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[tch8mnis]

modric leaving and it feels like a part of me died

[tch8mnis]

girlll what about a part 2 of “Why?” I loved that🥺🩷

STOPP omg i really was gonna do a part 2 but nobody was sending me anything and no one was active so i was thinking people didn’t want it anymore 😭 but the fact that u sent this just made my whole day so i’ll definitely make a part 2 and post it soon maybe this weekend

i already have the idea in mind and everything. thank u so much for sending this 🫶🏽

[tch8mnis]

u totally missed my point lmao my point was i’m tired of liverpool fans constantly bringing jude into trent’s transfer when trent made that decision himself lol? and then the post making it seem like jude was a glory hunter for joining madrid when he wasn’t…

between trent and jude, what are they trying to form at rma? ex-culer but Im a glory hunter now club?

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https://www.tumblr.com/tch8mnis/782737563665432576/well-if-u-watched-fabs-video-u-can-see-that-jude

i hate how they try to use something that he said as a child as a gotcha moment 😭 at the end of the day he decided to play for real madrid and he was meant to play for them. also even if he wanted to play for them where for barcelona going to get the money for him 😭

literally like come on now 😭 it’s also very clear he still liked madrid when he was younger when there’s literally clips of him and jobe watching the games growing up lmaoo

like jude’s a real madrid player now and that didn’t stop him from scoring a brace against them in his first season now did it

[tch8mnis]

well if u watched fabs video u can see that jude didn’t really play a key role and trent’s signing and all jude did was express how much he enjoyed life in madrid to trent ☠️

trent is a grown man who can make decisions for himself. jude isn’t making decisions for him nor is he forcing trent to join madrid so my point stands on jude having nothing to do with the decision lol

between trent and jude, what are they trying to form at rma? ex-culer but Im a glory hunter now club?

[tch8mnis]

bc what the hell does jude have to do with trent’s move to real madrid? that’s why lmao

u guys always use this screenshot when in reality he was more of a messi fanboy than an actual culer pls 😭

between trent and jude, what are they trying to form at rma? ex-culer but Im a glory hunter now club?

[tch8mnis]

he did it my goat

judetrent saved me❤️‍🩹

[tch8mnis]

i really wish u guys would just stop mentioning jude lmao

between trent and jude, what are they trying to form at rma? ex-culer but Im a glory hunter now club?

[tch8mnis]

my heart will never recover from today’s match….

[tch8mnis]

HALA MADRID 🤍🤍🤍🤍

[tch8mnis]

this isn’t okay….he needs the surgery asap it’s not funny anymore

[tch8mnis]

CLEAN FACE NO BEARD WE ARE LOCKED IN

[tch8mnis]

♥️♥️♥️Thank you for your work❤️❤️❤️. We love a women with brains and heart. I admire that you and other black writers who go out of their way to give a stage and voice to the black women and girls 👩🏿👩🏾👧🏿👧🏾who feel they have to take back seat to “others”. Even though these are fictional stories it means the world to see ourselves in the characters being loved cherished and appreciated . I apologize deeply that you go through receiving hate/ racist messages on a daily basis for expressing yourself (amazing bodies of work that take time creativity and passion) and giving your fellow sisters🤎🤎🤎 light and making us feel wanted when the real world tears us to shreds for any and everything. Again THANK YOU FOR ALL YOU DO you are loved and deeply appreciated here. I look forward to more work.Thank you🧡🧡🧡. Thank you💚💚💚. Thank you💜💜💜. Love always 🥰🥰🥰

wow! this is so sweet thank you so much 🫶🏽

[tch8mnis]

my gosh this team SUCKS

[tch8mnis]

i smiled the whole time reading i love it 😭

--------- My tiny one shot below for you 🤍

'Calvin's or Nothing'

920 words | Trent Alexander-Arnold x Reader |

↳ When Trent gets offered a global Calvin Klein campaign, you don’t even hesitate—yes, yes, a thousand times yes. But when you’re standing in New York, staring up at a massive billboard of him in nothing but his boxers, the teasing reaches new heights. You’re obsessed, he’s embarrassed, and after some shameless begging, you convince him to pose in front of it. But Trent? He’s always one step ahead—because while the world gets him in Calvins, you’re the only one who gets him in nothing.

Other ForeverIsntEnough One Shots

[Apart of Fie's Trauma Dump Memorial. A swan song of works about the impending dearly departed.]

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You were leaning against the cool marble counter of your kitchen, scrolling absentmindedly on your phone when Trent sauntered in, his voice warm and teasing.

"Beautiful, so…” He clapped as if he was preparing for a team talk but your nose stayed buried. “I got offered a brand deal next month," he hummed, his tone laced with mischief.

"Yeah?" you asked, barely glancing up. Another endorsement, another promo video of him lacing up his boots—it wasn’t exactly breaking news.

"Yeah, but erm… need your opinion, baby." His voice dipped lower as he came up behind you, strong arms sliding around your waist, his chest pressing to your back. His scent—warm, clean, unmistakably him—wrapped around you just as effortlessly. You turned in his hold, resting your palms on his firm chest.

 "Why? Is it for a bad company? Because if so, you shouldn’t—" He cut you off with a low chuckle, his dimples flashing. 

"Nah, baby, nothing like that. It’s just… Calvin Klein is doing this ‘Calvins or Nothing’ shoot." Before he could even finish, you gasped, your grin growing greedy as your hands smoothed over his pecs, sliding up to curl around his neck.

"Yes!" Trent tilted his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. 

"Hold on, hear me out first—" He smirked.

"Nope, the answer is yes," you giggled, scratching your nails gently against his scalp, sending a shiver up his spine. 

"You’re sure? It’s global, baby… Me, half-naked, for everyone to see." His smirk was nothing short of wicked, knowing full well the effect he had on you. You bit your lip, feigning contemplation before tilting your head. 

"Hmm, well, you said it’s called ‘Calvins or Nothing’?" He hummed in agreement, his hands now wandering, fingertips grazing the small of your back. "See, that’s the thing," you purred, standing on your toes to ghost your lips over his. "They get you in Calvins… I get you in nothing." Trent let out a low groan, his grip tightening as his forehead dropped to yours. 

"Mmm, I like the sound of that." His smirk deepened.

—

"Oh my fucking god, stop!" you squealed, squeezing his bicep in excitement, practically bouncing on your feet. Across the street, towering over Manhattan, was Trent—sculpted, smoldering, and clad in nothing but his Calvin Kleins. The black-and-white image covered the entire side of a building, commanding attention like a masterpiece in a museum. Trent exhaled, shaking his head at you, but the amused smile tugging at his lips betrayed him. He squeezed your waist tighter, trying to ground you—maybe even himself.

"Alright, we saw it. All good? I don’t exactly want to be caught standing here, staring at myself like a dickhead," he murmured, his voice laced with secondhand embarrassment.

"Erm… no?" You blinked at him, feigning offense before flicking your gaze between him in real life and the six-story version of him towering above. "I want to look at you on a building!" you giggled, pure greed dripping from your voice as you leaned your head onto his shoulder, eyes shamelessly locked on the image. "You look so good, T," you purred, your fingers slipping under his jacket, curling into his sweater as you bit your lip. Then, suddenly, you let go of him, stepping back, and he frowned.

"You alright?" he asked, confused. 

"Go!" You gestured toward the street with a mischievous grin.

"Go where?" His brows furrowed. 

"T! Go stand in front of it—I want to take a picture of you!" You giggled, practically vibrating with excitement. Trent’s hearty laugh rang through the cold air, his dimples making a brief yet devastating appearance. 

"Are you mad? No shot, baby." He shook his head, flashing you that cheeky smile that told you he loved your antics, even as he denied you.

"Pleaseee," you whined, pouting up at him, eyes wide and pleading.

"Nah ,nah, nah baby. Not doing that.” His voice dropped, smooth as honey, as he grabbed your waist and pulled you into him instead. His grip was greedy, warm hands sliding over your coat, fingers digging in like he couldn’t stand even an inch of distance.

"Just one," you whispered, tipping your face up to his, pressing your nose to his in a way that made his breath hitch. That was it. That was always it. He could never say no to you.

"Just one," he grumbled, rolling his eyes, but his lips twitched in a smirk. "Not going over there, though. Right here, yeah?" You beamed, nodding instantly. 

"Perfect." And so you lifted your phone, snapping the photo of him standing in front of his own massive Calvin Klein ad—laughing, shaking his head at the whole thing but looking so effortlessly gorgeous in the winter glow of the city. You sighed dreamily, admiring the shot.  "Ugh, I could stare at this all day. Baby, you in Calvins is just—oof," you giggled, shaking your head, heat swirling in your eyes. Even bundled up in a winter jacket, he was the sexiest man you’d ever seen—and that billboard? It was just cruel. Trent chuckled, making his way back to you. 

"Yeah?" he mused, his voice rich with amusement, pride and something deeper, something darker. You hummed, nodding greedily. "And how about in nothing?" he whispered, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you flush against his chest. His lips ghosted over your ear, his voice a smooth, knowing tease. You exhaled a soft, giddy laugh, your fingers curling into his jacket as you hummed again. Because, Calvin Klein or not, nothing had always been your favorite.

⇨ Read other ForeverIsntEnough here!

[tch8mnis]

--------- My tiny one shot below for you 🤍

'Calvin's or Nothing'

920 words | Trent Alexander-Arnold x Reader |

↳ When Trent gets offered a global Calvin Klein campaign, you don’t even hesitate—yes, yes, a thousand times yes. But when you’re standing in New York, staring up at a massive billboard of him in nothing but his boxers, the teasing reaches new heights. You’re obsessed, he’s embarrassed, and after some shameless begging, you convince him to pose in front of it. But Trent? He’s always one step ahead—because while the world gets him in Calvins, you’re the only one who gets him in nothing.

Other ForeverIsntEnough One Shots

[Apart of Fie's Trauma Dump Memorial. A swan song of works about the impending dearly departed.]

---------

You were leaning against the cool marble counter of your kitchen, scrolling absentmindedly on your phone when Trent sauntered in, his voice warm and teasing.

"Beautiful, so…” He clapped as if he was preparing for a team talk but your nose stayed buried. “I got offered a brand deal next month," he hummed, his tone laced with mischief.

"Yeah?" you asked, barely glancing up. Another endorsement, another promo video of him lacing up his boots—it wasn’t exactly breaking news.

"Yeah, but erm… need your opinion, baby." His voice dipped lower as he came up behind you, strong arms sliding around your waist, his chest pressing to your back. His scent—warm, clean, unmistakably him—wrapped around you just as effortlessly. You turned in his hold, resting your palms on his firm chest.

 "Why? Is it for a bad company? Because if so, you shouldn’t—" He cut you off with a low chuckle, his dimples flashing. 

"Nah, baby, nothing like that. It’s just… Calvin Klein is doing this ‘Calvins or Nothing’ shoot." Before he could even finish, you gasped, your grin growing greedy as your hands smoothed over his pecs, sliding up to curl around his neck.

"Yes!" Trent tilted his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. 

"Hold on, hear me out first—" He smirked.

"Nope, the answer is yes," you giggled, scratching your nails gently against his scalp, sending a shiver up his spine. 

"You’re sure? It’s global, baby… Me, half-naked, for everyone to see." His smirk was nothing short of wicked, knowing full well the effect he had on you. You bit your lip, feigning contemplation before tilting your head. 

"Hmm, well, you said it’s called ‘Calvins or Nothing’?" He hummed in agreement, his hands now wandering, fingertips grazing the small of your back. "See, that’s the thing," you purred, standing on your toes to ghost your lips over his. "They get you in Calvins… I get you in nothing." Trent let out a low groan, his grip tightening as his forehead dropped to yours. 

"Mmm, I like the sound of that." His smirk deepened.

—

"Oh my fucking god, stop!" you squealed, squeezing his bicep in excitement, practically bouncing on your feet. Across the street, towering over Manhattan, was Trent—sculpted, smoldering, and clad in nothing but his Calvin Kleins. The black-and-white image covered the entire side of a building, commanding attention like a masterpiece in a museum. Trent exhaled, shaking his head at you, but the amused smile tugging at his lips betrayed him. He squeezed your waist tighter, trying to ground you—maybe even himself.

"Alright, we saw it. All good? I don’t exactly want to be caught standing here, staring at myself like a dickhead," he murmured, his voice laced with secondhand embarrassment.

"Erm… no?" You blinked at him, feigning offense before flicking your gaze between him in real life and the six-story version of him towering above. "I want to look at you on a building!" you giggled, pure greed dripping from your voice as you leaned your head onto his shoulder, eyes shamelessly locked on the image. "You look so good, T," you purred, your fingers slipping under his jacket, curling into his sweater as you bit your lip. Then, suddenly, you let go of him, stepping back, and he frowned.

"You alright?" he asked, confused. 

"Go!" You gestured toward the street with a mischievous grin.

"Go where?" His brows furrowed. 

"T! Go stand in front of it—I want to take a picture of you!" You giggled, practically vibrating with excitement. Trent’s hearty laugh rang through the cold air, his dimples making a brief yet devastating appearance. 

"Are you mad? No shot, baby." He shook his head, flashing you that cheeky smile that told you he loved your antics, even as he denied you.

"Pleaseee," you whined, pouting up at him, eyes wide and pleading.

"Nah ,nah, nah baby. Not doing that.” His voice dropped, smooth as honey, as he grabbed your waist and pulled you into him instead. His grip was greedy, warm hands sliding over your coat, fingers digging in like he couldn’t stand even an inch of distance.

"Just one," you whispered, tipping your face up to his, pressing your nose to his in a way that made his breath hitch. That was it. That was always it. He could never say no to you.

"Just one," he grumbled, rolling his eyes, but his lips twitched in a smirk. "Not going over there, though. Right here, yeah?" You beamed, nodding instantly. 

"Perfect." And so you lifted your phone, snapping the photo of him standing in front of his own massive Calvin Klein ad—laughing, shaking his head at the whole thing but looking so effortlessly gorgeous in the winter glow of the city. You sighed dreamily, admiring the shot.  "Ugh, I could stare at this all day. Baby, you in Calvins is just—oof," you giggled, shaking your head, heat swirling in your eyes. Even bundled up in a winter jacket, he was the sexiest man you’d ever seen—and that billboard? It was just cruel. Trent chuckled, making his way back to you. 

"Yeah?" he mused, his voice rich with amusement, pride and something deeper, something darker. You hummed, nodding greedily. "And how about in nothing?" he whispered, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you flush against his chest. His lips ghosted over your ear, his voice a smooth, knowing tease. You exhaled a soft, giddy laugh, your fingers curling into his jacket as you hummed again. Because, Calvin Klein or not, nothing had always been your favorite.

⇨ Read other ForeverIsntEnough here!

[tch8mnis]

i need a love story like Rapunzel and Flynn Rider