from the entrance.

you ignore him, too focused on washing the dishes you used, to answer him, knowing it would become a childish argument.

"sweetheart? are you home?" he calls out, the confusion in his voice audible. you can hear him zip his jacket off, and the jingling of his keys, which he hangs up on the little sculpture you bought to spruce up the entrance.

again, you refuse to answer. drying the washed dishes with the gray kitchen towel and placing them back in the cupboard.

"bonnie?"

you try to ignore the sweet scottish nickname he loved using, too focused on cleaning up.

you can hear some footsteps come closer, his shoes paddling against the gray floorboards.

you decide to turn around when you can feel how close he is. watching his arm reach over to bring you into a tight embrace. though, you move right on time to avoid his touch. escaping from underneath his arms.

he gasps, brows furrowing at your sudden behavior. you were fine this morning, happy as ever, only a little sad about him leaving so early for training.

so, why would you be avoiding his hugs, let alone his touch?

"love, what's wrong?" he asks, trying to analyze your facial expression.

"nothing.." you mumble, avoiding eye contact. your arms folded defensively.

"do you want a hug?" he asks, wondering if you need comfort. he inches closer, but you decide that to be petty - so you shake your head.

"that involves physical contact, and that's gross, so no." you deadpan, words harsh and stubborn.

‘gross?’ he thinks, frowning at your choice of words.

"eat dinner, table's set.." you add, voice quiet.

you immediately turn away, sulking when you catch glimpse of your ring again.

you can hear him call out to you, but you keep on walking up the stairs and step into your bedroom. maybe the comfort of the soft pillows and firm mattress will help instead.

"love, can you please tell me what's wrong?" he pleads, hand stopping you from closing the door.

you gnaw on your bottom lip, sighing while looking at him.

"just give me a moment.." you state, his eyes warm up, realizing you probably wanted a minute to yourself to sort your thoughts out.

"okay, I'll have dinner then..I’m going to come back later..." his voice is soft, just like how he speaks to you when you're crying over something or are feeling particularly down on dark, cloudy days.

guilt immediately creeps up on you. maybe you were being too petty and rude?

no, you always wear your ring- why wouldn't he?

you close the door in his face, shuffling to your bed and pulling the covers over your body.

all different types of thoughts go through your head. were you too dramatic, or were you rightfully upset? was this approach even a good one?

it doesn't take too much time, as you hear a knock on your bedroom door. you shift and turn, sitting up in bed.

"come in.." you mumble, fidgeting with your fingers.

andy steps inside slowly, his eyebrows raising at the sight of your defeated-looking figure.

"bonnie.." he begins, getting into the bed next to you.

"we're literally married. if you're angry at me, just tell me.." he says, hand reaching to carefully touch your hand. eyes on your face to detect any irritation or sadness on your face.

you look up at him when he grips your hand, his bigger hands entangled with yours. your eyes flicker around, finally making eye contact with him.

he can practically read all of the emotions you hold in your eyes after all these years together.

"won't you tell me, sweetheart? are you angry?"

he encourages, thumb running over your knuckles.

"yes, I’m angry- is that what you want to know?"

"about what?"

you sigh, a little embarrassed now.

"you love me, right?"

you notice the confusion and surprise on your husband's face, he starts nodding the moment the question leaves your mouth.

"of course, I love you.. with every part of my being.." he whispers, leaning in closer.

"then why did I see a video of you not wearing your ring?" you confront, facial expression hardening. 

"what are you talking about?"

you grab your phone off the nightstand, showing him the evidence that had you spiraling for the past hour or two.

"bonnie.." he begins, a chuckle leaving his lips.

you almost lash out at him when he laughs. was your sadness funny to him?

"come 'ere.." he urges, patting his lap. you eye him for a moment, but don’t fight back when he pulls you onto his lap.

"listen to me, ye?"

you nod, waiting to hear his explanation.

"remember when we talked about our wedding rings last month?"

you nod, tilting your head in confusion.

"and don't you remember me telling you I had to get mine cleaned?" he asks, thumb making soft and soothing circles on your knee.

you freeze, heat from embarrassment creeping up on your face. you groan, covering your face with your hands, moving your head away.

"hey, look at me, ye?" he says, trying to pry your hands away from your face.

"there's my love's precious face.." he coos, grinning softly at your cute behavior.

he raises his hand, showing off the wedding band that is clearly on his finger.

"you know, I wear it all the time except for training and during matches. if I was allowed to wear it I would..” he reminds you, leaning in to kiss your forehead tenderly.

"I wear mine constantly, just like you do. it's as important to me, as it is to you. you got that?" he asks, running his hand down your back.

you hum, feeling silly and stupid for fretting over something so easily explained away.

"I'm sorry, kind of stupid of me to assume.." you trail off, looking into his brown eyes.

"it's alright, I understand the confusion, but please just ask me about something that’s bothering you, before you start to ignore me?"

you nod, pressing your cheek against his chest.

"I will, I'll ask you before assuming.."

he chuckles, pressing a kiss on your head. the sound makes his chest rumble, in turn, you feel the vibrations on your cheek.

your husband would do anything to please his partner. so, don't you be surprised the next time he comes home with a tattoo on his ring finger.

yes, the needle pressing against the bone of his knuckle hurt like a bitch. but, if it meant he could ease your mind and wear a symbol of his love for you 24/7. he would do it without hesitation.

[mebiselfandi]

Silently judges you

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tomorrow - trent alexander arnold

massive thanks to @cosmic-parker for coming up with the idea and helping me out! i luv you <333 first fic of 2023? wtf- most likely the only fic with how slow i am- hope you enjoy, lots of love, demoooo 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Where are you, baby? Trent types as he soundlessly, but with a slight scamper, strides down the corridor.

He knows he shouldn’t be doing it. And if his best man-the title which caused an abundance of disagreements amidst Andy Robertson, Tyler and Marcel Alexander-Arnold found out he was doing this- it would conclude with an mixture of profanity words. But he’s decided to listen to his heart this time, rather than his head. Taught by his mother- whom was the significant woman in his life, other than you, who is the one tightening his tie tomorrow, fixing his collars as he cries his nervousness for the special day.

Tomorrow was the wedding day of you both. The day you finally would express your love towards each other, not that you don’t every day, though this time in the form of a selection of Vows, drafted by you both. Tomorrow isn’t a day like any other. It’s the moment where your world stops, and for a second, you don’t forget how lucky you are. Trent’s mind had been like a rollercoaster, his emotions mixed all over the place. Even months before the wedding, the boy had been pacing around your house, making sure everything was organised. The final weeks before the day, he’d find himself making silly mistakes during training, or questioning his teammates about how their day to remember proceeded. The man was so in love with you, and that’s why he wants to make sure you know- for the last time as his fiancé.

Your phone buzzes on top of the bathroom counter next to the sink. Just as you’d finished brushing your teeth and wiping your mouth clean with a towel, the screen brightens and a notification pops up.

A giggle leaves your lips as you read the message, heart pounding at the words displayed. A text from Trent voicing ‘where are you?’ makes you shake your head. A deep breath leaving exhaling your nose.

‘In my room, just finished cleaning my teeth. You, okay?’ You type, before placing your phone into your hoodie pocket- selected from a certain scouser’s wardrobe. Claiming if you wasn’t going to be in each other’s presence for at least 24 hours- you’d need something of each other’s.

Not a minute later, your phone is vibrating, causing you to hastily have the gadget back in your hand, eyes glazing over the text.

‘I’m good- just couldn’t sleep. What are you doing now?’

You skim over the dialogue, eyes fixated onto the screen as your hand reaches to turn of the bathroom light. Stepping out of the room, you head towards your bed for the night, placing yourself on top of the sheets to type your response.

‘About to sleep T. My eyes are half dozing as I send this message.’ You note, before switching of your device and placing it aloft the bedside table, slipping into the warmth of the bed sheet. In the twinkling of an eye, the screen pops back on with a flash- lighting up the room. Beside you, laid Rachel Robertson, scrolling through her social media or likely questioning her parents how her children had been. Undoubtedly, herself and Andy were delighted to both be such meaningful positions on yours and Trent’s special day. The four of you spending many days off, switching between either houses, though they were down the road, catching up. The females chuckling at their foolish partners mannerisms. Partly, they were both ecstatic about the idea of having a small break from their children, the young Robertson’s could be a handful at times.

‘Come meet me? In the lobby?’ The message Trent sends presents, inducing a sigh to pass your lips. You tilt your head in the direction of Rachel, weighing up your options. Your head is demanding you to acquiesce with the wedding tradition of not seeing your partner 24 hours before the momentous day. However, something inside you is tempting you to see him.

Eyes peering back to the beaming screen, your fingers type, ‘Trent.’ Lip gnawing in anticipation.

Three dots appear within a flash, replying back to your response.

‘Please baby, I need my goodnight kiss.’ Trent declares, coaxing a smile to form upon your face, cheeks rising with heat.

And this is what persuades you to slide out the bed and slip your trainers on, briskly texting the scouser you’d meet him in 5 minutes. Tying your laces, Rachel grabs your attention-

“Where are you going?” She questions, pupils scanning over yourself- fitted with a pair of joggers, a hoodie of Trent and some trainers.

Beckoning your head within her direction- a puzzled emotion displayed from the Scot. Clearing your throat, you respond. “Just going to head down to the lobby for a minute, grab some water- my head wont shut off.”

She doesn’t interrogate your choices, though you grasped that she knew your response was untruthful, due to your fast pace tone of voice and an even more perplexed expression. She wasn’t going to argue with you over your special day, so attempting to modify your decision was out of her books.

“Okay, don’t be too late.” She smiles, before looking back at phone. That’s your signal to vacate the bedroom and find the scouser waltzing the corridors for you so desperately. “I wont be,” you shake your head, heading towards the door of your hotel room.

Fixed in the hallway of the residence for the night, your eyes scan the walls for a sign leading towards the lobby. To your right, you see an arrow facing the stairs leading to the ground floor, where you supposed your lover would be waiting for you.

Trudging down as you follow the commands stated in front of you, taking a left around the corner where the stairs were located, your body collides with another- a bulked, muscular physique as your head thuds into their chest, a groan leaving your side from the impact.

Your vision leaves the individuals warmth and your eyes glisten up to face the other in front of you.

“Sorry- Oh, T, Hi.” You smile, a slight shock to of seen him so soon.

Trent chuckles at your wonder and bewilderment, bringing his hand up to tickle the hairs at the nape of his neck. “Hi sweet.”

Sight observing a state of anxiousness, you bring your hand to stroke the apple of his cheek, the soft skin warming to your touch. “You alright?” You nod.

Trent sighs, eyes fixating towards the ground. “I’m nervous,” puckering his lips.

Your eyes scrunch in confusion, a tinge of sadness for the scouser makes you want to cuddle him until he cannot breathe. “For what? Talk to me?” you guide.

His eyes still beckon over the sight of your shoes, glued to surface of the carpet. A deep inhale is followed by an breathily exhale. “Everything. Tomorrow, becoming your husband- what if I'm not good enough, the-“ He notes as you cut him off.

“Trent,” You take his larger hand in yours, thumb fondling over the palm. “Come on, what’s making you think like this?” you question.

“I don’t know really. You are so special, and the only girl that’s made me the happiest man ever, I just don’t want to mess things up.” He replies softly. Making your heart thud immensely.

You lean in to peck his lips, a slight tinge of alcohol still present that you knew would be encouraged by his teammates, much to Hendo’s disagreement. As you pull away, your eyes meet his, “Let’s go for a walk outside hm, a bit of fresh air is probably needed.”

The pair of you make it outside, the cold temperature demanding you to snuggle close to each other, the attraction of warmth too pleasurable. You notice a bench in the distance, dragging the 5ft 9 male in the direction of the seating. You both take seat, the view presenting a small lake, lighten by a street lamp.

Your hands never lost contact, the touch becoming comforting to you both. Something one may have required more than the other.

“Talk to me.” You start, your body turning to face the man next to you, in less than 24 hours, you could finally call him your husband, something you had always dreamt of as a little girl.

Trent shrugs, “Just nervous, yknow? Like I don’t want to mess tomorrow up. Its our day, and I know you have been waiting for something so magical since forever.”

Your eyes widen at his words, lip jittering out in despair, “Hey, you aren’t going to ruin tomorrow okay. Its going to be the best day of our lives. Well, I hope it will live up to the champions league final. But I do know that it is going to be immense. You have nothing to worry about.” You nod.

This time Trent’s bringing your face as approach to his, lips meeting yours with an instance. “I love you.” To which you reply back, “I love you too.”

“If anything, I should be the one stressing. What if I fall over in my dress? My shoes, no idea how I'm going to walk in those?” You both share a laugh, Trent hand clutching yours tighter.

“Remember when you had too much to drink at Ox’s birthday party?” you shake your head at his words, eyes closing in embarrassment at your actions. “I even had to hold your shoes when we were leaving cause’ your feet were so sore.”

“That’s going to be me tomorrow.” Tucking your head into Trent’s lap, raising it after his next response.

Trent smiles, “We’ve had some eventful times together.”

Your eyes light up at his words, floods of memories coming back to you. “Remember our first date?”

Now it’s Trent’s turn to shake his head, “When we got mobbed by fans? Can’t say that’s what I had in mind.” He tucks you closer into his chest.

“Still ended the night well though, first kiss in Maccies carpark is unforgettable.” You chuckle.

“The boys still take the piss out of me every time I walk into the changing rooms, should’ve lied and said the night went so smooth- rather than letting them know we ended up stuffing our faces with burgers and fries.”

You gasp, “Can’t believe you went against your dietary requirements. Shocking that!”

Trent chuckles under his breath, “Listen!” His voice raises with the intention of proving his point. “It was me day off, give it a rest babe.”

You giggle at his words, hand leaving his to cover your mouth. “Alright, alright.”

“Now its me turn to tell one of my favourite memories about us.” Trent starts, “Remember when I took ya to see me mural? And ya said you preferred Hendo’s more?”

Covering your eyes in mock shame, “I cant lie, Hendo’s looking pretty good in that painting.”

Trent gasps at the verbalisation he’s heard, “You being serious? He’s a dad!”

The trees in the setting swayed in line with the wind. The breeziness making goose bumps raise upon your skin attributable to the sharp, nail biting cold. Both were snuggled against one another, Trent’s arm perched upon the lower part of your back.

You pull your phone out of your pocket, the pair of you scanning through your camera roll, snickering and yapping about old pictures.

“Aww, you recall this?” Nudging the phone into his hands, the bottom of your back adjusting to the loss of tepidity from the man beside you.

“Of course, I do. One of me favourite moments in my career.” He smirks. “I remember twitter went mad after it. Wanted to show me love and appreciation towards ya in the form of my cherished platform.” Trent responds.

One of the first games you made an appearance to support your partner in, ended with a mass of messages and a collection of butterflies whooshing within your stomach. Trent had decided his next goal occurred would see him performing with a love heart into the crowd. The direction was to yourself and ended with a smile never parting from your features.

“On another note. You are wearing a tie which matches the flowers tomorrow right? No red for Liverpool-“

Trent shakes his head at your mannerisms, rolling his eyes. “Robbo suggested it. Hendo’s sorted it out though. They are both buzzing for me to get married. Jordan keeps saying his son’s growing up.”

A blush creeps over your cheeks, and you couldn’t help the small laugh that followed. When it came to Hendo and Trent. Their friendship was inseparable, similar to him and Andy, though, The age on Henderson made himself perform a father-like figure towards Trent throughout his career. It settled your nerves knowing he had someone to offer love and ease when you weren’t around. Especially times when he was outside of Liverpool, away from you for handful of days, he could struggle. It calmed your nerves knowing he had that someone, and Jordan was more than happy to play that role.

You take a deep breath, “I can’t believe tomorrow is actually the day, finally calling myself an Alexander-Arnold.” A soft grin arising. “Wonder what your vows are going to be like..” You question, lips puckering in the sense of curiosity.

“Me vows? Going to be absolutely breath taking. Worked me arse off writing this essay.” He teases, pressing a peck to your lips.

Shoulders shaking at his response, nodding intensively. Sometimes he did come out with some berserk statements. But it made you love him more and more each day.

Trent grabs your hands into his own, shuffling so you are facing each other, now separated from your snuggled position. He stands up from the bench, fleetly rubbing his hands on his jeans to remove any creases, before placing them back into yours. He nods, “Listen, let me act out how tomorrow is going to go.” He starts, as you giggle. “So, we say our vows- blah blah blah, mine will be the most emotional, heartfelt-“

“Woah.” You stop him, disagreeing with his opinion of his own. “What?” you exclaim.

“Shh, baby. You are interrupting my performance.” Trent snarls, raising a finger to his lips as a visual instruction for you to listen. He starts again, “So we do the vows, astounding the crowd as I do.” You roll your eyes, as he contuines. “I’ll grab the ring, then place it on your finger like this-“ He takes your hand, holding your ring finger in his own, and pretends to slip a ring on. Your heart flutters at his gestures, hand raising to your heart in a state of awe.

“Then once you have done the same for me, and its time to kiss.” He pulls you up from the bench, a thrilling rush flowing through your system, heart pulsating out your chest. “I’ll lean in like this, hopefully me mum’s crying so much she doesn’t see much or ya dad isn't watching for my sake.” He guides your head to face his own, a finger tickling your lower chin. A smirk emerges, as you snake your arms round his neck. He reaches to move the unwanted baby hairs, flourished around your face, tucking them behind your ears.

Trent leans into your features, lips softly attaching your own, moving at a sweet pace, nothing too heavy. He pulled away gently, catching his breath, “Need too,” a second kiss, “Get in,” lips hoover over yours, “as many kisses as possible,” allowing a small amount of tongue to slide in, skimming the tip. “As after tonight,” He presses a kiss to your cheek, “The next will be as husband and wife.” Planting a final smooch to your forehead.

“Trent?” You breathe.

“Mhm.”

“Lets get married baby.”

[avenirdelight]

A False Accusation

Anyone You Like

They have a heated argument where she drops an accusation on him. He claims that it’s a false accusation.

⚠️ Curse words

“You don't love me.”

She voiced the words to the room, clearly and firmly. Strangely enough, saying it out loud didn’t make her chest feel lighter like she’d thought it would. It still felt as suffocating as it had been.

“Wow,” he scoffed, his shoulders shook when he did. “That’s a terrible accusation, that.”

She glanced at him, but she quickly dropped her gaze again after she noticed the hurt plastered all over his face. He couldn’t believe that she had the audacity to say such cruel words.

“And also,” he continued, leaning forward on the sofa, propping his body with his elbows on his knees. “It’s a false accusation. That’s terrible from you.”

She was sitting on the other sofa across from him, leaning back and folding her arms in front of her chest. She could feel his eyes boring into her and she couldn’t resist the temptation to stare back at him. So she did.

She gritted her teeth. Those eyes were angry, those eyes had used to look at her in the most special way. She refused to believe that it was just in her head, that she was just making it up, because she had used to easily fall in love all over again every time she looked at those eyes but at some point, she started to feel that they’d changed.

“Really?” She challenged him, giving him a sharp look that matched his.

He scoffed again, pinching the bridge of his nose in stress. He shook his head. He couldn’t quite believe that she truly believed that he didn’t love her. Where did it even come from?

“Are you telling me that I lie every time I tell you I love you? Mind you, I say that every single day,” he said. But she was silent, so he continued. “Don’t I always give you everything? Make sure that you have everything you need, that you’re safe?” He asked. If she forgot about that, he was ready to remind her of all the things he did for her. Everything that he needed to sacrifice. “I give you my world.”

“You give me your money.” Her voice was firm and certain. And it stabbed him right in his heart. 

It wasn’t that she was ungrateful for everything he’d given her. Moving her into his big house, constantly buying her expensive gifts, taking her to travel the world on holidays, giving her a luxury life—but that wasn’t the reason she’d fallen in love with him. She was never in it for the dime.

She had fallen in love with him for who he was. Or at least who he had used to be.

“I’m thankful that you gave me this wonderful life but I really don’t need the latest Prada release or to be on a yacht every holiday. I don’t need new jewellery every time you feel sorry, I don’t need you to surprise me with flowers in the morning just for you to go missing for the rest of the day.” 

“I thought you liked them. Have you been lying, then?”

“I do appreciate them but that’s not the point! The point is I need you!” She sounded so desperate. She honestly had been feeling this way for a while and she hoped that this time he was really listening to her. “I just need a little bit of your time, for you to be with me, and not just physically. You’re with me but your head is somewhere else. I need you to just look at me, I–”

“Well, I’m sorry, okay?!” He cut her off, the tone of his voice rising up. “I’m sorry that my work demands so much of my time, it asks so much from me, I’ve always told you that from the beginning. My career is my life and there would be rough bumps along the way. Things get hard, things–”

“Yeah, that’s the problem, don’t you see??” Her tone was as high now, it was only adding to the tension. “You run away from me when things get hard for you. You don’t even want to share anything with me. You give me gifts and temporary attention to ‘make up’ for it. Every time!” She stood up from the sofa. She frustratingly pointed a finger against her chest, giving him a piercing gaze. “Am I so untrustworthy or unreliable? Am I that insufferable to deal with so you don’t want to open up to me?”

“Don’t.” He shook his head, clenching his fists. “Don’t start making up things now. I never for a second think about you that way.”

“Well, you always make me wonder. Wonder why you shut me out.” She shrugged. “It’s the truth, you can’t deny it. You always leave me out of things.”

“I’m just protecting you!” He abruptly stood up. “I can’t– I’m sorry if it’s hard for me to share things that I know would just hurt you and stress you out!” He moved his hands animatedly and quite angrily. “Don’t you understand?! I am saving you the troubles and the pain!”

“I want the f*cking pain!!” 

Her voice pierced through his ears and he froze in his place, feeling shivers down his spine. He clenched his jaw and gulped. The anger, the desperation, the pain that she had been holding in, she’d just let it all out. She’d gotten so upset at this point, the tears quickly pooled in her eyes and threatened to fall. It pained him even more. He had never seen her like this.

“I’d rather feel the pain, suffer with you.” Her voice was small and timid this time, but there were so many emotions in it. “I’d choose that, rather than feeling left out and not appreciated. I promise you that’s the worst thing to feel. I hate it. I absolutely f*cking hate it.”

He sat back down, burying his face into his hands, trying to compose himself and find the right words to say. He felt her anger, her sadness, but he also needed her to understand that he did everything for a reason.

He let out a little sigh as he looked up to her. Her tears were already streaming down her cheeks. 

“I don't live a normal life and all I’m trying to do is to keep you out of the abnormalities and all the absurd things. The sh*t people say out there, it gets scary sometimes. People are actually willing to do foolish and crazy things to bring me down.” He spoke with a more gentle tone, trying to reason with her. “And if you’re hurt, if something bad happens to you, I won’t be able to forgive myself.”

She wiped her tears away with her shaky hands, before she hugged herself with arms, trying to provide herself some comfort. He didn’t only sound serious, he also sounded sorry.

“What do you want me to do, then?” He stared at her with tired eyes. The anger in his eyes had worn off, it even looked like he was going to cry. “I’m sorry. I really am.” His voice was a bit shaky. “I’ll do whatever makes you happy. Please. I can’t lose you. What am I going to be if I lose you?”

Her heart clenched painfully. She couldn’t deny that it was heartbreaking to see himself asking the question—like he was really scared to lose her, like his world would crumble down in an instant if he lost her. She had never seen him like this before. He’d always appeared strong in front of her, like nothing could ever bring him down, like no one could ever catch him looking weak.

“Every single thing that I’ve ever done is to protect you and to make you happy, to earn your love. Most of the time I don’t think I deserve you, you know. Because you deserve more than this f*cking fool,” he said pointing at himself. “Who apparently doesn’t know how to love. I’m sorry if I’ve done it the wrong way and made you feel the opposite way.”

Without her even realising it, what she’d been wishing to see was happening right in front of her—for him to open up to her and show his vulnerable side. Her tears fell again, but for a different reason this time. She felt his confusion, his sorrow, and she was hurting with him.

After a moment of deafening silence, he suddenly stood up. He approached her, who was just standing with her head down. He grabbed her by her waist and turned her to look at him. He fixed her dishevelled hair, tucking stray strands of hair to the back of her ears. He lifted her head up by her chin, before he continued to wipe her tears again. Every touch was so gentle, every touch felt gave her warmth and comfort that she’d been longing.

“Look at me, please,” he said. She finally shifted her gaze up and stared back at him. His eyes were looking at her fondly. “I love you so much. Please believe me.” He choked up, trying his best to convey his feelings through his voice. “I took you home to my mum and told her you’re the most special person in my life, I try to treat you like a queen, I see you and talk about you like you’re my prized possession, because you are.”

She listened to him. She tried to really listen to him. And honestly, this time it wasn’t so hard to believe him. She appreciated that he was finally opening up, even though it had taken them quite a long time to get there, not to mention all the struggle they had had to go through. But he finally found his courage to be fragile.

“Do you know what? You don’t have to be strong all the time,” she said as his hands fell to her waists and safely rested there. Her voice was almost a whisper. “I’m your girlfriend. You have a responsibility to protect me, but I also have a responsibility to be your partner. So let me do my part.” She held his face and stroked a thumb on his cheek. “We do this together. We’re supposed to go through happiness and sadness together, we go through all the troubles together. You hear me?”

“Yeah, I hear you.” He nodded. “I’m really sorry, okay? I love you,” he said again, before she pulled him into a hug.

“I love you too. I love you,” she mumbled against his shoulder. She heard him letting out a sob as his chest and shoulders shook. He held her tight, and it had been a while since it felt like this. She felt heard and seen. She felt loved. It was all she ever wanted.

And he couldn’t describe the wave of relief that washed over him. He really thought that his biggest fear, losing her, was really going to happen. He realised that he’d actually failed her. All this time he had loved her his own way which he thought was the best and the safest way but apparently, it didn’t give her the safety he wanted for her. She was right—they had to do this together, and it meant that he had to listen to her, count her thoughts and feelings.

He would try. He promised he would try his best to see her how she wanted to be seen, and love her how she wanted to be loved. Because she was the most important person in his life, and he’d do anything to make himself deserve her.

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i had this sitting on my draft and i almost forgot about it! i kept switching between john and hendo when i wrote it. tell me who you imagined this! i hope you enjoyed it<3

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simon_benoit11 : jolie fille portant la meilleure équipe. Allons-y les feuilles (pretty girl wearing the best team. Lets go leafs!)

bobbymcmann : 🫨

ctimmins21 : 🫨🫨

nickrobertson01 : 🫨🫨🫨

lyubushkin45 : 🫨🫨🫨🫨

bunting27 : daughter

kampfdavid : LOVE LOVE LOVE I WANT ONE OF THOSE SHIRTSSSS😬

kerfey14 : since im not on the team anymore can I have one ?

↪ name.user : since you asked no 😬

rasmussandin : kiddooooos

A.N :

Ok hi I HAVE SOOOOO MANY BETTER ONES COMING UP but I liked this a lot! im gonna post a what to expect this week post in a few.

not my best work but im running on 1% battery lol.

xoxoxoxoxoxox, M

tags: @lukey-pookie-hughes43 and @skylershines

if you wanna be in the tags lmk via dm :D

[toasttt11]

missed you

May 18, 2022

Livia rubbed her eyes leaning her head off the glass of the plane window. She was heading back home after the Stars had gotten out of the playoffs during game seven.

She was excited to be home and she did just get to see her parents and brother as they came out to see a few of her playoffs games but she was most exicted to see her best friend Wyatt, as she hasn’t seen him since she played in Toronto in March but that was the only time she saw him since she left for Dallas in September. It’s the longest they have ever went of not seeing each other.

Livia had seen Luke in January when she played the red wings but she only saw him that once since August.

Livia also hasn’t seen her two best friends together and the three all being together in a long time and she truly misses the days she saw them everyday and spent all day together, she misses her boys and facetime can only do so much.

Livia stood up as the plane as landed and threw on her back pack and purse and grabbed her suitcase from the overhead and walked down the aisle of the plane.

She had a hoodie on and a hat so no one was recognizing her, while she does love the fans but she’s not the biggest social person so it’s not something she loves all the time.

Livia walked through the airport and to the pick up lot where her parents told her they would be. She looked over and her mouth dropped in shock as she realized they weren’t here to pick her up but Wyatt was.

“Livy!” Wyatt grinned widely seeing his best friend and the girl he’s been in love with since the first day of kindergarten.

Livia let out a giggle and hurried over to him she dropped her suitcase handle and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck tightly. Wyatt’s hands automatically wrapped around her and spun them around both of them laughing happily.

Wyatt gently set her back down on the floor and she looked up through her lashes and Wyatt was just in awe, he has always known she’s absolutely beautiful but she seems to get more beautiful every time he sees her.

“Hi.” Livia beamed at her best happily, her nose scrunching from her smile being so wide.

“Hi.” Wyatt happily chuckled out just staring at her with a large smile.

Wyatt gently pulled her into another hug, “I missed you Livy.” Wyatt whispered softly resting his chin on her shoulder and closing his eyes.

Wyatt hated this season and hated playing hockey with out his best friend and it was so odd to play on not be on the ice with Livia, he couldn’t wait till he joined her in Dallas and they get to play together again.

“I missed you too.” Livia softly whispered back, She had missed Luke terribly when he moved away and stopped playing with Wyatt and her but not playing with Wyatt was like playing with out a hand and she hated how there was always a void where she wanted Wyatt to be, she didn’t understand why she misses Wyatt more than she does Luke.

“Come on, let’s get you home Livy.” Wyatt smile couldn’t have left his face since he saw her. He threw his arm around her shoulder and grabbed her suitcase. Livia smiled happily leaned her head on his shoulder as they walked and Wyatt leaned down pressing a soft kiss of the top of her head that’s covered from her hoodie.

[countrymusiclover]

Dr. Redheaded Neighbor

Mallory and Will become neighbors in the same building becoming close friends before she joins the Army and is off. Years later when she comes back from deployment they reunite but will they remain friends or will all that time spent apart create something more between them.

1 - Being the New Neighbor

2 - Enjoyable Reunion

3 - War Follows You

4 - Code Red

5 - Code Red pt 2

6 - Will's Offer

7 - Not So Peaceful Afternoon

8 -

???

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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[formulalfc]

pls write something fluffy w trent ab being at a wedding and dancing to lover by taylor swift

omgggg stop i would die.

okay so you guys are at robbo's wedding and you're both having such a good time, you guys are super close with robbo and his missus and so you're so happy to be there with them on their special day. you're deffo both in the bridal and groom parties cause your so close to the happy couple and so throughout the whole ceremony you guys are just staring at each other and trent's looking at you in a way he's never looked at you before, like you are literally the only person on the room and your heart is like POUNDING because your man looks so so fine and he's staring at you with so much love that you think you might actually collapse. anyway, after the ceremony you guys are at the reception and trent is chatting to the lads, talking about the upcoming season and stuff while you're chatting to a few of the wives and talking to a few of the kids that absolutely adore you. but then you hear the opening guitar chords of one of your favourite songs and ur turning straight away to look for trent but he's literally already right behind you. and he's being all cute and asking you to dance with him and your blushing and shiii as he pulls you onto the dance floor. he's got his arm wrapped around your waist holding you securely against him and he's holding your hand with his other while your free hand is placed on his chest, just feeling his heartbeat. and you have ur head like rested on his shoulder but he's looking down at you as you guys sway to the music, and you're both mouthing the words to lover to each other. and some of trent's friends are whistling and shi but you guys don't care cause you're so wrapped up in each other.

inbox is open send me some ramble requests <3

[libraryofloveletters]

Perfect Match

Andy Robertson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: ted lasso inspired - yes I used the dating app from it and what ???, reader works for liverpool, lots of friendly teasing, it's so obvious but not to them, andy's got a crush and the boys try to help him, a few sweet comments from andy, reader thinks he's hopeless, a funny but sweet moment at the end, alcohol and the consumption of, one illusion to nsfw stuff at the end.

Word Count: 3.4k

Author's Note: it's missing robbo hours :( so I dug this out of my vault of unwritten fics

---

You had been editing the pictures from the last training session, trying to see what you can send out to the players and post on the LFC account before your office door swings open. "Where are my photos?" The man shouts, his thick accent jumbling his words a bit.

The chair spins, you're face to face with your favourite left back, Andy. You smiled at him. "Hello to you too, Andrew."

You and Andy had always been close, even though you had only joined Liverpool 2 years ago. He was the first to welcome you, make you feel at home; to this day, he still does that.

"Hello to you too, lady." He smiles back at you, leaning on the edge of your desk. "How's the editing going? My fans are waiting to see my handsome face."

You rolled your eyes, "it's going.. slow. I'm doing the people of the world a great service by not letting them see your face."

Andy scoffs, "as if, you just wanna hoard pictures of me.. for you know.. dirty purposes." He bites his lower lip, a shit eating grin on his face as he raises his eyebrows.

You laughed so hard that you snorted. "Shut your face, you're so full of it."

The left back laughs, watching as you turn your attention back to the computer in front of you, clicking away. Your phone sat on your desk, face up as always - it buzzed, a chime sound came from it that Andy's never heard before nor does he seem to recognize.

"What's that?" He reaches for your phone, you attempt to grab it before he does but Andy's reflexes are faster than yours. He unlocks your phone - that's on you for leaving your password as 0000.

"Andy, give it back." You stretched your hand out for him to give it back. He scrolls through the notifications, landing on the one he assumed the noise came from; Bantr.

"There's no pictures," he huffs, trying to refresh the page. You roll your eyes, "it's anonymous, Andrew. It's not supposed to have photos."

"You're a photographer, why would you pick a stupid app like that?"

You find yourself rolling your eyes yet again. "It's that way so you can build a connection; you get to know the person based on personality and not looks."

Andy tilts his head to the side still confused as to why you'd pick such an app. "But.. you're beautiful, any man would be stupid not to see that, y/n."

Your cheeks flushed red and suddenly, the room felt as if it was closing in on you and it was 100 degrees hotter in there. "Shut up, you're such a sweet talker," you rolled your eyes.

He laughs at your statement, shrugging as he sets your phone down. Andy gets off your desk, his arms resting over your shoulders and his chin poking into the top of your head. He watches as you click through the various pictures, storing through the good and the bad, fixing minor blemishes as you went.

"You should try it, you know." You tell him quietly and Andy hums, waiting for you to keep talking. "Bantr, you should try it. You're a funny guy, you might have luck."

"Maybe," he shrugs it off, his hand lifting to squish your face. You swat his hand away.

"Aren't you supposed to be in the gym or something?"

"Yeah," he huffs, "but Mo and Trent are trying to do some sort of crunches competition and you know-" "You hate crunches, I know, Andy."

He laughs, "why would I go on Bantr when I have you, y/n?"

Your heart skips a beat, but you figured he's just joking - he's always just joking.

"Whatever, Andy. Unlike you, some of us actually have work to do."

He gets the hint; you were politely shooing him out of your office. "Yeah, okay," he nods, kissing the top of your head before squeezing your face once more. "Send me my pictures please."

"I'll edit them last."

"Saving the best for last?" He asks, turning towards the door.

"Trying to spare myself from seeing your face, I've had my fill for now." You joke, earning a laugh from the left back as he walks out of the office.

The day rolls by and you did in fact send Andy his pictures. His phone buzzes in the cup holder as he heads home, glancing at it as he pulls up to a stoplight.

To Andy: *12 Image Attachments* Stop bothering me now, Andrew.

He smiles to himself, making a mental note to text you back when he arrive home. In typical Andy fashion, he becomes distracted by the million little tasks he does when he gets home.

It wasn't until he got into bed that he remembered your message, shooting you a thank you with a little kissy face emoji and saving the photos.

Your words from earlier ring in his head as well; bantr, you should try it. You're a funny guy, you might have luck.

Andy searches it up, his finger hovering over the button for a moment before pressing it, watching as the little circle spins and it begins downloading. He follows the steps; putting in his birthday, picking his location, adding a user name.

That took him a moment - he couldn't exactly put his name, could he?

There couldn't be that many Andy Robertsons in Liverpool.

He'd feel wrong for lying and putting a fake name so instead, after a few minutes of thinking, he comes up with a user that is still him without being him.

Andy sits up, contemplating if he should delete the profile. He's a footballer, is this even okay that he's doing this? Would he get in trouble for this?

He ignores the thoughts and his thumb presses the matches tab. He swipes through a few, reading their cheesy bios before he comes across a profile that catches his eye.

The user sounded familiar but he couldn't place it, unsure where he saw it. He decides to message them while he still has the courage.

lfc26: Hey! How are you? 

The reply came but a few seconds later.

photographer_10: Hi! I’m good, how are you? 

lfc26: Good as well, exhausted from work. 

photographer_10: I hope you get some rest. 

lfc26: I just hopped into bed. 

photographer_10: Me too, it’s been a long day. 

lfc26: Tell me about it, and the weather’s been shit.

lfc26: That’s if you’re local. You in Liverpool? 

photographer_10: Yeah, have been for a few years :) 

photographer_10: Are you a fan of Liverpool? 

The message stares at Andy, he feels like he’s been caught. 

lfc26: I am, why do you ask ? 

photographer_10: Your user lol - must be a Robertson fan, he wears 26. 

lfc26: Yeah lol, a proper lad.

photographer_10: I think so too, quite funny as well.

lfc26: So I’ve heard. 

He finds himself smiling, he would have never guessed he’d meet someone who was a fan of him. It warmed his heart in a weird way; not self centred but content. 

lfc26: I think I’m going to head to bed, I have to be up early for work. 

photographer_10: No worries at all, you take care of yourself.

lfc26: You too :) 

--

It goes like that on and off for a week, the two of them exchanging little details about their days, flirting playfully back and forth. Andy glances at his phone every few minutes, expecting a text from the mystery woman.

It's starting to become an issue.

Everyone notices that the man who is usually on their asses about being on their phones is glued to his.

He's cycling, rather lazily to be fair - awaiting a response to his scandalous question about her workplace attire.

Mo glances over at his teammate, his brows furrow as he wonders what's on his friend's mind. "Robbo," he calls for the Scotsman. "You okay?"

Andy glances up from the phone that was now in his hand. He nods, "fine, why?"

"Because you've been glued to your phone, that's why." Virgil butts in, snatching the phone from Andy's hand which caused a protest from him. "Give it back!" He groans, hand stretched out to the captain.

Virgil shakes his head, his back to Andy as he looks down to see what's been keeping Andy so busy. "What's Bantr?" He asks, turning to Andy and Mo again.

Mo shrugs, clueless before looking to Andy for an answer. "A dating app," Andy mumbles.

Virgil and Mo exchange a glance, so many things said between the two players without actually saying it. "So that's why you've been smiling at your phone, checking it all day?" Mo asks.

Trent was passing by, per usual, butting himself into the conversation between the three players. He grabs Virgil's arms swinging himself in between the defender and the cycle Andy was on. "What's that? Andy's got a crush?"

Andy rolls his eyes, his cheeks give away his stance; curse his pale Scottish skin for giving him away. "I don't."

"You're blushing!" Trent laughs, pointing a finger at Andy's flushed face.

Virgil chuckles to himself, reading the messages between his friend and his supposed crush. "Didn't think you had it in you, man; some spicy stuff." He raises his eyebrows at him.

Andy's face only flushes further red. Trent tries to get the phone from Virgil but the man lifts his arm, even with Trent's jumping, he can't get the phone from Virgil's hand.

"Shut up," he groans, wanting the world to swallow him whole right about now.

"If you like her, why don't you just ask her out?" Trent asks, scowling at Virg as he hands the phone back to Andy and not to him. Virgil flicks Trent's ear in response.

Andy makes a face, "I can't! That's.. are you insane, man?"

Trent goes to speak but stops himself when he sees you walking over. The camera hung over your neck by its strap. "What's going on over here? Any hot gossip?"

"Who says we're gossiping?" Andy asks, smiling at you sweetly.

You shrug, glancing between the four of them. "Players all huddled together, it goes silent as I walk over; I'd say that's gossip."

"We don't gossip, we're grown men." Virgil points out, causing you to laugh. You lift the camera, taking a picture of him and Trent.

"Yeah, of course not, so does that make Macca and Darwin.. little boys?" You point behind you with your thumb, the two Spanish speaking players giggling about something as they stretch.

Virgil presses his lips together, making a dopey looking face. You laughed at him, walking off to take a few more photos of the boys on the other side of the room.

--

It's Saturday, match day.

Liverpool played Wolves, 4-1 and the boys were going into the next week on a good note.

Andy, per usual, finds you and offers up his company and dinner. You take him up on it, you were finished with your editing and could use the friend time.

You sat across from the man, the two of you tucked away in the back of a little Italian restaurant Jordan used to rave about. "I feel like I haven't seen you in forever," you tell him, taking a sip of your cocktail.

Andy hums, glancing at his phone that was face up on the table. Your brows furrow, studying his face as his finger swipes over the screen.

"Waiting for something?" You asked, raised brows when he finally looked up.

"Oh, just a message from someone."

"Someone as in.. a woman friend? Like, a hot date?" You pried, you and Andy didn't have boundaries when it came to conversation; you poked around in each others' business all the time. You both liked things messy and loud and complicated - it's who you were.

Andy shook his head, his face flushed red like when Trent accused him of having a crush. "No," he huffs, washing the butterflies down with a sip of beer.

Your face lit up, grinning at your friend. "No way! You like her!" The words come out in a sing-song tone and Andy rolls his eyes playfully annoyed with you.

"Shut up," he chuckles, taking a bite of his chicken.

You mirrored his actions, chewing your food quietly. You look at him for a moment, smiling at him. "So tell me about her."

"She's kind, and funny. She likes Liverpool so it's a perfect match."

"The bar is so low, Andy." You teased and he shrugged, smiling. "But I'm glad you found someone, I hope things work out between you two."

"Me too," he nods. "What about you? Any luck?"

"Yeah," you took another sip of your drink, "he's a nice guy, but we're taking it slow. We'll see where it goes."

"Good, let me know if he gives you a hard time and you need me to beat him up." Andy says flatly, 100% serious.

You laughed, "as if you could beat up someone."

"I'll pay Virgil to rough him up."

You two chat for a bit more, finishing up dinner and Andy talked you into splitting a massive piece of cake with him - can't have dinner without dessert, just ain't right.

Finally, after what felt like forever, you made it home. You sent Andy a quick text, thanking him for dinner and telling him you got home. You received a thumbs up in response, which meant he was about to fall asleep and was too tired to answer properly - at least he knew you were fine.

You sat on your bed, opening the app you had been ignoring for the last few hours. Clicking on the profile, you send a message.

photographer_10: Hey you.

Andy, who was about to fall asleep, feels the phone buzz in his hand. He opens his eyes, blinking to get himself to focus when he sees who has messaged him.

Suddenly, he was wide awake.

lfc26: Hi, how are you? 

photographer_10: I'm good, sorry I disappeared. Had some work stuff to take care of. 

lfc26: I thought you forgot about me lol.

photographer_10: Never, you’re hard to forget.

Andy smiled at the message, the butterflies fluttering around his stomach like a 16 year old boy with a crush. 

lfc26: That’s sweet, you’ve got me blushing.

photographer_10: I'm sure you look very handsome.

lfc26: Hush you, I'm as red as a tomato right now.

The next message catches him off guard. 

photographer_10: Now are you ever gonna ask me on a date or shall I ask you? 

lfc26: Oh you beat me to it. 

photographer_10: By all means, please. 

lfc26: Would you like to go on a date with me?

Andy stares at the message, he isn’t even sure how long his thumb hovered over the send button. He finally worked up enough courage to hit it, but automatically locked his phone, tossing it on the bed as he rushed off to get a glass of water from the kitchen. 

It was a few minutes later that he came back and saw the response. 

photographer_10: I’d love to. Let me know when you’re free. 

lfc26: Next week? I’m free on Tuesday. 

photographer_10: Perfect, shall we meet somewhere? 

lfc26: Let me be a gentleman and pick you up? 

photographer_10: Sure, I’d love that :) 

--

The arms around you cause you to jump in your seat, heart stopping momentarily. It wasn't until you saw the pale skin that you connected the dots.

"Scared me half to death, Andrew." You huffed, your attention back on the emails you were answering.

He laughs, his chin poking into the top of your head again, watching as you typed nine knots an hour on your keyboard. "Soooo," he starts and your type comes to a halt. Anytime he says that, something either extremely important or stupid follows.

"So?"

"So I sorta have a date soon, like this week. I.. it's been a while." He admits and you spin in your chair, Andy now leaning on the desk as he looks at you. "You nervous?" You asked.

He nods, "a little, yeah."

"You want my advice?"

"Is there something I should do? What's proper date etiquette ?"

"I don't think there's such a thing," you smiled. "But, if it were me, I'd like flowers. It's not a must but it's a nice touch - shows that you thought about more than just meeting the person, you wanted to make a good first impression."

"Okay," he nods, as if he's making a mental note. "Anything else?"

"Smell good, don't go straight from training. Go home and shower, do your hair, wear some cologne but not too much, you don't wanna make the poor girl sneeze." You laughed, Andy smiled.

"I always smell good."

"Do you?" You raised an eyebrow, looking at him.

Andy pulls you by your chair, sitting himself on your lap so you could smell him. "Ew!" You groaned, "Andy, get off!" He had just come up from training, and it was safe to say he did not smell good right now.

"What?" He asks, making a face at you. "Not good?" He tries not to laugh at your face, nose wrinkled in disgust.

"So gross," you huffed. "Go away before you stink up my office."

"You smell like me now," he cackled, pressing his sweaty self against you. You groaned, pushing him off of you. "I hate you."

"Love you too, y/n!"

--

Your music played quietly, you hummed along as you finished up your makeup. Your wine glass sat on the vanity and as you were about to reach for it, your phone buzzed.

lfc26: on my way :)

photographer_10: okay!

You sped up a bit, pulling the rollers out of your hair and shaking it out. Just a last second check in the mirror before you head down. Perfectly on time, the doorbell rings when you get to the bottom of the stairs.

"Coming!" You shouted, walking over to open the door.

Imagine your surprise when you see Andy at your front door, all dressed up, smelling good while holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Andy?" You looked at him, confused.

He blinks, looking just as confused as you. "Y/n?"

You take a moment to connect the dots and it seems Andy's doing the same. "26," you point at him and he nods. "Photographer," he mirrors your action, the two of you bust out laughing at the front door.

"I cannot believe this," you shook your head, laughing as you stepped aside for him to come in.

"I swear I didn't know it was you. I've never come to your house!" He chuckles and to be fair, it was true. You had gone to his place and you've gone out quite a few times but he's never been over to yours.

"I brought flowers, like you suggested." He passes the bouquet over to you; 26 roses all perfectly arranged and wrapped up in Liverpool red paper with a bow.

"My favourite," you smiled, smelling them. "Thank you, Andy."

He smiles, nodding. "Do you still.. you know, wanna go out?"

"Yeah," you smiled, setting the flowers on the counter. "If you want to."

Andy nods, waiting for you to put your flowers into a vase before he opens the front door.

You two ended up going to your usual spot, the Italian place on Water Street. The conversation was flowing, the two of you laughing about how you ended up there and chatted about the upcoming games. It felt normal, it felt meant to be.

You couldn't help but wonder how you missed all the signs.

It seemed that you two were meant to be.

Andy drives you home, walking up to the front door like a gentleman.

"Thank you for tonight," you smiled at him, your hand in his. Andy smiles, nodding. "No need to thank me, my pleasure."

He watches as you unlock the front door and step in. Your hand is still in his, as you look back at him. The look on your face says it before you do. "You know.. the night doesn't have to end here."

Andy hums, smiling at you. He seems to have gotten the hint.

"Yeah?" He raises his eyebrows as you pull him into the house.

The door slams shut, your lips on his as you answer him. "Yeah."

--

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the prettiest; robertson

pairing: andy robertson x fem!reader

warnings: pregnant reader

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Walking through the house in search of you after being out and about with the boys, Andy had grabbed a tube of your favourite ice cream from the freezer and two spoons. Your kids were at his parents home for the next few days as you decided to enjoy a bit of alone time; two daughters were everything he could've wished for, they were smart and shared your best facial features, but also loved playing football with him — which always melted your heart whenever you saw the three of them play together.

Andrew didn't expect you to be outside; you had texted him earlier, claiming that you had just gotten off work and your shared home was dirty, but nonetheless he liked seeing you laying on a lounger under the warmth of mai. Coming closer the man smiled softly — there you relaxed, no worry clung on you body, hands protectively holding your stomach beneath the t-shirt, you had definitely stolen from him.

For the third time you'd give him the best gift mankind could wish for — a baby.

You only had found out a month ago while vacationing in Italy. The four of you had been on a beach, eating one too many gelato when suddenly you looked him in the eyes, asking him to buy a pregnancy test to check if your suspicion was correct. And it had been. Missing your period was the death giveaway as you always had it regularly and to be quite frank, Andy had been over the moon. It wasn't planned but honestly it made both of you incredibly exited.

He gently strock a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, letting his hand rest against your cheek, kissing you lips slowly. You immediately reply by kissing back and laying your much smaller hand in his.

"Hi darling", the footballer greeted you after ending the kiss.

You flutter your eyelashes at him, happy to having him home. "Hello Bear, had fun?"

"It was alright. Virg was in a mood today and talked lots of bullshit but that's nothing new", he replied dryly, making you laugh. The Dutch often trashtalked, bringing the people around him to grin brightly (though he wasn't on the Scotts).

Looking in each others eyes, you relished the peace and after a while you had rested your head against his chest, drawing circles. Then you spied the ice cream and as much as loved being hold, you broke free and snatched the tube of the table besides the lounger. Happily you took a spoonful of the icy food, groaning at the delicious flavour. Andy hadn't made a move, keeping his hands on your hips as you sat eating in-between his legs.

"You're pretty", he whispered, eyes roaming along your body and stopping at your stomach. Blinking a few moments, you weren't sure if you heard him correctly, too invested in the ice cream beforehand.

"What am I?", you questioned.

Your partner gently grasped your chin to turn you around, watching your slightly confused face. His thumb swiped a drop of the melted good from the coronor of your mouth away, to suck it into his mouth.

"I said you're pretty."

"Just pretty, Bear?", you exclaimed, playfully hitting his shoulder. The action made the both of you grin widely, however he then turned serious.

"You're the prettiest."