blueaetherr · 2 years ago
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thank you for letting me know can you do the gender neutral one with trent then thank you! <3
to love and to be loved
pairing: trent alexander arnold x gn!reader [they/them]
warning(s): slight angst
summary: the one where they want to be loved (by trent) and he wants to love (the reader)
author's note: hi anon, sorry this took so long (again). currently working through writer's block so hopefully i might be able to write more in the coming days.
now playing: this is what falling in love feels like by jvke
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After hours, Y/N and Trent were sitting together in his back garden. And on this particular night the two decided that there was some silence to share and so they peacefully indulged in it together; appreciating the sounds of nature at night for the first time in forever, taking notice of one's breathing to keep it at bay, and unknowingly, enjoying the time the two were able to spend together, no rush or anything to it.
The thing is, there was purpose behind their silence, the pair's lack of talk and simple discussion. There was nothing to speak about, nothing to bring up to conversation. Or, at least, that was what Y/N wanted and Trent couldn't help but accept their wants. Following a break up not too long ago, there wasn't much for Y/N to talk about with Trent, silence itself was enough noise and chaos for Y/N's mind to handle.
Soon after some time, Trent let the silence subside. He turned to his friend, offering a sincere look. "I'm sorry things didn't work out with you and your ex."
Y/N took in a long breath, leaning further back in their place. "Eh, it's all cool. We ended on good terms so I can't really complain," they leaned over and patted Trent's leg, "I gotta move on, right?"
When it came to Y/N and their previous relationships—from the first partner to the last—they really couldn't complain. Never were their partners malicious or mean and simply unkind; honestly, all of their exes had been great partners and Y/N never had real problems with them. All the break-ups, unfortunately, only happened as a result of innocent fallouts like logistics issues or differences in wants in life.
Their facial expression dulled, their lips forming a straight line as they looked towards the sky. "Though I do wish it could've worked itself out, you know?" Their problems never lied with their ex-partners but rather with the relationships themselves. Y/N has been in a few relationships—not too many yet also just enough but it always felt like something was lacking in all of them.
Finally, they set their eyes on Trent. "Do you think we were good together," they asked, referring to themself and their ex, "or was I at least good with any of my exes?" They didn't want to seem insecure or full of doubt, but Y/N wanted some outer perspective on their previous relationships.
"Um," Trent scratched the nape of his neck. He let out a small huff, tilting his head in simple thought. "I think... I think there's always hope for everything. There always was hope for all your relationships, every single one... so I don't think I can say no."
Being there from the beginning, Trent got to witness his best friend in all of their relationships. He watched Y/N's relationships form and unravel, watched them shift from immature to sensible, judged all their partners for their content and personality and... he never found anything flawed to say about anything or anyone.
That was the problem with all of Y/N's relationships; they all always seemed so perfect, too perfect to even criticise. Their ex-partners were perfect, judging by their appearances, intentions and personalities. Y/N's relationships held some flaws here and there, but they weren't enough to ruin something great for a couple. In his eyes, Y/N was too perfect in every aspect and that fact alone let Trent believe that there had been hope for Y/N to settle in whatever relationship they found themself in.
Y/N hummed, running their hand through the grass. "I find that hard to believe when I can never seem to stay in a relationship."
In their eyes, their partners were always perfect but perhaps the relationships weren't. The start and end of their relationships remained the best stages; there was that deep understanding and wanting the best for each other. The middle was the stage of every relationship for Y/N where things would happen quicker than they could realise, leaving the lines and everything else to become far too murky to the point where it was quite hopeless to maintain what barely remained of a relationship.
And seeing their ex-partners over the years moving onto different relationships, some in the early stages of marriage and others starting families– and because everyone viewed all their ex-partners as the perfect partners– even though no one said it, Y/N did feel like all their relationships failing, one after the other, was entirely their fault, that they were the burden every time they chose to be with someone.
"Everyone for me kinda just comes and goes, and I'm used to it at this point... but a bit of lovin' never hurt anyone," Y/N said, a sad smile appearing on their face. 'Cause that's all they could do—smile in hopes of retrieving some happiness in all the internal sadness they were experiencing. "Just seems like something really nice to have."
Witnessing all of their previous relationships fade away really did raise some questions for Y/N: were they really unlovable? If so, what was it about them that was apparently so unadorable and unpleasant to be shared and admired by someone else? What was it that deemed them only worthy of temporary love, that till death do us part kinda love was out of their reach?
It was unfair, and Y/N found it unfair. That they wanted something so small and inexpensive, something everyone around them had rightful access to but them. The thought itself felt like heartbreak.
Oh to be loved must be amazing.
"It doesn't hurt anyone, no. But," Trent offered his hand to Y/N, knowing his friend needed some comfort which he could present through trustful physical touch. In time, Y/N looped their fingers with his own. Trent patted the pair's intertwined hands with his free hand. "You'll get there in time, Y/N. I guess it just takes some time to find someone. You gotta be patient with this one."
Y/N thought for a moment before nodding, voicing a small okay. Trent didn't speak many words yet they were meaningful and kinda heartfelt; there was ease and trust in his words and voice, and that was enough for Y/N to listen to him and maybe indulge in his advice. "If that's the case," they sighed, "you have anyone in mind for me?"
Despite in fact having someone in mind for his best friend, despite the ease he had when thinking about the answer (he didn't have to think), Trent remained hesitant when it came to answering their question. Just let it be me— "Yeah, but I'm not telling you," he said, shrugging and laughing a bit. There was slight confidence despite his shyness towards the approaching conversation.
"You're not telling me?" Y/N's face fell further, encouraging Trent's laughter.
"I don't think you realise this is you basically trying to force fate."
"Okay, okay, I forgot: I'll get there in time," Y/N chuckled as they laid back on the grass, probably one of their first moments of euphoria that night. And Y/N accepted it; it was a start for tomorrow and the later days that would follow. "But c'mon. At least tell me what this person's like. Maybe I can guess. I gotta know something."
And so Trent went to describe this person he had in mind for Y/N— himself. He made sure he was vague yet precise with his descriptions, talking about himself in a way that others would describe him as such too but also speaking loosely so that any other guy could fit the descriptions too. There he was, putting himself forward without exposing himself, without putting pressure on a friend who had just left a relationship.
Trent was someone who was caring and sensitive and accommodating to others, especially others like Y/N. He had always seen them receive and receive from previous partners, but never did Trent think it was enough for their value. He thought they deserved so much more than temporary love, deserved more than feeling unwanted after every relationship ended; they were undervalued even if it was unintentional.
That observation came with the thriving feeling that Trent could, potentially, be the better partner to Y/N over the others. He didn't know it, or he wasn't ready to openly admit it, but Trent wanted to be the one to love Y/N (if they would accept it).
And as he spoke, their face was full of smiles and laughter and real positivity, their enjoyment stretching beyond the conversation itself. Even though he was describing someone for their benefit, even though they were the one who requested Trent to talk in detail about their dream person or soulmate, Y/N wasn't really listening to whatever he was saying. Honestly, they were thinking about Trent.
Y/N had been in a few relationships—not too many yet not too few—and through all of them, Trent always remained. Whenever they entered a relationship, Trent was there to encourage and hype them up; whenever they left a relationship, Trent was there to comfort and assure them that there would always be someone else out there as long as they kept the hope alive.
He was their first call after every breakup, the pair's time together was almost synced. Their parents loved all of Y/N's previous partners but evidently, their parents loved Trent a bit more in a more personal way. Everything he did for them (willingly and unwillingly) were simply acts of love and they wanted all of that for themself: to be adored and admired and loved and beyond by Trent.
Sitting under the night sky with silence now discarded, Trent and Y/N continued to share hushed discussions with timid laughter to ease away the misery of a breakup. And even though no one brought them to conversation, it remained a wonder and a wish if one could love or be loved by the person beside them in future days.
part 2
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calistrae · 2 years ago
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request for anything with joao felix 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
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pairing: gn!reader x joão félix
warnings: suggestive themes, he's a menace
notes: because it involves suggestive themes minors dni please! thank you so much for your request, hope you enjoy! <3 for the next couple of days, i'll be focusing on headcanons (trent alexander-arnold coming soon btw!)
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dating joão félix includes:
he can be either the biggest sweetheart or the worst tease
clingy for sure
he can't help it, he loves to have his hands on you 24/7
you're just so pretty and he needs to touch you as much as he can
you could be sitting on a park bench and he'd still have his hand on your thigh or his arm around you
gives side-eyes to anyone who dares to look at you the wrong way
definitely possessive vibes
so soft with you though
he'd always make sure you're okay, no matter the situation
whenever you haven't seen each other in a while, he will make sure you two don't leave the bed for at least a day (aside from maybe going out to eat)
loves to have you on his lap because he has access to absolutely everything
him being the biggest fucking tease
you could be having dinner with his family and he'd lean over and whisper the filthiest things into your ear
he loves to see you flustered and he'll just stare at you with the most wicked smirk
expensive dates
i'm talking fancy restaurants, even trips abroad
one time he rented out a whole rooftop lounge just for the two of you and acted as if it was nothing
you best believe you weren't clothed for most of that time
nicknames like sweets, anjo, gorgeous/handsome
a lot of play-fighting, especially tickling
one time he sneaked up on you which resulted in him accidentally getting hit on the head with the kitchen cabinet
the arguments and fights do get intense
he has a bad habit of walking out without saying a word
after an argument, you might not see him for days
but he'll always be first to apologize and make it up to you
usually by treating you well, like buying you flowers and giving you the night of your life
he loves to play with your hair, especially while you're cuddled up on his chest
secretly loves being the little spoon
whenever possible, he'll choose facetiming over texting
literally begs to see you and he's not ashamed of it
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blueaetherr · 1 year ago
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could you pls write a second part to “to love and to be loved”? maybe a continuation where trent confesses or where they’re already together? you choose<3
when fates align
pairing: trent alexander-arnold x gn!reader [they/them]
warning(s): none
summary: the one where trent and y/n unknowingly witness their fates fall into perfect position
author's note: part two to this imagine
now playing: favourite by nicki minaj ft. jeremih
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During the early night, Trent and Y/N were up in the hills of LA overlooking the grand sight of the City of Lights. Up there, alone together as an unbothered pair, there was amusement and enjoyment as they smiled and laughed at whatever and drank whatever they wanted, vibing to the music they chose to play aloud for everyone yet nobody to hear.
Considering the end of the season Trent decided to on holiday, and with Y/N. It was not only his chance to drift away from his daily life but to also spend some valued time with his friend. Fortunately, Trent knew his dear Y/N so well, so well that he understood that they were still in their feelings about their ex-lover even if they refused to say it. Either way, Trent wanted Y/N to feel better about themself, to have them neglect their past lover in mind and thought.
The open environment, the calm scenes they had sight of almost every day, being some miles away from their relationship problems, blasting their favourite tunes without fear of judgement, playing both childish and explicit games—it provided Y/N with enough assurance that let them decompress and relax for a minute, letting Y/N enjoy the time spent together with her friend, something Trent deeply cherished for some right and wrong reasons.
"I remember playing��Just Look Over Shoulder while I was getting ready for some party and he told me you know it's sampled, right?" Y/N started with their focus on the picturesque views of LA. "And obviously I knew 'cause you can just hear MJ's voice throughout the song, but I didn't know what song was sampled. So he introduced me to the original song and from then on, my appreciation for sampled songs went to another level, especially this one," they exhaled softly before turning to Trent with a hopeful glance. They clasped their fingers together. "So what do you think?"
After listening to the I'll Be There, Trent took the earphones out of his ears. Then he nodded in approval, his facial expression remaining positive and bright. "Yeah, I think it's really nice."
"Oh yeah?" Their eyes gleamed with excitement. Not that Y/N expected their music taste to be turned down, but rather she cared a lot about his opinion— because it was Trent.
"Of course," Trent said with a small laugh, adjusting his position on his car's hood. He cleared his throat, before folding his arms. "I don't think you can go wrong with the Jackson 5."
"I know." Then there was a slight dip in their smile, their eyes falling to their lap. "I hate that I love it though, and every other sampled song."
"Wait, why?" Trent wondered as a frown settled across his lips, his eyes clouded with sympathy. For a minute he thought he had done everything to let Y/N destress and relax. I mean everything had been going so well for some time until some moments ago. It was a mild guess, but he could guess it was caused by the thought of a past lover.
Y/N shook her head. They knew they would find some level of shame in their reasons. "I love them 'cause of him." And I'm correct, Trent thought. With their fingers picking at their shorts, they explained, "Every time I listen to them– some even being my favourite songs– my thoughts go back to him. I think about him and I don't want to, you know?"
Trent's eyes wandered around the scenery before they returned to Y/N, asking, "Do you hate your ex?"
"No. Not really." In truth, Y/N could never hate their ex-partners, both more and less recent ones. Their relationships never ended with arguments, hateful words or with resentment. Instead, the two parties always ended on mutual terms and exchanged their best wishes before parting ways. There was nothing to hate or even dislike about their partners when respect was a given for all of them. 
"It's the fact that everything we had—which was something really good—has kinda been left for me to hold for now," Y/N held their hand up as if they were holding something. "From what I've seen, he's kinda moved on."
Trent nodded slowly, carefully thinking out his response. In simple, he wanted to restore his friend's happiness and confidence. "Your liking towards sampled songs shouldn't be burdened by your ex introducing them to you," he assured, moving his shoulders up and down. "I mean unless you can, I can't see you unliking them any time soon."
They bit the inside of their cheek. "Then what do you suggest I should do?"
"Redirect your feelings about sampled songs towards other things and people," Trent advised, "That way you can enjoy them without having your ex in mind."
Y/N hummed, "Other things and people, huh?"
Noticing the humour and suggestiveness in their response Trent's lips stretched upward, his dimples on perfect display. "Anything and anyone you want."
Y/N tilted their head slightly. "Like a new partner?" When his face dulled Y/N let out a chuckle, holding their stomach. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding, relax," they reached their hand on the nape of their neck and leaned back a bit. "I know I'm not in the right place to be in a new relationship."
Although Y/N wasn't quite over their ex, their self-worth and confidence still remained. They understood well that they were lovable and all their other relationships were just simply unfortunate and temporary, and not wastes of time. That there would be a time, maybe after a few more relationships, when they would remain in a stable one. That somewhere there was someone who they sooner or later could define as home and experience, fulfilling their desire to be loved. They just had to be patient and willing to be given the right person rather than trying to rush fate.
"Remember a few weeks ago when you told me you had someone in mind?" They asked as their eyes settled on the views in front of them. They couldn't help it—so mesmerising and delicate to the eye from a high rural position.
"Briefly, yeah," Trent coughed out a response, his words opposing his thoughts so well. He hadn't expected the two to return to the conversation. Not only was it a few weeks ago but he thought Y/N would take it as him speaking hypothetically (even though he wasn't). "What about it?"
"Well, I've been thinking about it, you know, 'cause I love and value your opinion so much. So I've been trying to imagine the next person I might be with, trying to guess if you were describing one of our friends or maybe someone I haven't met yet. And it's been hard 'cause everything you said I mean..." Y/N stretched their words as they lifted their hand above their head, "You set the standards high like that."
Monitoring their facial expression Trent was quick to notice their mild sadness. He patted their shoulder before assuring softly, "You've always had high standards." He didn't just say that to reassure his friend—he truly believed Y/N held high standards when it came to dating. This was evident in the fact that he never found himself hating or disliking any of their ex-partners. What they saw as their low standards was the fact their relationships failed to last for significant lengths of time.
"Yeah, but they're always kinda redundant by the time the relationships end. Anyway, I've thought, and thought, and thought and... I don't know. But whoever it is, wherever they may be right now, they do sound wonderful," Y/N nodded, their recent frown forming into a smile. And though it was small, it managed to reach their eyes perfectly. Then they directed their words towards Trent, "Just like you, so really, I have nothing to stress about, right?"
Something quite evident about the pair's friendship was the fact that Y/N highly appreciated Trent, in both platonic and otherwise ways. He provided their bests through their worst, he provided them reassurance when their confidence was low. He always went beyond the expectations of one's typical friend and for that, they would forever remain grateful that he was involved in their life every day.
For some time there was some quiet between the two, soft music from the speaker brought along lounging in the air. The blend of everything, the soft music, the default romantic scenery they found themselves in, the invisible feelings in the air, and Trent's loud thoughts overwhelming his judgement—was enough for Trent to say what had been on his mind for some time, somewhere as early as Y/N's first relationship.
"I didn't want to tell you a few weeks ago 'cause I thought it would be cruel considering you just broke up with your partner, and I also didn't want to pressure you into feeling any type of way and I'm not expecting anything in return. That wouldn't have been nice, would it? And to be honest, I feel like I shouldn't be saying this now either since you still seem to be getting over your ex. But I just wanted to let you know, that's all."
Y/N's face fell at his words, some confusion yet understanding falling over them. They didn't know exactly what Trent was saying, but they were willing to tune in carefully.
"I'm the person I've had in mind for you. I'm this wonderful person I was talking about a few weeks ago. I'm the wonderful person you're talking about now, the one who set your standards high apparently. Again, you don't have to say anything. I-I—" Trent exhaled deeply as he closed his eyes. His lack of sight gave him some clarity, letting him focus. "Clearly, you've taken my words seriously, so I feel like it's only fair to tell you so I don't lead you astray when everything I was talking about was about, well, me."
Opening his eyes Trent was faced with Y/N. Slowly, realisation dawned on their face as their mouth fell open. It was then that Trent felt panic cross over his face. Did he just say all that for everything to not work out in the end?
But then they came through, their facial expression beginning to open up. "I don't know, Trent... I feel like you're forcing fate right now."
"Really? You've been thinking and wondering about that? " Trent scoffed out a small laugh, one full of relief and happiness. Relief and happiness in finally knowing that the feelings he had been holding towards someone for some time weren't all for nothing and one-sided. "I don't know about you but it sounds like everything's falling into place just right."
Y/N shrugged with a smile, one shy yet somehow still mirroring Trent's. "Maybe is it, you know." They declared, "You're one of my favourite people, Trent. Well, you are my favourite person." Unconsciously, their exes were based on their dear friend, Trent. His vibrant personality, his dull humour, his high standards. That's why Y/N's ex-partners were all so perfect in not only their eyes but also Trent's eyes; Y/N liked everything that was Trent while Trent would, obviously, love everything that was him.
Together, the two shared kind smiles, laughter and conversations. There wasn't anything different about them, but the fact that both Trent and Y/N learned something new about one another—something both of them had wanted to be true for so long—just made their interactions now seem like a different and new experience, something where their visible emotions and feelings were involved.
There was so much to say, so much the two wanted to say, so much that needed to be said. For understanding, to ease minds, to learn all the details there was to know. 
But Trent and Y/N would wait. In that moment, emotions were overwhelming and one wanted to say this and that that it would be too chaotic. Allowing what the two wanted to happen right now would ruin the events that were supposed to happen, rushing fate. So Trent and Y/N would be patient and willing for when it would be okay to move forward, and for once, together.
In the meantime, Trent and Y/N would enjoy their time together somewhere in the hills of LA. They would cherish their final moments together as just friends, knowing that when they would return to their holiday home, when they would return to England, or when a few weeks or months have passed, the two would get to spend time together as everything they have wanted for each other and for themselves—loving (Y/N) and being loved (by Trent).
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calistrae · 2 years ago
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trent alexander-arnold relationship headcanons
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pairing: trent alexander-arnold x gn!reader
warnings: smut under the cut! minors dni, suggestive language
notes: i'm in love with this man ugh
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dating trent alexander-arnold includes:
late night drives (for no reason at all)
just imagine music blasting through the speakers, his hand on your thigh while he gently grips it just right
he can read you like a book - knows exactly what you need, what you want and will make sure you have whatever it is that he can give you
kisses on the back of the hand!!!
he's definitely that quiet, maybe slightly shy guy
but at the same time, he's so considerate and supportive of everything you do
you come first, always and in any type of situation
whenever you're at his games, he will get that surge of electricity and if they win, he'll come running straight to you
love language is words of affirmation
and affirm is what he does
king of praise, literally
especially when he has you pinned down on the bed, his hand gently gripping the base of your throat while he hits the deepest spots he can reach, his words are like honey, his voice deep and gentle
"so good for me."
"right there, baby. be good and give me one more."
"you look so pretty for me."
he has the nastiest habit of wanting to do it on a yacht
as i said, you always come first
literally begs to give you head
and god, will he look pretty doing it
the hunger is insatiable and he'll never leave you unsatisfied. if you guys are in public, he will find a way to have you
dressing rooms, club toilets, the gym
loves to hear you scream his name, your fingers tightly buried into his dreads
he'll always be so sweet with aftercare - baths, cuddles
he will cook a whole 5-course meal if you ask him to
he would never forget to remind you how much he loves you and how beautiful he finds you
loves to have his head on your chest while cuddling
he's a sucker for back scratches
he's a bit clumsy and often times you have to look after him like a child if you don't want him to break anything
he loves to overstimulate you and will do so every opportunity he gets
dedicates playlists to you <3
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calistrae · 2 years ago
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ville de l'amour. a trent alexander-arnold blurb
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pairing: trent alexander-arnold x gn!reader
requested: yes
request: hii can i request reader and trent maybe in paris and he proposes under the eiffel tower in the dark?
warnings: teeth-rotting fluff, obnoxious lovey-dovey couple activities
notes: no proposal under the eiffel tower, simply because i personally think it's overrated, instead check out the luxembourg gardens and you'll see why i picked it as inspiration for this! tysm for requesting and all the love on my fics! 🧸🤍 (not proofread as per usual lmao)
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you had no idea, what your boyfriend had planned for your holiday in paris, but his requests and suggestions had made you beyond suspicious of his plans.
why did he have the sudden urge to go to paris, despite having never shown interest in it? why had he suddenly asked you to dress up? why was he looking so formal when all you were doing was taking a little walk?
not that you were complaining. paris was beautiful and the man strolling through the gardens with you was a god. you could swear he was a divine being walking this earth. from the bottom to the top, he looked gorgeous, especially in this sunlight. what had you done to deserve this? to deserve him?
you never realized you were staring until his words brought you out of your trance. "you never realized you were staring until his words brought you out of your trance. "my love?" he spoke, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand as he kept it in his own. "huh?" was all you could reply, having been torn away from your thoughts.
"what were you staring at?" he questioned with a wide grin on his lips and from that smile alone, you knew you'll never be hearing the end of it. he could read you like a book so you knew that he was probably aware of what you were thinking. "come on, tell me, babe. promise i won't tease you about it" he smirked and you both knew he was lying.
"it's so pretty here, trent" you said as you took the sight in, moving closer to him as you held onto his arm to avoid bumping into the large groups around you. the gardens were beautiful, truly. but there were a lot of people and this put both of you slightly on edge. your relationship had always been private, you rarely posted one another and you rarely appeared in public cozied up.
"only the prettiest place for someone as pretty as you," he replied with a gentle hum and the two of you attempted to remain serious but quickly failed when glancing at each other, bursting out into laughter. "that was so bad!" you exclaimed and he only nodded as he continued laughing. "i give you a compliment and you react like that?!" he argued back.
"that was the cheesiest thing i've ever heard, trent. we both know it was awful, don't try that one ever again." you told him and leaned against him as he guided you through the gardens, now having reached a more quiet, private area. "you love it deep down, i know you do." he hummed and smirked to which you couldn't help but roll your eyes.
"i love you but sometimes i can't believe how i fell for you" you pointed out and chuckled at the offended expression on his face. he let out a joking huff and stopped walking in front of the medici fountain. "i was planning to propose to you just now, but you've just broken my heart. can't believe you." he mused but his tone was a clear indication he was only joking.
when you heard the word 'propose,' your eyes widened as you stood in front of him. "what?" you laughed and shook your head, throwing it back in disbelief as you glanced at the sky and took a deep breath. "what? i'm not kidding, my love." he chuckled and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.
while you had been convinced he was joking, his words threw you into a frenzy, your eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. he had to be joking, right? there was no way he was being serious. you shook your head and looked him straight in the eye, however the playful expression remained on your face "stop playing. there's no way you were going to propose."
at this, he beamed up once again and within a single second, the man was on one knee in front of you. you felt like you had been hit in the face and you were sure your jaw was hanging open. "what are you doing, trent? get up!" there was no way this was real.
the look on his face could only be described as pure love and adoration as he took your hands in his and flashed that gorgeous smile you loved so much. "i'm not joking, love. with or without a ring, i want to be yours forever but i want to celebrate our love. i want you to be my partner in everything, whether it's a game or whether it's in life. i don't think i've ever felt more loved and i certinly have never loved anyone as much as i love you. everything about you is...pure perfection, really. i want to love you at your best, your worst and your everything in between. it sounds awfully cheesy, i know it does but i can't word it any differently because this is how i feel." he told you and kissed the back of your hand as he was holding it.
"you've shown me what love is supposed to look and feel like and i'd be a fool to not ask you to marry me. so, would you make me the happiest person in this entire world and marry me, love?" he asked as he pulled out a tiny emerald green box and opened it, revealing what must've been the most beautiful ring you've ever seen. it wasn't huge or flashy with a massive diamond but it was perfect, beautiful. you were in complete disbelief but quickly, you dropped down to your knees and smiled at him as you nodded almost frantically.
his smile only grew as his arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled you in, burying his nose deep into the crook of your neck "i love you so much" he whispered as he held you close and you could swear you felt tears against your skin. but you weren't any better as you were in tears the moment he said he wanted to love you through every moment of your life. the two of you were never serious with one another but the look in his eyes alone told you that he wasn't kidding. you held each other's gaze for a few more seconds until trent cracked and pressed a kiss to your cheek.
"we should probably get up, we're kneelin' in the middle of a park and i think people are staring." he pointed out with a chuckle. as he helped you up, he pulled you flush against himself, the muscular pair of arms tight around your midriff. he nuzzled against your temple and pressed the gentlest kiss against your skin. you observed the ring with a small smile on your lips as he led you out of the park and in your gut, you had a feeling there was more planned.
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blueaetherr · 2 years ago
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Pls give us more Trent stuff😍😍😍
(i guess) i love you
pairing: trent alexander-arnold x gn!reader [they/them]
warning(s): none
summary: the one where two friends know they're meant to just be friends
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"Can you quit it with the humming? You're killing the vibe."
Wandering through the night, the two strolled through a park. The sky, still, remained young; streets lights switching on, kids rushing to play their final game of football, joggers preparing for their night jogs, families with their kids slowly fading away from the space. It provided the perfect moment for the two to get away from everything. A moving image, a perfect scene even, two close individuals advancing towards a space that everyone else was moving away from.
A perfect moment, a perfect scene clouded by the hums of Y/N, calming yet heard. Drew Barrymore was the song on their mind and soon, on their tongue to be sung. Suddenly, they stopped and turned to Trent, glancing him up and down. They shook their head and scoffed out a laugh. "No. I don't I will."
And they stuck by their words. The humming only grew louder and louder, stronger and more irritating to Trent's ear as they pulled away from him. Running further into the park, their hums ran low and were drowned out by Y/N's voice, stretching far into the space. Their singing—their voice—it was struggling yet carefree and vibrant, with their hands over their head and laughter wandering in the air as they spun in circles, losing count of how many times until they fell to the grass, breathless and in laughter.
"I don't know who sings that song but I know for sure that was ridiculously bad yet entertaining." Trent looked around the two before taking a seat next to them. He wasn't embarrassed to be around them. He was looking around to see how many others had to endure Y/N's embarrassment for them, which would be nothing because they felt none. He smiled at the thought of it all. "I don't know why anyone would want you as a partner. You're just... a tad bit too much."
Laying flat on their back Y/N closed their eyes, sighing as they felt the breeze against their face. "That's a lot of talk for someone that has yet to drop me after forever years." Forever years—Trent and Y/N have been friends for some time. Years that they could remember, years that they couldn't remember (whether it was age or lost thoughts), and they had yet to let go of one another.
"If I did your friend count would go from 100 to 0."
Y/N opened their eyes and sat up, looking at Trent. Shaking their head, they tilted it. "Just admit it: I'm the best you'll ever have."
"That's a very subjective statement," Trent lifted his arms up, laughing when they gave him a small shove. He let out a breath once his laughter fell. "It's true! But there's nothing wrong with that, nothing wrong at all. I really like how we are—like this. Us. It's all good."
"I hear you," Sitting up properly, Y/N pulled their knees up so they could wrap their arms around them. Nodding in thought, they continued, "I never understood why our friends thought there was more to us. There was nothing to us and that's still the case. Like, if I could have anyone—if I could like anyone—why would I choose you? I know too much about you."
Trent and Y/N were simply friends—best friends—and the two have never been anything more. Everyone else always suspected something but there really was nothing. You could observe them and still find nothing. No feelings, no affection, no love confessions, no one pursuing no one. And in any state, when all was normal, when emotions were high, when they were floating high. They were just about neutral lovers. The "relationship" was all friendship.
Trent's mouth fell open. "Wow, okay!" He let out a loud laugh, this time shoving his friend. He honestly questioned if he actually liked Y/N's honesty; why did it have to be so brutal? "We get it. You don't like me like that."
"Don't take it personal. Besides, don't pretend like it's not mutual." Y/N looked up at the fading sky, collecting their thoughts. "I guess I love you but not like that, you know? It's like... I could live without you. But a life without you in it," they shook their head, "that I can't imagine and I don't want to. Does that hurt you less?"
The lack of relationship didn't stop the two from cherishing each other. Trent and Y/N ran deep, far too deep. Everything was love. There was a lot to them, and neither ever wanted to lose out on it all. What two had were years of laughter and jokes and smiles complied into memories—so much of it that it was overflowing. Thriving for so long, they wouldn't bare to let go just like that. Yes, they loved one another, unconditionally as friends could. That didn't make the friendship any more of a relationship.
"Yes, thank you for the clarity," Trent rolled his eyes, patting their knee. "Whoever you're future person is, I don't know if they'll be lucky or cursed to have you. If not me then I wonder who else will tolerate you. You're fun and all but you're not all that."
"Don't worry, Trent. In time, when the time is right, when I'm feeling myself, I'll find someone," Y/N affirmed with a nod, more for themself than for Trent. "I'll prove you wrong. I'm sure of it. I don't know," they shrugged as they shared a glance with Trent, offering a smile. And this time it wasn't wide and irritating, instead wide and welcoming. "maybe you'll be the first person I'll introduce them to."
The two shared a lot with one another. I mean they were friends. They made each other happy, made one another's days better with a simple text. They shared laughter, held one another during moments of devastation, cried tears of joy and dejection together; there was no lack of emotions between them. But there was only so much they could share together with where the friendship stood. 
Trent and Y/N could experience them and so much more with someone else.
They both deserved so much more, they knew that. To be fancied for who they were, to be kissed for hours and hours, to be treated well beyond the friendship—to be loved, tirelessly and unconditionally. After all, they were friends and there was a lack of feelings to even think about ever being more. They couldn't give it all to Trent and he couldn't give it all to Y/N. Preferring to not stay stuck and selfish in all that they were was the only way to move forward.
Trent wanted Y/N to be happy with someone else, and he knew that they felt the same for him. That's why they were such good best friends; both knew that they couldn't just remain reserved and stuck to what they had. There were others to explore—relationships to seek and potentially find—and in them could the two find this love that wasn't all friendly and calm, but rather endless and out north of friendship. 
His love for them could only go so far. One day, Y/N will be with someone who loves them, so much more, in a way that Trent couldn't and he couldn't wait for when that day came around.
Picking at the grass, he came across a four-leaf clover. Trent plucked it before offering it to his best friend, returning the smile, "Godspeed, Y/N."
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blueaetherr · 3 years ago
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oscitancy
pairing: trent alexander-arnold x gn!reader [they/them]
warnings: [implied] & subtle lack of clothing
summary: the one where the two get to relax for a minute
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When the day went to rest, when they returned to each other from school or a football game or whenever there was simply nothing to do—Trent and Y/N liked to treat themselves with a late relax session. A way to finish off the week or day in peace, rather primal and benign. A moment or two away from social media and everything else artificial and adjusted about life. It gave them a moment of Trent and Y/N. Something quite rare and cherished during a time when sometimes the two just couldn't receive enough of one another.
Wandering into the shared bathroom, the two usually opted for a warm bath together first before anything else. Excluded and private and of bare bodies, it could carry or lack vulgar behaviour depending on the mood.
Maybe carrying that aspect when he would nip at their skin or squeeze one part and then another, forgetting the intent of taking a bath. But then a warm bath could lack. When they would help one another undress and fall into the bath, or hold hands for that extra feeling of being close even though Trent and Y/N were already body to body, soaked and evenly bare. Or even when Trent leaned forward on their shoulder and Y/N fell back on his chest. And they would talk, and laugh, and wait out the comfort of a warm bath.
Trent frowned, inspecting the product they held in their hand. "I feel like some of this is a bit unnecessary." Time spent together tending to one another's skincare was delicate and newly common. It was something Trent very much enjoyed, even with his lack of knowledge around it—rather clueless. How can you not enjoy being cared for by another? Not that he would admit it out loud. "What even is that?"
"You don't need to know." They applied the mask to his cheeks first, laughing to themself when Trent closed his eyes shut at the cold feeling. So dramatic, they thought. He could never get over the cold shocks despite feeling them more than enough to get used to them.
It started off as something reserved for Y/N time. Then Trent came into the picture, and prioritising skincare became a Trent and Y/N pass time. Knowing little to nothing about anything, they would help him tend to his skin. Not that there was much to correct of Trent. From one facial feature to another—brown (beloved) eyes, lips, hair—he was perfect, quite possibly by far too much. A pretty boy, in simple, that's what he is.
Y/N stopped for a moment and focused on Trent, lips curling up for him. An outward grin. "Hi there."
And the thoughts were mutual. He would find himself staring at them as they worked on his face, soon falling into a daze. Suddenly, that cold feeling that he hated—the one he couldn't seem to get over—would die down. Inspecting everything that they weren't, inspecting them for everything that they were. And he would leave himself vulnerable when they caught onto his staring, looking away all too shy and inward to admit to his acts.
Or Trent would, much like now, respond with confidence and pucker his lips in hopes for a kiss. Wrapping his hands around them in hopes of bringing them closer. And, of course, never was this confidence turned away by Y/N, pressing a kiss to his lips, one small and full. A stunning person, even with minimum effort, that's what they are.
The two pulled away from one another, causing Trent to sigh. "Hey," he said, leaning his cheek on their palm as he looked up at them from his seated place. Eyes caving in, unfocused and caught in a daze for the moment, Trent made it hard to differentiate between exhaustion and admiration towards another.
There was fun with what the two chose to do. Some singing and dancing (or whatever Trent was doing), where they would sing and he would voice the adlibs. It was atmosphere goofy and dramatic and quiet all at the same time. The way Y/N and Trent woke up with the sun was the same way they wanted to lay to rest—together and in rather happy spirits. Because at night, when day activities were completed or left for the following day, everything would eventually fall short from energy to attention span towards one another.
The day wore the two out but the night together let them settle into fatigue with ease. Where conversations kept going until they no longer could, voices becoming drowsy and low and narrow until they faded out into yawns and hollowed breaths. Where kisses were left unfinished and forgotten once they fell back into bed with one another, falling into a low tempo.
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blueaetherr · 3 years ago
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pairing: trent alexander-arnold x gn!reader [they/them]
warnings: none
summary: the one where the two prefer to stay in
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The sound of Die For You playing in the bedroom had Trent looking away from his phone. There was a curve to his lips and tilt to his look, one of admiration and contentment. There was Y/N. Having fun, dancing and singing to themself and maybe to Trent. So comfortably outward in a space reserved for the two. Half-dressed, very much relaxed and little thought on time. They were in a moment, one that you wouldn't want to leave, one that you would like to stay in forever and just never leave. It was a shame that he couldn't let that happen for now.
"Shouldn't you be ready by now?" He laughed when Y/N jumped at the sound of his voice. They were so lost in their inner world – their own entertainment – that they fell out of the one they shared with Trent. "We're supposed to be going soon." There was no rush to leave or anything. Maybe putting a time strain on them would prompt quick action.
It wasn't hard to understand what he meant with the pair's state almost amusing. While Trent was dressed and ready to leave for the evening, they were still stuck in undergarments and a dress shirt with a tie loosely around its collar. "Yeah about that..." Y/N turned down the music in the bedroom. They looped their fingers together. "Would you be surprised if I told you that I don't want to go out tonight?" Would it, too, be bad to say that they were hoping for time to be on their side; to simply slow down and turn back?
He got up from the bed. "I would be surprised if you were the one to suggest somewhere to go for once." Opening his arms he let Y/N fall into his embrace, laughing softly at their deep exhale into their shoulder. He let them find comfort in, well, him. Creating spaces for them to be comfortable with him, to feel comfortable with him was always important in the relationship. It was something that the two did quite often—finding comfort in one another. He pulled away and let his hands trail along their cheeks. "Tell me. What's up?"
They sighed. "I don't think I have the energy—"
Trent scoffed out a laugh. "With all that dancing you were just doing?"
"That's different," they rolled their eyes. Y/N couldn't explain 'cause that's just how it was. They let their arm fall to their side. "My social battery is right down, down here right now and... I don't know." Y/N knew that they were socially awkward. More inward than out, more closed off to one and maybe a selected other. It's not that they were uncomfortable around others. There was only so much social interaction one could happen until it was all so much. It was only until you're a working adult that you realise that a moment to oneself—or a secluded group—was so rare.
They watched as Trent removed his jacket. Going to speak they stopped as Trent approached them began to undo their tie. "Wait— What are you doing?"
"Let's ditch," he said as he removed the tie.
"Trent, I swear it's fine—"
They tried to stop him but he continued to help them undress. "Would it be a surprise if I told you that I don't want to go out too?" Given silence was followed with given laughter amongst the two. It was quite the comical situation. Trent sighed, one filled with relief. How long had he been keeping it in? "Besides, no one will notice that we aren't there."
"Andy will notice," they noted with an eye roll. Y/N believed the teammates had a loving friendship. Quite extensive sometimes, but loving for the most part.
"He'll see me tomorrow in training."
“That’ll probably feel like an eternity to him.”
And there everything was again, all coming back to life. The expression of true fun and enjoyment—the singing, the dancing, the musical serenading from Y/N. The expression of admiration and contentment from Trent for everything they did. The two, alone together, so comfortable and relaxed and domestic in a space that neither wanted to leave. They did what they could because, well, they could and they wanted to. Such energy couldn't be switched out for a night out with others.
"Is this what you wanted the whole time?" Y/N asked after the two changed out of their clothes; after the two had shared a meal and gossiped in the kitchen with a single light on; after the two had settled in front of the TV for the night. It was safe to say that it was way too late to make an appearance at the event.
Maybe the two were missing out on something. Being with friends, making brief memories with their faves—with each other—doing an activity that was outward and adventurous. That was all good and all though Trent just thought there was so much more to get from simply one night alone together.
Where they were both openly outward, where putting a strain on their personalities was unnecessary. Where they both could go apeshit (whatever that meant to them) and not feel the need to tone down, where Y/N didn't have to pretend to have fun just to please him or avoid judgement. All of that to Trent was an amazing memory to have, to create and have set in stone. There was no way he could ever turn that down. Was it, too, also bad that he maybe just wanted his partner to himself?
Trent and Y/N were plutos, and in their own rights. Quite small, just enough to be unseen; the two were there but unseen by others sometimes. A few faults, a bit of unsophistication. But that's what made the two so whole and fascinating and assured. A bit of balance in a relationship quite varied in every way one could think of.
"If anything has to do with you, I'll always be down for that."
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