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fashphotolife · 3 days ago

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--------- 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.

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[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.

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"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.

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fashphotolife · 3 days ago

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𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ... omar marmoush x reader

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wc: 1.8k

synopsis: in which you and your husband, omar, finally meet the little one that you have been expecting together.

contents: fluff, sfw, married, dad omar, mum reader, super soft vibes for the babyy, emotional

notes: request from @kixxkmzz this was so sweet to write i'm literally sobbing bc writing this resurrected my baby fever. i gotta lock innn 🥹🥹

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it had been nine months of waiting yet it felt as if no time had passed at all once it was finally three of you.

for omar, it wasn't enough to just be there and present in the flesh while you were with child.

he began observing his newfound duty. his lifelong role. a dad.

it meant doing all he could to provide the utmost comfort for you and the little life that had been growing within for all those weeks. your health and the little one's health meant more than anything.

it meant preparing his heart to give the love that it was absolutely overflowing with.

"soon enough, you're going to bring the greatest blessing of our lives into the world, habibti," he would say to you every night in a soft whisper, as you two cuddled before sleep, while his hand gently rested on your bump.

and that you did.

that morning when the sun shone bright as you delivered this little-yet-so-big blessing that you and omar had been anticipating and nurturing at the absolute best while still in the womb... you were overcome with emotion, knowing your life was now changed so beautifully by yet another life...

...the one you and omar created, at that.

the way omar's thumb gently rubbed your cheek as he leant in ever so close to you.

the way his other hand's fingers intertwined with yours as he offered it without second thought for you to squeeze with your own hand at any time you'd wince.

the way he spent all that time whispering to you the most important affirmations that he'd never want you to forget, for he means them from the bottom of his heart.

"you are so strong, my love."

"habibti, i've got you. you're so incredible."

"i know you can do this. deep breaths together, sweetheart."

all that grounding... his efforts to calm you amidst this concoction of physical pain and emotional strain...

...allowed you to exhale in time.

"ya allah." omar murmured, his voice breaking softly through his tears as he heard that tiny cry for the first time.

you could've sworn you felt those tears of his fall onto your own face for he kept his face so close to yours during this moment.

your nurse, who'd been an angel towards you throughout this whole thing, brought your firstborn to your chest gently, placing the child there with so much care.

you, yourself, had felt your eyes begin to well with tears. there was your baby.

"here she is~" your nurse said softly, with a knowing smile, for she knew this was how you and omar wanted to find out the gender.

that was all it took for omar to smile an even bigger smile against your skin, his breaths shaky alongside yours as he cried with you, as you two found out the gender of your firstborn in the most natural way.

no commodified, suspenseful event that could have been held at an earlier date, raising the question of pink or blue...

...just you and your husband, relishing in whatever answer it was going to be, at the one moment of insurmountable excitement and sentimentality.

"she." omar whispered. you looked through your eyes that were already squinted for you wept joyously, and there graced the most adorable smile across his face.

you didn't say anything. you knew you didn't have to say anything because this was bliss... it was as if all the pain and hardship you had to endure for these months were all worth it. because to you, they were.

you felt omar kiss your forehead, and then your lips, just as delicately as the backs of his fingers grazed your cheek repeatedly as he spoke softly;

"she's perfect."

you could swear both your heart and well as omar's had broke in the most positive, miraculous way possible for the fact that this was all really happening had hit you guys as new parents.

everyone member of your little family in that room was crying, and that was a beautiful thing.

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enough time had passed for you and omar to now find yourselves in that golden hour. the first quiet, beautiful moment you could share with your baby girl. afternoon sun was streaming through the sheer drapes of the room, and the sound of the three of you's breathing and occasional soft spoken words filled the room.

omar never left you and baby's side, nor did his eyes ever leave yours or hers. the gaze that his rich brown eyes held flitted between you and the precious child that lay asleep on your chest.

"habibti, look at our little angel..." omar said in a light tone, in complete awe.

"i'm looking, my love. she's sweeter than i could have ever imagined."

omar got up on the lightest of footsteps to shift the armchair he was sitting in even closer to you, careful not to make even a slight sound... his eyes widening even with each step he'd take, for he didn't want to wake the baby up.

he sat back down, sighing as he drank in the sight of you, his beloved wife, with his daughter who was nothing short of perfect, fast asleep on your chest in your arms.

omar's gaze softened as he brought out his hand in a slow, reverent motion towards the baby, giving a featherlight touch to her teeny little fingers.

you pouted. he was already the cutest dad ever.

"hi, my beautiful girl. it's me... baba." omar said in a hushed voice, taking in the baby's tiny little features... already trying to figure out which ones she inherited from who. the fact that he referred to himself as "dad" in arabic made your heart warm up even more intensely.

it wasn't long after a little pause... that omar quietly sniffled, both of you guys' tears falling freely now. all because of the lovely, innocent little baby girl you guys created together, that he was overjoyed to finally be meeting.

"y/n..." he started, as he tilted his head to look at you. "you did so perfect. you brought us such a little angel."

the emotions were too much to bear as you tried to add some lightheartedness to the situation, as you rolled your eyes with playful intent. "omaaarrr-"

"my love, it's the truth. i give you all the credit. all my praise..."

was it so that omar loved you so much... that you were given the greatest sense of security in his affirmations? his affirmations that let you know that you and all you've had to endure are worth more than gold... that let you know it's only you in his life he wants to create such treasure with.

you barely had to search omar's eyes and lovestruck demeanour to know what he really wanted to live out... what he'd been waiting to do ever since having found out he'd be a father.

"would you like to hold her, my love?"

you gently retracted your hands that were draped over the little child on your chest, and omar - stunned, but so enamoured, made the gentle move. ensuring to support her fragile neck, he slipped one of his large hands underneath, the other gently lifting the rest of her.

slowly, steadily, he brought his little daughter up to his chest, cradling her in the safe and secure embrace that emanated from his arms.

"welcome, my sweet girl... i see you're having a lovely nap~" he whispered to the baby, in a voice so soft that only you and him could hear.

"i promise to protect you forever. baba loves you."

he leant in closer... listening attentively to the little child's soft breaths. the first of many she would take throughout the course of her life, which omar is so excited to guide her through.

you giggled as you took in this moment that was a first for omar. he was terrified, but ultimately enchanted. he looked back up at you with the sweetest of smiles, admiring the way you glowed after bringing your little one into the world...

he watched as you brought our your hand slowly to touch your sleeping daughter's cheek with a single finger ever so softly, then looked back at her before he continued to speak.

"and that's your mama, angel. she's the bravest woman i know."

"awww, omar."

"and you're gonna grow up to be so brave and beautiful like her~"

the rest of the day was much like this. quiet and solemn, the only noise being you and your husband's whispers of love and the adorable coos of your newborn.

you took notice of the beauty in the littlest of things.

the way omar would count the baby's little fingers.

the way omar would whisper little lullabies in arabic, which soothed you just as well as it soothed the baby.

the way omar would stroke your hair and watch the scene before him, as you closed your eyes in peace as you allowed your baby to latch onto you and gently feed for the first time.

the way omar carefully settled into the bed so that you could share that first ever cuddle the three of you all at once, the baby nestled safely and cutely in between the two of you, supported in you guy's arms.

so many lovely little "firsts."

after just revelling in the beautiful silence, your hearing was graced with omar's luscious egyptian accent as he spoke;

"y/n... you know, i've never felt so vulnerable and strong at once...

...i feel so protective of this little girl that's only been here for a couple of hours...

...yet she owns my whole heart already."

you smiled, trying to fight the stinging of tears in your eyes once again. "you're so cute, babe. it's like she's stealing your heart more than i did."

"who knows, habibti~" omar lovingly joked, his eyes still glassy with emotion.

you laughed a soft laugh, as omar rested his forehead against yours, leaning in to kiss you tenderly.

"thank you for this miracle, y/n." he whispered, looking at you, then down at you guys' newborn daughter who slept soundly in your arms.

the commitment in his voice. in his eyes. in the outpour of his heart. in the way he vowed to persevere as a father, and help you through it all as a mother... it let you know something that no other revelation in the world could let you know.

this was just the beginning of something - no, someone, that you and omar promise to cherish...

...as long as the two of you live.

and he sealed that promise as he snuggled into you, also acknowledging his little one right there as you held her... holding onto her teensy hand.

"my girls. forever my reasons to live."

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