#Trent is the press why wasn’t he there

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Anyone else find it weird that Trent was not only not at the press conference but also listening in on Henry’s parent teacher conference???

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thinking about frat!peter leaving a conversation with someone or a group to take you upstairs because you looked at him with “fuck me” eyes

god i fucking LOVE frat!peter

You were Peter's girl. 

He’s made that clear, every party he has has his arm thrown around your neck. He’ll press his lips to your temple or cheek when you walk away for a moment and return. He talks to you during beer pong games, ignoring his teammate entirely. He always comes to find you when you’re supposed to arrive and he always, always kisses you hello. 

It was odd when you didn’t have him all over you when you walked in, even weirder when he wasn’t in the kitchen or garage. You texted him but was left on delivered, you wonder if he had made a run to the liquor store and forgot to tell you, you wouldn’t dare entertain the idea of him hooking up with another girl. 

No, you were his girl. He made it clear. 

Unless… 

You stomped up the staircase off from the kitchen, upstairs was mostly off limits during parties. The only exception being the first bathroom on the right of the stairs, Peter’s room was to the left off the side. Without even glancing at the line you took a sharp left and paused at his door. 

You took in a breath and pressed your ear against his door, you heard nothing but his standing fan running. Still not convinced you knocked lightly and pushed the door open, you blinked at the dark doom and flicked the lights on. His room was empty and his bed made, you grinned, at least he listened to one thing you told him. 

In defeat you shut the door and head back downstairs, you check your phone for a response and frown. Peter’s never ditched you at a party before, and it especially hurt because you hadn’t seen him in a week since he’s been so busy with school and the frat. 

“Have you seen Peter?” You tugged at the arm of a fraternity brother, he pulled a thinking face then nodded. “I think he was with Mallory, he said to let him know when you were here.” Your face screwed up, “who’s Mallory?” His friend smiled, “Trent’s friend! Parker’s been chattin’ ‘em up, they seem to be getting along pretty cool.” 

So much for being ‘his girl’.

“Oh. Well, if you see him let him know I went home.” 

His friend grabbed you when you turned to leave, “naw, don’t leave! Parker had specific instructions to let him know when you get here.” You scoff, “I don’t want to bother him and Mallory.” In an instant his friend slapped his forehead, you winced at the clap. 

“Aw shit, you think Mallory’s a chick. It’s Chuck Mallory, Trent’s friend from back home.” 

Oh. Well, that makes things better. But, still. Why isn’t he finding you himself? You were his girl!

“Where is he?” 

Jarred shoves you towards the living room with an elbow, “outside, I think Mallory got him to smoke some weed.” You oo and thank him before walking away, high Peter was your favorite. When Peter was drunk he was loose and lovey, when he was high he was giddy and cuddly. 

And cuddly Peter was exactly what you needed, you haven’t seen him in a whole week! You were itching to have him in your hold, let alone feel his lips on yours or have his body on yours in his bed. 

Your legs felt light when you reached the back patio, you saw him across the yard hovering near the jungle gym, a small playhouse and swings crawling with drunk friend groups. His arms covered in a white and black flannel, his right arm was across his chest as he scratched at his left shoulder, the hand dangled the neck of a beer bottle. 

You walk down the three steps and bumped shoulders with another guy, Adam, you share an astronomy class. “Hey!” His hands balance your shoulders, you wobble and hold on to his wrists, you laugh at the small adrenaline rush and smile, “hey!” 

“You’re walking how I felt after that test wednesday.” You laugh and put your weight on one hip, Adam’s hand dropped to grab his drink, the other fell to a casual hold on your elbow. There was no inkling of attraction, just a friendly gesture. 

“If you don’t feel confident I don’t have a chance.” 

“Nah, I wouldn’t sweat it. I’d put four bucks on the line you got higher than me.” 

You look over his face and hold out the hand he was grabbing, “I’ll take you up on that,” he grins and shakes your hand hard, “bet it is.” Adam looks to his side before holding tighter and pulling you in, “I’ve got a frat boy on my ten about to burn my head off.” You turn to look but Adam’s hand cups your face to keep you looking at him, “make him jealous, c’mon. It’ll be fun.” 

You grab his hand off your face and grin, “for you or for me?” Your classmate shrugs, “my date bailed, entertain me.” You rolled your eyes but brought him in for an exaggerated hug, “mine made me come find him, all because his friend brought some new, cooler than me, guy over.” 

When you pulled back you peeked a glance at Peter, his eyes narrowed in on the side of Adam’s face like you weren’t even there. He’s made it clear you were his girl and this guy doesn’t get it. You tapped your hand on Adam’s chest, “my guess is when I walk over there he’s going to make a big gesture of grabbing me and kissing me, making sure you watch.” 

The blonde steps away, “I’ll be watching, and waiting on my four bucks!” You turn with a gasp, your hand over your heart, “you said I’d win!” Adam waves you off, “that’s before it was a real bet!” 

You smirk and turn back around to your boy, his lips pulled into a neutral state. Peter’s pulled from the pack, standing on the outskirts facing you two perfectly, his eyes flash between the guy on the porch and you sauntering closer on the grass. 

You approach him with a wide smile and wrap your arms around him, his arms stay glued to his side, he’s trying to be upset but you hum and tilt him side to side. “Careful, if you don’t hug me back he may think I’m free game.” Immediately he tugs his arms from under you and presses you tight against him, his lips pressing tiny kisses to your head. “Who’s our new friend?” 

You snort and squeeze tight before stepping back, Peter wraps his arm around your neck. “Adam, we share astronomy.” 

Your boy drops a breath dramatically, “thank god it’s not chemistry.” You grip at his love handles and he pushes you away, “you’re lucky I even came to find you! Jarred told me all about you and Mallory.” The exaggeration of the name lets Peter know you thought it was a girl he tsks and shakes his head. 

“C’mon, trouble. You know you’re my girl.” 

“Do I?” The not so subtle quip made Peter give you a faulty smile, more and more you’ve been dropping hints that the lack of a label but the implication of one was bothering you. 

“I’d hope so, here. Trouble, meet Mallory, he’s staying with us for a few days. His dad is a web developer.” 

Suddenly you understood why he ditched you, his two most favorite things in one room. Nerding out and networking. 

Mallory, with shaggy brown hair and green eyes stretched out a hand. He shamelessly looked you up and down, a cocky smirk spread, “oh, hello, trouble.” 

Before you could respond Peter pulled your back into his chest and wrapped his arms around you, “oh no, this one’s my girl. My trouble, not yours.” You relaxed in his hold, his possessiveness made you feel jittery. 

“Easy up, Parker. I’ve got my eye on the blonde.” You followed his eyesight to the window, a group of blondes hovered. “Which one?” His smile made you happy to be in Peter’s arms, you snuggled in further with the answer. “Yes.” 

You blink submissively and plaster on a dumb smile, “it’s honestly so nice of you to have such an unspecified type. You’ll give anyone a shot, huh?” Peter gripped your hip but didn’t say anything, his new friend had an amused grin, he wasn’t used to a girl challenging him. 

“Some of the girls I’ve fucked could be concidered charity work, maybe I could collect one more?” 

Trent shoved on Mallory’s chest, “cool it, prick. Parker’s girl is good to have around, apologize.” 

You could feel how stiff Peter’s chest was at his comment, the boy apologized and you nodded but Peter still felt seized up, until Mallory broke the silence. 

“Yo, Parker. Did I tell you about the internship program?” And you could feel Peter’s indecisiveness, he wanted to bark back at him but he also could use an internship, you pulled away from him and nodded at the shaggy hair. 

“Pete, you were just talking about that like, two weeks ago.” 

And the conversation flowed, the group talked back and forth and even with the jab, Mallory included you in the conversation and you could see the charismatic side of him, as much as you didn’t want to. After twenty minutes the group walked to an empty picnic table, Mallory sat on the top of the table, pausing mid conversation to lick his wrapped blunt, pressing the seal. 

Ethan, Chris and Trent sat on the left side of the table, you, Peter and Dylan sat on the right. Dylan was also perched on the top of the table, his feet on the bench. Peter sat with his back to the table, his neck turned to the left to look at his new friend, your right shoulder rested on the side of the table, your legs thrown over Peter’s lap as he ran his hands up and down your shins. You rested your head on your fist, your elbow on the table as well. 

You stared at Peter’s face as he made conversation in the group and laughed, you weren’t paying much attention but felt your heart lurch at every grin he casted and you laughed when he did. 

Peter felt eyes burning a hole through him, he looked at you and grinned. ‘What?’ he mouthed, ‘nothing,’ you replied. He gave you a look that said ‘you’re being weird,’ you leaned in closer and tapped his cheek. As if you’d have to ask, he met you and pressed his bottom lip against your top, his hand holding onto your knee. You smiled against his lips, then pressed another kiss, “I missed you,” Peter hums, “missed you too.” 

“Oi! You helped Trent cheat?” You shook your head when you pulled from Peter, Mallory smacked against your arm. Peter looked at you surprised, “no! Don’t- Don’t say it like that!” You looked around and hissed, “I just helped him understand a few questions better. During a test. For a final. By passing notes. But absolutely no cheating!” 

“Trouble, what?” You grinned back at your boy nervously and looked at Trent as if you’ve been betrayed. Peter patted the side of your thigh, you ignored his call and Trent grinned with his hands up, “you won cool points forever, sorry babe.” 

You groan and point around the table, “that never happened, okay!” 

Mallory lit the blunt and passed it down the line, Ethan laughed at the quick silence. “If you guys think that’s funny I should tell you about the time she helped Parker study for an anatomy quiz.” 

“Peter!” You gesture to his friend at the far side of the table, the others getting a laugh at your reaction. You sputter and shove at his arm, you can’t help but smile yourself. Peter jolts when you attack his side, you’re letting his friends see his ‘boyfriend side’, the one that giggles when you tickle him and leans into your touch, breathless and smiley when you end the attack. 

“Stop making fun of my girl, she takes it out on me!” You prove his point and tickle his side again, he pulls your hips and throws you to straddle him. You can’t help but yelp at the sudden movement, you oof when you slam against his hips, his hands bolt your own down on your thighs. 

If you could’ve clenched your thighs you would’ve, you forgot how quick he could throw you around. It’s been the longest week of your life since you met him. Dylan whistles and his gang claps, you roll your eyes, “Parker just earned top dog of the week!” 

Dylan noogies Peter’s hat, you smack his hand away and place a protective hand, “leave my baby alone.” Ethan holds his hand across the table, “tell your baby to take a hit,” you extend your own, Peter takes the time to wrap his arm around your back, you return with a smile, you raise the blunt to his mouth, “take a hit.” 

You watch Peter lean his head forward and take a hit, your look down and your warm smile melted into one of admiration. The lit end engulfed in red and orange, a single stream of smoke raised, his eyebrows furrowed as he took a longer hit, his eyes flashed up and saw the ardor in your eyes. 

His fingers pushed into your thigh and you pulled away, you watched him blow out the smoke slowly while you took your own inhale, your only thoughts on Peter, no interest in the other conversations. You held the tobacco back up and bit your lip when his fingers brushed yours for another toke, “you’re looking at me funny,” he spoke between his inhale, you took the hat off his head, his head tilted at first, pausing to stop you but letting you do it when you flashed a frown. 

You set the cap on the bench next to you, your fingers immediately fixing his curls and adjusting his hat hair. “You’re smokin’ babe.” You shook out his curls, you curled your fingers into them, his lips shot up to kiss your wrist, “thanks, honey.” 

Your heart clenched, more and more he’s like your boyfriend. He’s laying it on thick tonight, you press a kiss to his lips, neither one of you a fan of heavy pda, him more than you, especially in front of his brothers. Peter holds the blunt behind your back and tugs you closer, he breaks away and his glazed eyes peered at your lips and to your eyes, “I love…” You listen closer and tug his shirt, he stops himself, “I love kissing you,” 

You press a soft kiss to his cheek, your lips graze to his ear, “that all?” You looked back at his face but he cleared his throat and looked behind you to hand the blunt off to Dylan. You’re teasing, that’s all. You poke at his cheeks, “don’t get all freaked out, I’m kidding, petey.” 

You humph when his hand covers your mouth, his eyes shoot to his friends. He’s in the clear, no one heard. If any one of his friends heard the pet name they’d bully him to death, simp him to shame. He’d never ever hear the end of it. 

Peter’s eyes burrowed into yours, “absolutely not.” 

“Petey.” You mumbled it into his hand, he pressed against your mouth harder. He gave you a death stare, you giggled and pulled at his wrist, he gave you a warning glance but let it fall away. 

You took a deep breath and leaned to whisper in his ear, your hands cupped around your mouth. “petey, petey, petey.” His fingers dig into your sides, as you curl into him he pushes your hips away. 

“You’re being a menace tonight, trouble.” 

You wheezed against him and pushed his hand away, “I’m sorry!” 

And the moment you looked back up at him he understood, you had a look on your face only he was lucky enough to see. It was the same look you gave him when he was pushing into you, as you dug your nails into his shoulder blades and cried out his name. The same look when you lay breathless, your fingers tangled in his hair pulling as tight as you could grinding your hips against his face. 

“I just missed you this week,” you whispered the words and fixed his collar, he missed you too. 

Peter grabbed your fingers and kissed them, “okay, then go pee, baby.” He spoke loudly and laughed, catching the attention of his friends but they continued with the conversation. You furrowed your brow, you went to speak but he continued, “okay, then let’s go.” He patted your thighs and you scrambled to get off them, he stood up and grabbed your hand to tug you up. 

Peter gave a salute to his friend group, “be right back,” you nodded and followed his path inside. Your boy tugged you up the stairs and to his room, his hat was tossed to his dresser and he ripped his flannel off. 

You smiled when you realized what he did, you told him you hated how his friends jeered him on when it was assumed you were about to have sex. It makes you feel icky. You give him a sudden hug, he stills but wraps his own arm around you. 

“You okay?” 

“You did that for me?” 

Peter kisses the top of your head, “you give me the look, I make the excuse.” 

Then smacks your backside, “now get naked, if we take longer than thirty minutes they’ll ask questions.” 

You pull your shirt off and flop on the center of his bed, “yes, sir.” 

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Brotherhood - A βΓΦ Story

This story was made with the approval of the absolutely fantastic @johnbrand and takes place in the universe he created in Catch (βΓΦ), which I totally recommend everyone read before diving into this one. Not just to make this one easier to read, but because he’s a really damn good writer!

“I could chill here all day doing this with you,” said the skinny eighteen-year-old with light brown hair, rocking a navy blue polo tucked into perfectly pressed khaki shorts while he kissed a shirtless ginger wearing nothing but sweatpants.

“Gavin, this is the first sign of acknowledgment your brother has shown in over two months since you’ve been at the same college as him. You gotta go.”

“Then come with me, Pat! It'll be way easier to face Trenton with you by my side!”

“Hell no, I’m not getting myself stuck at one of those frat parties voluntarily!”

“And you still wanna drag me along!”

“Babe, I was just kidding! If necessary, I’ll go over there, but I think it should be a moment just for you and your brother!”

“Fine! But don’t think I’ll be hanging around for long!”

…..

“What a damn party, Mr. President!” praised the handsome dude close to twenty, with light brown hair and a muscular build, rocking a light blue shirt and summer shorts.

“Thanks, bro, but I gotta say I’m bummed my special guest hasn’t shown up yet,” replied the slightly older blonde dude, just as jacked, wearing a white shirt and pristine white shorts.

“Special guest? Looks like everyone’s here…”

“Oh, but this is a super special guest, Trent. Someone I think should’ve been introduced to our fraternity a long time ago, but, you know, my own recruitment chairman hasn’t brought him to me.”

“I’m your recruitment chairman. What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about your brother, of course! Why the hell didn’t you bring him to us?”

“I… I… it’s because… how do you know about Gavin?”

“That doesn’t answer my question, Trenton.” said the blonde guy. “Did you really think you could hide this from me? Although the real question is, why?”

“Prez… you gotta understand Gavin isn’t like us… he’s not fraternity material…”

“Trent, he’s your brother, he’s got the same potential as you.”

“Sorry to disagree, but no. I’m the odd one in my family, my dad and my brother… dude, you’ll see. But honestly, you look way more like my brother than he does, Chance.”

“Thanks, bro, makes me wanna almost forgive you for keeping stuff from me. And I forget you’re still out of the loop on everything…”

“Out of the loop on what?”

“You’ll find out soon… oh look who’s coming! I knew someone who is your brother would have some guts.” Chance grinned, pointing to the young guy approaching. Gavin looked pretty uncomfortable but walked into their territory with his head held high and a defiant look. “Why don’t you go greet him, bro?”

“Alright, but honestly, I don’t see this conversation going anywhere.” Trent replied, a bit annoyed, as he walked toward his brother. “What the hell are you doing here, Gavin?”

“Good morning to you too, brother. And you’re the one who sent me that message on Instagram inviting me to come, like you didn’t have my cell number.”

“You dumbass, it was one of the guys from my fraternity who sent that. If I wanted to talk to you, you’d know it.”

“I guess that makes sense since you’ve barely talked to me since we got in the car at Dad’s house. Is this because of Patrick?”

“Dude, I’m not talking about your boyfriend in the middle of my frat party. We’ve established that I didn’t invite you here, so why don’t you just bounce?”

“Why would one of your bros call me here?” Gavin asked, making a quote gesture with his hand.

“I don’t know, maybe to pull a prank on me, make me look like an idiot with a brother like you… just go away, Gavin.”

“And what if I don’t wanna?”

“What…?”

“Well, I was invited, wasn’t I? So maybe I wanna stick around and see what my big bro finds so damn interesting about this place!”

“You can’t be serious, you little shit, I…” Trent didn’t finish his sentence before being interrupted by one of his bros.

“Hey, Trent, dude!”

“What’s up, Bear???”

“I need your help here, Beer Pong competition with two hot chicks.”

“Just a sec, bro.” he replied before turning angrily to his younger brother. “Do whatever you want, but if you make me look bad, I’ll mess you up, and Dad isn’t here to protect you, you crybaby.” He concluded as he walked away.

“I can’t believe I had to go through that.” Gavin thought, retracing his steps, only to be blindsided when two of Trent’s huge bros sprinted past him in some kind of dumb game, spilling a ridiculous amount of beer all over him.

“Sorry, little bro… my bad!”

“Rip and Skip, you big idiots, the kid is soaked! Sorry, man, these two are just brainless. I’m Chance, president of the frat, and you’re Gavin, Trent’s little bro. Nice to meet you, Gav.”

“I’d prefer if you called me Gavin.”

“Negative, you’re my brother’s brother, so we’re family, and in family, everyone needs a nickname. Chance isn’t actually my name, though sometimes I forget that. But no one, not even my dad, calls me Conrad. So you’re Gav, come with me, little bro, let’s get you cleaned up and into some fresh clothes.”

“Thanks for the kindness, Conrad… Chance…” Gavin quickly corrected himself, seeing a dangerous glint in the much bigger guy’s eyes. “But I was about to leave, I’ll clean up in my dorm.”

“Negative again, Gav. You just got here, and I’m not letting you leave without getting to know a bit about the fraternity, and what kind of host would I be if I let two morons mess you up and then just leave without cleaning up the mess? Come with me.” Chance said, walking toward the big house. Not wanting to be rude, Gavin followed him.

“So… you were the one who sent me the invite through my brother’s Instagram?”

“Guilty, but it was with good intentions. You’re not a legacy since you’re not the son of a brother, but we don’t usually let brothers of brothers pass by unnoticed.”

“You… want me… want me in your fraternity?” Gavin asked, shocked.

“Why the surprise? Your brother is one of my chairmen; it’s natural to think about having you here with us.” Chance replied, leading Gavin to a room that looked like it had been hit by an explosion. There were clothes scattered all over the place, books and study materials in the corners, along with empty beer bottles and energy drink cans.

“Dude, what a pigsty, but your brother isn’t the most organized bro in the world. Though he makes up for it with charisma.”

“This is Trenton’s room?”

“Yep, normally he’d be sharing with another brother, but our selection process this year isn’t over yet. Here’s your chance to reconnect.”

“I… he’s made it pretty clear he doesn’t want any kind of relationship with me. I don’t think forcing myself into his life is gonna change anything.”

“Sit down and dry off.” Chance said, offering a towel that Gavin could’ve sworn hadn’t been washed recently. Still, not wanting to be rude, he took it from the other man’s outstretched hand and started to wipe himself down, feeling the musk of his brother spreading over his body as his dick started to harden. “Ugh, gross, what kind of reaction is that from smelling my brother’s body?” he thought, letting the towel drop as a wave of numbness washed over him, leaving him frozen.

“Finally,” Chance exclaimed cheerfully. “You’re in for one hell of a trip, little bro! But you and I are gonna enjoy every second of it!” He said, getting closer to Gavin’s frozen body and putting his own shades on the kid’s face. “I love this part, but something in the pledges’ eyes bothers me, so it’s better this way.”

“You must be wondering what the hell is going on, right, Gav? So, we’ve got little time for me to explain because soon you won’t even remember this little chat. So let’s start with the reasons. The most obvious one is I can’t let a nerdy little queer run around and tarnish my fraternity’s name just because he’s the brother of one of my chairmen. The second is that this woke culture, feminists, wimps, and communists have been trying to undermine the secular structures of our institutions for years, so we found a way to ensure our continuity. Ahhh, it’s starting, nice calves, little bro! They really remind me of mine… hehehehe.

Anyway, what this bunch of wimps forget is that our main goal has always been to create the right kind of men for society, proactive men, capable of making tough decisions and shaping our country. They look from the outside and think a fraternity is just parties and fun, but it’s from fraternities that the great politicians, military leaders, and businessmen of our beloved nation have come, men that even their patriotism the snowflakes dare to criticize. Just like your brother, when I met Trent last year, he was worse than you; he and Bear, who at the time insisted on being called Bernard, they were organizing some annoying protest against the toxic masculinity culture of fraternities, but it only took one touch from me on a prepped pen and boom, two new brothers ready to mess with that bunch of losers who, without their two leaders, scattered quickly. Wow, this core is looking way better, little bro, I’m thinking about where we’re gonna place you. Maybe on the Lacrosse team with your big bro.

Ah, Trent, the brother I never had, about to become my VP, and suddenly I find out he’s hiding a younger brother from me. You might not see the implications of this, little bro, especially now with billions of nanobots running through your body and adjusting it to my parameters, a younger brother to keep my legacy alive, which should’ve happened the moment you stepped foot in this college or any other with a Beta Gamma Phi chapter, but Trent hid you from us. What led the people above me to two conclusions: either the shame of having someone like you as a brother led him to this, especially since he hasn’t been initiated into all the mysteries and rituals of our fraternity, or my DNA and my traits didn’t total overdrive what he was before, which could be concerning. Either way, the solution to both problems is the same: you, or better yet, what you’re becoming. If there are no more faggy meek little brothers, there’ll be no reason for shame and there won’t be any residual memory of an old life that doesn’t matter anymore. And we’re almost there! Damn, little bro, you ended up bigger than I expected, I think you’re gonna crush me on the football team, and that’ll be a real kick in the ass for Trent, who I get to spend more time with you than he does, little bro, a small punishment for hiding you from me!” Chance finished with a nearly psychotic grin.

Gavin, for his part, didn’t stand a chance. As the torrent of technology invaded every cell of his body, conforming his DNA to Chance's primordial traits with just a few tiny differences to distinguish the two, his muscles expanded and reshaped, taking on aesthetic proportions that no eighteen-year-old could reach without serious dedication and effort or… the perfect genetics for that. At the same time, his mind was flooded with a whirlwind of new memories that quickly erased the old ones. Afternoons spent reading Zamyatin’s works became afternoons in the gym focusing on achieving the aesthetic physique of Zyzz; the knowledge that he got into college on a scholarship for his grades turned into the knowledge that it was all due to the athletic feats he accomplished. The interest in studying to become a lawyer focused on environmental causes faded into a vague, distant thought of working in finance or something that would make him easy money when college was over. The fights and arguments with his older brother, with their dad needing to intervene, transformed into moments of partying and camaraderie, with the two uniting against their much smaller and frailer progenitor. Finally, the tender, passionate kisses shared with his high school boyfriend who came to college with him turned into an endless list of young women deflowered and discarded and an annoying roommate he couldn’t wait to get rid of. When his body hit its peak and his mind was completely rewritten, he came in his own underwear, and a smile spread across his face. A smile reflected in the face of the biggest idol he had on campus, he could love his brother, but he wanted to be just like Chance, which ironically he was, though he’d never know it.

“Flex for me!” was Chance’s last command before Gavin’s reboot was complete.

“Daydreaming, little bro? Your brother sent me to check on you; dude, this room is a pigsty. When you’re officially living here, I expect a bit more organization.”

“What’s up, Chance, you sound like my dad!” replied the muscular guy, relaxing his flexed muscles and grinning, before taking the red cup the older man offered him.

“Someone’s gotta be responsible around here, and if it’s not the president, I wonder who it will be. Something I’m gonna need to remind your brother and you too if you ever wanna be in my position. Now go take a shower and throw on some decent clothes, the party’s been going on for a while, and all the other pledges are already there. Just because you’re the brother of a chairman doesn’t mean you get any privileges, or more privileges, since apparently your brother’s so in the loop he’s letting you crash here.”

“If you had my roommate, you’d get why I’m running away to here.”

“Don’t worry, soon that’ll be sorted out. Now hurry up and get ready, you stink.”

….

“So, did you put a little fear of God into the kid? I swear he’s a damn insubordinate little shit, but it seems like he listens to you.”

“Well, every good wolf knows to obey the alpha of the pack.”

“Fuck off, Chance, everyone in this damn place is an alpha.”

“But some are more alpha than others, little bro! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I promised a game to Kip and Skip. Good luck with our little bro, but between us, by tomorrow night he’ll be in for sure!”

“Of course, he might be a cocky little shit, but he’s my cocky little shit of a brother, he was born to be here.”

“True! Why don’t you guys join us? From what I saw in his school videos, he’s got a good throwing arm, even though he’s here for the rowing team, I think he could be a solid backup for me in intramurals.”

“Imagine the arrogance if he becomes the QB of the frat team…” Trent muttered to himself while watching the president wander off.

“Well, it’s a family trait.” Gav replied, approaching his brother. “So what’s up, big bro?”

“So, the Prez had a chat with you?”

“Man, Chance is so cool!”

“He let you suck his dick, huh? You’re looking way too happy…”

“Ew, dude, don’t hit me with that fairy stuff!”

“Well, the way you talk about him, it sounds like you’re dying for him to get in your pants!”

“Is it just me or is my big bro getting jealous?”

“Ha, as if you’d want that.”

“Shit, speaking of fags… what’s he doing here?” Gav commented to his brother, spotting a skinny redhead approaching.

“Who’s the dweeb?”

“He’s the reason I’m crashing in your room every night. He’s my fag roommate. I’m pretty sure he stares at me while I sleep, that creepy fairy. I’ll kick him outta here!” Gav said, getting ready to boot the other guy, but was stopped by the frat president’s voice.

“Catch!” he shouted, tossing a football in the kid’s direction, which he surprisingly caught before being swarmed by a crowd of frat bros and hot chicks congratulating him for the catch. When everyone pulled away, it revealed a strong redhead wearing a green shirt stepping up to the two.

“Not bad for a wrestling team member, huh?” he said, oozing arrogance.

“Hey, Rick. You certainly took your sweet time getting here.”

“As if I didn’t know you were sleeping until just now in Trent’s room. By the way, thanks for letting Gav crash there tonight, Trent, I’ve been wanting to hook up with that hot Tri Delta girl for weeks.”

“No problem, little bro. Now toss the ball over here, and let’s show all these hotties what the βΓΦ bros are made of.”

…..

“And how many times did you need to pull that tactic? Anyone I know?” asked the new VP of the fraternity as he prepared to take over his position in the first meeting of the semester after the new members joined, glancing at his brother and his best friend giving him a thumbs up.

“A few, unfortunately. There’s all sorts of problems and unwanted people we gotta deal with to keep the frat running smoothly, and nothing better than solving those problems by signing them to our hall of facilitators, but no, no one you know, bro. I’m super proud to have you as VP, Trent. Especially knowing Gav is gonna follow in your footsteps. You two and Rick are more than just the little bros life gave me; I consider you guys part of me, bro!”

“I didn’t know you were such a softy and sentimental, bro!” Trent replied with a mischievous grin.

“Shut up, you ashoole. I’m sure one day you’ll understand what I’m talking about. Once a βΓΦ always a βΓΦ!” he shouted to the gathered members before officially starting the chapter meeting. Being answered in unison by everyone present.

“Once a βΓΦ , always a βΓΦ.”

[pdriesta]

CHAPTER TWO

“even when it’s bad, i love you”

pairing — trentxblack!girl

genre — angst, angst and more angst

word count — 8k

summary — y/n and trent's once strong relationship is strained by his growing distance and her unexpected pregnancy. as they clash over their future, y/n faces the painful choice of leaving or staying. will they overcome their struggles and rebuild their love, or will their fractured bond break beyond repair?

an — this is actually the saddest thing i've ever written 😭 let me know your thoughts!

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the week following their fight had dragged on painfully, the weight of their last argument hanging heavily over y/n’s every moment. the once lively house had turned cold, empty in a way that felt unbearable. her days were slow, marked by nausea and exhaustion that compounded her emotional turmoil. trent’s calls came daily, but each time her phone buzzed, she couldn’t bring herself to answer. the sound of his voice would be too much, too raw. she couldn’t face him, not after the things he’d said.

her body ached with fatigue, the pregnancy symptoms adding to the emotional toll. mornings were spent hugging the toilet, afternoons lying in bed, the familiar weight of loneliness pressing against her chest. she couldn’t shake the image of trent’s face during their fight, the words he had thrown at her still ringing in her ears. she had never felt so far from him, so distant from the man she loved.

today, the phone buzzed again. trent’s name flashed on the screen, and for the first time in days, she hesitated. her heart raced as she picked up the phone, pressing it to her ear with shaky hands.

"y/n?" his voice was soft, hesitant, like he feared she might hang up before he could finish. "i’ve been trying to reach you... i—i just need to know how you’re feeling. how, uh... how’s—"

his voice faltered, and she knew he was trying to avoid saying it. her chest tightened, the anger bubbling up inside her. “go ahead,” she snapped, cutting him off. “say it. it's a baby, trent. you can say it.”

there was a pause on the other end, a heavy silence before he finally spoke again, his voice low and strained. “i know... i’m sorry. i just—how far along are you?”

her voice was clipped, raw, when she finally spoke. "i’m eight weeks."

trent inhaled sharply, and she could almost hear the gears turning in his head, the pause stretching out as he processed her words. when he finally spoke, his voice wavered, caught somewhere between disbelief and realization. "eight weeks... that’s... that’s the same weekend i proposed, isn’t it? when we were on vacation..."

before he could finish, y/n cut him off, her voice sharp, a bitter edge to her tone. "yeah, you proposed and then got me pregnant with a baby you’re not even interested in keeping, right?"

trent’s breath caught, and she could hear the shock in his silence. he wasn’t ready for the anger, the bitterness in her tone. “y/n, i didn’t... i didn’t mean for it to come out like that. i’m sorry, i’ve been trying to figure out how to talk to you.”

her eyes stung with unshed tears, the hurt threatening to spill over. “why so you can tell how i’m not ready again? it’s not just about talking, trent,” she said, her voice trembling. “you made me feel like our child—like i—was a mistake. you talked about options like you didn’t care. you acted like this baby wasn’t even real.”

“no, that’s not true,” trent interjected, his voice breaking with urgency. “i was overwhelmed, and i said things i didn’t mean. i’m sorry. i’m so, so sorry. i want this, y/n. i want you. i want our baby. i know i messed up, but please, let me make this right.”

y/n’s heart twisted, the pain too raw, too fresh. “you can’t just take back what you said,” she snapped, her voice rising. “you can’t just say you want this now and expect everything to be okay. you made me feel like our child and i were something you could discard.”

trent’s voice cracked with emotion, and y/n could hear the strain in his words. “i know, and i hate myself for saying it. i hate that i made you feel like that. i wasn’t thinking straight, but i want to make it better. i want to be there for you and our baby. just tell me what i can do. please, y/n.”

the desperation in his voice cut through her anger, but it didn’t dull the hurt. “you can’t just fix this with an apology,” she said quietly, her voice thick with emotion. “i don’t know if i can trust you anymore. you wanted to end this, trent. how am i supposed to believe that you’ve changed you’re mind overnight?”

“i have changed my mind,” trent’s voice broke with the weight of his words. “i’ve been thinking about nothing else since that day. i’m begging you, y/n, please come back. come home. let me show you that i mean it, that i want to be there for you and for our child.”

y/n shook her head, tears spilling down her cheeks. “it’s not that easy. you made me feel like a burden, like something you regretted. how am i supposed to just... forget that?”

trent’s breath hitched, his voice heavy with guilt. “i know i can’t take back what i said, but i can show you that i’m committed to you. to us. i’m scared too, but i want this, y/n. i want us.”

her heart wavered, the defenses she had built up over the past week beginning to crack. “i don’t know if i can believe you,” she whispered, her voice fragile. “i’m so scared, trent. i’m scared of losing you, and i’m scared of what this means for us.”

“you’re not going to lose me,” trent’s voice was firm, despite the emotion choking him. “i’m here, y/n. i’m not going anywhere. i want to be a father. i want to be the man you need me to be. please, come home. we’ll figure this out together.”

her heart twisted painfully at his words, the weight of her emotions pressing down on her. she wanted to believe him, wanted to feel the security she once had in their relationship, but the scars from their fight were still fresh.

“you really hurt me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “i don’t know how to move past that.”

trent’s voice was quiet but filled with determination. “i know. and i’m going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. but i can’t do it if you’re not here with me. please, y/n, come home.”

her breath hitched, the emotion too much to hold back any longer. “i don’t know,” she said, her voice breaking. “i don’t know if i can.”

the line went quiet for a moment, the weight of their words hanging between them. finally, trent spoke, his voice soft, vulnerable. “i need you. i need our baby. please, don’t let this be the end.”

y/n pressed her hand against her belly, feeling the flutter of life growing inside her. the love she had for trent was still there, buried beneath the hurt, but it wasn’t enough to erase the pain. still, the thought of a future without him was unbearable.

“i’ll think about it,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “but i can’t promise anything.”

trent’s sigh of relief was audible, the weight of the conversation lifting, if only slightly. “that’s all i ask,” he said softly. “i’ll wait as long as it takes. i love you, y/n.”

with a shuddering breath, y/n ended the call. her body shook with sobs, the weight of everything overwhelming her. she looked down at her growing belly, a mixture of hope and fear swirling within her. the future was uncertain, but for now, she needed to heal, to find her way back to herself before she could decide what the next step would be.

the sky had darkened by the time trent arrived at y/n’s london home, heavy clouds gathering overhead like the tension that had been building between them for months. he stood at the door, shoulders hunched, his heart pounding against his ribcage as he rang the bell. the weight of what he was about to face made him feel sick.

y/n’s mother opened the door, her eyes filled with a somber understanding. “trent,” she greeted softly, stepping aside. “i am glad you came she needs you. she’s in the backyard. but listen, y/n’s been... different. her hormones are making things harder that expected. just be patient with her, okay?”

he nodded, the shame weighing heavily on his chest, every step toward the backyard feeling like walking deeper into the mess he'd made. his eyes found her sitting there, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, her shoulders slumped as their dog rested by her side. she hadn’t noticed him yet, and for a moment, he stood still, letting himself absorb the sight of her—really absorb it. two weeks without her had felt like a lifetime. she looked tired, worn in a way that hurt him more than he could say. her presence was so deeply ingrained in his life that without her, it was like trying to breathe with half his heart missing.

when she finally glanced up, her expression hit him harder than any of their fights. her eyes, once so warm and welcoming, held a cold distance, something he’d never seen from her. she stood slowly, brushing off her pants, the movement stiff, like the weight of everything between them was too much to bear. 

"you came," she muttered, her voice sharp and cutting through the silence. there was a bite to her words that stung him more than he’d expected.

trent swallowed, his throat tight as he took a step closer, though everything about her screamed that she wasn’t ready to let him in. her face was softer than he'd imagined, yet hardened by the lines of exhaustion and hurt. the sight of her, standing there, made the void in his chest ache even more. “i needed to talk to you. y/n, i—i’m so sorry.”

he couldn’t stop staring at her, couldn’t stop noticing how every detail of her had been seared into his life. the way her hair fell, the way she stood, even the way she avoided his gaze—it all felt like home, a home he wasn’t sure he deserved anymore.

her eyes narrowed, bitterness creeping into her tone. “sorry?” she echoed, her voice tight. “do you think that’s enough? after everything, ‘sorry’ is supposed to fix this?”

“no,” trent said quickly, his voice cracking. “i know it’s not enough. i’ve been... i’ve been distant, i know that. but i love you, y/n. you know that.”

her eyes blazed, and she took a step closer. “no,” she said, her voice firm, trembling with emotion. “i don’t know, trent. i don’t know if you love me. because if you did, you would’ve noticed that we’ve been falling apart.”

his heart clenched painfully. “i noticed,” he murmured. “of course i did. i just... i didn’t know how to fix it.”

“you didn’t even try,” she shot back, her voice rising. “the romance stopped, the touches stopped. we haven’t even been together, not really—not intimately, not emotionally. you come home, and it’s like i don’t even exist. weeks, trent. i waited weeks for you to let me in, to tell me what was going on. and you didn’t.”

he couldn’t meet her gaze, guilt clawing at him. “i know, y/n, i know. i’ve failed you. i’ve been so wrapped up in my own head, in everything, that i shut you out. but i want to change. i need to change.”

“you don’t get it,” she said, her voice breaking, eyes brimming with unshed tears. “i’ve felt like a stranger in my own home, trent. you stopped seeing me. and now, with this baby—this should’ve brought us closer, but all it did was push you further away.”

her words hit him like a tidal wave. “y/n, please,” he begged, stepping toward her. “i see you. i see you now. i know i’ve been a mess, but i swear, i’m here now. for you, for the baby. i’ll make it right.”

she shook her head, her tears spilling over. “how, trent? how can you make this right? you can’t take back what you said. you didn’t just hurt me—you made me feel like nothing. like we were nothing. you didn’t even want this baby.”

his breath caught in his throat. “that’s not true,” he whispered, desperate. “i was scared, i didn’t know how to deal with it. but i want this, y/n. i want you. i want our family.”

her expression twisted, a mix of pain and disbelief. “then why did you push me away? why did you never let me all the way in? why did you make this baby feel like a burden? like i was alone in this?”

he was at a loss for words. his chest tightened, and for the first time in a long time, he felt utterly powerless. “i’m so sorry,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “i thought i was protecting you. i didn’t want to drag you into everything I was feeling, but... i see now that all i did was hurt you.”

her sobs grew heavier, and she covered her face with her hands. “you hurt me so much, trent,” she whispered. “you shut me out for months, it’s like i can’t even recognize you.”

trent reached for her, but she stepped back, shaking her head. “don’t,” she choked out. “don’t touch me. i can’t... i can’t do this right now.”

the space between them felt insurmountable. “y/n,” trent whispered, tears welling in his own eyes. “please. i’m begging you, baby. i’ll do anything. just tell me what to do, and i’ll do it.”

her voice was barely audible, broken and raw. “i don’t know if there’s anything left to fix.”

y/n turned away already feeling the toll in her heart from the concvration setting in. it was too much; seeing him was a mistake. she had to go. trent stood there in stunned silence as y/n’s retreating form blurred through his unshed tears. everything inside him screamed to do something—anything—to stop her from walking away, from taking the last piece of his heart with her. his hands, trembling with desperation, shot out before he could stop himself, pulling her back into his arms.

“don’t say that,” he begged, his voice thick with emotion. “please, don’t give up on us.”

y/n’s body stiffened at first, but then, as if she’d been holding herself together for far too long, she melted against him. her resolve crumbled, her body sagging in his embrace, and for the first time in weeks, she let herself feel the weight of everything—the hurt, the exhaustion, the loneliness. she buried her face into his chest, sobbing quietly, her tears soaking through his shirt. they stood there, wrapped in a desperate embrace, both of them breaking and holding on at the same time.

trent’s arms tightened around her as if he was afraid that if he let go, she’d slip through his fingers, and this would all be over. “i love you, y/n,” he whispered, his voice cracking as he pressed his lips to the top of her head. “i love you so much. i’ve never stopped.”

the words tumbled out of him like a prayer, repeated over and over again, as if saying them enough times would make everything better. his lips brushed her ear, his breath shaky, “please, baby… please. don’t leave me.”

for a moment, it was as if time had stopped. they clung to each other, the world around them dissolving into the background. but even as they stood there, desperately seeking comfort in each other’s arms, the pain was still there—deep and raw, a wound that refused to heal.

y/n’s sobs quieted, and she slowly pulled away, just enough to look up at him. her tear-streaked face was a mixture of love and anguish, her eyes searching his, as if looking for a reason to believe that this could be fixed. but then, with trembling fingers, she reached into her pocket and pulled out the engagement ring. the sight of it in her palm shattered trent all over again.

“i can’t wear this,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “not now. not like this.”

trent’s heart twisted painfully, his throat constricting as he stared at the small, glinting band—the symbol of everything they had promised each other. his hands shook as he gently took the ring from her, the cold metal feeling heavy in his palm. he felt like he was losing a part of himself all over again.

“i’ll wait for you,” he said, his voice hoarse, barely above a whisper. “i’ll wait as long as it takes, y/n. i’m in love with you. i’m always going to be in love with you.”

he paused, his breath shaky as he searched for the right words, his heart pounding in his chest. “i’m in love with the girl who stayed up with me after games, even when i was too tired to talk. i’m in love with the girl who laughs at my worst jokes, who knows me better than i know myself. i’m in love with the woman who’s carrying our child—the strongest, most beautiful woman i’ve ever known. you’re everything to me. and i know i messed up. i know i pushed you away, but i swear to god, y/n, through it all, i never stopped loving you.”

his voice cracked, and he let out a shaky breath, the weight of his words sinking between them. “i’ll wait no matter how long it takes. because i can’t lose you. not like this.”

y/n’s eyes welled with fresh tears, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. she wiped her face with trembling hands, her body wracked with the weight of everything she’d been holding in. “i don’t know how we got here,” she whispered, her voice barely holding together. “i thought it would pass. that you’d wake up and see me but that day never came. i don’t even know how to find my way back.”

the silence between them was thick, suffocating. trent’s chest felt heavy, like the air itself was pressing down on him, making it impossible to breathe. he could see it—the breaking point, the moment he had feared for so long, just inches away. the more he tried to hold on, the more she seemed to slip from his grasp.

he reached for her again, his hands trembling as they cupped her face, his thumbs brushing away the tears on her cheeks. “we can find our way back,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “we have to.”

but even as he said it, he could feel the distance between them, the invisible wall that had grown between their hearts over the last few months. the intimacy, the connection they once shared—it had been stripped away, layer by layer, until there was barely anything left.

“you stopped trying,” she said, her voice soft but cutting, her words like knives to his already battered heart. “you came home and shut me out, trent. i was begging you to let me in, to tell me what was going on, but you just... you weren’t there. and i waited. i waited all this time for you to let me in, but you didn’t.”

trent swallowed the lump in his throat, the weight of her words sinking in. she was right. he had shut her out, buried himself in his own pain, his own confusion, and left her alone when she needed him most.

“i thought... if i could just fix myself, if i could figure it out on my own, then... then i could be better for you,” he admitted, his voice thick with regret. “but i see now... i was wrong. i should have let you in. i should have trusted you.”

y/n’s lips trembled, her eyes filled with a sadness that tore him apart. “we haven’t even... we haven’t even been us for months,” she whispered. “the touches, the love... it just stopped. we don’t even spend time together anymore. we haven’t had sex, we barely talk... we’ve been falling apart, trent, and you didn’t even notice.”

trent’s breath hitched,” i wan’t to fix us but i want to. i need to,”he whispered, his voice breaking

y/n shook her head, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. “it’s not just about fixing it. it’s about wanting to be here. wanting to be with me. and i don’t know if you still do.”

trent’s chest ached, his heart shattering under the weight of her pain. “i do. god, y/n, i do. more than anything. i want to be here, with you. i’m so sorry for everything i’ve done, for how i made you feel. i swear, i’m going to make this right.”

but as he said the words, as he looked into her tear-filled eyes, he couldn’t help but feel that it might already be too late. the cracks had formed, the damage done, and no matter how much he wanted to put the pieces back together, he couldn’t ignore the fear gnawing at him—that this might be the end.

y/n let out a shaky breath, stepping back from him, her body trembling with exhaustion and emotion. “i don’t know if i can do this,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

trent’s heart sank. he stepped forward, his hands reaching for hers, but she pulled them back, holding them close to her chest. he felt the distance growing between them, widening with every passing second, and he was powerless to stop it.

“please,” he begged, his voice thick with desperation. “don’t give up on us. not yet.”

for a moment, y/n stood there, her tear-streaked face filled with a mix of love and pain. then, slowly, she shook her head, her voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

“i’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “but i don’t know if i have anything left to give.”

trent’s world crumbled around him as she turned away, walking back into the house, leaving him standing there in the fading light, holding the engagement ring that no longer held the promise it once did. the storm in the sky above mirrored the storm inside him, and as the first raindrop fell, trent realized he had never felt more lost in his life.

y/n sat curled up on the couch beside her mom, her head resting against her shoulder as they both wrapped themselves in a thick blanket. the warmth of the fireplace crackled in front of them, casting a soft glow over the room. her mom absentmindedly stroked y/n’s hair, a gesture she had done ever since y/n was a child. it was comforting, but no amount of comfort seemed to wash away the heaviness that had settled in y/n’s chest.

"i remember when i was pregnant with you,” her mom began, her voice soft and nostalgic. “i couldn’t stop eating pickles. your father would joke that you’d come out with a sour face." she chuckled, shaking her head at the memory. “and when you started kicking, you didn’t stop. it was like you were determined to make your presence known even then.”

y/n smiled weakly, the story a welcome distraction, but her thoughts kept drifting back to trent. it had been a few days since their conversation, and though they’d exchanged texts here and there, something felt broken—like there was a wall between them now that hadn’t been there before.

her mum, always so intuitive, seemed to sense the weight on y/n’s heart. she paused, her hand stilling in y/n’s hair. “how are things with trent? really?”

y/n hesitated, biting her lip as she glanced down at her hands. “it… it didn’t go well.” her voice was barely above a whisper. “it hasn’t been good for a while now. i just don’t think he loves me anymore.”

her mum sighed softly, turning slightly so she could look at her daughter. “y/n, i’ve seen that boy with you from the very beginning. the day you brought him home, i knew he was head over heels in love with you. he looked at you like you were his entire world.”

y/n’s throat tightened, her voice cracking as she spoke. “but it doesn’t feel like that anymore, mom. he doesn’t want me… hasn’t for months.”

her mum shook her head gently, cupping y/n’s cheek in her palm. “you’re crazy if you think that. i saw the way he looked at you when he showed up here the other day. that same love is still there, y/n. he might be struggling, but he still breathes for you. trust me, i’ve been around long enough to know what real love looks like. and that boy? he’s carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, but he’s still trying.”

y/n swallowed the lump in her throat, feeling her mom’s words sink in, but the doubt remained. “it doesn’t feel like it. i’m scared, mum. what if… what if i’m too much for him? what if this is too much for us?”

her mum’s expression softened as she kissed the top of y/n’s head. “you’re not too much. sometimes love gets hard, but that doesn’t mean it’s gone. give it time, give him time. you two will find your way.”

as her mom’s words settled, y/n felt her thoughts drift back to trent. she missed him—the way his presence grounds her, how his laugh could cut through the heaviest silences, and the comfort of his touch, always able to chase away her worries. maybe, just maybe, her mom was right. maybe he was struggling just as much as she was. maybe, despite everything, he still loved her. maybe that love hadn’t gone away, even if it felt lost.

the thought stirred something inside her, a small, hesitant hope. the weight of their distance was still there, but for the first time in a while, y/n felt an urge to reach out, to close that space between them, if only for a moment.

a few weeks had passed since their emotional confrontation in the backyard. the days had been a blur of adjusting to her new reality, both physically and emotionally. y/n had begun to show the faintest signs of pregnancy, a small but unmistakable curve starting to form. each morning, she would stare at her reflection, running a hand over her belly, a mixture of awe and anxiety washing over her.

it was early afternoon when y/n picked up her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she dialed trent’s number. It had been a while since she’d reached out first, and she was unsure how to navigate this new step. trent answered on the second ring, his voice a comforting blend of surprise and relief.

“hey, bab- y/n,” trent corrected, trying to keep his tone steady. “i wasn’t expecting your call.”

“i know,” y/n replied, her voice soft and cautious. “i just wanted to hear your voice. i figured it was time to talk.”

trent’s heart skipped a beat. “i am glad you did. i told i'd wait for you. how are you? how’s everything going?”

there was a brief pause on the line, and y/n’s voice wavered slightly. “i’m… okay. the baby’s growing. i’ve been taking it one day at a time.”

“that’s good to hear,” trent said, his concern evident. “i’ve been thinking about you and the baby a lot. i want to be involved, you know, if you’ll let me.”

“please, y/n,” trent pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. “come home. let me take care of you and the baby. i’ll do everything in my power to make things right. i just want to be there for you.”

“i know,” y/n replied quietly. “i’ve been thinking about that too. i’m still not ready to come back home yet. there’s a lot I need to work through, but maybe… maybe you could come to one of my appointments when you’re in london for the fulham match?”

trent’s response was immediate, his relief palpable. “i’d love to. just tell me when and where, and i’ll be there. i want to be there for you and the baby.”

y/n hesitated, her heart racing with the implications of their upcoming meeting. “it’s next week. i’ll send you the details once it’s confirmed.”

“thank you,” trent said, his voice filled with genuine gratitude. “it means a lot to me that you’re giving me this chance. i just want to be there for both of you.”

“i appreciate that,” y/n replied, her voice wavering with emotion. “i’m still figuring things out, but having you there… it might help.”

“i understand,” trent said softly. “i’ll be there, y/n. and if you need anything before then, just let me know. i’m here for you.”

they exchanged a few more words before ending the call, the conversation a tentative step towards mending their fractured relationship. as y/n hung up the phone, she felt a mixture of apprehension and hope. the prospect of seeing trent at her appointment was both comforting and daunting, a symbol of the possibility of healing.

in the days leading up to the appointment, y/n continued with her routine, her emotions a complex blend of anticipation and fear. She prepared herself mentally for the upcoming visit, knowing that seeing trent again would be a significant step.

trent arrived at the clinic much earlier than expected, a mix of anticipation and nervousness driving him. he paced the waiting area, glancing at his watch every few minutes, his mind racing with thoughts of y/n and their baby. he was determined not to miss the appointment, and he couldn’t help but marvel at how beautiful y/n looked, even in the midst of their struggles.

as he stood by the entrance, he saw y/n walking in, her face a mixture of apprehension and hope. she spotted him and raised an eyebrow. “you’re here early. don’t you have training before the match tomorrow?”

trent smiled, his eyes softening as he took in her presence. “i left early. nothing is more important to me than being here for you and our baby.”

y/n’s lips curved into a small, grateful smile, and she walked over to him. “thanks you for coming. it means a lot.”

trent nodded, his gaze fixed on her as they walked together towards the examination room. “i wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

inside the examination room, the doctor greeted them warmly, her smile reassuring. “hello, y/n. and you must be trent. it’s lovely to meet you. i’m glad you could join us today.”

“nice to meet you,” trent replied, shaking the doctor’s hand. “i’m glad to be here.”

the doctor turned to y/n, her demeanor professional yet friendly. “so, y/n, how have you been feeling? any concerns or symptoms you’d like to discuss before we get started?”

y/n took a deep breath, her eyes flickering to trent’s face. “i’ve been struggling with nausea every morning. it’s relentless and makes it hard to get through the day. i can’t keep much down—anything that’s remotely greasy or rich just comes right back up. sometimes, even the smell of certain foods makes me sick. and it’s not just the mornings. i’ve been feeling dizzy and lightheaded at random times, and my energy levels are really low. i’ve been so exhausted, barely able to get out of bed some days.”

her voice trembled slightly as she continued. “i’ve also been experiencing mood swings that seem to come out of nowhere. one moment i’m fine, and the next, i’m crying over something trivial. it’s exhausting. i’ve been trying to manage, but it’s hard.”

trent’s heart ached as he listened. each word she spoke painted a clearer picture of the struggles she faced, struggles he hadn’t fully understood until now. he squeezed her hand gently, his eyes filled with concern. “i had no idea it was this tough for you,” he said softly. “i’m so sorry for not being there for you. i should have been more aware of what you’re going through.”

the doctor nodded, her expression sympathetic. “these symptoms are quite common in the first trimester, but that doesn’t make them any easier. it’s important to take care of yourself and manage these symptoms as best as you can.”

as y/n prepared for the ultrasound, trent’s heart pounded with a mix of excitement and anxiety. he watched as she lay down on the examination table, her face a portrait of vulnerability and hope. trent took a seat beside her, holding her hand tightly.

the room grew quiet as the doctor began the ultrasound. trent’s eyes were fixed on the screen, his breath catching in his throat as the image of their baby appeared. he could see the tiny, fluttering heartbeat, and the realization hit him with overwhelming force.

trent’s eyes filled with tears as he watched the screen, his hand squeezing y/n’s reassuringly. “this is… incredible,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

as the doctor played the heartbeat sound, trent felt his heart swell. the rhythmic thud of the baby’s heartbeat filled the room, a powerful reminder of the life growing inside y/n. trent leaned over and gently kissed y/n’s hand, his lips brushing against her skin with tenderness.

“thank you,” he said softly, his voice breaking as he kissed her forehead and cheeks. “thank you for this, for our baby. i’m so grateful.”

y/n’s eyes filled with tears, her heart aching at the sight of trent’s raw emotion. “i’m glad you’re here,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

trent’s internal thoughts were a whirlwind of realization and regret. he thought about the pain he had caused y/n, the mistakes he had made. but as he looked at their baby, he felt a glimmer of hope. this tiny life represented a chance for redemption, a new beginning for their fractured relationship.

he thought to himself, i’ve been so consumed by my own fears and doubts. but this baby… this baby has the power to heal us, to breathe life back into our world. i can’t undo the past, but i can start anew. i need to be the father this child deserves, the husband y/n needs. i’ll do whatever it takes to make things right.

as the ultrasound concluded and the doctor began discussing the next steps, trent’s heart was lighter than it had been in weeks. he felt a renewed sense of purpose, a determination to be there for y/n and their child, no matter the challenges ahead.

trent sat in the passenger seat, the ultrasound photos clutched tightly in his hand, his eyes glued to the images as if they held the answers to all the questions swirling in his mind. the car ride had been quiet, the tension between them palpable yet softened by the shared experience they had just gone through. y/n kept her eyes on the road, but she could feel his gaze shift from the photos to her every now and then, as if trying to reconcile the reality of what they had just witnessed with everything that had happened between them.

when they finally pulled into the driveway of her parents' house, neither of them made a move to get out. the engine hummed quietly, filling the heavy silence between them. trent swallowed hard, his throat tight with emotion. he couldn’t take his eyes off the ultrasound photos, the grainy black-and-white images of their baby—their baby—so small, yet so real. he was still in shock, the weight of the moment pressing down on him with a force he hadn’t anticipated.

“it’s real,” trent finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. “that’s... that’s our baby.”

y/n glanced at him, her heart clenching at the look of wonder and disbelief on his face. “yeah,” she replied softly, her voice tinged with a mixture of emotions she wasn’t sure she was ready to face. “it’s real.”

trent turned to her, his eyes searching her face for something he wasn’t sure he’d find. “y/n, i don’t want to argue anymore,” he said, his voice thick with sincerity. “i don’t want us to keep hurting each other like this. i want to be there for you, for our baby. i want to fight for us, not against us.”

her heart fluttered at his words, but the hurt still lingered, like a shadow that refused to be dispelled by the light. “it’s not that simple, trent,” y/n said, her voice steady but laced with the pain she had carried for weeks. “you can’t just say you’re ready to fight for us now and expect everything to be okay. you hurt me. you pushed me away when i needed you the most.”

trent’s face crumpled, the weight of her words hitting him like a blow. he reached out, hesitating for a moment before placing his hand gently on top of hers. “i know i messed up,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “i was scared, y/n. i didn’t know how to handle any of this, and i panicked. but that doesn’t mean i don’t love you. it doesn’t mean i don’t want this—want you, want our baby.”

y/n felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes, but she blinked them away, refusing to let herself fall into the same pattern they had been stuck in for so long. “love isn’t just about words, trent. it’s about showing up, even when it’s hard, even when you’re scared. it’s about trusting each other, being honest, and not shutting down when things get tough.”

trent squeezed her hand, his grip firm yet gentle. “i know,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. “i know i have to do better. i want to do better. i want to be the man you deserve, the father our child deserves. i don’t want to lose you, y/n. please, just... give me a chance to make things right.”

y/n looked at him, her heart torn between the love she still felt for him and the pain that had taken root in its place. she wanted to believe him, wanted to trust that he could be the partner she needed, but the fear of getting hurt again held her back. “i’m scared too, trent,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “i’m scared that things won’t change, that we’ll just keep going around in circles until there’s nothing left. i need to know that you’re really committed to this, to us.”

trent’s eyes bore into hers, his determination clear despite the vulnerability etched into his features. “i am, y/n. i’m committed to you, to our baby, to our future. i don’t have all the answers, and i know it won’t be easy, but i’m not going to give up. not on you, not on us.”

the silence that followed was thick with unspoken words, with the weight of their past and the uncertainty of their future. y/n could feel the intensity of his gaze, could see the sincerity in his eyes, but the doubts still lingered, a barrier she wasn’t sure she was ready to break down.

“we have a lot to figure out,” y/n finally said, her voice soft but resolute. “this isn’t something that’s going to be fixed overnight. we need to take it one step at a time, trent. we need to rebuild the trust that we lost.”

trent nodded, his expression earnest. “i’m ready to do whatever it takes,” he said quietly. “i know it’s going to take time, but i’m here for the long haul. i want to be the partner you need, y/n. i want to be there for you, every step of the way.”

y/n looked down at their intertwined hands, the connection between them a reminder of what they had shared, what they had lost, and what they might still have a chance to rebuild. she wasn’t ready to fully forgive, to fully trust, but there was a part of her—a small, fragile part—that wanted to believe in the possibility of a future where they could find their way back to each other.

“okay,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “we’ll take it one step at a time.”

trent’s shoulders sagged with relief, and he squeezed her hand once more, the gesture filled with unspoken promises. “thank you,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “thank you for giving us a chance.”

as they sat there in the quiet of the car, the weight of their conversation hanging between them, y/n felt a small flicker of hope begin to take root. it wasn’t much, and it wasn’t enough to erase the pain of the past, but it was something—a starting point, a tentative step toward healing.

and for now, that was enough.

the drive back to y/n’s parents’ house was heavy with unspoken words, both of them lost in the aftermath of the ultrasound. the image of their baby lingered in the back of their minds—so real, so undeniably present—and it had stirred something neither of them could yet put into words. there was a fragile connection between them now, one built on shared responsibility, but also the unresolved weight of the past.

when they arrived at the quiet house, y/n hesitated before opening the door, her steps slower than usual. everything inside felt still, untouched, a sharp contrast to the storm that had been swirling around them for weeks. she led trent inside, the silence between them heavy but not uncomfortable—just… fragile.

in the living room, she stopped, turning to face him, her expression soft but unreadable. she folded her arms across her chest, almost as if to shield herself from what was coming next. “i don’t know where we go from here,” she whispered, voice barely above a murmur.

trent stood just a few feet away, hands deep in his pockets, unsure of how to bridge the gap between them. he wanted to say something, anything, to make her believe in him again, but every time he opened his mouth, the words caught in his throat.

he could see the hesitation in her eyes, the lingering hurt. “i don’t either,” he admitted, his voice quiet, but certain. “but i know i don’t want to go back to where we were. i don’t want to lose you, y/n. i love you too much”

her gaze softened for a moment, the pain in her expression easing just enough for him to catch a glimpse of the woman he used to hold close, the woman he loved more than anything. “i’m just… scared,” she confessed, her voice trembling. “scared that it’s too late, that we’re too far gone.”

trent took a tentative step closer, his hand aching to reach out to her, but he held back, letting her set the pace. “i’m scared too,” he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. “but i’d rather be scared and try to make things right than walk away and wonder if we ever could’ve fixed this.”

for a long moment, they stood there in silence, the weight of his words hanging between them. then, slowly, y/n closed the distance, taking a shaky step forward, her eyes flicking up to meet his. “i don’t know if i can just… jump back into this,” she said, her voice fragile but honest. “but i want to try.”

trent’s heart swelled at her words. it wasn’t a promise of everything being okay, but it was a start. it was something. without thinking, he reached out, gently taking her hand in his, his thumb tracing soft circles over her knuckles. “we’ll go slow,” he whispered. “we’ll figure it out. together.”

y/n exhaled shakily, and for the first time in weeks, she let herself lean into him, her body easing into the warmth of his chest. he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, not in desperation but in quiet reassurance. “you in my arms…” he murmured against her hair, his voice soft, vulnerable, “it’s the only thing that feels right anymore. like for the first time in forever, i can breathe again.”

she closed her eyes, letting the comfort of his embrace settle deep in her bones. it wasn’t everything, and it didn’t fix the hurt, but it was something she hadn’t let herself feel in so long—safety. a small reprieve from the storm.

they stood like that for a long moment, holding onto each other as if the world outside had disappeared. it wasn’t perfect, but it was enough. enough to remind them that maybe, just maybe, there was still something worth fighting for.

when y/n finally pulled back, it wasn’t in retreat, but in acknowledgment of the space they still needed to navigate. she looked up at him, her eyes wet but clearer than before. “we’ve still got a long way to go,” she said quietly.

trent nodded, his hands lingering on her arms, reluctant to let her go entirely. “i know,” he agreed, his voice steady but gentle. “but we’ll get there.”

she wiped at her eyes and offered him a small, weary smile. “we don’t have to have it all figured out yet.”

he smiled back, soft and genuine, his chest feeling lighter than it had in weeks. it wasn’t a resolution, but it was a start—a beginning that neither of them thought they would find again.

as they stood there, the silence between them was no longer heavy with unsaid words, but filled with the quiet understanding that despite the uncertainty, there was still hope. and for now, that was enough.

the air was crisp as y/n and her mum walked through the quiet streets of their london neighborhood. the late afternoon sun cast a warm glow on the pavement, and the leaves rustled gently in the breeze. despite the peaceful surroundings, y/n felt a familiar heaviness in her chest—a weight she couldn’t seem to shake, no matter how hard she tried.

her mum glanced over at her, sensing the unease that had settled around her daughter like a cloud. “it’s nice having you around,” she began, her tone light. “especially with malik and your father always bickering about football. but… have you thought about when you might go back to home?”

y/n’s steps faltered slightly, and she looked down at the ground. “i don’t know,” she replied, her voice soft, almost unsure. “trent and i… we’ve been talking, but it’s not the same. i feel the ghost of the distance between us.”

her mum nodded, understanding the depth of y/n’s feelings. “i can see that,” she said gently. “but, sweetheart, he’s the father of your child. and more than that, he’s your trent. you two have been through so much together. don’t you think your relationship deserves the chance to get back on track?”

y/n’s heart clenched at her mum’s words. she knew the truth in them, knew that the bond she shared with trent was something rare and precious. but the pain of their past arguments still lingered, like a wound that hadn’t quite healed. “i just… i’m still so hurt,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. “he’s trying, i can see that. he calls, he checks in, but…”

“but you’re still scared,” her mum finished for her, her voice soft with understanding.

y/n nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. “i can’t forget what he said, how he made me feel. it’s like… like there’s this wall between us, and i don’t know how to break it down.”

her mum stopped walking and turned to face y/n, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “i understand your reservations, y/n. but trent is trying. that’s all you can hope for in a partner—someone who’s willing to put in the effort, who wants to be there for you, especially now, with the baby on the way.”

y/n wiped at her eyes, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. “he keeps asking you when i might come back, doesn’t he?”

her mum nodded, her expression softening with sympathy. “he does. he’s worried about you, about the baby. he always asks how you’re doing, if there’s anything he can do from here. but, y/n, there’s only so much he can do while you’re in london. the distance… it’s killing him too.”

y/n felt a lump form in her throat, the weight of her mother’s words pressing down on her. she knew trent was trying, knew that he wanted to be there for her, for their child. but the hurt, the fear of being vulnerable again, of risking her heart… it was still there, holding her back.

“i just don’t know if i’m ready,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

her mum gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “you don’t have to make any decisions right now, sweetheart. but just… think about it. think about what you want, what’s best for you and the baby. and remember, trent is there, waiting for you to let him in. he wants yiu and the baby, the both of you.”

they continued their walk in silence, the unspoken words hanging between them like a delicate thread. y/n knew her mum was right—trent was trying, and she could see the effort he was putting in to mend the rift between them. but the path to healing wasn’t a straight one, and y/n wasn’t sure if she was ready to take that first step.

as they turned the corner towards home, y/n glanced up at the sky, the fading light casting a soft glow over the rooftops. she knew she had decisions to make, choices that would shape not only her future but the future of her child. though the pain lingered, a part of her yearned to mend the fractures in her relationship with trent, to find a path forward that honored their love and their new family. “maybe,” y/n whispered to herself. maybe it was time to find a way to move forward, for their love and their family

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Y/N is so fiercely protective of Trent and I just know that when he comes back from matches where he either didn’t play or someone fouled him etc she’d go off on a tangent and Trent would be like trying to stop her. She’d be like “I can’t believe he didn’t get a foul or a yellow card and like everyone saw it and the ref did nothing the stupid ref and he’s so lucky I wasn’t there and-“ and Trent would be like “babe, breathe”.

Sorry got carried away, I just love your series so much 😭😅

I love this! This made me laugh. I feel like that’s their vibe as well. Y/N being in a panic and Trent being like ‘baby chill out.’

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↳ Y/N is fuming after the Liverpool Man City fixture but Trent doesn’t seem too pressed. *If your a city fan- probably don’t read lol

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“Honestly though it just pisses me off because they get away with everything. That’s a fucking foul every time. Like I don’t understand what are we using VAR for at this point because it doesn’t seem to matter. It’s a card! He had you by the neck of your shirt. I would’ve hit him if I was you. What a fucking prick. I wanted to run down there and kick him in the balls like get the fuck off my man.” You rattled on in Trent’s car as he drove you home after a game at Anfield. The Liverpool City match had ended with a tie as its result and you were less than impressed.

“Wow tell me how you really feel.” Trent laughed a little as he flicked his eyes to the side towards you momentary as he drove on the M62. The lights from the motorway filled the car and splashed across your face. He couldn’t help but think you looked beautiful in your rage.

“I should’ve gone down to the pitch to yell at the ref frankly like he’s so stupid. Why are they all so dumb? It doesn’t bother you? Like this is fucking crazy. They are cheating, T. Blatantly cheating.” You yelped out continuing on with your rant. You were fuming after the matches result. There had been a incorrect (in your opinion) call from the referee that even went to VAR to be reviewed. A City player had dragged Trent down onto the pitch by the collar of his jersey after a trip and you thought it was insane the player got away unscathed, not even a card.

“I don’t know, baby. I mean what am I meant to do? I can do my 90 plus on the pitch but that’s the only difference I can really make. Only chance for impact.” Trent responded in a calm voice but with a smug smirk thinking your passion and fury at the moment was pretty funny and definitely cute.

“Well that’s shitty.” You huffed in response. You pulled your legs up onto your seat to sit in a ball, folding your arms around your knees and pulling them into you.

“Well that’s the way it is beautiful.” Trent told you and tapped at your knee telling you the get your feet, still in trainers off his car seat. He hated when anyone got his car remotely dirty and you were not exempt. No rage was going to be enough to allow that.

“I fucking hate them. Everything about that stupid club. You know what else is ridiculous? The dumb mascot, what even is that? Like what an absolute joke of a club.” Your brow furrowed as you dropped your legs back down but shuffled to turn to look at him driving, keeping his eyes on the road.

“Baby, I don’t even know what it is? Why do you even know?” He started to laugh at how ridiculous of a point you were making. You pulled your bent knee onto the seat to get comfortable again and as much as you tried to hold your expression of anger you couldn’t.

“Stop!” You began to giggle as well. “I don’t know why! Okay? But it’s fucking dumb. You know what’s not dumb? A bird. You know what is also dumb that stupid ref.” Your rationale for why you disagreed with tonight’s outcome was dismantling slowly but surely as you got closer and closer to your house. Your argument was crumbling referring to mascots, saying that Liverpool’s liver bird was far superior.

“Birds not dumb… noted. Refs… dumb. Duly noted.” Trent kept laughing at you, reaching over once more to pat your knee not with instruction but with confirmation to your words.

“T… you have to be fuming you’ve lost the league to them by a point before like this tie is bull shit.” You pleaded for some sort of emotion from him. You leaned forward resting your elbows on the center console holding your face in your hands looking up at him.

“Thank you for bringing up that very pleasant memory but I told you I can only play the game.” He responded and your lip rolled into a frown.

“You’re being too calm and it’s annoying.” You finally decided maybe you needed to give up because he clearly wasn’t going to get on the same page of vexation as you tonight.

“If I got riled up after each game I’d be exhausted and just upset. It’s a waste of my time, energy, and emotions. You know all this.” He cooed turning toward you a bit and a sympathetic smile. He picked up your chin with a free hand. He rubbed his thumb over your jawline gently waiting at the last stop light on the roads before you reached home.

“Boo! I don’t want to know about your mindful ways. You should be mad with me.” You huffed. You just wanted to vent with him and yell about how much you hated the opposition. You’d done it before but tonight, even in the confines of your car, Trent was choosing professionalism.

“Okay, pretty girl.” He cooed kissing your lips with a quick peck before turning back to focus on the winding roads leading into your neighborhood. You arrived eventually after falling more silent as Trent pulled down your drive. He parked and grabbed his bags ahead of coming around to the passager side. “To be clear baby… I know they are the fucking worst.” He whispered pulling you into a hug at the door of the car before heading in.

“I knew it! I knew you fucking hated them too. Like we should be yelling fuck City!” you eagerly and fairly giddily said to him. You stepped forward into him and he shut the car door behind you. “Fuck them!” You yelped out into the night wrapping your arms around his waist resting your chin on his chest tilting your head upwards childishly to look at him.

“Fuck ‘em!” He yelled louder then you with a smile as he swayed back and forth with you in his arms in the driveway.

“Fuck ‘em.” You echoed him in the same volume before you fell into a giggle.” He looked down at you with a love in his eyes and kissed your lips. “City honestly sucks!” You giggled in between kisses.

“I love you. You’re a very very funny, pretty girl. Thank you for coming tonight. You look beautiful as always.” He cooed softly standing in the quiet drive illuminated by the lights of the house.

“Thank you, T. Wanted to look good for my man that City players need to leave the fuck alone.” You whispered with some cheek in response, ghosting your lips over his.

“You succeeded and you know what? Tie tonight on the pitch… still winning going home with you off it.” He cooed a response that managed to make your heart flutter. “And you’re right, birds… not dumb. Mighty red. Love him.” He began to laugh, turning to walk into the house. You gasped before falling into giggles of your own chasing after him. He was giving you shit for know what the city mascot looked like when he knew the damn name of his.

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FUNGIRL A Trent Alexander-Arnold + Original Character Erotic Series

Chapter 3

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“Is there something you want to ask her?” Trent smirked knowingly, addressing the sporadic glances Marcel had been giving Amber when he thought no one was looking. He'd arrived at Trent’s house earlier that afternoon, surprised his brother had a guest staying over. A fucking stunning one at that.

“No, but you're lucky you got there first,” Marcel smiled teasingly at his older brother. “And she’s a lawyer.” Despite being related to arguably one of the brightest stars in British sports, Amber’s career was impressive to say the least, and somewhat a novelty to him. 

Trent raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh, so that’s why you're all flustered?” he laughed. 

Marcel shrugged, trying to play it off. “I’m not flustered.” He said in playful defence of his brother’s accusation. “And don’t act like you don’t find it sexy.” 

“I find everything about her sexy, that’s why she’s here with me,” Trent shot back, a smug grin spreading across his face. He loved the playful rivalry they had, but it was clear that Amber had sparked something in both of them. 

“Oh please,” Marcel continued, leaning back in his chair with an exaggerated nonchalance. “You know I could take her  off your hands if I wanted to.”

Trent shook his head, the glint in his eyes betraying his mock annoyance. “You’re delusional if you think you can compete with me.”

Their banter turned into laughter, but the tension in the room shifted when Amber walked into the space, her bare feet padding against the kitchen floor as she wore one of Trent’s hoodies and pair of leggings, her thick and shiny black hair pulled back into a lazy bun. 

“Can I join you guys or is this a private brother conversation?” Amber asked, her voice light and curious as she leaned against the doorframe, a playful smile dancing on her lips.

Marcel felt his heart skip a beat. She looked effortlessly beautiful, and the sight of her in that oversized hoodie made him want to know what was underneath, but he respected his brother far too much, and he certainly wasn’t a man with the palette for someone else’s sloppy seconds.

“Come here,” Trent smiled, motioning for her to come towards him with a nod of his head before opening his arms so she could walk into his embrace. 

Pressing a kiss to the top of her head as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, his other hand coming to rest on the small of her back. 

Marcel watched in amusement as Amber and his brother shared a moment, the easy intimacy between them evident. It was clear that Trent had a soft spot for her, and Marcel couldn’t help but feel an inkling. He wasn’t about to make any verbal accusations or assumptions, but it was clear these were two people who liked one another. 

He laughed as Trent’s hand slipped to Amber’s behind, a boyish smile on his face as he gripped her flesh before she pushed it away and took a step back, slightly flustered. 

After such an emotional evening that transpired into a night of intense and passionate sex, Trent wanted to be close to her both physically and emotionally. He knew he wasn’t ready for the level of commitment and sacrifice that came with labels and titles, but he genuinely felt for Amber. 

Trent's eyes lit up with amusement as he noticed Marcel's lingering gaze on Amber, his brother's teasing tone and subtle competitiveness sparking a playful rivalry between them. He tightened his arm around Amber's shoulders, pulling her closer to him as if to mark her as his.

"Are you hungry?” he asked into her ear, his lips ghosting against the shell as his hands found her waist again. 

Amber turned her head slightly, her cheeks flushing at the closeness. “I could eat,” she replied, her voice soft and inviting. “What do you have in mind?”

“I want to take you to dinner later, but for now I'm sure there is something in the fridge we can whip up,” Trent explained. 

“We?” Amber asked, causing Marcel to fall out laughing as Trent rolled his eyes in mock exasperation.

“Yes we,” Trent confirmed as he turned her body away from his so he could guide her over to the refrigerator, pulling it open to see what they had to choose from. 

Browsing Trent’s fridge which held more liquids than any other food group, Amber pulled out a pack of steaks, a recipe instantly coming to mind. 

“Do you have taco ingredients here?” Amber asked over her shoulder, pulling open the draw of his refrigerator in search of vegetation. 

“Whatever isn't here I'd be happy to go and grab as long as I'm included in this,” Marcel said as he nodded his head towards the steak on Trent’s counter. 

Amber turned to Marcel, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I officially like you more than your brother.” she teased, a playful grin spreading across her face. 

Trent feigned a gasp, placing a hand over his heart in mock betrayal. “How could you say that? I’m the one who brought you here!” 

Marcel chuckled, enjoying the banter. “Yeah, but I’m the one who’s offering to help. Plus, I’m way better looking.” He winked at Amber, who laughed, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth.

“Okay, okay,” Amber said, raising her hands in surrender. “You both have your merits. But I’m leaning towards Marcel right now.” 

Trent rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hide the smile creeping onto his face. “Whatever, he's a ‘pick me’,” he said, shaking his head in playful disdain.

Using his brother's phone to send Marcel a list of ingredients before he left the house to grab what they needed, Amber turned attention to the steak, removing it from its packaging as Trent came to stand behind her. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmured against the back of her neck as his hands slipped beneath the hoodie she wore, wrapping around her waist. 

Things between them were not as tense as they had been the evening before, but he knew the hurt she felt wasn't going to disappear overnight. 

Whether or not he meant to, his actions had hurt Amber and he wanted to make things right. They were both single by definition, but that didn't mean he could treat her like her feelings didn't matter.

Amber leaned back into him, her body instinctively seeking the warmth of his embrace. “Thank you,” she said softly, tilting her head slightly to look at him. “I know things got a little intense yesterday, and I'm sorry for off-loading on you in the way I did.”

“Do not apologize to me,” Trent sighed, his fingers gently tracing the smooth skin of her stomach. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

She turned to face him fully, her eyes searching his. “I’m okay, really. I enjoyed last night, but I also understand that we’re both figuring things out. I don’t want to put any pressure on you.”

He nodded, appreciating her understanding. “I like you, Amber. I really do. But I’m not sure I’m ready for anything serious right now.”

Amber smiled softly, her expression warm and reassuring. “I get it.”

In all honesty, she didn't but far too much had gone on in the last twenty-four hours. The hurt was still a little fresh and she knew that if she pressed too hard, it could push him away. “I just want to enjoy the time we have together without any expectations,” she added, her voice steady.

“Can I kiss you?” Trent asked, taking his bottom lip between his perfect rows of teeth as he gazed down at her. 

Amber's heart raced at the question, a mix of excitement and nervousness swirling within her. She could feel the warmth radiating from his body, and the way he looked at her made her feel seen in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. 

“Yeah,” she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’d like that.”

Trent leaned in slowly, giving her a chance to pull away if she wanted to. But she didn’t. Instead, she tilted her head up slightly, closing the distance between them. His lips brushed against hers, tentative at first as if he was gauging her reaction. 

The kiss deepened, and Amber melted into him, her hands finding their way to his hair as she pulled him closer. It was sweet and soft, filled with an unspoken understanding of the complexities between them.

Lifting Amber onto the kitchen counter, Trent settled between her legs, his hands resting on her thighs as he deepened the kiss. The world around them faded away, leaving just the two of them in their own bubble of warmth and connection. 

Amber could feel the heat radiating from him, and the way he held her made her heart race. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him against her. The kiss was intoxicating, a mix of passion and tenderness that left her breathless.

Reaching for the hem of his hoodie, Trent pulled it over her head, groaning at the sight of her breast in the dainty lace-trimmed camisole she wore beneath it. 

His hands instinctively moved to her waist, fingers brushing against her skin as he took a moment to appreciate the way she looked. The soft fabric of her camisole contrasted beautifully with the warmth of her skin, and he felt a rush of desire course through him.

“Wow,” he breathed, his voice low and filled with admiration. “You’re stunning.”

Amber felt her cheeks flush at the compliment, a shy smile spreading across her lips. “Thank you,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. The way he looked at her made her feel beautiful and desired, and she couldn’t help but lean into him even more.

Trent leaned in again, capturing her lips with his, the kiss igniting a fire between them. He deepened the kiss, his hands exploring the curves of her body, tracing the outline of her hips and the small of her back. Amber responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, wanting to feel every bit of him against her.

The kitchen around them faded into the background as they lost themselves in each other. The world outside ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the connection they were deepening at that moment. 

“Are you sure about this?” Trent murmured against her lips, his breath warm and inviting. He wanted to make sure she was comfortable, and that they were both on the same page.

Amber nodded, her heart racing with excitement. “I am. I want this, Trent. I want you.”

With her words, Trent felt a surge of confidence. He kissed her again, more passionately this time, as if he were trying to convey everything he felt for her in that single moment. His hands roamed freely, exploring the softness of her skin, the way her body responded to his touch igniting a primal urge within him.

As they kissed, the sound of the front door opening broke through their bubble, and they both froze, eyes wide. Marcel’s voice echoed through the house, calling out, “I’m back! Did I miss anything?”

Trent pulled away from Amber, a mix of amusement and frustration on his face. “Fuck,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. 

Amber giggled, the tension breaking as she slid off the counter, trying to regain her composure. “Guess we should act normal,” she said, her cheeks still flushed.

“Normal? After that?” Trent shot her a teasing look, but he couldn’t help but smile. “You’re right. Let’s just pretend we weren’t about to fu—”

“About to what?” Marcel interrupted as he walked into the kitchen, a bag of groceries in hand. He raised an eyebrow, looking between the two of them with a knowing smirk.

The hoodie Amber wore before he left Trent’s house had been discarded on the floor, instead, she stood in a camisole that made Marcel clear his throat and look away from her out of respect for both Amber and his brother. 

“Mind your business,” Trent said, picking up his hoodie and handing it back to Amber, who quickly slipped it back on, her cheeks still flushed from the kiss and the sudden interruption. 

Taking the bag of groceries from Marcel, Amber turned away from the brothers and focused on the task at hand unable to face Trent’s younger brother. 

Emptying the grocery bag, Amber took the vegetables she’d requested over to the sink so she could wash them, before getting started on lunch. 

A little over two hours later, the only sounds in Trent’s living room came from the television or an exhalation of breath. Three eaten from plates sat on the coffee table in front of them as they watched the television. 

Amber sat in Trent’s lap, her head on his shoulder as he sat with his arm wrapped around her, his lips ghosting against her temple every time he spoke or moved his head. 

“Are you still up for going to dinner later?” he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he stroked her hair gently.

Amber lifted her head slightly, meeting his gaze. “I’d love to,” she replied, a smile spreading across her face.

“I made reservations for the two of us at a new Chinese restaurant I've been meaning to try,” Trent said, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

“That sounds fantastic! What time are we going?” Amber replied, her enthusiasm evident. 

“Seven o’clock,” Trent said, glancing at the clock on the wall. “We have a little time to relax before we head out. I just wanted to make sure you still want to.”

Amber smiled, feeling a flutter of excitement at the thought of their dinner, they'd been on dates before, but something about this particular invite felt special, or maybe she was just reading into things further than need be. 

Marcel left once the movie they were watching came to an end, leaving Trent and Amber alone again as they prepared to head out for dinner. 

Leaving Trent in his living room, Amber made her way upstairs to shower and put herself together. By the time Trent made it upstairs, Amber was dressed in a short, long-sleeve black dress that fit her body like a glove.

“You look perfect,” Trent murmured as he came into his bedroom to join her, pressing a kiss to her cheek before making a beeline to his closet. 

Amber felt her heart flutter at the compliment, a warm blush creeping up her cheeks. “Thanks! I wanted to look nice,” she replied, twirling slightly to show off the dress. The fabric hugged her curves perfectly, and she felt confident and beautiful.

Trent rummaged through his closet, pulling out a fitted black cashmere sweater. “You definitely succeeded,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at her. “I might need to step up my game.”

“Don’t worry, you always look good,” Amber teased, leaning against the doorframe and watching him as he dressed. There was something undeniably attractive about the way he moved, the confidence he exuded as he slipped his shirt on.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” he shot back with a playful grin, adjusting his top and giving himself a once-over in the mirror. “But seriously, I’m glad you’re here. I know it didn't come to be out of the best circumstances, but I enjoy having you here.”

Amber felt a warmth spread through her at his words. “I’m glad to be here too,” she replied sincerely, stepping closer to him. “It’s nice to have someone to share this time with, especially after everything.”

Trent turned to face her, his expression softening. “I know things have been a bit complicated, but I really appreciate how understanding you’ve been. It means a lot to me.”

“Of course,” Amber said, her heart swelling. “I think we’re both just trying to figure things out, and that’s okay.”

He nodded, a smile creeping onto his face. “Exactly. And I’m looking forward to tonight. Just us, good food, and hopefully some after-dinner entertainment.” Trent smiled knowingly. 

Amber blushed as she met his gaze, feeling a rush of excitement at the implication behind his words. “After-dinner entertainment, huh? What do you have in mind?” she asked, her voice playful.

Trent stepped closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, I was thinking we could continue what we started earlier in the kitchen,” he said, his tone teasing yet sincere. “But only if you’re up for it.”

Amber felt her heart race at the thought. “I’m definitely up for it,” she replied, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. “But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We still have dinner to enjoy first.”

“True,” he said, a grin spreading across his face. “But I can’t help but think about how much I enjoy you.”

“Me too,” Amber admitted, her cheeks flushing. “I like this… whatever this is between us.”

Trent reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I like it too. And I want to make sure we take our time with it. No pressure, just enjoying each other’s company.”

“Agreed,” Amber said. 

Once they were both ready Amber and Trent left his house to head over to the upscale restaurant he'd made their reservation at. 

Amber found it intriguing how much like her, the rest of the world seemed to bend to the will of the premier league star. The moment they set foot into the restaurant they were greeted by a waiter who led them to a rather private and concealed table at the back of the room. 

The ambiance was warm and inviting, with soft lighting casting a golden glow over the elegant decor. Amber felt a thrill of excitement as they settled into their seats, the intimacy of the setting amplifying the connection she felt with Trent.

“This place is beautiful,” she remarked, glancing around at the tasteful artwork adorning the walls and the delicate arrangements of flowers on each table. “I can see why you wanted to come here.”

Trent smiled, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “I thought you’d like it. The food is supposed to be good, and I figured it would be a nice change of pace for us.”

As they perused the menu, Amber couldn’t help but steal glances at Trent. He looked effortlessly handsome in his fitted sweater, the way he carried himself exuding confidence. She felt a flutter in her stomach, a mix of anticipation and nervousness as she thought about how the evening might unfold.

The food in the restaurant was amazing and the company was even better, by the time they left dinner both Trent and Amber had a light buzz, his hand resting comfortably on the small of her back as they walked out into the cool night air.

Trent stalked behind Amber as she led the way back towards his car, the swell of her ass in the little black dress she wore toying with him in the worst way. The soft jiggle of her ass did nothing to quell the heat pooling in his core. Each step she took seemed to send electric shocks of desire through his body, igniting a fire that was dangerously close to spilling over. The streetlights cast a warm glow, highlighting her curves and creating shadows that danced playfully around them.

Trent's thoughts wandered as he admired the way her dress clung to her every curve—it was a perfect fit, designed to tease and tantalize. He could picture her in his mind, that playful smile on her lips and a twinkle in her eye. The more he watched her, the stronger his urge became to close the distance between them.

Amber turned suddenly, sensing his gaze, and caught him watching her with an amused smile. “Enjoying the view?” she teased, raising an eyebrow as she swayed slightly.

“Can you blame me?” he replied, voice low and gravelly as he reached for her, playfully taking a handful of her ass. 

Amber chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she playfully swatted Trent's hand away from her rear. "Keep your hands to yourself," she teased, though there was a hint of breathlessness in her voice that belied her words.

She sauntered closer to him, the stilettos clicking on the pavement of the quiet street accentuating the sway of her hips. Leaning in, Amber trailed a finger down his chest before hooking it into his belt loop. "Besides, I think we both know you're not here for the view alone." Her gaze dropped to his crotch where he was already starting to harden and tent in his pants.

Trent let out a low groan at her touch and subtle innuendo. The coil of tension between them grew tighter by the second. He gripped her hip possessively as he leaned down to capture her lips in a searing kiss filled with pent-up desire.

“Behave,” he warned pulling away from her lips. 

“Or what?” Amber smirked cocking her head to the side as she looked up at him through her lashes, her thick black hair falling over her shoulder in loose waves. 

Amber's smirk faltered for a moment as Trent pulled away, her lips still tingling from the intensity of their kiss. She bit back a whimper at the loss of his touch, but quickly recovered her playful demeanour.

"Or what?" she repeated, feigning innocence as she leaned against him, pressing her body flush to his, her nipples hard from the cold weather pressing against him.

Trent's eyes darkened as he felt the stiffness of her nipples against his chest. His hand came up to cup one, thumb brushing over the peak before she could pull away.

"You’ll have to wait and see," he growled into her ear, his voice low and menacing with barely restrained lust.

Amber let out a shuddering gasp at his words, her body trembling in response to the promise implicit in them. She knew exactly how much she was pushing him, but the thrill of it only heightened her arousal.

"Are you going to make me behave?” she asked enjoying this build-up almost as much as physical foreplay. 

Trent smirked at her challenge, his fingers digging into the side of her hip as he pulled her closer. "I'll do my best to try," he murmured darkly against the shell of her ear.

His free hand slid down to palm the curve of her ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh through the thin material of her dress. He could feel how wet she was already getting, despite their public location or perhaps because of it.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Amber," Trent warned lowly as he ground his hardness against her belly. "But I like it... I'm going to enjoy showing you just how much."

Stepping away from her, Trent took Amber's hand into his, practically dragging her back to his car so they could head back to his mansion. 

Trent's eyes never left Amber as he led her swiftly to his sleek black Bentley, opening the passenger door for her with a flourish. "Get in, I want to get you home," he commanded gruffly, his voice thick with desire.

Amber obeyed without question, sliding into the luxurious leather seat and smoothing her dress over her thighs. As Trent rounded the car and climbed behind the wheel, she couldn't help but admire the way his muscular arms flexed beneath his cashmere sweater.

Trent started the engine, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. The sexual tension between them was palpable, a living thing that pulsed in time with his racing heart.

As they pulled away from the curb, Trent's gaze kept drifting back to Amber's profile illuminated by the dashboard lights. He could smell her intoxicating perfume mingling with the scent of leather and hot metal an aphrodisiac that made him want to pull over and take her right there on the passenger seat.

The drive to his mansion seemed interminable, each minute stretching into eternity as Trent fought against his basic instincts. But finally, they arrived at the sprawling estate, its grandeur a stark contrast to the primal urges coursing through him.

Trent parked haphazardly on the driveway before turning off the engine and jerking open his door with a low growl.

He slammed the car door shut behind him and strode towards Amber's side, his legs eating up the distance. He yanked open her door and reached for her hand, pulling her out of the Bentley with a swift tug.

As soon as she was standing on shaky legs next to him, Trent wrapped an arm around her waist and hauled her against his chest. His mouth crashed down on hers in a bruising kiss that stole the breath from her lungs.

He devoured her lips, his tongue delving deep to claim every inch of her mouth. The world melted away until there was only this them, lost in a maelstrom of hunger and desire.

Trent groaned into their kiss at the taste of Amber's sweetness mixed with wine from earlier. It only fueled his lust further. With unsteady fingers, he fumbled with the zipper of her dress before tearing it down impatiently before they'd even made it into the house. 

"I need you," he growled against her lips, the urgency in his voice sending another wave of heat coursing through her body. The zipper of her dress fell open, pooling around her hips, and all at once, Amber felt exposed and electrified.

“Then take me inside and have me,” she breathed her voice a sultry whisper that hung in the cold night air. There was an edge of daring in her tone, a challenge in her eyes that made Trent's blood race even faster. 

Trent's hands slid down Amber's sides, gripping her hips possessively. His touch ignited a fire within her, one that had been smouldering since she first laid eyes on him that evening. He could feel her tremble beneath his fingertips, a reaction he revelled in knowing he was the cause.

"Are you ready for this, Amber?" Trent asked, his voice low and husky as he gazed down at her. His eyes trailed hungrily over the swell of her breasts, barely concealed beneath the thin fabric of her dress. The sight sent a jolt of electricity straight to his core.

Amber's response was lost in a strangled moan as Trent's fingers found their way beneath her dress, skimming teasingly along her inner thigh. She arched into his touch, craving more but he retreated with a wicked grin.

Trent leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Let's take this inside before we end up right here on the driveway," he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Amber's spine.

With a growl of impatience, Trent swept Amber into his arms and carried her towards the house. She wrapped her legs around him instinctively, feeling the hard bulge of his arousal pressing insistently against her core.

As they stepped through the front door, Trent kicked it shut behind them with a resounding thud. He strode purposefully towards the stairs, taking two at a time as if propelled by an inner force.

Amber held on tight, her nails digging into Trent's shoulders as she braced herself for what was to come. The anticipation was almost unbearable every nerve ending tingling with excitement and need.

Finally, they reached the master bedroom.

Trent kicked the door shut behind them with a resounding thud, effectively trapping them in his realm of desire. He set Amber down on her feet but didn't give her a chance to catch her breath before he was on her again, hands roaming over every inch of exposed skin.

His lips found the sensitive column of her throat, nipping and sucking at the delicate flesh as he worked to pull her dress over her head. The cool air hit Amber's bare breasts as Trent turned his attention to her nipples already tightened into peaks.

"Fuck, you're perfect," Trent groaned against her skin, his voice rough with lust. He palmed one breast roughly, thumb flicking over the nipple while his mouth closed around its twin in a hot suction that drew a gasp from Amber's lips.

She threaded trembling fingers through his hair, tugging lightly as she arched into him.

Amber's moan echoed through the room as Trent lavished attention on her breasts, his touch setting her nerve endings ablaze. She couldn't get enough of him, every brush of skin against skin sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins.

With a low growl, Trent released Amber's breast and spun her around to face the bed. He pushed her down onto the plush mattress, following close behind to cover her body with his own.

"Mine," he declared possessively, claiming Amber's mouth in a fierce kiss that stole the breath from her lungs. His tongue delved deep, tangling with hers in a dance as old as time itself.

As they kissed, Trent's hands roamed over Amber's curves, mapping every dip and swell. He palmed her ass cheeks greedily before sliding lower to tease at the wet heat between her thighs.

Trent broke their kiss long enough to yank off his sweater and toss it aside.

Trent's eyes gleamed with a mix of hunger and adoration as he took in the sight of Amber sprawled out on his bed, her dress pooled around her waist and breasts exposed to his hungry gaze.

He shed his trousers quickly, revealing his impressive erection straining against his boxer briefs. With a low growl, Trent hooked a finger into the waistband and pulled them down just enough to free himself. His thick cock sprang forth, already leaking precum in anticipation.

“Come here,” he commanded his voice a low rumble that emanated pure desire.

Amber’s heart raced at the sight of him, his body a sculpted testament to masculine power. Taking Trent’s hand as she guided her off of his bed, looked up into his eyes before getting on her knees before him, her mouth watering at the sight of his hard cock. 

Trent's head fell back as Amber worked his cock with skilled enthusiasm, each stroke of her tongue sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body. He could feel himself growing harder and thicker in her mouth, the pressure building at the base of his spine.

"Fuck, Amber," he ground out between gritted teeth, his fingers tightening in her hair his hips snapped forward and he began fucking her throat. 

Trent's grip on Amber's hair tightened as he lost himself in the pleasure of her talented mouth. "That's it, take it all," he groaned, his hips pumping forward to drive more of his thick cock past her lips.

Amber gagged around the invasion, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as she struggled to accommodate Trent's girth. But she didn't pull away, instead revelling in the dominant display of power he was exerting over her. It only served to heighten her arousal, the wetness dripping down her thighs as she sucked and slurped, determined to please him completely.

As his pleasure built, Trent's thrusts grew erratic, his balls tightening with impending release. With a guttural roar, he pulled free from Amber's mouth, his cock pulsing angrily in the chill air. "Look how fucking messy you are," he groaned. 

Saliva dripped from her chin, beading and meandering over her breasts and stomach she gazed up at Trent through slightly reddened, tear-filled eyes. 

Amber slowly licked her lips, savouring the taste of Trent's arousal on her tongue. She gazed up at him with a sultry smile, her eyes dark with lust and adoration.

"Do you like me like this?" she purred, her breath hitching as she pressed the tip of her fingers against her clit. 

Trent's eyes flashed with a mix of desire and possessiveness as he watched Amber kneel before him, her fingers teasing at her clit. The sight sent a jolt of pure lust through his veins. 

“Get back on the bed, now.” His command was low and rough, brooking no argument. As Amber complied, crawling onto the plush mattress with an eager smile playing on her lips, Trent climbed up to loom over her.

“You like being told what to do, don't you?” he asked in carnal amusement. 

He reached down to cup her face in one large hand, thumb stroking across her lower lip before pushing into her mouth. 

Amber moaned around Trent's thumb, her eyes locked on his as she sucked it into her mouth. She released it with a pop and gazed up at him through half-lidded eyes, her expression one of pure wanton desire.

"Please... I need you inside me," Amber pleaded breathlessly, reaching down to spread herself open for him.

Trent groaned at the sight of Amber's glistening pussy, swollen and ready for him. He positioned himself between her thighs, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance teasingly.

"You're so wet for me," he rasped, rubbing the tip back and forth along her slick folds before finally sinking into the hilt with a guttural moan.

Amber cried out at the sudden intrusion, arching off the bed as Trent filled her. Her inner walls clench around his thick length hungrily.

"Yes! Fuck... just like that!" she gasped into his ear, her teeth closing around the skin behind it as she gave herself over to him completely.

Amber let out an animalistic moan as she tilted her hips to meet Trent’s thrusts, her mouth falling open as their eyes met. 

Trent groaned as Amber's wet heat enveloped him, her body welcoming him in like a vice. He set a relentless pace, pounding into her with primal intensity, chasing the edge of release. "You feel incredible," he snarled, sweat beading on his forehead as he drove into her again and again.

Wrapping his arms around her thighs, Trent lifted Amber from the mattress, holding her body in his arms as he bounced her up and down on his cock.

The look of helpless submission in Amber’s eyes sent a chill down Trent's spine, her whiny breaths fanning out over him as he rolled his hips into her. 

Trent's eyes darkened with lust as he held Amber aloft, her body bouncing on his cock in a lewd display of dominance and pleasure. He gripped her thighs tighter, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he slammed up into her once more.

"Look how good you're taking me," he growled, his voice low and gravelly. "You were made for this... your pussy was made for my cock."

Amber whimpered at the filthy words, her nails raking down Trent's back as she met each thrust with a desperate clench of her inner walls around him. The coil of tension within her built to an almost unbearable pitch.

"Yes! Don't stop!" she pleaded breathlessly, tossing her head back against his chest. "I'm so close..."

With a snarl of triumph, Trent angled himself deeper inside Amber, grinding against that sweet spot that sent sparks flying through her veins.

Amber's eyes went wide in awe as she came hard, her toes curling as she squirted on Trent, her essence dripping from them to his sheets below staining the grey an even deeper shade. 

She clung to Trent as he fucked her through her orgasm. Murruring the nastiest comments into her ear as he did. 

Trent slowed his pace, still buried deep inside Amber as her orgasm rode through her. He could feel every spasm of her inner walls around him, milking his cock in a way that made his vision blur.

"Fuck, you're incredible," he breathed against the shell of her ear, nuzzling into the curve of it and savouring the scent of their combined arousal.

With a low grunt, Trent pulled out slowly, allowing Amber's body to sink back onto the bed with a soft thud. He watched as she lay there panting and trembling in the aftermath of climax, her pussy still twitching sporadically from the aftershocks.

"You okay?" he asked gruffly, concern etched across his face despite the lingering lust in his eyes.

Amber nodded weakly but couldn't manage more than a gasp when Trent climbed over the top of her once again.

Trent's eyes roamed over Amber's flushed face, drinking in the sight of her sated and breathless. He reached out to brush a strand of sweat-dampened hair from her forehead, his touch gentle despite the urgency still thrumming through him.

"I need you again," he confessed hoarsely, his cock already starting to harden against her thigh. "I can't get enough of you."

A soft moan escaped Amber's lips at Trent's words, her body instinctively arching up into his as if seeking more contact. She wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers running through his low tapered curls.

"Please... have me," she whispered urgently, nibbling on Trent's lower lip before sucking it into her mouth for a deep kiss.

With a low growl, Trent captured Amber's mouth once more, plunging his tongue inside to tangle with hers in a sensual dance that left them both breathless.

Pulling away from her mouth, Trent rolled Amber onto her stomach before grabbing a pillow and pushing it beneath her hips. 

Trent's hands roamed over Amber's curves, his fingers skimming along the swell of her hips and thighs. He positioned himself behind her, the head of his cock nudging at her entrance.

"You ready for this?" he asked gruffly, his voice thick with desire. "I'm going to fuck you hard from behind."

Amber moaned in anticipation, pushing back against him invitingly. "Yes... please... I need it so bad."

Trent groaned at the sensation of Amber's warm flesh pressing against him. With a low growl, he thrust forward in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt inside her.

"Oh fuck!" Amber cried out at the sudden invasion, her body arching up off the bed as Trent filled her. "You're so deep!"

"Yeah?" Trent panted into her ear as he began to move within her. "You like that?”

Trent's hands gripped Amber's hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled out slowly before slamming back in with a grunt. He set a punishing pace, each thrust hitting that sweet spot inside her that made Amber see stars. 

"Take it all," he growled against the nape of her neck, his hot breath fanning over her skin. "Every inch... you were made for this. You were made for me.” 

Amber’s breath hitched at Trent’s words, her eyes brimming with tears that had nothing to do with any sexual pleasure and everything to do with a sobering fact. 

The minute she left him, the minute she returned to London. She returned to being an option to a man that didn’t want commitment. 

[furybymoonlight]

See Me (Now) – Part II

Pairing: Trent Alexander Arnold x OC/Reader

Warning/Genre: NSFW!, Age Gap, Angst, Suggestive Theme, Smut, friends to lovers

Part I

Part III (final)

***

“I don’t want you to dance with other man…and this dress…way too sexy.”

He said slowly, putting emphasize on each word. She could see that he was trying to restrain his emotions, but his words triggered her. Who the hell did he think he was?

***

Why am I such a wuss?

She had been staring at her phone screen for the past hours, endlessly debating whether she should call Trent or not. It’s been a week since the kiss. The new year was around the corner, and she still avoided being alone with Trent as best as she could. Thankfully, this festive season was a busy one for Liverpool with no long period in between matches.

There were of course, instances that required her to interact with him, their parents were best friends after all, and even when things were awkward between them, she wouldn’t pass the chance to support him and watch him played live. So she went to the games, cheered for him in every match, yet every time he approached her, she decided to play dumb, pretending like nothing had happened between them and kept the conversation casual. Surprisingly, the footballer played along with it, didn’t attempt to press her for a moment alone to talk about the kiss. She even began to doubt whether it had been real.

Yet how could it not be? When she could still remember his taste….or how his palm burned the uncovered skin at the curves of her hip as he pinned her to the wall. It didn’t help that now she paid more attention to how his muscles rippled when he played in the field or how his smile made her heart did a double somersault.

She was not blind, she knew that Trent had grown up to be a good-looking man, even good looking was putting it mildly. Tall with lean yet defined physique, skin and eyes in the sweetest shades of caramel, bright smile that never failed to make her life somehow better, even at her less than stellar moments….the man was absolutely gorgeous.

Was she attracted to him? She used to see him just as a younger brother, until at a certain point she simply couldn’t anymore. She always tried to push that notion away though, ‘tried’ being the operative verb. Mainly because after all, they were…well – them. Trent was the first one she called when she had been accepted to her dream uni or when she randomly saw a cute dog on the street. Just like she was the one he first reached out to when he had a difficult game or when there’s a new Drake album coming up. They had always been there for each other, in grand moments and everything in between. Their connection was so precious, she didn’t dare to risk changing it in the slightest. It had never crossed her mind as well that Trent would want their relationship to be romantic, but the kiss definitely proved otherwise, right?

The ringing of her phone snapped her out of her reverie. It was Maddie, one of her close high school friends, asking her if she would want to have a girls’ night out at a newly opened club downtown. Club wasn’t really her scene, but she felt she’d be going crazy if she was alone with her mind for much longer, plus, it was rare than she could hang out with her old friends. So she dressed up, wearing her go-to little black dress that molded her body in all the right places and headed out.

***

“So….how are things with you and Trent?”

Maddie suddenly asked and she almost choked on her dirty martini as her friend raised a knowing brow. They were currently at the bar tables, volunteering to order shots for the others.

“We’re just close friends.” She said as she drank the rest of her cocktail in one go. Seemed like she needed a stronger drink to get through the night.

Maddie tilted her head, looking unimpressed.

“Huh…tell yourself that the next time you two exchange starry eyes across the room when the other side isn’t looking.”

Had they been doing that? Or more importantly, had Trent? She was about to inquire more when her friend spoke again.

“Well, speaking of the devil.”

Maddie’s words made her turn her head, just in time to see Trent entering the room with his teammates, looking devastatingly handsome in a simple white shirt paired with a well fitted black trousers, complimented by a black leather jacket. Her lips reflexively tugged into a small smile, jeez she had it bad. Thankfully it didn’t seem like he had seen her, as she was standing near one of the grand club pillars.

“Just talk to him. I’ll go bring the drinks to our table.”

Maddie chuckled before walking away with the row of shots.

Collecting her courage took a while, but just as she was about to step forward, a flock of girls swarmed around the players. One girl sauntered dangerously close to Trent. She was incredibly pretty, dressed in a red clothing that left none to imagination. She saw them chatted just for a few seconds before the girl smashed their mouths together.

Her belly churned, and she could literally feel her heart cracked. She turned away and returned to the bar, eyes felt hot with unshed tears. She didn’t see that he pushed the girl off of him right away.

A hollow laugh left her mouth. Stupid. She was just beyond stupid. How could she ever thought that Trent wanted her to be his girlfriend now? The kiss must be just a joke for him, such a cruel joke. Maddie was definitely mistaken in her observation.

Trent had changed, he was not the shy sweet boy from the neighborhood that, even though he grumbled a lot, was willing to play girly games with her anymore. He was a top class footballer now, rich and handsome, with pretty girls, most probably models, threw themselves at him anywhere he walked.

It was not that she was unattractive. She was not plain by any means, and had received compliments here and there, but she was not model-like. She always felt her bum was a bit too big, and she often hoped her thigh could be slimmer. She was merely a uni student, taking chemistry engineering for God’s sake. It couldn’t get any nerdier than that…and more unsuitable to his glamorous world. She took a deep breath, shaking her head. She never felt that they were so different than at that moment.

“Tequila, double shots, please.”

She said to the bartender after she was sure she would not break down, at least not then. She just wanted to not think at that moment.

She swallowed one small glass after another like her life depended on it. She didn’t know how many shots she had taken. It was not enough to be absolutely wasted but enough to build a fog around her brain, which was exactly what she needed.

A man suddenly sat right beside her, asking her for a dance. He was good looking, in a neat kind of way, with slick black hair. He was not really her type, but hey, she just wanted to escape tonight, and the man could be a good distraction. Besides, it was just a dance.

She let him lead her to the dance floor. Closing her eyes, she swayed her body in rhythm of the music. The man put his hands on her waist and began to dance as well. Dan was his name if she heard him right, or perhaps it was Dane? She really couldn’t care less. Dan’s hands started to slide to the small of her back, then slid down close to her arse. It just felt wrong. She was about to push Dan away, but someone beat her to it, with a rather unnecessary force at that.

“What’s your problem, man?!”

“Stay away from her. She’s with me.”

Trent’s voice pierced the fog in her mind, and before she knew it, he already dragged her away.

They walked briskly passed his teammates who were lounging on a long sofa, but then Trent continued leading her away. She awkwardly waved at them with one hand. Robbo opened his mouth, clearly wanted to say something, but Trent shook his head. Usually, it would not deter the Scotsman from anything, but something in the Right Back expression that moment managed to shut him up.

She tried to remove her hand from his grip, but he just tightened it, so she just let him. She didn’t want to make a scene and she was kind of grateful that Trent had managed to remove the stranger from her.

Her appreciation died the instance he pinned her into the wall of the club’s exclusive seating space. It was situated at the separate corner of the club. It did not have a door, but had a divider, granting them enough privacy since the guest there had to ring for the server to come.

“What are you doing?!”

His usually warm brown eyes were cold, his tone scathing. He looked like he was up for blood and if she was anyone else, she would have feared him. Yet she knew Trent would never harm her…at least not physically.

“Well, what were you doing?!”

She snapped at him.

“What?”

His expression morphed into confusion. She shook her head, trying hard to tame down the bitter emotion within her.

“Nothing, I… I better get back to Maddie and the girls. Thanks for helping me with the man though. I owe you one.”

She attempted to break free, but the younger man wouldn’t budge. His fingers dug into her shoulder, keeping her on the spot.

“You owe me an explanation.”

“For dancing with a man? You gotta be shitting me.”

“I don’t want you to dance with other man…and this dress…way too sexy.”

He said slowly, putting emphasize on each word. She could see that he was trying to restrain his emotions, but his words triggered her. Who the hell did he think he was?

“Well in this last hour I found out that I don’t want a lot of things to happen to me, but they did anyway. We can’t always have what we want, can we?!”

“What do you want?!”

Perhaps it was liquid courage, or perhaps she was just at her breaking point, but she exploded there and then.

“You want to know what I want?! Fine!! I want our kiss to not happen because now I can’t keep my feelings towards you in check!! I want you to not kiss the girl in red tonight! I want you to not see other girls at all…”

Her voice gradually got quieter as more and more tears streaming down her face, blurring her vision. She fisted her hands and put them against his chest. She closed her eyes. She was already pathetic enough, she didn’t want to see him pitying her.

“I want you…to see me as a woman…only me. Why can’t you just….see me, Trent?”

She said in a broken, trembling whisper. Her heart was bleeding, and nothing can salvage it.

Trent softly cupped her face, thumbs tracing her cheeks to wipe her tears, but still she cried and kept her eyes shut.

“Look at me.”

He said and she stubbornly shook her head, but then her breath hitched in her throat as he closed the gap between their lips. Unlike their first kiss, which started out quite tentative, this time he didn’t give her a chance to resist him. He plundered her mouth, sinful tongue sneaking through to meet hers. He feasted on her like he had been hungry for months and she let him, because if this was the last time she could kiss him then she would take whatever she could get. She could be gone the next day, back to uni, mending her heart far away from this city, and this man. She just hoped to God that there was still some part of her heart remaining.

She wept inside as the man abruptly ended the kiss, only for him to lift her up. His strong hands on the base of her thighs, he pressed her against the wall. Reflexively, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her dress now bunched up, baring her thighs, and she bit back a moan as the movement created a delicious friction on their nether regions.

He stared into her eyes, dark toffee eyes lit up with desire, and some other emotions that she couldn’t decipher yet.

“You’re all I can see, damn it.”

He hissed at her. Then he sealed their lips together in a fiery kiss, before moving on to the delicate skin of her neck. Propping her up just with his left hand, he then used his right to push down the thin straps of her dress, baring her shoulder to him. He traced the juncture of her neck with his lips before biting on the sensitive skin. This time, she couldn’t hold back her moan and she felt him smirk against her skin.

He kissed her again while gently bringing her legs that had been crossed at the small of his back down so she could stand up. She wobbled, putting her hands on his broad shoulder to steady herself. God, her insides felt like liquid fire.

“Trent – “

She yelped as his fingers suddenly slid pass her thin underwear, which was shamefully drenched at this point.

“Ssshh so wet….all for me, isn’t it?”

She could only nod and bit her lower lip as long, deft fingers moved inside her, pouring oil to the fire within her. Her eyes started to flutter shut.

“Eyes on me.”

As if under a spell, she instantly obeyed, trapped in his dark eyes, letting him take in every detail of her expression as he pleasured her with his talented fingers. It felt just like seconds, or maybe it really was. At one point, his thumb pressed on the tiny nub at the top of her drenched entrance and she came undone, her cry of release swallowed by his mouth. Their lips clung for a while, and some time had passed before Trent helped her to wear her dress properly again.

“Let’s go.”

Trent said as he took of his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulder, then put an arm around her waist, pulling her to his side.

“Where are we going?”

She asked automatically, though she didn’t really care at this point, her mind still fogged by the release that he gave her.

“My place, not a fan of other men seeing you in this dress at all, definitely not gonna risk them seeing you naked.”

Author’s Note: Ahh, always a fan of the old-age misunderstanding/jealousy trope. LOL. Please don’t sue me. Anyway, this was longer than I had imagined. It looks like it will be three parts instead of two, the next would be the last, I am sure this time. Please let me know what you think and thank you for reading, whoever you are <3

[benedictscanvas]

filling an empty vase - roy kent x reader

pairing: roy kent x reader

word count: 3.4k (genuinely don't know how that happened)

warnings: language (duh) and some suggestive themes. the word shagging, which is too british not to include i'm afraid

a/n: this was an anonymous request that i'm not going to put here because it kinda ruins the whole plot! but it was such a fabulous request, so thank you anon, for giving me so much space to play. if you're not sure this is your request, you mentioned "Mr I Never Smile Kent" which funnily enough, made me smile!! enjoy sunflowers <3

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You were such a professional in so many ways, but yet again you found your focus drifting during your meeting with the rest of the coaches. Your eyes find Roy’s face with such ease, lingering on the newly thicker beard he’s been sporting recently, then travelling down to broad shoulders, ones that fill out the door frame so nicely when he folds his arms. You’re so lucky he’s always folding his arms.

Before you can move onto admiring those arms, you see his head turn towards you and you look away before you can be caught. Instead of glancing at his face to see if he’s still looking at you, you decide it’s easier to join the conversation. As the goalkeeping coach, there isn’t always much you can contribute to these discussions, but they’re very insistent on including you.

“The only thing you need to be careful of is their counter-press,” you chime in, “Mind that the boys don’t get complacent in possession or my guy will be a sitting duck out there.”

“Good thinkin, Abe Lincoln. Why don’t we add that to our pre-game talk, coach, make sure someone’s watchin’ Zoreaux’s back at all times?”

“Already writing it down, coach,” Beard replied, gaining a double thumbs up from Ted who then continued talking. Even though you’d hardly been listening, you knew to do enough research beforehand so that you were free to let your mind wander and only speak up with a few key points.

You tune back in when you recognise the gruff tone of the very man you’re trying not to admire again.

“No. Y/N stole my fucking thing. I’ve gone over the rest in training,” he says dryly, and you duck your head to your lap to hide your smirk. Of course the two of you were on the same page about strategy, you always were. Usually he got to say it before you though, “Can we go now?”

“Unless anyone’s got anythin’ they want to add?” Ted looks around at everyone’s blank and frankly, very tired faces, “Not even somethin’ personal? Deep dark secret? Scandalous love affair, that kinda thing? Higgins, you look like there’s somethin’ right on the tip of that tongue.”

“I’m leaving,” Roy announced, walking into his office and shutting the door, even going so far as to shut the blinds on both windows before he presumably sat at his desk. You sighed and got up from your perch on the desk to take a step towards the dressing room.

“Afraid I’ve got some work to get done before I go home too,” you say, trying to be at least slightly nicer than Roy about it, “We can get personal tomorrow, alright Ted?”

He agrees with a happy grin on his face and you say goodbye to him, Beard and Trent collectively with a salute before turning on your heel and waving a goodbye to any of the team still around as you leave. You don’t go far. Unable to help yourself, you knock on Roy’s office door from the other side and shuffle your weight between your feet as you wait.

“Fuck off,” comes the greeting, so you open the door and slip inside.

“Even if it’s me?”

His head turns at the sound of your voice and suddenly his features look a special kind of soft, even in the harsh overhead lighting. He swivels his chair fully to face you, but makes no other move.

“Especially if it’s you,” he confirms, folding his arms again like he knew the effect he had on you, “You’re a fucking pervert.”

You gasp, clutching at the door handle behind you in a show of shock.

“I’m a what?”

“You heard me. Staring at me like you do in meetings wasn’t in your job description when we hired you, last I checked.”

“Last I checked, shagging your goalkeeping coach wasn’t in your job description, but you made pretty quick work of it.”

That was enough to get him moving. He’s quick out of his chair for a man with a bad knee, quick to crowd you against the wall just next to the door. Someone would have to really peer in to see the two of you, something he’d probably calculated even though your mind was already blank at the new proximity. 

“You’re right,” he says, voice sinfully low, hands either side of your hips but not touching you yet, “And I was staring at you the whole fucking meeting anyway, so I’m a pervert and a hypocrite.”

“Well, I don’t know if I can keep on with you if you’re both. One of them, maybe I can look past it, but both?”

Finally, one hand comes off the wall to stroke a line down your side with the backs of his knuckles. You try not to give him the satisfaction of shivering, but fail miserably.

“Think you can brave it?” he murmurs, that same hand brushing along your cheekbone, still all rough knuckles instead of his palm, “I’ll take you to Big Tesco later.”

Your whole face brightens despite the heavy tension that had settled like a mist in the room. You reach up to gently hold his wrist, stroking a thumb back and forth over the pulse that jumped there.

“Shit, you know the way to a girl’s heart, Kent,” you whisper, syrupy and cloying, “I take it all back. We can go as long as you like.”

The innuendo drew the growl from him that you’d been hoping for. The hand at your cheek was quick to turn until he was cupping your face and pulling you into him, kissing you deep and slow and longingly. Each kiss with him was better than the last. Yes, it had started hot and desperate after a month of unbearable electricity between you, a rushed encounter at a hotel after a particularly adrenaline-filled away game. 

Ever since, Roy had slowed things down. Not in the way you’d perhaps expected - he was still hot and heavy whenever the two of you got the chance, but he was taking his time with you. Teasing and learning. Nobody had ever treated you like this before, like you were something to be revered. Worshipped.

It was the same now, as he anchored himself with a hand on your back, pulling you further in, kissing you with genuine hunger.

“Roy? Can I come and get my stuff.”

Trent. It was always Trent. You liked the man so much, spent a lot of time with him, in fact, but if he interrupted you and Roy one more time, you had half a mind to hide his manuscript or something.

Roy did his special silent groan that he did whenever he couldn’t groan aloud, where he glared at the ceiling as he broke away from you and then clenched his fists in front of him. It was adorable, not that you would tell him that.

“All good,” you whisper, despite it definitely not being all good. It was entirely a joint decision not to tell the team about the two of you yet, but sometimes you wished you could announce it to the whole fucking world if it would get you some alone time.

You squeeze his hand and slip away to the adjoining door between his and Ted’s office. You hear Roy grunt for Ted to come in behind you, but you squeeze through into the other room before you hear any more of their inevitably one-sided conversation. Ted turns to you brightly as you enter.

“Decided you wanted to get personal sooner, Y/N?” he grins, and you can tell he isn’t really serious.

“Just forgot my keys,” you said sheepishly, retrieving them from the desk where you’d left them completely on purpose. It was always good to have a back-up plan and Roy wasn’t the only quick thinker between you, “See you tomorrow, Coach.”

“Can’t wait, coach!”

As you exit for real this time, glancing into Roy’s office as you pass, you take out your phone to shoot him a text. You’re saved under an unassuming name in his phone, so even if Trent sees it, he’ll be none the wiser.

We’re still on for tonight, right? The way I navigate a Big Tesco will blow your mind x

You press send with a smile to yourself, continuing on towards your office to pack up for the evening. Your phone buzzes before you even get there.

You blow my mind every fucking day. See you soon x

God, you could clutch your phone to your chest and squeal in the corridor, but instead, you speed up your walk to get home as quickly as possible. There was no harm in getting all dressed up to go to the supermarket when you were going with an insanely fit professional footballer, you reasoned.

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Big Tesco. The place dreams are made of, or at least it was when you were younger and felt like you could get lost in the aisles and never return. Nowadays, it was likely nostalgia that kept you coming back, but it still felt like your first Big Tesco trip with Roy was a pretty big deal.

Mainly you needed snacks for movie night, but Roy was happy to indulge you and drive twenty minutes away for this if that’s what you wanted.

“If we’re doing Julia Roberts, we have to do Pretty Woman, obviously.”

“And Erin fucking Brockovich,” Roy agreed, “But if we do Sandra Bullock, we get the modern day masterpiece that is Miss Congeniality.”

“Oh, I still need to see that one!”

Roy stops, Pringles tube hovering above the trolley. He looks at you like he’s seeing you for the first time and he doesn’t like what he sees.

“Right, we’re doing Bullock then, if I have to fucking culture you as well as buy your snacks.”

“We’re splitting the snacks-”

“The fuck we are,” he cut in, already contradicting himself, “I was fucking joking, please can we not get into another snack debate. You bought them last time.”

“Fine. And I’m happy with Sandy, too, so you win twice, buddy,” you grin at him, not expecting him to grin back but ecstatic when he does. You have half a mind to press him up against the Doritos and finish what you’d started earlier, but you have plenty of time for that in appropriate places later.

You had all night, in fact, post-Sandra Bullock marathon. The thought brings a particular movie to mind.

“As long as we throw Two Weeks Notice in there too.”

“Hugh Grant? No.”

“Oh come on, he’s a national treasure,” you argue, sliding your arm through his as the two of you continue your journey through the aisles.

“He’s a fucking idiot, is what he is,” Roy bites back, as he picks up the chocolate he knows you love, “I’ll allow The Proposal.”

“You know what, that’s a better choice anyway. We have a deal if we can make a stop in the homeware section after this?” you say hopefully, excited when he sighs and nods. You kiss his shoulder as you continue walking, “We’re so fucking good at this compromising shit!”

You lean away from him enough to hold your hand up for a high five. He indulges you reluctantly with a light slap from his own.

“We are. It’s cause I’m so fucking nice.”

“To me,” you add, staring up at him as he slows the trolley to a stop beside the biscuits. He takes your face in his hands after a moment.

“To you, yeah,” he agrees, voice all soft like it had been earlier. You’re not going to kiss him senseless in a supermarket, the two of you had some shame and a lot of love for privacy, but it was nice to indulge in something like this, a sweet moment shared without fear of anyone seeing the two of you. You turn your head to kiss his palm, “You’ve sent me all fucking soft.”

“You love it.”

“Love you, more like,” he says, for the first fucking time, in a Big Tesco. You’d found out you were getting a party bus for your 10th birthday here too, so it was a location for big occasions. You kiss his palm; once, twice, three times.

“You have to say the I or it doesn’t mean anything,” you tease, but you’re beaming up at him as he strokes the skin underneath your eyes and you almost let them flutter shut.

“Who fucking told you that? Sounds like shit Jamie would say.”

“Jan Maas.”

“Fucking prick,” he says, then a moment later, “I love you, then, if you fucking insist.”

“I do insist,” you giggle, leaning forward until your face is in his chest so you can safely say: “I love you too.”

Its a little muffled, but thankfully he doesn’t ask you to repeat it again like you think he will. He just wraps his arms around your shoulders and keeps you close to him for a long while.

“Roy? Hey boyo!!”

You freeze in place, face still hidden. If anything, Roy’s arms tighten around you rather than letting go as he turns to see Colin waving at him, alongside Sam, Isaac, Jamie and the aforementioned Jan Maas. They all pile over towards him and you know its a matter of time before they realise its you. Jamie’s already bounding over as if he’s won the lottery.

“Roy’s got a girl! A real woman, like!” Jamie exclaims as he reaches them and you decide to get this over with sooner than later, lifting your head to stare at him wearily. He frowns, “Oh. Y/N, hiya.”

Of course he isn’t connecting any dots. He isn’t quite the connecting type, however much you love him to little pieces. Sam is staring at you a lot more knowingly, Isaac stuck with his mouth open. They’ve all caught on a little quicker than Jamie.

“The two of you together,” Jan muses, “I do not believe this is a pairing made to last.”

“Oi, Jan Maas,” Isaac pipes up, especially as Roy’s already stepped forward to threaten him, “Not cool.”

“I am just telling you the truth. You are both a little grumpy, you will not have the needed balance.”

“We’re balancing perfectly fucking well, thank you,” Roy says, and you can hear that he’s gritting his teeth, “As a team. Of coaches. Because that’s what we fucking are.”

Oh, he was going to play the ‘it wasn’t what it looked like’ card? You weren’t expecting it, but you’d happily back him up if he wanted you to.

“You are telling me that was a friend hug?” Sam asks, voice full of disbelief. You look up at Roy to see what he’ll say to that, but he’s already looking down at you with an untraceable look on his face. When he finally looks back at the boys, he takes your hand in his.

“No. It was a fucking boyfriend-girlfriend hug, alright? Any of you tell anyone before we do and I’ll feed you to a fucking monitor lizard.”

You’d watched a documentary about them last night that had likely led to that threat. Jamie’s snickering but tries to sober up when Roy immediately turns to him. He holds his hands up in surrender.

“I’m sorry mate, I am, I’ve jus’ never heard a grown man say ‘boyfriend-girlfriend’ before,” he says, back to giggling by the end of his sentence and Jan Maas is quick to dissolve into full blown laughter. You bring a hand up to your mouth to hide your own amusement, lest Roy feel betrayed by it.

“Right, fuck off and leave us alone then. We’re on a tight fucking movie night schedule and I won’t have you twats throwing us off.”

“Hey! That’s why we’re here! If we’re all doing movie night, why don’t you join us?” Sam asks, and you can see he’s teasing even if Roy can’t tell. Still, you take it as an opportunity to stake your claim as you wrap an arm around Roy’s bicep and cling to him.

“Look, you lot hog this man all day every day. I’m taking him home and we’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”

It was very Roy of you, just with the addition of a wink at the end that told the boys you were half-joking. Jamie seemed almost impressed, while Sam was trying not to laugh at you. That man never took you seriously, and you loved it.

“We’ll leave you to it then,” Isaac decided, dragging Jamie backwards a little by the collar when he opened his mouth to tease Roy one final time, “Enjoy your night, yeah? See you tomorrow.”

Roy grunted his goodbye, but you waved back at them when they waved, mostly at you. Jamie mouthed something at Roy but, luckily for you both, Roy couldn’t work it out.

“Pricks,” he mutters once they’re far away enough not to hear him and you let out a little snort.

“They were very nice about that, you know? I was expecting a lot worse,” you said, pleasantly surprised at the lack of proper teasing. You knew there was likely more to come once they’d had a while to process it, but still. There was a certain weight lifted knowing that someone had finally been told.

“Do people not say boyfriend-girlfriend anymore?” he asks abruptly, looking down at you from where you’re still clinging to him. You grin at up at him.

“We should bring it back. I love boyfriend-girlfriend. I think that’s how we should introduce ourselves to people from now on.”

He rolled his eyes at the sarcasm in your voice, but tugged you into a quick, public appropriate kiss nonetheless.

“Let’s get you some fucking hobnobs and then we can go and look at fancy glassware, yeah?,” he announces, shaking his head with such obvious fondness when you cheer and turn to the biscuits. He stays close, a hand hovering near your back, and you’re a little worried movie night might be forgotten when you get home given how handsy the two of you have been all day. You resume your shopping tucked into his side, and only bump into the boys twice more on your trip around the wonders of Big Tesco.

Later, when you’re eventually curled into Roy’s side during a movie night that started way later than intended, your phone buzzes a few too many times in a row to ignore. You glance at Roy quizzically as you grab it, seeing a bunch of texts coming in from Sam.

Couldn’t resist. Don’t let Roy hate me. I’ve deleted them on my phone now, so they’re just yours. Lunch tomorrow?

Roy grumbled a little beside you as he read over your shoulder, but really he should have gotten used to your occasional lunch plans with Sam by now, even if he liked having you all to himself for at least one hour during the day. You settle into him even more as you scroll through a bunch of photos Sam’s attached with wide eyes.

You staring up at Roy. Roy kissing you. The grins on both your faces when you part. Then one that has you reeling, where you’re facing the biscuits with your hands on your hips and Roy is looking at you. Enthralled. You’re not even fucking doing anything.

“That little shit,” Roy breathes, squeezing your thigh where his hand was already resting.

“I love them,” you say instead of responding, tilting your head back to look at Roy, “Our first proper photos together.”

“They look like a fucking pap took them,” he complains, but he's still studying them and you can tell he likes them really.

“Look how happy we look," you’re stuck on how he looks at you when you’re not even looking at him. When there’s nothing to be gained from it. You glance at the new vase sitting on your coffee table, with fresh flowers Roy had insisted on because 'if we're getting a fucking vase we have to fucking fill it'. Here he was, filling your life with so many little pieces of joy.

“Well we are fucking happy, aren’t we?”

There's a little bit of vulnerability in his question, like he needs confirmation. You lock your phone and toss it to the side, knowing you can reply to Sam in a bit. For now, you pause the movie and clamber to straddle Roy’s lap, seeing that look on his face again as he stares up at you. It only spurs you on.

“We’re very fucking happy, Roy.”

He grins, which is rare, but then he kisses you and that’s not rare at all.

(roy makes a mental note to thank sam for the pictures tomorrow, even if he tells him to do extra laps in the same sentence to maintain the balance)

[lomltrentarnold]

could you do a fic where trent gets asked questions about y/n in an interview and he starts blushing etc

❛ soft launched. ❜ — trent alexander-arnold

‣ hana’s notes : anon i love your mind!!!!!! cause when i tell u i RAN to write this 🤭 this is probably not what you expected but i hope you still enjoy it <3 they have a more like private relationship but maybe next time I’ll write when they mention each other more often or where y/n is like a famous person so stay tuned ‼️

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“So, Trent, your football career is looking amazing, your stats are blowing up—”

Trent let out a chuckle at the flowing praise, pride fuelling in his chest. But he didn’t expect the last statement to pop up.

“—and also your love life, it seems. I know you keep your relationship reclusive but that soft launch really had fans going crazy. Tell me a little about that.”

He was speechless for a second, a warm smile settling on his lips at the thought of you. He felt his body getting warm, he couldn’t stop grinning that his cheeks were starting to hurt.

“Yeah, yeah, uh,” he stumbled, words stuck in his throat and he doesn’t know which one to start with. This is his first time he’s talking about you in an interview, although you and him already knew that it was coming after the instagram post, it was still a little bit nerve wrecking.

Trent shrugged before continuing, “I’m a very private person with all of this. All that I have to say is that I’m very happy with my life right now. The support that I have right now, I’m just— uh, very very grateful to be honest. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.” he rambled, your face fresh in his mind, left him feeling all fuzzy inside.

The interviewer sent him a warm smile, he too was feeling happy for him, “Tell me what makes Y/N special.”

Trent didn’t think that they would find your name so fast, but it also wasn’t a surprise, “You guys are quick huh?” they both shared a laugh, before that love struck look glazed over his face once again, “Y/N is honestly amazing. Do you know the feeling that you’re with someone you adore, you can’t really describe it— yeah, Y/N’s probably the best thing that has happened to me.”

He stopped at that, still wanting to keep your relationship as private at possible. But that was more than enough. Everyone in the room could see how smitten he was and they all shared the same joy.

Even the interviewer knew that.

“I am glad to see you happy, Trent. You definitely deserve it.” the interviewer softly smiled at him.

“Thank you.” he chuckled as he shyly scratched the back of his neck.

• • •

Couple of days later, the interview was out.

“Trent, it’s out!” you exclaimed, running to the sofa, and snatching the remote from his hand to change it.

Trent looked at you amused, “Why’re you so excited?”

You smirked, “Why can’t I be?” you looked at him teasingly, before kissing his cheek and pressing play.

Trent was fidgety the whole time as the video plays, nervous for your reaction when you saw the specific scene.

“—and also your love life, it seems. I know you keep your relationship private but that soft launch really had fans going crazy.”

He slowly looked at you, trying to figure out your reaction. But what he saw completely left him in awe.

You were staring at the screen, wearing a proud look on your face. Your smile is so big, he can’t help but mirror it.

You didn’t know why you felt so giddy, so happy, knowing that he was talking about you, praising you, that only you (and some friends and family.) know that. It brought a sense of comfort and ego boost that you can’t explain.

You squealed when you feel warm hands engulfing your waist. Trent pulled you between his legs as he peppered the side of your face with kisses.

“Wait!—“ you laughed, “What’re you doing!” you tipped your head up, trying to look at him. But you were met with his dreads instead.

“Love you.” you heard him whisper. You pouted at your adorable boyfriend, moving your hand behind his neck and softly scratching his scalp.

“Love you too, baby.” you took him out of your neck, and landed a soft kiss on his lips, “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me too.”

Trent’s eyes went big and glassy, he was giving you that doe eyed look that made you all flustered. “So lucky to have you.” he muttered.

How lucky you were that this boy was all yours.

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Omg hi idk if you’re still taking requests but could I maybe pretty please request a Dominik fic where the reader’s Klopp’s daughter and when they’re celebrating the Carabao Cup win he accidentally kisses her in front of everybody and outs their relationship and the boys all take the piss out of them, especially Trent and Robbo?? Thank youuuu x

The Stadium Tunnel

The thrum of victory echoed down the tunnel, laughter bouncing off the cold concrete walls as the Liverpool squad spilled in, drinks in hand and spirits high. The Carabao Cup was theirs, the night electric with celebration. You hung back near the wall, trying to stay unnoticed, nursing a bottled water Klopp insisted you carry. Your father was always practical, always watching. You didn’t want to risk even the slightest tell.

Dominik Szoboszlai strode past, sweat still clinging to his hair, jersey untucked, and a grin carved deep into his face. He glanced at you, too long to be casual, and your stomach twisted. It wasn’t the glance of someone trying to keep a secret.

Your dad, thankfully, was off somewhere with his coaching staff, and you were praying he’d stay there. The last thing you needed was for him to see how Dominik’s attention lingered—how your attention lingered.

The players crowded around a table piled with drinks, Trent cracking jokes loud enough to draw a scolding from the physio about “hydration first, you idiot.” Andy Robertson smacked Trent’s shoulder and turned to Dominik.

“Oi, Szobo, lighten up,” Robbo teased, noticing Dominik hadn’t reached for a beer yet. “You’re grinning like a lad who’s just won more than a trophy.”

Dominik chuckled, brushing it off with a shake of his head, but his eyes flickered back to you.

You shifted uncomfortably, picking at the label on your water bottle. Why did his looks feel so obvious now? Why did you suddenly feel seen?

The noise around the table grew louder—someone had started a chant, the kind of drunken nonsense that only got worse with each repeat. Dominik moved away from the chaos, angling toward you.

“Shouldn’t you be celebrating?” he said softly, close enough for only you to hear.

“I am,” you murmured, avoiding his eyes. “Just… not like them.”

His laugh was low, private. “You don’t think I noticed? You’ve been hiding all night.”

“I’m not hiding.”

“You are,” he said, his tone sharper now, his gaze daring. “And for what? You think they don’t know? You think I can—”

“Dom, stop.” Your voice cut him off, the weight of his name dragging tension into the air between you.

He sighed, leaning back against the wall next to you, shoulders brushing. You shouldn’t have let it linger. The heat of his presence made your chest tight, made it harder to stick to your resolve.

Then someone shouted his name. Trent.

Dominik straightened quickly, his face snapping into something careful and blank, but Trent was already walking toward you both, Robbo close behind him.

“Mate,” Trent said, pointing a bottle in his direction. “You’re acting weird. What’re you hiding over here for?” His eyes flicked between the two of you, curiosity sharp.

“I’m not hiding anything,” Dominik said too quickly.

Robbo squinted at him, grinning. “Oh, aye? Then why’s your face red?”

“It’s not.”

“It is!” Robbo crowed, delighted now. “Isn’t it, Trent? He’s blushing.”

You folded your arms, trying to stay invisible, but Robbo’s attention shifted like a hawk spotting prey. His eyes narrowed on you, then back to Dominik.

“Oh,” he said, the realization landing like a dropped pint. “Ohhh.”

Dominik bristled. “Robbo—”

But it was too late.

“No way,” Robbo said, incredulous, smirking now. “Trent, look at this. Szoboszlai’s got a thing for the boss’s daughter.”

Your face flamed. “Shut up,” you snapped, but the damage was done.

“Wait, wait,” Trent said, eyes wide. “Are you serious?” He looked between you and Dominik, his grin widening. “Oh, mate. This is too good.”

Dominik groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it?” Robbo pressed, grinning wickedly.

“It’s none of your business,” Dominik shot back, jaw tight.

The noise of the room suddenly shifted, louder, closer. You glanced up—and there he was. Your father. Jurgen Klopp stood at the edge of the tunnel, his presence like a thundercloud rolling in.

And then it happened.

You didn’t even see Dominik move. One second he was glaring at Robbo, and the next, his hand was on your arm, pulling you toward him—and he kissed you.

It wasn’t subtle. It wasn’t hidden. It wasn’t safe.

The room went dead silent.

When Dominik finally pulled back, the color drained from his face. His lips parted like he was going to say something, but no words came out.

Your father’s expression was unreadable.

And then the noise exploded—laughter, whistles, shouts of disbelief. Trent doubled over, Robbo clutching his chest like he couldn’t breathe from laughing so hard.

“Mate!” Trent wheezed. “You kissed her! In front of the gaffer!”

“Jesus Christ,” Robbo said, wiping tears from his eyes. “You’ve got balls, Szoboszlai. I’ll give you that.”

Dominik looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole, but you weren’t much better. Your father’s eyes locked on you, then on Dominik, his mouth a thin line of barely-contained emotion.

“Office,” he said finally, his voice clipped. “The second we get back.”

Dominik swallowed hard, glancing at you briefly before nodding.

As he followed Klopp out with his eyes , the lads started up again, the ribbing relentless.

“You’re a dead man, Dom!” Trent called after him, laughing.

And somewhere in the chaos, as your heart pounded and your face burned, you couldn’t decide if you wanted to strangle Dominik—or kiss him again.

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Long Time Coming I Chapter 16 I Stop, You're Losing Me

Summary: Being hired as the first female assistant coach in the league was a challenge of it itself. Being a football prodigy and University Football Legend was easy enough. Coaching Jamie Tartt was a challenge all on its own.

Chapter Summary: Reader and Jamie are going through a rough patch and end up in Man City

Word Count: 5.4K

Warning: Angst, tears,

Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve 13 14 15

A/N: Thank you so much to @sokkigarden for reading this ahead of time and giving me notes! We have one chapter left after this one!!! Can't wait!

There was something wrong with Jamie. Ever since he came back from the international break things had been different. I’d prepared this whole big dinner for him with sexy lingerie and his favorite meals, and he’d enjoyed the whole night very thoroughly. But the next day, he was distant. Like I’d hurt him or something. I tried to ask him about it but he assured me there was nothing wrong, and that he was fine.

That was a few weeks ago and nothing had gotten better. I was so frustrated with myself. I’d wrack my brain trying to figure out what I’d done wrong, how I’d upset him that night. But nothing came to my mind.

         “It’s like he’s avoiding me,” I whined to Roy, spinning in my chair. I’d moved so I was in his office between him and Trent. “But I don’t know what I did.”

Roy grunted. This was how our conversations usually went. I’d come into his office when Trent wasn’t there, spin in my little chair and complain, and he’d grunt every now and then to let me know he was listening. Or half listening. He ‘didn’t want to get in my business because he doesn’t fucking care’”

         “I just… what if he wants to break up with me,” I whisper the words, finally stilling in my chair.

I’d tried not to consider that possibility, but it was very likely that he did want to break up. I’d obviously upset him somehow. But it was so sudden. We were doing so well. And our love had never been stronger. Maybe he’d gone to Italy and slept with someone else. That sent a shiver down my spine.

         “He doesn’t want to break up with you,” Roy grumbled, putting his pen down. “He’s just a twat that doesn’t know how to express his emotions”

         “How do you know he doesn’t want to break up with me?”

         “Cause he fucking adores you and talks about you all the time on our runs and it’s fucking annoying that’s why,” He shot back.

I smiled softly at the thought of Jamie running along talking about me. He’d become incredibly fit over the season. Not that he wasn’t fit before but now he could run longer, lift heavier, and move quicker.

         “He talks about me?” I checked, looking at Roy hopefully.

He rolled his eyes at me as he stood up and grabbed his jacket. “Yes, he does. Now I have to go to a stupid press conference and sit next to him while they boost his stupid ego after getting player of the month.”

         “He’s barely mentioned that, you know,” I tell Roy, standing to move my chair back to my desk. “It’s weird.”

         “He’s trying to be all humble about it, it’s fucking annoying.” He rolled his eyes and started out of the room. “Stop worrying about it!”

I wouldn’t stop worrying about it. I would continue to worry about it even when Colin, Isaac and Will brought back some kebabs from some Greek restaurant they’d gone to. They were delicious and all I could think about was Jamie’s mopey face as he went into the conference room.

But the real kicker was when Ted brought in a special guest.

         “My name is Dottie Lasso, it’s great to meet you,” Dottie introduced before wrapping me up in a hug.

         “Oh! Wow! Hi!” I greeted, shooting Ted a look. He just shrugged and motioned towards his mother. “I’m (Y/N), it’s great to meet you.”

         “It is such a pleasure to meet you, Ted talks about you all the time!”

I raised my eyebrows as she pulled away, smirking at Ted. “Oh, does he?”

She nodded, chuckling. “He thinks you’re the bee’s knees, sweetheart.”

         “I wasn’t aware bees had knees, but I appreciate it!” I replied, smiling at her.

Dottie Lasso brings in a big fuss as all the boys flock to her, listening to her stories of a young Ted Lasso. It was amusing to watch but Ted apparently did not think so as he watched her prattle on about his first time riding a bike.

I watched from my corner of the room, standing near the white board as we all enjoyed our meal and the stories. All except Jamie. He’s the only thing I had my eyes on the whole time as he stared vacantly at the floor. 

That was until Van Damme turned to Jamie with his nose guard on. It look ridiculous, of course, and normal Jamie would have taken the chance to make fun of him, but today, when Van Damme called on him Jamie just shrugged.

         “I think it’s more important to be safe than look cool,” he replied.

The room was silent as everyone stared at Jamie in surprise. I gave Roy a pointed look that said ‘I told you so’ before he rolled his eyes and turned around.

         “Oi! Tartt!” he barked, and the whole room flinched. “Boot room! Now!”

The two of them trudged off into the boot room, leaving me alone with the boys in the locker room. Part of me wanted to follow, to hear what they were walking about, but I knew Jamie needed to open up… to someone if not me.

I sighed and walked into my office where Ted was.

         “Well, it’s certainly been an interesting day, hasn’t it,” I groaned, tying my hair up into a ponytail.

         “That’s one way of putting it,” Ted grumbled back to me. “Say, is Jamie doing alright?”

I shook my head rubbing a hand down my face. “Couldn’t tell you.”

Ted looked over at me sympathetically. “Hey, whatever’s going on between the two of you, you’re gonna figure it out.”

         “I really hope so, Ted, I really do.”

…

I sat on Jamie’s bed that night as he packed. He was silent as he did, throwing clothes into a bag half-heartedly. I watched him, looking over the top of my phone, trying to pretend I wasn’t watching him, but I was.

         “Jamie?”

         “What is it?”  he mumbled, staring at his toothbrush.

         “Are you okay?” I asked, looking between him and the toothbrush.

His head snapped up at me. “Yeah, I’m great, I’m fine. Why? Did Roy say something? Well, he’s wrong, I’m fine.”

I threw up my hands. “No, Jamie, Roy didn’t say anything, you’re acting fucking weird.” He frowned at me, his eyes darting in his head as he figured out how to respond to me. I didn’t let him figure it out though. “Jamie, I’m here for you, please just talk to me.”

         “(Y/N), I promise, nothing is wrong,” he insisted, throwing his toothbrush into his suitcase finally. I slid off of the bed and went to grab his hand, but he flinched away from me.

I took a step back. He flinched. He actually flinched away. I felt the hurt spread over my body like a web, coursing through my veins. Jamie could see it hurt me; I could see it in his eyes. But he didn’t move to comfort me.

         “Okay, fine… I guess I’ll just go then,” I squeaked, grabbing my phone off the bed.

         “(Y/N), wait,” he finally spoke.

         “No, no it’s fine,” I grabbed my jacket that was hanging off the bed. “There’s nothing wrong, you’re fine. I’m gonna go.”

I trotted down the stairs and out the door, trying to hurry so I didn’t change my mind. I could hear Jamie curse from behind the door as I rushed down the driveway. This felt all too familiar. I could see it, last season, just around this time when I poured my soul open to him and left him standing on the field. Except it hurt more this time.

Jamie was fading from me. I could feel it. I wanted to grab on, but he pulled away. He was losing me.

We didn’t speak the next morning or at all on the bus. We didn’t even sit together on the bus. I tried to pretend I was fine, that my heart wasn’t aching as Colin sat next to me instead, wearing a sympathetic look. He didn’t even share his hotel room with me when we got them assigned at the hotel. He just walked off.

The next I heard from anyone was someone knocking rapidly on my door. When I opened it, Roy and Keeley were both standing there in front of me.

         “What’s wrong with Jamie?” Roy asked.

I felt the well building up, about to boil over. I tried to stay calm but just imagining the look on Jamie’s face when I tried to touch him last night.

         “Fuck!” I cried out, the tears welling up in my eyes. I started spinning in place, flapping my hands to let out excess energy. “I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know!”

         “Fucking hell,” Roy rolled his eyes. “You and Jamie emote in very similar ways, you know?”

         “Babe, babe, breath,” Keeley grabbed onto my shoulders. “Roy said that when he talked to Jamie yesterday, he had a complete meltdown.”

         “What?”

         “Listen, listen,” She shushed. “But today I’m going to talk to him. We just wanted to see if you knew anything.”

I looked between Roy and Keeley, two of my closest friends in the world, and all three of us were coming together to help Jamie.

         “Whatever happens, (Y/N),” Keeley continued, rubbing her hands up and down. “we’re here for you, both of us.” She looked over at Roy who nodded minutely.

Roy stuck with me for the rest of the day. Apparently, he was on (Y/N) duty while Keeley was trying to figure out what was wrong with Jamie. Roy kept me occupied with strategy questions and making sure I knew what was going to happen at the game tomorrow.

The next time we saw either of them was at the movie night. Jamie came in and sat in the front, not even looking in my direction. Then Keeley came in and sat next to Roy passing us both buckets of popcorn.

         “How’d it go with Jamie?” Roy asked, taking the popcorn.

         “Yeah, I fucked it. I made it worse,” Keeley frowned, scrunching her nose.

         “You what?” I whisper cried.

She looked at me in an apology. “Sorry I brought up his hair and-‘”

         “You brought up his hair?” I whispered in disbelief.

         “I thought I was comforting him!” Keeley defended herself. “I’m sorry!”

I shook my head, shoving a handful of popcorn in my face. I couldn’t even focus on the movie, which ended much too soon. As soon as the movie ended, Jamie was up, and out the door and I was up and following him. Keeley squeaked and grabbed Roy to follow.

We chased Jamie outside, just catching him as he started walking down the street. Thus began our chase. Through the streets of Manchester that he trekked through easily. It made me think of him as a kid running around playing games. This was his home turf and he knew it well.

Finally, he led us down a tunnel, except when we made it to the tunnel, he was gone.

         “Where the fuck did he go?” I panted, tired from trying to keep up.

         “You said he went down there,” Keeley pointed at Roy.

Roy shook his head. “No. I said he’s in a tunnel, I didn’t say he was in this tunnel.”

They bickered back and forth but I looked around trying for any sign on him. We jumped as Jamie appeared behind us. I whipped around and stared at him. He looked so odd in the darkness with his hoodie pulled over his head. Almost annoyed that we had followed him.

“Why are you following me?” He asked.

         “Just wanted to make sure you’re okay, you prick,” Roy growled.

         “What’s going on, Jamie?” Keeley asked seriously. “Are you buying drugs?”

Jamie and I hadn’t taken our eyes off of each other. I couldn’t say anything, just stare at him, begging him to say something, anything. Just talk to me. But he just shook his head and slid between me and Keeley murmuring a ‘come on’ as he did.

It felt cold. He just brushed right past me, he didn’t even take my hand as he did. Keeley put her arm on me, sending me a comforting glance as we went to follow him. He led us through a neighborhood where some kids were kicking a ball, they shot some insults his way but he didn’t seem to mind.

Finally, we arrived at a door and when Jamie knocked, a man arrived.

         “Hey!” He cried when he saw Jamie at the door. “Jamie!” He threw open the door smiling broadly.

         “How you doing, Simon?” Jamie smiled back at him. “Uh, this is Keeley, that’s Roy, and this is… this is (Y/N).”

Simon’s eyes darted over to me before looking back at Jamie. I felt so helpless in this situation. Jamie wasn’t talking to me, Roy and Keeley couldn’t get through to him and now we’re standing at some random house in the middle of Manchester the night before a really big game.

He let us in and Jamie started walking around the hallway, seemingly looking for someone.

         “Georgie, we’ve got visitors,” Simon called up the stairs.

A voice called back from upstairs. “What was that love? Someone at the door?”

Then a woman appeared at the top of the stairs, letting out a shriek of excitement when she saw Jamie at the bottom of the stairs.

         “Hi, mummy,” He greeted, the smile on his face growing by the second. She rushed down the stairs and hugged him tight.

Mummy? Oh my god. This was his childhood home. I wanted to leave, I needed to get out of here. I tried to back up but hit the closed door behind me.

         “Mummy, I’d like to introduce you to Keeley, and this hairy prick’s Roy,” he started, not taking his arms off of his mother. “And back there, is… (Y/N).”

Again, Georgie’s eyes darted towards me quickly, then back to Jamie. “I’d come to give you a hug, but I’m not letting go of this one!”

Jamie picked her up and carried her down the hall, leaving Roy, Keeley and I reeling in the wake of whatever is going on.

We sat on their couch, cookies in hand as Jamie cuddled with his mother, prattling on about some asshole on twitter who made fun of his hair. I played with the cookie in my hand, trying to look at Jamie but he wouldn’t look at me. Why wouldn’t he look at me?

         “Babes, do you wanna give them the grand tour?” Georgie suggested. “You know, show them around a bit?”

         “Yes!” Simon clapped his hand. “Right, follow me. We will start in the kitchen, aka, my laboratory.”

He took us in the kitchen, then upstairs where he let us into a small room. He flicked on the lights.

         “And here’s the main attraction,” he announced. “Jamie’s room!”

My eyes widened as the three of us filed into his room. It was filled with football trophies and ‘A’ papers and other certificates with Jamie’s name on them. I turned around and saw Roy’s poster on the wall. It brought a smile to my face. Little Jamie Tartt who loved football and loved Roy Kent. Now Roy Kent had just followed him around Manchester because he was so worried about him.

Simon closed the door behind him, revealing yet another poster, this one of Keeley. Oh, Jamie… he was going to throw a fit when he found out. I looked around the room, at the posters, at the trophies, at the pictures. At the life that was Jamie Tartt before his father was back in his life. This Jamie was coming back, and he needed help to get there. I couldn’t just leave him now.

         “I should go… I need to… I’m gonna…” I trailed off, opening the door and walking out.

I padded down the stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible. I heard him and his mother chatting in the other room and knew I shouldn’t listen in, but something drew me to listen in.

         “Jamie… your father, he is who he is,” Georgie cooed. “And like it or not, you’ve ended up being who you are so that you can prove him wrong. And you are amazing. You are.” I felt a smile come over my face as I heard her praise him. “When you come on for England? Oh. Jesus, Jamie, I wept. I bawled my fucking eyes out.”

I bit my lip, feeling tears come to my eyes. Jamie had so much love in his life. From me, from Roy and Keeley and from his mum. He was just so afraid to accept it. She went on.

         “And, yeah, your dad will be in the stands tomorrow, pissed out of his head, rooting against you. And it won’t matter. You don’t have anything to prove to that toe rag. You’re not lost, my sexy little baby. You’re just not sure which direction you’re going in... yet.”

I heard them shuffle for a second, probably hugging and I knew I should go.

         “And something tells me, that girl standing in the hall is going to help you,” Georgie finished. My eyes widened. How the fuck did she know? “Come on out, love, you think I didn’t memorize the way it sounds when someone’s sneaking down the stairs.”

I peeked into the room, and saw Jamie still curled up on his mom’s lap. I let out a short laugh but it quickly ended as I took an incredibly shaky breath.

         “Sorry…” I apologized. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.”

Georgie waived me off, patting Jamie’s shoulder so he’d sit up. “Don’t apologize, dear, the two of you should chat, I think.”  She hopped up off the sofa, leaving Jamie sitting there and came over to hug me. I was surprised by the hug but happily accepted it. She leaned back and kissed my cheek.

         “Thank you,” She murmured. “For taking care of my boy.”

I felt my breath hitch and I nodded. She patted my shoulder before exiting the room. Now it was just Jamie and me. He wouldn’t even look at me, just chewed on his hoodie jacket and played with his fingers. I walked over and sat next to him on the sofa, not close enough to touch, even by accident.

         “Jamie I-“

         “Listen, (Y/N)-“

We both started at the same time, talking over each other.

         “You go first, Jamie,” I offered but he shook his head.

         “No, you, please,” he motioned for me to continue.

I looked at him, begging for him to look at me. I reached out and grabbed his hand, tired of not being able to touch him, and brought it to my lap.

         “Jamie I…” I tried to form the words that I needed to say. “I’ve been so fucking worried about you. And you won’t even talk to me, you won’t even fucking look at me.” I felt that familiar ball in my throat as a sob tried to make its way up, but I swallowed it down. “And… and if you don’t want to be with me anymore, I understand…”

         “What?”

         “But… please just tell me because this is excruciating.” I pushed on. “Jamie, I love you so fucking much it hurts me to see you struggling. I want to help you, to be there for you. But if you don’t want me… that’s okay. You don’t need to want me.”

         “(Y/N), please- “

         “Just let me finish,” I silence, squeezing his hand. “But I do need you to know that, whatever happens, you have changed my life. You have shown me what love is and that will never change. Okay?” Finally, I dragged my eyes up to look at him. His eyes matched the same shiny expression of mine. Unshed tears, brimming in his eyes. “I think you are amazing, okay? And that’s never going to change.”

Finally, I was done. He turned towards, finally, for the first time all night, taking both my hands in his.

         “God, (Y/N),” He sounded breathless. “I don’t want to leave you. God, I need you so bad… I need you every single day and I… I was afraid that I was too much for you. I was waiting for you to turn on me, or hate me, or something because I know I always muck it up.” His hands rubbed over mine gently.

“I knew you were stressed about this game, and I didn’t want to worry yah anymore. But I… I guess I fucked that up as well.” He laughed a bit before pausing again. “Everyone’s expecting something of me. Richmond, Man City, my dad, you. And I’m afraid I’m going to let all of you down then you won’t want me around no more.”

         “Oh, Jamie,” I moved close to him, grabbing his hand with both of mine, moving so our arms were touching. He melted into my touch. “Your whole life, you’ve been playing football for someone else. For your dad, for me, your mum. I think tomorrow, you should try playing for you.” He looked over at me, his eyes big and round. “Because I’m going to be proud of you no matter what, and so will your mum. So, make yourself proud. I think you’ll surprise yourself.”

His eyes looked back and forth between mine, and I smiled at him, trying to ignore the tears that slipped out of my eyes. I brought my hand up to his face, rubbing away some tears on his cheeks. He leaned forward and bumped his head against mine, resting his forehead on my temple.

It felt so nice to feel him on me after not touching him for so long, I pressed my nose into his cheek, taking a deep inhale. I missed him.

         “Just… talk to me next time…” I begged, quietly. “Please.”

I felt him nod against me before knocking my nose aside with his and sealing his lips over mine. I kissed him back readily, eagerly, feeling so at home again. I fight the urge to deepen the kiss and pull back after a moment, laughing breathily.

         “Guess where Roy and Keeley are right now?” I breathed out, smiling giddly at him.

He frowned, looking confused. “Where?”

         “Sitting on your bed, probably staring at the posters you have of them.”

         “Oh, god.”

We made our way upstairs, and when we opened the door to the room, Keeley and Roy flew apart from where they’d obviously been kissing just before we opened the door. Jamie and I looked at each other.

         “Sorry to interrupt,” Jamie chuckled. “But we really should get going.”

Keeley popped up first. “We’re ready!”

Roy however, sat for a moment longer before standing up and stalking out the door, patting Jamie on the shoulder as he did. Jamie stood for a moment longer, staring at his childhood room. I walked over and wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my chin on his shoulder.

         “You ready, babe?” I murmured, kissing his cheek.

He looked down at me smiling. “Yeah, I am.”

The stadium at Manchester was thrumming with excitement as we walked into the stadium. I paced in front of the bench. This was an important game. If we wanted any shot at winning the Premier league, we needed to win this game. The boys filed out onto the field and as Jamie appeared the whole stadium erupted in boos. This was not going to be an easy game for us.

Man City played dirty, especially against Jamie, constantly knocking him off the ball and knocking him to the ground. I could tell he was getting frustrated, pounding the ground with his fists in anger.

         “C’mon Jamie! Get back up!” I called to him after a particularly hard fall. He shook his head and sprung up off the ground. Then he orchestrated a beautiful goal between him, Bumbercatch, and Colin. It was beautiful, he was so clearly ahead of everyone else when it came to his passes.

But honestly, Van Damme was saving this game. I lost track of the number of saves he made on the goal. So far, we’d been lucky, but our chances were running thin. Then Van Damme got away from the goal for just a second and Man City got in the gap. It looked like an equalizer when Jamie came out of nowhere and basically flipped to block the score.

It was an incredible feat and we all let out a collective sigh of relief as the game continued. But Jamie didn’t get up. I found myself grabbing onto Roy’s arm, my heart stopping, waiting, begging him to get up.

He rolled around on the ground for a minute, Isaac running over to check on him, but Jamie waved him off. He stood up, flexing his foot and trying to push on. He made it about halfway across the field before he fell again, unable to push past the pain. My grip on Roy tightened and I felt him tense as well.

         “Ted, let me go talk to him, please,” I said to Ted as Jamie was helped off the field.

         “No, no, no, no, you’re not going over there, let me,” Ted brushed me off. He was right. I wouldn’t be able to help if I went over there. But I felt my heart racing as I tried to restrain myself from rushing to his side, ensuring that he was okay.

I glanced up at the scoreboard. We were still 1-0 against Man City, Pep stood on the sideline, pacing just as I was.

         “(Y/N), calm down, focus on the game,” Roy insisted. “Jamie knows how to take care of himself.”

He was right, of course, Roy was always right. And as he said that Ted came jogging back towards us.

         “We’re gonna give him a couple minutes,” he told us. “He’s gonna be fine.”

I grumbled, looking over at where Jamie was being worked on by the physio team. Jamie would soldier on; he would make sure he could get out there. I saw him, looking around, watching for any sign of his father who’d been suspiciously missing this whole game.

Roy nudged me, telling me to focus on the game. But the game was bleak. Man City continually putting shots on the goal and Van Damme stopping them each time. Ted made his wave back over to Jamie. I wanted to go with him, just let me talk to him, but Roy held me back.

         “Let Ted do his thing, yeah?” He told me. “Jamie’s a smart lad.”

I nodded, trying to focus on the game. The back and forth as the ball went in and out of possession. I could hear it again, the cheers, the calls, the look as I ran on the field scored a goal. It was right there in front of me again.

         “Here he comes,” Beard mentioned, pulling me from my daze.

Jamie was up, hoping and adjusting his foot. He was going to go out there. He walked towards the substitution area. The crowd booed and jeered at him as he walked past but he just smiled, sticking his tongue out as he patted his Richmond logo. Then he looked over at me. I nodded at him, trying to remain Zen in his moment. He sent me a wink and a cocky smirk as he started out onto the field.

What happened next can only be described as art. Isaac sent the ball down the field where Jamie gained possession of it quickly. He ducked inside and spiraled around several Man City defenders. All eyes were fixed on Jamie as he floated, effortlessly, around the field.

It was astonishing to watch. The way he moved was incredible, moving with his brain three steps ahead of every dribble and swerve. No one could touch him. Then he sent it flying through the air and the world stood still. My eyes on Jamie, not the ball, as the ball made a loud swish into the goal.

The world exploded as the team cheered but I couldn’t take my eyes off of Jamie. I felt my vision get a little blurry as tears crowded in my eyes. The feeling in my chest could only be described as immense pride and joy. I felt my heart trying to burst right out of my chest as the boys tackled Jamie in a hug.  Roy patted me on the back and I looked over at him seeing the same astonished expression on his face that I had on mine.

Shortly after that, Ted pulled Jamie out, not wanting to push him any further. He started to come off the field and something incredible happened. The stadium applauded him. The whole stadium, Richmond and Manchester City fans alike standing and applauding Jamie as he started off the pitch.

I saw the moment he realized it was for him the emotion filling his face as his hometown saluted him. His talent, his ability, his prowess. I covered my mouth, tears of joy springing from my eyes as I watched his emotional face leaving the pitch. He looked over at me as he finally made his way off the pitch. I didn’t want to go over to him, and he didn’t want to come over to me but we both knew. The expression we shared of mutual love and respect that we had for each other spoke more than any words I could say to him right now. I nodded at him, and he nodded at me.

The game was over shortly after that as we won. We celebrated the whole way home, singing and screaming and drinking the whole bus ride back to Richmond. When we got back to the club, I knew I wanted to speak to Jamie but first I had to do something for myself, and I was scared bonkers.

         “Ted…” I ventured, staring at my desk.

         “What’s kickin’, little chicken,” he responded, putting his phone down to face me. I let myself laugh at his greeting.

I looked up at him, rolling my thoughts around in my head. What I was going to ask, what I was risking here. But I couldn’t ignore the sound rushing in my ears anymore.

         "Ted, what if I didn’t coach anymore.”

It didn’t take me long to find Jamie after my talk with Ted. He was sitting in the physio room with his foot in a bucket of ice. Top tier medicine people. I opened the door and he put down his phone when he saw me.

         “Hey,” he greeted, a lazy smile coming over his face.

Seeing him now, alone, just the two of us, I couldn’t help the smile that came over my face.

         “Jamie Tartt,” I said simply.

He reached for me, and I took his hand letting him pull me closer to him. His arms wrapped around my waist, and I brought mine up to hold his face delicately in my hands.

         “You are incredible,” I continued, rubbing his cheeks with my thumbs. “You are just so incredible.” He grinned at me and pressed up to kiss me. I hummed into the kiss for a moment before pulling back. “I am so proud of you.”

         “Yeah?” His eyes were big and wide.

         “Yeah,” I responded, smoothing out his hair.

He kissed me again but pulled back quickly. “And you know that?”

         “What?” I asked, smiling at his mischievous look.

         “I’m proud of me, too” he told me, his face bright.

I was overwhelmed with the amount of joy and pride and happiness I felt in that moment. Jamie spent his whole life trying to make someone else happy and now, maybe for the very first time, he’s made himself happy.

I kissed him this time, hard. He started to lean back onto the table letting me fall on top of him when the door opened behind us.

         “Oi! Get a room,” Roy’s gruff voice called out.

         “Quite literally, we did, grandad,” Jamie shouted back, not taking his eyes off of me. I giggled and sat up to get off him.

Jamie whined, pouting at me but I waved him off. “Welcome to the celebration!”

Keeley and Roy came in with bottles of champagne. My conversation with Ted could wait until tomorrow. Right now, it was the four of us, Jamie’s hand in mine, Roy and Keeley laughing with us. A family. We were a family.

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(3) LOVE AND WAR — JUDE BELLINGHAM

SUMMARY: After coming back from a one-night stand with his his best friend, Jude realizes you don’t see him. He’s in love with you and you don’t see him.

PARING: bestfriend!jude x bestfriend!reader

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Trent wasn’t stupid, he was aware that Jude had feelings for you. Major feelings. From an outsider perspective he definitely was the backstabbing bastard who stabbed his friend in the front for a girl.

But he didn’t care, Jude had liked you for years and hadn’t made a move but when he finally decided to make one after seeing that Jude had no plans to make you his, Trent decided to step up.

“You should apologize T, you hurt his feelings. It’ll make you feel better.” You muttered into Trent’s ear kissing him softly after every word trying to reassure him about what had happened. Jude was a sensitive guy on the inside and you were sure Trent knew that.

He doesn’t like conflicts or fighting but something about Jude’s outburst last night rubbed you the wrong way. You had a clue about why he bursted out in anger like that but couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“Fuck no. He punched me, not the other way around. When he learns to use his words and apologizes I’ll talk to him.” Trent kissed you back after he ended his sentence firmly telling you he didn’t want to continue the conversation, you sighed in defeat before kissing his forehead and picked up one of the chocolate covered strawberries placing it on Trent’s lips.

He opened his mouth and ate the whole thing including the leaf at the top before you could pull it away. “You don’t—! Eat the top…”

Trent grinned at you as he chewed the strawberry as slowly as he could, almost as if he was trying to seduce you. You giggled as pulled him in closer towards the kitchen counter you were sitting on waiting for him to swallow the strawberry.

“Y’know a little birdie told me you called me a hot piece of ass at practice yesterday. Is that true?” You inquired looking up at Trent who had. sheepish look his face knowing he had gotten caught.

“Did the birdie also tell you how bravely I fought my friend for you? Look how injured I am.” Trent pointed to the bandage resting on the corner of his forehead as he tried to steer the conversation to another direction.

“It did. But it still doesn’t excuse calling your girlfriend a piece of ass. It’s mean.” You pouted looking down at the floor as you pulled at the stings of Trent’s grey joggers pretending to be upset. He lifted your face by your chin sliding his hands towards the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss.

His lips were soft and tasted the chocolate at one time and strawberries at another, you felt his warm tongue swop the bottom of your lip signalling you to part your lips to make space for his tongue.

Deciding to be cheeky you denied him access just for it to backfire on you as he tilted your head back and pulled your jaw down just enough for your lips to part allowing his tongue to enter. Feeling his dominance just radiate from a simple French kiss gave you an all to feeling feeling in your panties.

Your warm bodies were pressed against each other so closely there was barely any room between your chest and Trent’s bare one, it was somewhat lewd. Your hands tracked from the back of his neck towards his back as you rubbed your hands up and down slowly sending tingles down his spine.

Finally after an eternity you both pulled away with a thin string of saliva connecting you both as you heaved heavily trying to catch your breaths as you gazed into one another’s eyes watching them go dark in lust. Trent leaned in closely towards your ear and whispered, “Does that make up for it?”

You sighed in romantic and sexual satisfaction as you felt his wet lips place kissed down your jawline all the way to your collarbone, “Or do I have to make it up to you differently?” He muttered as he buried his head into your chest, just as he was about to continue you heard someone clear their voice and turned your head to hear who it was. “Morning.”

“Jude? Good Morning! How was your night?” You asked him sweetly as your hands were tangled in Trent’s loc’s pulling on them slightly to stop him from advancing any further in-front of Jude.

Jude on the other hand felt like he was being punished, like he commit a sin so badly in his past life that he had to watch his best-friend almost sex the woman he loves right in-front of him. First thing in the morning. “Mmh.” He grunted out walking towards the fridge ignoring Trent totally with Trent doing the same.

“Last night I pack a lunch for you to take to practice today, it’s your favourite.” You mentioned through your nonstop giggles as you tried to stop Trent from peaking into your shirt, Jude didn’t dare turn his head in your direction as he felt if he did he would just vomit. The sight was just that rancid.

“Thanks.” He muttered grabbing it and quickly walking out of the kitchen desperately needing to get away from that. Watching Trent kiss on you for at-least 3 minutes was quite humbling & humiliating to a degree that should be considered inhumane.

He hated himself for loving you so much he couldn’t make any space in his heart to hate you, even when you trample on his heart over and over again, if he truly saw no chance with you he probably would’ve moved out by now but again he wasn’t a quitter or a coward.

You might’ve thought you loved Trent but Jude knew better, you didn’t love him. He wasn’t all that great in bed, he wasn’t a romantic guy. He just wasn’t that guy. He wasn’t the guy for you and Jude knew it. But he was the guy that was here. The perfect guy; on paper at-least.

He was in your age range, you both had similar interests & he was just the better match. But statistics didn’t matter, especially when it comes to love. As he turned the corner walking towards the hallway he heard you squeal in excitement from something Trent was doing as he heard something fall down.

The sound of kissing, squealing and things falling onto the floor in the kitchen could only mean one thing was about to go down. Sex. You both wouldn’t even give him the respect and kindness of waiting till he was at-least out of the house.

Before he knew it his feet look him right into the kitchen where he met you sprawled on the kitchen island in your underwear along with Trent in his underwear bodies intertwined with one another.

“What the fuck?” Jude exclaimed in anger towards you & Trent, mainly towards Trent. Normally he wouldn’t mind if you hooked up with people in the privacy of your own bedroom but this was in the kitchen. Where you both ate, laughed, joked & sung. Together. Before Trent’s invasion.

Without Trent intruding into your perfect life with him. Perhaps this wasn’t even about the fact that you & your boyfriend were about to have sex in the shared common area. “Jude! We’re a little busy can you come back… later?” You awkwardly smiled at him still laid out onto the kitchen island half naked.

“Come back later? This is my house. Our house. And you don’t even have decency to deal with your sexual urges in your private space.” Jude scolded you with disgusted laced in his tone. You knew he was just being obtuse seeing as how you’ve done much more freaky things with Jude in the house

“Okay I’m sorry. C’mon baby, let’s go to my room.” You pushed Trent off of you and slid off the counter while using your hands to try and shield your slightly naked body. As you shuffled passed Jude who gave you the dirtiest of side eyes towards both of you you noticed the Trent wasn’t moving.

“You coming?” You asked peering around the corner with one of the living room blankets around your body. Trent waved you to go on without him with a pissed look on his face.

“Go wait on the bed babe, I’m coming.” Jude physically cringed at Trent’s word not even able to imagine in his head how you would looked sprawled out on his bed waiting for him.

As you sashayed away Trent turned to Jude walking closer towards him. “Okay man you need to stop doing that. I know you’re still hung up on her but she’s with me. And I don’t think she plans on leaving me for you anytime soon.”

“We’ll just have to see about that then? Cuz when you find your girlfriend waiting on my bed for me. It won’t be a very nice sight. For you at-least.”

The tension between them only rose as they both bore into each other eyes with fury. All because of a girl they both liked. Except Jude liked you more. Much more.

Trent poked his cheek with his tongue as he chuckled before he walked past Jude patting him on the shoulder before making his way towards your bedroom where you were waiting for him. The pity pat. Jude physically cringed at the feeling of it.

As he heard his footsteps become quieter and quieter Jude grabbed the display apple off the counter and chucked it at the as hard as he could at the wall. “Fucking hell.” He whispered as he ran his hand through his hair.

Even though he tried to taunted Trent by being condescending he still got the last laugh as he was casually making his way to have rough dirty hot sex with you in the room right next to his while Jude’s empty threat was going to stay empty.

I mean who was he kidding? You both had been friends for years and you still hadn’t made a move on him? Or even showed a sign? Soon a light bulb went off inside of Jude’s head as he remedied both of your rooms were literally side by side. The walls weren’t thin but if he was able to get close enough to the wall he’d be able to at-least hear your moans. Hopefully.

He basically teleported to his room flopping onto his bed as he leaned into the wall like a little pervert and listened closely. “What took you so long? Something wrong?” He heard your muffled voice in between kisses, his heart squeezed in hurt hearing that.

“Nothing. I was tangled with something insignificant. Don’t worry about it.” Hearing that made everything unfun for him. He couldn’t take listening to you both fuck like some sick cuck was all apart of his plan to steal you back but to be honest, he didn’t even have a plan.

“Jude didn’t give you a hard time did he?” You asked between kisses felling Trent make his way from your lips all the way down towards your neck slowly undressing you from your morning clothes.

“Nah. He’s not a problem. Stop talking about him princess & continue kissing me.”

“Alright.” You giggled before what he assumed to be you leaning in to kiss Trent again. All of sudden this wasn’t fun anymore. When he wanted to hear your moans you hadn’t made any but when he wasn’t in the mood suddenly he could hear everything.

All he heard were your moans. Loud moans. Of HIS name. It was almost insulting— No. It was insulting. As Jude got up from his bed he grabbed his headphones and played a song at the loudest volume possible in attempt to drown out your moans.

Which worked it moments later he hadn’t felt your headboard slamming against the wall he was resting on. Jude couldn’t roll his eyes far back enough. The sex couldn’t be that good that you guys had to do all that.

Even with all the mental gymnastics Jude was doing to convince himself that this was all according to plan and that he didn’t really care about next-door. But he did he broke his heart so fucking badly.

He just needed to get out of there. Get away from the actual mental torture that he was going through. He casted the song he was listening to, to his Alexa and quietly snuck out of the house, not that you would notice seeing as how you were too busy with prince charming.

He walked down the corridor and out of the house with just a winter coat and a phone charger. He didn’t know where he was going or when he’d be back but all he knew was that he couldn’t come back until he had solid plan in motion to make you his.

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sister

there‘s too little trent in this world, so take this🕺

i hope you like this lol.

reader is clay‘s little sister and her nickname is „missy“, it‘s no indication of her name tho :)

word count: 5k

not proof-read :)

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You happily smile and run into your brother's arms as soon as you see him. „I missed you big man,“ you laugh.

„Missed you too, Missy,“ Clay whispers into your hair, holding you close for another minute. „Thank you for inviting us,“ he then tells you, breaking the hug with a big smile on his face.

You grin and lightly shove his shoulder. „Of course I‘d invite you. It’s not often you have free time, you know. Besides, I don‘t want to spend Thanksgiving alone.“

When you look behind your older brother you see his team members finally approaching. They were waiting at the beginning of your driveway. They weren‘t all here today though. The team leader, Jason Hayes was with his family, as well as Ray Perry, but the others were invited to your Thanksgiving dinner.

„Hello, welcome,“ you enthusiastically greet them, waving. „Nice to finally meet you all. Clay told me much about you guys!“ You smile at them, shaking hand after hand.

They all smile at you and then one of them starts speaking. „Thanks for the invite. I‘m Sonny. I‘m surprised Blondie never told us about you,“ he tells you and you side-eye Clay before you start laughing.

„I think I need to have a talk with him regarding that matter,“ you tease. „But, let’s not talk about that! Please, come inside.“ You motion them to follow you and walk into your house. It was a little small but perfect for you. You couldn‘t imagine living somewhere else.

They follow you like a bunch of lost puppies and it‘s more than funny to you. You show them your living room and tell them to sit down. You would bring the food shortly, you say.

Clay follows you into the kitchen where you run around humming to yourself. „Are you trying to feed a whole bataillon?“ he laughs and you shriek.

„Jesus Christ!“ You place your hand over your heart. „Don‘t scare me like that!“ you scold him, jabbing your finger at him.

„I’m sorry,“ he laughs, pressing a kiss to your head. „Won‘t do it again. I just wanted to help you,“ he explains, starting to stir the gravy. „Been with these guys for too long.“

„Well, you chose to, didn‘t you?“ you ask putting the pie in the oven. „By the way,“ you look at him. „Who‘s the one with the beard?“

„We all have a beard Missy,“ Clay snorts and you roll your eyes.

„The one who didn‘t talk,“ you explain, tilting your head at your brother. „He only looked at me a bit strangely.“ You place the baking gloves on the counter and wipe a couple hair strands out of your face.

„Could be Brock or Trent. Why you wanna know?“

„He’s cute,“ you say with a shrug and Clay stops stirring. He turns around, eyes wide.

“No. No, no, no! You won’t make a move on one of my teammates!” he almost screams and you only laugh.

“Why not?”

“Because, firstly, I would work with the man fucking my sister, which is already weird enough and, secondly, you know our job,” his voice turns serious. “I don’t want you to…get your heart broken.” Clay averts his gaze, memories of his own breakup with Stella surfacing. She wasn’t able to live with the fear of losing him…

You already had him to worry about but dating another SEAL? He didn’t know if you could take that much stress and uncertainty. He wanted only the best for you.

You sign and walk towards him. “I know your job,” you confirm, gently placing your hand on his upper arm. “But does a dangerous job mean you guys are unlovable or don’t deserve it?”

You look up at him and he wants to cry. You were right but still, he didn’t want you to love one of them. Without saying anything he pulls you into his arms and keeps you close.

“Don’t…do anything you’ll regret,” he whispers and you tighten your arms around him. You never wanted to let him go. You’ve missed him too much…

“I promise,” you whisper back, a little tear escaping your eye. “Besides, I just said he’s cute. Never said I’ll make a move,” you then immediately joke, breaking the hug with a sniff.

Clay only rolls his eyes, trying to hide his smirk. “Maybe you did but I know you better.”

-

Trent sits on your couch, involved in a heavy discussion about football with Sonny. The Texan couldn’t accept the fact that he was the only hardcore football fan.

“We can watch soccer instead,” Brock retorts with a snort and immediately gains a death glare from Sonny.

„We‘re in America and in America you watch football!“ Sonny proudly exclaims, straightening his back and popping out his chest. „Besides, it‘s a long Thanksgiving tradition!“

Trent just rolls his eyes and pushes himself off the couch. He would look and ask if he could help anywhere. He’s not used to doing nothing. His hands are itching to do something.

When he‘s about to enter your kitchen he sees you and Clay breaking a hug. He decides to wait outside. You haven’t seen your brother in a long time and he wanted to give the two of you some privacy. When he‘s sure he can enter he slightly clears his throat.

You look to the door and smile when you see one of Clay‘s teammates. „Hey,“ you greet him, walking over to shake his hand. „Can I help you with anything?“, you want to know and he shakes his head.

„No, thanks. I actually wanted to ask if I can help you,“ he answers, trying his best to not look too intimidating. His height didn‘t help with that. „I‘m Trent, by the way,“ he’s careful not to stumble over his words.

He was nervous. Why was he nervous? You only were Clay’s sister. He didn’t know you. You didn‘t know him. So, why the hell was he nervous about talking to you?

„Uhm,“ you look around and totally miss the way Clay eyes his friend with a stern gaze (You didn‘t miss it). „I actually do need help, yes. These-“ you point at a couple of pots and the turkey. „-need to be set on the table.“

“Okay,” Trent slightly smiles before he looks at Clay. “You wanna help?” The younger SEAL stares at his friend for a couple seconds before he nods.

“Yea, I’ll tell you where to put it.”

“Great,” Trent mumbles as he picks up the turkey and leaves the kitchen, Clay following him with one of the pots. You look after them with a smile, then a laugh when you hear how your brother instructs his friend.

You decide to head to your living room to call the other guys. „Food‘s ready,“ you smile at them, peaking your head through the door. Sonny immediately stands up and claps his hands.

„That‘s my call!“ the Texan says and Brock snorts. Then he also stands up and walks towards you.

„I hope this isn‘t too much to ask but the dog‘s still in the car and I wanted to know if I‘d be allowed to get him out?“ He lightly tilts his head and you nod, an excited grin on your face.

„Sure! You can go and get him. Clay told me much about Cerberus!“ Relief washes over Brock and he excuses himself to get Cerberus. Normally he always took him with him but he didn‘t know how you‘d react to the shepherd dog.

„I‘m surprised that he didn‘t go crazy already,“ Clay retorts, suddenly by your side. „That dog‘s his life…“

„Well, at least he‘s got someone, no? Dog or not.“ You smile at your brother before you leave him alone to sit down in your dining room. „Are you coming?“ you turn around and he nods before following you.

-

„Missy, it‘s me!“ Your head shoots up when you hear Sonny‘s voice. What was the Texan doing in your house? Not that you didn‘t want him here, you‘ve become amazing friends with Bravo Team since your Thanksgiving dinner but it was 12am, so why was Sonny here?

Your head pops out of the kitchen and you eye Sonny. „What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at work.“

„Trent said I need to step back for a day or two. That fucker got me the wrong way during sparring,“ he explains while he stretches himself on your couch. „You have no problem with me being here, do you? I can also leave if you want me to.“ He looks up at you with a raised eyebrow.

„Oh,“ you smile. „No, you can stay. I have no problem with that.“ You turn to leave to the kitchen again then you turn around once more. „I hope you‘re fine lasagne? Clay asked me to cook it since he‘ll be around for lunch today.“

Sonny starts to grin and stand up immediately. „Did you say lasagne? Count me in Ms.Spenser!“ He follows you to the kitchen like a lost puppy and you laugh at that.

„You really want to compete with Cerberus, do you?“ Sonny only snorts at your question and sits down on one of your kitchen chairs. You laugh and shake your head. „Normally he‘s the one following me to the kitchen like he‘s a saint.“

„He ain‘t a saint,“ Sonny retorts and you grin.

„No, he‘s not. But you are?“ You turn to look at him, just fast enough to see him smirk.

„Never said I was one,“ he answers with a shrug, a full grin now working its way onto his face. „No one‘s a saint,“ he continues, stretching out his legs. „Except for you maybe. You come quite close to one.“

„Why‘s that?“ you ask, sprinkling cheese over the lasagna. You glance at him over your shoulder. He has his hands crossed in his lap and his head laid back, eyes closed. You smile at that sight. If you learned one thing about Sonny it was that he always acted all tough and untouchable but deep down he just wanted peace and calm…

„You‘re nice, you care for us, Trent has a crush on you,“ Sonny starts listing, not paying attention to the fact that he‘d just exposed his brother and you freeze. Trent had what? Surely you must‘ve misheard it. „Jason likes your muffins, Clay isn‘t bitching around that much when he was with you before.“ Sonny opens his eyes and looks at you. „You want me to continue?“

You shake your head and walk over to the oven. „No…“ you sound a bit confused, almost irritated by Sonny‘s words. „You don‘t need to praise me to the heavens, Sonny.“ you force a smile at him. „I‘m just…a normal person. Nothing special.“ You push the lasagna inside and turn the oven on.

Sonny tilts his head at you. Something he said caught you off guard, he can feel it. „Is it because I told you Jace likes your muffins? I was not supposed to tell you but-“

You turn around. „It‘s not the muffins Sonny.“

„Mhh…“ Sonny recalls everything he told you and then his eyes widen. „Oh shit! It‘s what I said about Trent, right? Oh fuck!“ He stands up. „Look, just- I don‘t know… Just because I said it doesn‘t mean it needs to be true!“

You shut him up with your gaze and for a second he just stands in your kitchen staring at you. Then realization hits him. „Oh… You want it to be true, don‘t you?“ You feel blood rush into your cheeks and avert your eyes. Sonny wouldn‘t let you hear the end of it now…

You expect the Texan to crack jokes and maybe laugh but he just looks at you. „You like him“, he then slowly puts the pieces together further and you simply nod along. „Now I own Ray 50$, damn.“

Your eyes widen and you open your mouth. „You had bets on me?“ He can‘t be serious, can he?

„Of course,“ Sonny seems so casual about it. „Ever since you brought Trent soup when he had a cold. You didn‘t even do it for Clay when he was bedridden.“ You don‘t know how to respond to that. If the team knew… did Trent know it too? Your palms start to sweat.

„Does…does he know?“ you carefully ask Sonny and he snorts. Was that a good sign now or a bad one?

„That fucker is as oblivious as Cerb when Brock tells him they‘re going swimming but instead he drags him to the vet.“ You blink at Sonny, not sure what to do with that answer. Sonny sighs. „Long story short, he doesn’t know. He doesn’t even think there's a possibility of you liking him back. That man is so head over heels over you that he tries to find even the slightest excuse to show up at your front door.“

„He…does?“ you’re still surprised by the fact that Trent apparently also likes you. You didn‘t know how to process all this.

„Of course,“ Sonny laughs. „Matter of fact, I‘m 100% sure he’s trying to convince Clay right now to let him come with him. Man‘s desperate to see you.“

You want to answer but then you think for a second. Why was Sonny telling you all this? Why was he breaking Trent‘s trust like that? This wasn‘t normal for Sonny…

„Why are you doing this Sonny?“ You then decide to ask. „Why are you telling me all this? Aren‘t you…betraying Trent right now?“

-

It‘s 11, maybe 11:30pm when you leave work and the cold wind collides with your face. You shiver and pull your jacket faster around you. You should‘ve taken your fucking car instead of walking to work this afternoon. You curse yourself as you quicken your steps and look around almost paranoid.

With Clay being your brother you always were very aware of what was happening around you. Clay made sure to teach you what he thought was necessary for you to know, that included the observation of everything around you and you’ve never been more thankful for it. It made you feel a tad more safe, especially now that you were walking around alone at night.

When you hear footsteps getting close to you you fish for your phone, never being more happy to have Clay on speed dial. You press your phone to your ear, your eyes glancing behind your shoulder. There was someone…

You decide to walk another way back home. One where you walk through the more populated areas of the town. While you try to keep an eye on your surroundings you wait for Clay to pick up. When he doesn‘t you suppress a curse and dial the next number. Sonny.

He would pick up, no? He is always on his phone anyway. But Sonny doesn’t pick up. You try to reach Clay again, then Sonny. They don’t answer.

“Fuck,” you breathe out, glancing behind you again. Whoever was walking behind you was surely following you. You’ve been taking other turns for the third time in a row now and they were still behind you.

You squint at your phone and take a deep breath. Without thinking twice about it you dial Trent’s number. You’re afraid you’ll break your phone with the grip you’re having on it but you try to keep calm. Clay prepared you for situations like this. Kinda.

“Trent? It’s me. Am I interrupting something?” you let out a relieved breath when he answers. “Could you do me a favor?” you’re even more relieved when he immediately answers with a yes. “I’m on my way back home from work and there’s someone follow-“ you can’t even finish your sentence before you hear him get up and grab his keys.

He asks you where you are and you quickly send him your live location. He promises you he’ll be there as fast as he can and your legs nearly give out from the sudden reassurance. You thank him over and over, quickening your steps once again.

“I’ll be there in 15,” you hear Trent say and you visibly relax. “Stay where you are, try to find a crowd or something close to that. I’m gonna stay in the line,” he explains and you nod, telling him you’ll do the best you can.

Your eyes scan the buildings surrounding you and then fall onto a small 24/7 shop. There surely was someone who could keep you company while Trent arrives, right?

“There’s a uh store,” you carefully say, your feet walking yourself over there almost by themselves. As expected Trent tells you to enter and look out for someone.

A small ‘ding’ signals you entering the store and you immediately start to hide between the shelves. And you were right to do so because only seconds later the bell rings again. You take a deep breath and grab one of the baking mixtures to look busy.

Then you call Trent’s name again. “I’m pretty sure they followed me into the store,” you quietly say, trying to glance around as unsuspiciously as possible. You pause for a second, the grip around the baking mix tightening. “Please tell me you’re here soon…”

“5 minutes,” he tells you, flooring the throttle of his truck. “5 minutes, then I’m there.” His grip on the steering wheel turns his knuckles white and he needs to keep himself calm more than ever.

On the battlefield he never was that nervous. His brothers could take care of themselves but you… You couldn’t.

Yes, Clay probably taught you basic self defense, he thinks but still. He could protect you better than you ever could…

When he arrives at your location he doesn’t bother properly parking his truck. He jumps out and tries to calmly walk towards the store but it‘s like his feet are itching.

He raises his phone, looking at the still ongoing call. „I‘m here,“ he tells you and then he opens the door. You‘re in his arms before he can even blink.

He stumbles two steps backwards before he can wrap his arms around you. „It‘s okay, it‘s okay,“ he says, his hand finding its way to the back of your head, keeping you close to him. „You’re not alone anymore.“

„God, that man was creepy,“ you breathlessly laugh, breaking the hug. You immediately miss the warmth Trent generated and heavily blush. „I‘m sorry for calling you so out of the blue-“ you want to apologize but he’s raising his hand to stop you.

„No, none of that. You can call me whenever you need. I‘m always there for you,“ he explains, looking you deep in the eyes. „Now, did you see the man? Do you know who he is?“

Trent‘s eyes narrow and the sparkling got replaced by a dangerous look. You shiver and swallow. You turn so you stand beside Trent and then you nod into the direction of a man. „That‘s him,“ you say. „He‘s been following me for at least three blocks.“

Trent looks at the man, then at you. „My truck‘s outside. Gimme three minutes and I‘ll join you there. I don‘t want you to witness this.“ He looks at you again and you nod.

„Okay. I‘ll go and wait…outside.“ You turn your back to Trent and leave, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You knew what he was gonna do. He‘ll nicely confront the man and probably calmly tell him to fuck off.

You stand beside his truck, already climbing in since it‘s still running and you can already see yourself patching up his bloody knuckles later. You sigh when you think about that. Sometimes you thought that he was just chasing trouble…

-

„Why are you looking at me like that?“ you mumble into your pillow, your eyes heavy with sleep.

„You’re pretty,“ Trent says and you can hear the smile in his voice. You quietly laugh and rub your eyes. Then you sit up in your bed and look at him. He sits on the floor, his back popped up against a wall.

„How long‘ve you been watching me?“ you want to know, smiling at him. He accompanied you home after the incident the night before and he refused to leave…

You offered him your couch, your bed even but he declined. So, he probably was awake the whole night, making sure you’re safe.

“I woke up about two hours ago,” he lies, placing his arms on his bent legs. “I made breakfast,” he then tells you, standing up with a low grunt. “Get ready, then we can eat.” He smiles before he leaves your room.

You quickly stand up and throw on some clothes before you rush to the bathroom to get ready. On the other side of your flat stood Trent in your kitchen, asking himself if he was going crazy.

He couldn’t think straight whenever he was with you and damn, it was showing. Telling you you look pretty while you just woke up? Watching you sleep in the first place? What the hell was he going through?

He wasn’t unfamiliar with being in love, that’s what brought him his two ex wives… So, he really wasn’t new to it but why was he acting so weird with you now? It shouldn’t be weird, no?

“You made all this?” your voice pulls him out of his thoughts and he looks at you. Fuck, you were even more beautiful now… How was he supposed to look past that and just…be normal?

„I did, yeah,“ he smiles, hiding his fidgeting hands behind his back. You grin up at him, the crinkles around your eyes showing and he just feels like he’s falling in love with you all over again.

„You didn‘t have to,“ you laugh, crossing your arms in front of your body. „This is- You didn‘t need to-“ you want to finish your sentence but Trent interrupts you. He gently leads you towards your table and pulls back a chair for you.

„I wanted to,“ he simply says. „Besides I already got the call that I need to leave soon, so I just wanted to make you happy before I and the team vanish for god knows how long again.“ He sits down opposite to you and fills your and his glass with orange juice.

„Will Clay pick you up?“ you ask, taking a sip of your orange juice. Trent shakes his head saying something about Clay not being allowed to know he was here and that Sonny wouldn‘t let him hear the end of it if he found out that he spent the night at yours.

You only laugh at that and continue to eat your breakfast. „I can drive you?“ you then suggest but he kindly denies.

„I can drive on my own Missy, don‘t worry. Besides, don’t you have to work today?“ Trent chews on his bread roll, curiously eying you but you just shake your head. You wouldn‘t need to work the next three days.

-

Your lungs sting as you run into the ER. You look around, panic in your eyes, your body shaking.

“Ma’am? Can we help you?” a young nurse asks, clearly worried. “Is everything okay?” She gently places a hand on your arm and your head snaps towards her.

“Clay Spenser. Where is he?” you rasp out, eyes teary. “I’ve been told he’s here.” Your voice breaks and the first tears run down your cheeks.

The nurse nods along and carefully leads you down a hallway. “I’m afraid we can’t help you but my colleague can surely tell you which room he is.” She smiles at you and you want to smile back but you just…can’t.

After half an hour of asking around you’re finally led to your brother’s room, your throat dry. You didn‘t know anything about his condition. Everything they told you was that he was being treated in the hospital.

„One of his friends is also in there,“ you’re informed as you come to a hold in front of the room. „We can ask him to leave at any moment though since he does not count as family.“

You only smile at the nurse. „No need for that. I…know him.“ You didn‘t know who of Bravo was with your brother right now but nevertheless you knew him. And besides, this team was family. They maybe didn‘t share the same DNA but the same blood was adorning their hands.

When the nurse was sure you were fine on your own she left you at the door, a comforting hand on your shoulder before she walked away. You stare at the door, taking a deep breath and opening it with trembling hands.

You pushed it open, your breath hitching when you notice all the monitors scattered around the room and the endless beeping of said machines.

You can see someone move and walk towards you in the corner of your eye. You know who it is when he lays his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace.

Trent doesn’t say a word while you cry, only holding you close and keeping a hand comfortingly on your back. He felt a bit helpless right now, not really knowing what to do but all you needed was just him holding you…

„Thank you for staying with him,“ you whisper after a couple moments, sniffing and breaking the hug. You want to wipe away your tears, feeling embarrassed for losing control like that but he gently wraps his hands around your wrists, pulling them away from your face.

You’re confused for a moment but then he pulls out a tissue and carefully starts to wipe away your tears. You feel like you could start to cry all over again.

„Thank you,“ you sniff again but he just shakes his head.

„You don‘t need to thank me.“ Then he pulls you into his arms again, planting a kiss on your head. „You both are family.“ Trent breaks the hug and cups your face with gentle hands.

„I know you’re scared for him right now,“ Trent glances into the direction of the bed where Clay was laying. „But he’s stable. He‘s pulling through. He’s a strong one.“

Your hand reaches out to place it over his, pulling them from your face and holding them in yours. You say nothing, only holding his hands and working up the courage to finally look at your brother.

„How did it happen?“ you ask, your voice almost being stuck in your throat.

„That’s…classified. I‘m sorry,“ Trent says in a quiet voice. „But, he’s got a couple of broken ribs, his lungs have seen better days and the fingers of his right hand are broken.“

Fresh tears gather in your eyes as you listen to Trent, letting go of him with trembling hands and walking towards Clay. „I told him that his job would demand its tribute sooner or later. He didn‘t listen…“ You sniff, carefully sitting down at the edge of the bed. „He never listens to me…“

-

“I thought you’d kill me as soon as I wake up,” Clay breathlessly laughs while you take a look at his bandages. He was currently laying on your couch, letting himself be treated by you.

“I would’ve,” you mumble. “If it weren’t for Trent.” You reach for the bandage tape and rip off a piece to place it over his arm brace so the bandage would stay in place.

Clay looks at you, tilting his head. “You like him, don’t you?” he then carefully asks and you halt for a second.

“What if I do?” you return the question, avoiding his gaze and fumbling with the tape in your hands.

You can feel your brother looking at you anyway, his eyes burning into your head. “I’d probably try and beat him up.”

“You would fail.”

“I know.” His hand reaches for yours and you finally look up. “I know what I told you when you first met them and…I still mean it but I can’t control who you love.” Clay pauses for a second, his gaze softening. “If you love him then so it be… Besides, he also has a thing for you but I think you know that already.” Clay starts to chuckle at the end of his sentence, his thumb carefully stroking the back of your hand.

“Guard your heart Missy. Don’t give it to the next best asshole.”

“Are you saying your friend is an asshole?” Your eyes widen with surprise.

“That’s not what I said!” Clay immediately shakes his head. “He’s a good guy—I know that for sure—but there are dudes who aren’t as amazing as lovely Trent. I’m asking you to be careful about them.”

You slightly smile before you sigh and stand up. “I don’t think you have to worry about me Clay. I’ll be fine as long as you don’t decide to run into a grenade anytime soon again.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” he grumbles, rolling his eyes in a joking manner. “Sonny said the path was clear.”

-

“You think he’s okay with this?” Trent carefully asks as he intertwines his fingers with yours.

“I don’t care what he thinks,” you reply, leaning against him, looking down at your hands. “I’m a grown up. I can do what I want.”

Trent chuckles, glancing at you with a gentle smile. “Do I need to expect the big-brother-talk?” He then wants to know. He needed to know what he needed to prepare for when he saw Clay again.

“More of a big-brother-beating,” you snort with a laugh. “I told him he’d lose and he knows it too but he wants to try anyway.”

“I promise I won’t be too hard on him,” Trent laughs, pressing a kiss to your head. “He’s still not cleared to operate so I need to look after him anyway.”

You don’t reply to that, only enjoying the moment, finally in Trent’s arms, without having to worry about anything in the world. You knew that sooner or later you’d be confronted by his job and its bad sides but right now you didn’t care about that.

You were with him and that was wall what you needed right now.

[happilysmythe]

❥ 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪

trent frederic.

word count: 1.6k

no warnings

"i think i wanna marry you" — bruno mars

A/N: requested by the showstopping @ahockeywrites — a soft trent fic including a picnic and possibly a proposal, so here i am to deliver. thank u pookie and i hope everyone enjoys this short n sweet trent blurb to hold you over! happy reading :)

- - -

Not a day went by where Trent wasn’t heckled by his teammates, formers, buddies, and even family members for how positively whipped he was for you. And although he hated it on the outside, he wasn’t afraid to show it behind closed doors.

The man loved you—he’d never deny that.

You and Trent had been dancing around the idea of marriage for months. You’d been together for almost three years. It was only natural that the subject would eventually come about. The two of you, however, had received a plethora of comments from your peers about it but never discussed it on your own. At least, not nearly to the extent that you needed to.

You finally made the move from St. Louis to Boston nearly a year prior, so it didn’t come as a surprise to you that the other wives and girlfriends began pressing you about it. 

“So you’ve still never once talked about it,” Kiley, your best friend, would say.

And the others would give you mixtures of “Why not?” and “Aren’t you going to?”, usually to no avail.

You’d often mention the interactions to Trent, and he’d typically wave them off, telling you that they were simply being pests. He’d tell you to ignore them. But the last few times you’d mentioned it to him, he’d smile, sometimes letting out a laugh, and even sometimes tell you it was “nice” or “cute”, much to your confusion.

That being said, you really didn’t put as much thought into it as you probably should of.

Because Trent was subtly trying to hint to you that he had other plans; that he might have started to take the girls’ advice.

“How about a picnic?” he suggested, his finger twirling a strand of your hair around as your head comfortably rested in his lap, legs sprawled across the couch cushions. You’d been debating with him on what you wanted to do that night, as he’d just gotten home from a road trip with the team the day prior. “The weather should be nice.”

Your eyes lit up at the idea, teeth on display as you smiled up at him. “That actually sounds great.”

“Well, then.”

“Great. Then it’s settled—we’ll have a picnic,” you sat up, palm flat on the cushion as your arm supported your weight.

“You packing?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, giggling softly as you stood up. “Yes. I am. Because I don’t particularly trust you,” you told him, walking into the kitchen. “But only because of that.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” he shouted from the couch.

You whipped up a few sandwiches and stored them neatly in a basket, followed by the remainder of the strawberries you had in your fridge and a few other snacks. You put some napkins and drinks inside, then folded a blanket over the food and shut the basket, leaving it on the kitchen counter to grab when you left.

Then, you got ready, slipping on a pink and white floral-patterned babydoll dress and sandals. You matched a white bow to the white in the dress and clipped it into your hair, then picked out a few pieces of jewelry to top it off. You’d just gotten your nails done a few days before, courtesy of Kiley, and you decided on a French manicure that ultimately tied the look together, in your not-so-humble opinion.

You waited by the door for Trent, basket in hand as you scrolled through your phone, then looked up when you heard his footsteps coming toward you.

“Wow,” he nodded, stopping in front of you. “Outdid yourself, eh?”

“Well, if I’m going to go on a spring picnic. I might as well look the part, right?” you noted, stepping up to him and planting a kiss on the tip of his nose. “And besides—I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear a white polo with…Khakis.”

He looked around the room bashfully, a guilty expression lining his face. “Well,” he shrugged, lips pressing into a flat line. “I guess you’re right.”

You giggled and gently kissed him once more, and then the two of you set off.

You decided on a quaint, meadowy area that sat just near a local river, which ultimately was the perfect location for your little outing. He and you sat atop the blanket, basking in the sunlight as you ate. 

“You have chocolate on your face,” you giggled, bringing your thumb up to the corner of his mouth and carefully wiping it. You licked it off and dried your thumb with a napkin, taking notice of how Trent’s eyes seemed to be completely trained on you.

“What?”

“Nothing, just,” he paused, taking a breath. “You look really pretty.”

A smile spread across your face as your head tilted to the side at the unexpected compliment. “Thank you,” you bashfully replied.

“Mhm.”

“I think the sun’s about to set,” you noted, wiping your lips with the same napkin and setting it back down on the blanket. He and you finally finished your food, and you turned to face him.

“You wanna watch it?” he asked.

You nodded in response and he moved the basket to the side, lying on his back and extending his arm out. You nuzzled into him, resting your head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around your waist, letting his hand rest flat on your hip.

You sighed gently, letting your eyes close for just a moment as you relaxed into him. There you sat for the next ten minutes, the two of you not speaking a word as you watched the sunset hit its peak. It was then that he finally spoke, catching your attention immediately.

“Hey,” he cooed, looking down as you sat up slightly and turned to face him.

“Hm?”

“You mind if we stand up for a second?”

“Sure,” you shrugged, then rose to your feet, looking up at him as he stood in front of you. “What is it?”

He took your hands in his, rubbing the backs gently with his thumbs, then took a deep breath.

“Remember the first time you told me about the girls teasing you?”

“Sort of,” you replied confusedly. “Why?”

“You remember what I said?”

“To ignore them?”

“Yeah. And I kept telling you that; that it was stupid, or that they were just being annoying,” he started softly. “But even if they were being completely out of line doing it, they were right. They just didn’t know that I already had my own plans.”

You tilted your head, brows furrowing together as you tried to make sense of what he was saying.

“I’d already made my choice, but I kept shrugging you off because I was scared.” He cleared his throat. “Anyway, what I’m getting at is…I should’ve done this a long time ago.” 

Then it started to come to you, everything slowly beginning to piece itself together in your head. For the past few weeks, you’d received less heckling from Kiley and the others. Of course, you didn’t think anything of it before. Then, she took you to get your nails done out of the blue. And later that day, she took you shopping for the exact dress you were wearing. Because she knew.

And when Trent got down on one knee, you knew, too.

You gasped quietly as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box, holding it with one hand, the other still holding one of yours.

“I bought this a month after you moved in,” he finally spoke, holding it up. “I’ve just been trying to figure out when and how to do this.”

“Oh—oh my god.”

He took another deep, long breath. “I love you. So much. And there’s nobody I’d rather spend the rest of my life with. So…” He spoke your name softly, prying the box open with his hand to reveal the diamond ring inside.

“Will you marry me?”

Tears pricked at your eyes, your free hand covering your mouth as you finally processed it all. He was doing exactly what you thought he wasn’t going to do anytime soon. And only a few moments passed before you were nodding your head sharply as your hand fell down to your side.

“Yes,” you replied with conviction.

So he took the ring from its resting place and raised your hand, slipping it snugly onto your finger, marveling at how perfectly it fit for just a moment. He tossed the box to the ground and slowly stood up, thumb brushing over the ring on your finger as he held it between you.

You quickly threw your arms around his neck and kissed him. He quickly reciprocated, hoisting you up and holding you tight as your legs wrapped around his waist.

The warm hue of the falling sunset illuminated your surroundings, the scene topped off by the faint noise of crickets as he and you shared one of the most intimate moments of your lives. And he couldn’t have planned it out more perfectly.

A small tear ran down your cheek as you pulled away, smiling gently as you looked down at him. He quickly leaned up and kissed it away. Affection laced his expression when he pulled back to look up at you, unable to contain his smile as he felt the cold surface of your ring grazing the skin on the back of his neck.

“I love you, T,” you whispered to him.

“I love you, too,” he echoed softly, hand brushing a strand of hair behind your ear just before adding,

“Mrs. Frederic.”

[pdriesta]

CHAPTER SIX

“even when it’s bad, i love you”

pairing — trentxblack!girl

genre — angst, angst and more angst

word count — 7k

summary — y/n and trent's once strong relationship is strained by his growing distance and her unexpected pregnancy. as they clash over their future, y/n faces the painful choice of leaving behind the love and they love they worked so hard creating. will they overcome their struggles and rebuild their love, or will their fractured bond break beyond repair?

an — i know i can’t keep saying every chapter is my favorite so i’ll settle on how much i love them and their soon to be family

masterlist

trent never quite knew which version of y/n he’d be getting each day. pregnancy had brought with it an unpredictability that kept him on his toes. one moment, she was soft and affectionate, glowing with happiness as she rubbed her growing belly and gushed about their twins. the next, she was a storm of emotions, fiery and stubborn about the smallest details, her mood swinging wildly like a pendulum.

and trent, bless him, had learned that the best way to survive these swings was to simply ride them out. it was almost amusing, if it wasn’t so baffling. he loved her with everything in him, but man, his beautiful fiancée was truly unpredictable these days.

today was one of those days.

y/n stood in the middle of the twins' nursery, hands on her hips, glaring at the paint swatches pinned on the wall. trent, shirtless and sweaty from moving furniture, glanced over at her warily. she’d been quiet for a good ten minutes, and that silence usually meant she was about to say something that would send them spiraling into an argument.

“i don’t like it,” she said suddenly, her tone sharp.

trent wiped the sweat from his forehead, raising an eyebrow. “the paint?”

“yes, the paint,” she snapped, turning to him with a glare. “it’s too... blue.”

trent blinked, glancing at the wall. the paint was a light shade of baby blue. it was literally called ‘soft sky.’ “it’s supposed to be blue, baby,” he said cautiously, trying not to sound like he was disagreeing with her too much. “we agreed on blue. it’s your favorite color.”

“no, you agreed on blue,” y/n retorted, crossing her arms over her chest. “i wanted something more neutral, like a soft green or a warm beige. blue is too... i don’t know, obvious.”

trent stared at her, his mind scrambling to remember the multiple conversations they’d had about the nursery. he was sure they had landed on blue, but he also knew better than to argue with her when she got like this. her pregnancy hormones were no joke, and the last thing he wanted was to upset her. again.

“okay,” he said carefully, trying to keep his tone even. “we can change it if you want. no big deal.”

y/n frowned at him, her eyes narrowing. “why do you always do that?”

trent blinked, confused. “do what?”

“just... agree with me,” she said, her voice wavering. “it’s like you don’t care enough to argue.”

trent was sure this was a trap. he could feel it. he walked over to her slowly, wiping his hands on his shorts. “it’s not that, baby,” he said softly. “i just don’t want to upset you. if you want a different color, we’ll change it.”

y/n’s eyes welled up with tears, and trent mentally kicked himself. here we go, he thought. “i’m not trying to be difficult,” she said, her voice cracking. “i just... i want everything to be perfect for them. and i’m so tired of feeling like i’m messing everything up.”

trent’s heart squeezed at the sight of her tears. he quickly closed the distance between them, pulling her into his arms. “you’re not messing anything up,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “you’re amazing, baby. you’re growing our babies, and that’s all that matters.”

y/n sniffled against his chest, and trent continued rubbing her back, his heart aching for her. she was carrying so much stress on top of the physical toll of being pregnant with twins, and he wished there was more he could do to make her feel better.

and just like that, the mood shifted. y/n pulled back slightly, wiping her tears away, her eyes now locked on trent’s bare chest. her expression softened, and a small, almost mischievous smile tugged at her lips. “you know... you look good all sweaty like that.”

trent raised an eyebrow, the sudden change in her demeanor catching him off guard. “yeah?”

“yeah,” she purred, stepping closer to him, her hands sliding up his chest. “really good.”

trent chuckled, surprised by the sudden flip to her sadness. “you’re not mad about the paint anymore?”

“what paint?” y/n mumbled, her lips brushing against his collarbone as she kissed his skin lightly.

trent’s body reacted immediately to her touch, heat flooding his veins. but he couldn’t help but laugh at how quickly things had turned around. one minute, she was mad about the nursery, and the next, she was kissing his neck like she couldn’t get enough of him. “you’re something else, you know that?”

“shut up,” she whispered, nipping at his jaw. “just let me admire you.”

trent let out a soft groan as her lips moved down his neck, his hands finding their way to her waist. “if i’d known painting would get this kind of reaction, i would’ve done it sooner.”

y/n pulled back just enough to look up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “you’ve always looked good shirtless,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “but now... all sweaty and working hard in the nursery? it’s doing something to me.”

trent smirked, his hands sliding down to cup her hips. “oh yeah? what’s it doing?”

“it’s making me want you,” y/n admitted, her hands gripping his biceps as she leaned in to kiss him again, this time with more intensity.

trent groaned, the feeling of her lips on his sending a jolt of desire through him. but before things could go too far, he pulled back, much to y/n’s frustration. 

"what are you doing?” she asked, her eyes dark with want.

trent grinned, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her lips. “making sure you don’t kill me for not painting the nursery the right colour.”

y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. “you’re so annoying.”

“i know,” he said, giving her a wink. “but you love me.”

y/n let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “yeah, i do. and you better finish this nursery before these twins get here, or i’ll be the one killing you.”

trent laughed, pulling her back into his arms. “deal, baby. now, where were we?”

y/n smirked, her hands sliding back up his chest. “right about here.”

they stood in the half-decorated nursery, a mix of laughter and affection filling the room as they got back to work, both of them knowing that whatever the future held, they’d figure it out together—with a lot of love, a lot of laughter, and maybe just a little more paint.

trent stood in their bedroom, watching her. the afternoon light filtered in, casting a gentle glow on y/n as she stood in front of the mirror. the pale blue dress hugged her body, highlighting the beautiful curve of her belly, and her braids fell in smooth waves down her back. she was breathtaking, yet he could see the way her hand rested on her stomach, fingers fidgeting with the fabric, a clear sign of the doubt running through her mind. today was their gender reveal, a big step in sharing this journey with family and friends, but he knew she was holding a storm of nerves beneath her calm surface.

he took a quiet breath, leaning against the doorframe for a moment, before softly breaking the silence. “what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”

she jumped slightly, her eyes meeting his in the mirror. a small, sheepish smile played on her lips, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “just… thinking.”

he stepped forward, his voice gentle, probing, “about?”

her gaze fell, and her voice softened, almost inaudible. “about how i look… how different i feel. i’m all… big. and puffy. and—”

“gorgeous,” he interrupted, crossing the remaining space between them. he wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his hands over hers on her bump, pulling her close and pressing a tender kiss to her shoulder. “you’re glowing, baby. and don’t think for a second i’m just saying that. you’re absolutely stunning.”

she sighed, leaning back into his embrace but still shaking her head, brushing her fingertips over his. “you’re only saying that because you have to.”

he chuckled softly, his breath warm against her ear. “no, love. i don’t have to say anything. i choose to say it because i want you to hear the truth. you’re the most beautiful person i know. and that’s not because you’re carrying our babies—though that’s one of the best parts.” his voice softened, sincerity flooding his tone. “it’s because you’re you. the love of my life. my fiancée. the woman i want to spend forever with. that hasn’t changed one bit.”

a wave of emotion washed over her, her eyes misting as she met his gaze in the mirror. “it just… it all feels so fast. like everything is changing, and i don’t know if i’m keeping up.”

trent gently turned her to face him, his hands moving to cup her face, his thumbs grazing her cheeks in comforting circles. “y/n, i see you. all of you. you’re not just different—you’re more. more incredible, more resilient. you’re carrying our babies, and that makes you even more beautiful to me. you’re still the same woman i fell in love with, only now you’re also going to be their mom.”

her lips quivered as she tried to hold back the tears, his words settling like a warm blanket over her fears. “i’m just… scared,” she confessed, her voice breaking. “scared of all the change, and… what if i’m not ready?”

trent pressed his lips to her forehead, lingering there as if to transfer some of his own calm into her. “there’s nothing to be scared of that we won’t face together. yeah, things are gonna change—but not us. never us. you and me? we’re forever. and these two? they’re only adding to the love we already have.”

her heart melted at his reassurance, her fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt as she leaned into him, letting him anchor her. “how do you always know what to say?”

he chuckled, pulling her closer and brushing a soft kiss over her lips. “because i know you, better than anyone else. and i love you more than i could ever put into words.”

she laughed through her tears, a warm, soft sound as she rested her forehead against his chest. “you’re too good to me, trent.”

“i’m exactly what you deserve,” he murmured, his voice filled with quiet conviction. he stroked her cheek tenderly, his gaze full of adoration. “and i’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you see that. you deserve the world, y/n, and i’m here to remind you every day.”

they stood there, wrapped in each other, until her worries faded, replaced by the warmth of his love. and she knew—she wasn’t facing any of this alone.

the backyard was buzzing with excitement as friends and family gathered under a canopy of twinkling lights and balloons. pink and blue decorations were strewn across the yard, setting the perfect scene for the big moment. y/n stood beside trent, her hand resting on her bump as she tried to calm the butterflies in her stomach.

trent gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. “you okay?”

she smiled up at him, though her nerves were still clear in her eyes. “i think so. just ready to get it over with.”

“soon enough,” trent murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. “just think about how excited our families are.”

before y/n could reply, her brother malik and trent’s younger brother marcel came barreling through the crowd, mid-argument as usual.

“bro, you seriously thought those trainers were the move for today?” malik said, shaking his head at marcel. “this is supposed to be a gender reveal party, not the club.”

marcel scoffed, looking down at his pristine designer trainers. “what’s wrong with them? they’re clean.”

“too clean, man,” malik shot back. “you look like you’re celebrating your day, not the twins'”

trent groaned, a hand dragging down his face as he turned to y/n. “they’re at it again.”

y/n chuckled, rolling her eyes affectionately. “they can’t help themselves.”

“maybe the twins will be smarter than their uncles,” trent muttered with a smirk.

“hey!” malik called out, catching the tail end of trent’s comment. “i’ll have you know these twins are gonna like my side of the family better. they’re gonna be team malik, all the way.”

marcel rolled his eyes, folding his arms across his chest. “yeah, because nothing says ‘cool uncle’ like showing them their uncle marcel dresses better than uncle malik.”

“better than you, at least,” malik shot back, grinning.

marcel huffed. “just wait. i’ll have those babies wearing matching kicks with me before you can even try.”

“yeah, sure,” malik said, crossing his arms. “but when they’re older, they’re gonna want to hang with the fun uncle, not the one who’s still arguing about shoe choices.”

“they’ll want to hang with the one who doesn’t embarrass them with bad jokes,” marcel retorted. “face it—i’ve got this in the bag.”

trent just shook his head, chuckling under his breath. “our kids are in for a wild ride.”

y/n laughed, leaning into him. “good thing they’ve got us to balance them out.”

“and plenty of love,” trent added, his eyes soft as they locked on hers. “no matter what team they choose.”

the camera rolled, capturing the light-filled room and the excitement buzzing around them. laughter and chatter filled the space, friends and family gathered close, each person caught up in the anticipation of what was to come. as y/n and trent stood side by side, their hands instinctively found each other, and they shared a quiet smile. a friend stepped forward with the camera, grinning as they lifted it, eager to capture their guesses for the big reveal.

“alright, mum and dad,” they teased, focusing the lens. “what do you think these two little ones will be?”

the camera rolled, capturing the light-filled room and the excitement buzzing around them. y/n and trent stood side by side, both smiling as a friend held up the camera, asking them the big question.

"alright, mum and dad, any guesses? what do you think you'll be having?" the friend prompted, grinning behind the lens.

y/n’s smile softened, and she gave a little wave to the camera, her hand resting over her belly. "hey, babies. i’m your mum, and i think you’ll be two beautiful boys." she laughed, then added, "but we’ll love you no matter what."

trent raised an eyebrow, smirking. "two boys, huh? alright, well…" he gave the camera an exaggerated look. "i’m your dad, and i think you’re going to be two little princesses. no doubt about it."

y/n shot him a playful glare, nudging his side. "i swear you were the one saying you wanted boys the other day."

he chuckled, shrugging with a teasing smile. "that was before you changed your mind. i’m just keeping things balanced."

she rolled her eyes, leaning into him with a grin. "well, maybe i did change my mind. besides, i’m allowed to."

trent’s arm wrapped around her, pulling her closer as he looked back at the camera, his gaze softening. "no matter who you are, or who you grow up to be, you’ve already got a mum who’ll give you all the love in the world and a dad who’ll protect you with his whole heart. we’re here, little ones, waiting for you with all our love."

y/n beamed, resting her head on his shoulder. "and we’re already so proud of you both. we love you more than you’ll ever know."

they both looked at each other, their eyes softening, and it was clear that no matter what, they were ready to welcome their little ones with all the love in the world.

as the crowd gathered around for the reveal, malik and marcel grabbed microphones, each with a playful smirk on their faces. they exchanged dramatic looks, clearly reveling in their roles as hosts.

“alright, people!” marcel called out, holding his mic up high. “it’s time to settle this once and for all. team boy or team girl?”

“and let’s be real, it’s a matter of which side of the family the twins will prefer” malik added with a grin. “we all know the twins are gonna like my side of the family better.”

marcel rolled his eyes. “our side has more style and are prettier - not you, auntie. they’ll be obsessed with our side.”

trent chuckled, shaking his head as he whispered to y/n. “they really don’t quit, do they?”

“never,” y/n said, smiling. “but i love it. it’s gonna be chaos, but the good kind.”

trent grinned, pressing a kiss to her temple. “as long as you’re by my side, i’ll take all the chaos.”

“all right, on three!” marcel calls out, glancing over to y/n's brother who nods back, mirroring his own excitement.

“one… two… three!”

and then—boom.

they both twist and release the confetti cannons. in a burst of color, the sky fills with two distinct hues—pink and blue.

the crowd gasps, murmuring in surprise, and trent and y/n exchange a bewildered look. y/n’s eyes widen as she looks up at the colors raining down, then over at her brother, thinking he must’ve misfired. she lets out a confused laugh, “wait—did you mess it up?”

malik just stares back, a bit stunned himself. “no, that’s... what they gave us.”

trent’s brother is equally taken aback, shaking his head as if he’s double-checking in his own mind. “yeah, that’s exactly what they told us to do.”

the realization dawns slowly on them, both trent and y/n glancing back up at the sky, seeing pink and blue drifting down over them. y/n covers her mouth, eyes welling with tears, and trent, half-laughing in shock, wraps his arms around her.

“are you serious?” he laughs out, voice shaking as he tries to process it. “a boy... and a girl?”

malik and marcel nod, grinning as they finally catches on to their surprise. “yep, looks like you’re getting one of each!”

y/n can’t help it—she lets out a small, disbelieving laugh, burying her face into trent’s chest as the reality sinks in. “one of each,” she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. she glances up at him, her own smile wobbly. “i can’t believe it.”

trent’s expression softens, still filled with a blend of shock and joy as he cups her face, wiping away the tears that have begun to slip down her cheeks. “our family,” he murmurs, eyes brimming with pride. “one of each, y/n. it’s perfect.

they share a quiet, emotional moment, the world around them fading away as they hold onto each other. and then, unable to contain his excitement, trent lifts her off the ground, spinning her in his arms as she laughs. the cheers of their family surround them, but all he can focus on is the way she looks at him, their shared happiness lighting up her eyes.

when he finally sets her down, their foreheads touch, both of them still holding onto each other, feeling like they’ve just stepped into a beautiful dream.

the room was filled with the soft hum of machinery, faint echoes of the clinic sounds weaving into the quiet. y/n lay on the exam table, her shirt pulled up just enough to expose the growing curve of her belly, which had seemingly blossomed overnight. she watched as the doctor adjusted the ultrasound equipment, her fingers instinctively tracing gentle circles over her abdomen, grounding herself.

trent sat beside her, his hand warm and steady as it held hers, giving her a squeeze whenever she seemed to drift away with her thoughts. they both focused on the screen as two small, blurry figures came into view, nestled together, hearts beating in rhythmic unison. their twins. one boy, one girl.

"they're growing beautifully," the doctor smiled, pointing to each baby in turn. "they're both measuring well, a bit ahead of schedule, actually. they’re healthy, strong—just thriving in there."

y/n felt trent’s hand tighten around hers, a smile spreading across his face as he leaned in closer, brushing a soft kiss against her temple. but a new weight settled in her chest, a heaviness she hadn’t anticipated.

the doctor’s voice softened, and she turned to them both. "just something to keep in mind," she began, her tone gentle, reassuring. "because they're twins and growing rapidly, there's a good chance you might go into labor a bit early. it’s common with twins, so it’s nothing to be concerned about, especially as we near the third trimester. they’d still be in term if they came around that time."

y/n blinked, feeling a flicker of panic stir inside her as the doctor continued to explain what to expect, how common early deliveries were with twins, how well-prepared the hospital would be to handle it. trent asked a few questions, his tone calm and collected, completely absorbed in the conversation with the doctor. but y/n felt like she was slipping under, her heart racing as the reality of it all suddenly loomed over her.

"we’ll keep monitoring you closely," the doctor reassured them before leaving, giving y/n a warm smile and a final pat on her shoulder.

the door clicked shut, and the room settled into a tense silence. y/n stared at the empty spot where the doctor had stood, her eyes unfocused, and before she knew it, her breaths began to shallow, a tightness clawing up her throat.

trent turned to her, his eyes immediately softening with concern. "hey," he murmured, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his touch achingly gentle. "what’s going on? you’ve been so quiet."

she looked down, biting her lip, feeling the first warm tear slip down her cheek. "it’s all… just happening so fast, trent," she whispered, her voice breaking, her hand instinctively moving to her belly as if to shield herself from the weight of her own words. "i’m not ready. i thought i would be, but…"

he was silent for a moment, his hand moving to cover hers, grounding her. "baby, you’re going to be incredible," he whispered, his voice steady, unwavering. "you’re already doing everything you can."

but her tears fell faster, each one carrying a worry she hadn't spoken aloud. "what if… what if something goes wrong? what if i’m not good enough, or strong enough? i’m already so tired, trent, and they aren’t even here yet."

he shifted closer, cupping her face with both hands, wiping away the tears that slipped past her guard. "y/n," he said softly, his gaze intense, holding hers. "you’re the strongest person i know. and they’re so lucky, they’re so damn lucky to have you as their mom. you’re going to be everything they need and more. and i’m here, too. every step of the way."

she shook her head, her voice trembling. "i just… i feel like i’m not prepared for any of it. the delivery, bringing them home, taking care of two babies at once… it’s like, every day they get bigger, and the closer we get to actually meeting them, the more terrified i am."

trent pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her tightly, holding her like he could shield her from every fear she carried. "listen to me," he murmured against her hair, his voice firm, grounding her with every word. "we’re in this together. i’m not going anywhere, alright? when you’re scared, i’ll be here. when you’re tired, i’ll be here. you’re not doing this alone, y/n."

she let out a shaky breath, burying her face into his chest as she clung to him, his words a balm against her spiraling thoughts. "i don’t want to be scared," she whispered, her voice muffled, filled with vulnerability she rarely showed.

he pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, his voice a quiet promise. "it’s okay to be scared. it just means you care. it means you already love them more than anything… just like i love you."

she stayed in his arms, her tears slowing as his words settled into her heart, easing the fear, even if just a little. and in that moment, wrapped up in his embrace, she found a flicker of the strength she needed—a strength she knew she’d carry with her, every step of the way.

they sat side by side on the familiar couch in their therapist’s office, hands intertwined, still buzzing from the excitement of the gender reveal. the weight of the day’s celebration mixed with the gentle calm of the room, an odd but comforting contrast. trent squeezed y/n’s hand, glancing at her with a warm smile before the therapist cleared his throat, bringing their attention back to the session.

“first off, congratulations,” the therapist began, his voice kind and steady. “you’re about to welcome two beautiful lives into this world, and i can see how much love and joy that’s bringing you both.”

y/n smiled, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. “thank you. it’s… it’s overwhelming, in a good way. but still overwhelming.”

trent nodded, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. “yeah, it’s like… one moment, i’m over the moon, and the next, i’m terrified,” he admitted, glancing down before looking back up at the therapist. “we’re young, and sometimes, i wonder if i’m ready for all of this.”

the therapist leaned forward slightly, his gaze warm and understanding. “trent, it’s perfectly natural to feel both excitement and fear, especially with such a big change. parenthood is daunting at any age, but you’re both aware of what it means to bring new lives into the world. that self-awareness alone speaks volumes.”

y/n bit her lip, her voice quieter. “i’m scared, too. i feel this responsibility… like i need to be perfect, even though i know that’s impossible. i worry that we’ll make mistakes, that we won’t be good enough parents.”

the therapist nodded, his expression softening. “y/n, remember that there’s no such thing as a perfect parent. what matters is being present, loving, and open. you both already show these qualities just by being here, talking openly about your concerns. and your children, they’ll feel that love from day one.”

trent shifted in his seat, glancing down as he mulled over the therapist’s words. “i feel like… i need to carry so much,” he murmured, “like, i need to be strong all the time so y/n doesn’t have to worry.”

y/n turned to him, squeezing his hand tighter. “you don’t have to do it alone, you know? we’re a team in this, trent. i don’t expect you to carry everything by yourself.”

trent’s gaze softened as he looked at her, and the therapist watched their exchange, nodding approvingly. “you both have such a strong bond,” he said gently. “and even though you’re young, you’ve shown a remarkable amount of resilience. when you first came here, you both wanted to understand each other better, to grow together. that foundation is what will carry you through this next chapter.”

y/n blinked back a tear, her voice thick with emotion. “i just… i want our kids to have a home filled with love. i never want them to feel alone or burdened. and i’m so grateful trent and i have each other to lean on.”

trent placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “and i want to be there for all of it,” he said quietly, his voice trembling slightly. “the good and the bad, the late nights, everything. i want them to feel safe, like i feel with you.”

the therapist smiled, a sense of pride in his expression as he looked at the two of them. “that’s what it’s all about,” he said warmly. “parenthood isn’t easy, but you two have built something very special here, something that will help you weather whatever comes. you’ve got this.”

trent grinned, a hint of his usual playfulness breaking through the more serious atmosphere. “oh yeah? you got kids, doc?” he asked, tilting his head with genuine curiosity.

the therapist chuckled, pausing before he answered, “i do, actually. two of them, with my partner.”

y/n and trent exchanged a surprised but warm look, and trent laughed, shaking his head. “figures you’d know what all of this is like, then. those late nights, the whole terrifying, beautiful mess.”

the therapist gave a small smile, clearly touched. “oh, yes, i’ve been there. it’s a wild, wonderful ride. and between you and me,” he leaned in slightly, as if sharing a secret, “you two have become some of my favorite clients. don’t tell anyone.”

y/n laughed softly, her fingers tracing absent patterns over trent’s hand. “we won’t. and… thank you, really,” she said, her voice soft with sincerity.

trent gave the therapist a playful nod. “guess you’re stuck with us, then.”

the therapist chuckled, looking at them with a fondness that had grown over their sessions. “stuck with you both? it’d be an honor.”

they sat in silence for a moment, letting his words settle. y/n felt a surge of gratitude, not just for trent but for the journey they’d been on together. she leaned her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes as she breathed in the reassurance of his presence.

“thank you,” she murmured, her voice soft and filled with a newfound hope. “for everything.”

trent nodded, his arm wrapping around her, holding her close. “yeah… thank you. i don’t know what we’d do without these talks.”

the therapist gave a gentle nod, a small smile on his face. “just keep holding on to each other. remember, you don’t have to be perfect—you just have to be present. i believe you’re both going to make wonderful parents.”

a few days later, trent picked her up after training, his expression warm but holding a hint of mystery that kept her on edge. he’d told her he’d planned a “little surprise,” something he hoped would lift the heavy weight that had settled over her heart lately. y/n eyed him curiously, a small smile tugging at her lips as she tried to coax details out of him, but he only gave her hand a light squeeze and chuckled.

“trust me,” he murmured softly, his eyes flicking toward her, a mix of affection and excitement.

the drive was a quiet one, her head leaning back against the seat as she tried to guess where they were headed, her thoughts swirling. when he finally pulled into the small, quaint parking lot of a local community center, y/n’s eyebrows shot up. faint laughter and light music drifted from the building, the subtle murmur of voices gathering inside. she could see the faces of other couples and soon-to-be parents mingling around the entrance, holding what looked like small dolls in their arms.

she turned to him, realization sparking in her eyes as she whispered, “you… signed us up for a parenting class?”

trent’s grin was both warm and boyishly proud, his hand slipping around her waist as he led her toward the building. “yeah. figured it might ease some of the nerves you’ve been having, show you just how ready you really are. and, you know, i kinda wanted to see you in action,” he teased, dropping his voice a notch, “mr. and mrs. alexander-arnold, ready for baby boot camp.”

hearing their names together like that, mr. and mrs. alexander-arnold, felt like a soft, grounding balm on her heart. she let herself lean into him, her heart fluttering as they entered, the air warm and cozy inside, infused with soft lavender and eucalyptus scents. her eyes swept the room, taking in the setup: small blankets laid out in pairs, each with a baby doll resting on top, waiting for its future “parents.”

the instructor greeted them, a middle-aged woman with a comforting smile and a calm energy that immediately put y/n at ease. she guided everyone to their spots, explaining the basics they’d be covering—from gentle holds and swaddling techniques to feeding positions. trent, surprisingly, dove in with the kind of focus she’d seen him bring to the pitch. his large hands were somehow delicate and practiced as he cradled the baby doll, a grin quirking up when he glanced over at her struggling with her own doll.

“what?” she muttered, cheeks pink as she tried to position her hands like he had. “i’m just getting a feel for it.”

“want me to help?” he teased, his voice low, lips twitching with the urge to laugh.

she nudged him lightly, shooting him a playful glare. “i think i’ve got this, thank you very much.”

he laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender, though the pride in his eyes was unmistakable. “alright, alright, mrs. alexander-arnold. show me what you’ve got.”

she rolled her eyes but focused, her fingers curling carefully around the doll as she tried to mimic his hold. it was awkward, her movements a bit clumsy, but trent watched with an encouraging smile, adjusting the doll in her arms once, twice, until it felt… right. she looked down at the doll, her heart swelling as she imagined holding their actual babies in a few months. the thought filled her with both awe and an almost overwhelming rush of emotions.

the instructor then guided them through swaddling, showing how to tuck the blanket securely yet gently, making the doll appear snug and cozy. y/n’s first attempt was a bit messy, the blanket slipping and leaving gaps, but trent leaned over, his hands warm as he guided hers, helping her wrap the cloth tightly.

“see?” he murmured, his gaze soft as he looked into her eyes. “you’re already doing better than most first-timers.”

she laughed softly, her shoulders relaxing under his touch. “maybe. it’s still just a doll, though.”

he shifted closer, his arm settling around her as they watched the instructor demonstrate the next technique. “you know you’re going to love them more than anything,” he said quietly, his voice filled with a conviction that settled something deep within her, “and they’re going to be so lucky to have you. you’re going to be a natural.”

her breath caught, the sincerity in his words stirring a wave of emotion. “you really believe that, don’t you?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

he nodded, his gaze steady and unwavering. “more than anything. there’s no one else i’d want to be their role model, to guide them, to be their safe place. i already know you’re going to love them unconditionally. you’ve got this, y/n.”

the instructor came over to check their progress, smiling approvingly at y/n’s improved swaddle. “looks like you’re getting the hang of it,” she said warmly, making y/n’s cheeks flush with a touch of pride and surprise.

trent smirked, leaning closer to whisper in her ear. “told you. look at that, mrs. alexander-arnold… already a pro.”

they both burst into quiet laughter, the air between them lightening with each shared look and touch. she looked down at her doll, her earlier anxieties fading into the background. he’d helped her realize that maybe, just maybe, she was ready for this.

by the time the class wrapped up, the instructor gave a few final tips, encouraging everyone to practice at home and remember that no parent is perfect, but love would carry them through the learning curves.

as they walked back to the car, y/n couldn’t help but feel a swelling sense of gratitude for him. once they were seated inside, she reached over, taking his hand and squeezing it, her voice thick with emotion.

“thank you,” she whispered. “for bringing me here, for believing in me… for all of this. i don’t think i’d even be half this calm if you weren’t here.”

trent turned to her, his expression soft, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “you’re already everything they need,” he replied, his voice warm. “and we’re going to be there for each other, yeah? every step of the way. you just have to believe in yourself the way i do.”

she nodded, blinking back tears as she felt his love wrap around her like a comforting embrace. she’d never felt more certain, more grounded.

“okay,” she whispered, her heart feeling lighter, “we’ve got this.”

and with trent by her side, she finally believed they did.

trent was sitting on the edge of the bed, his phone in hand, but the moment y/n walked into the room, everything else faded. his eyes widened as they landed on her — the silk baby blue nightie clung to her curves, her swollen belly on full display. she was stunning, her pregnancy only amplifying her beauty, and it took everything in him to keep from groaning out loud.

he sat up straighter, his gaze trailing up and down her body, unable to tear his eyes away. “fuck me,” he muttered, the words slipping out before he could even stop himself, his voice rough and low.

y/n’s lips curled into a soft smile as she padded over to him, her hips swaying just enough to have him biting back a curse. “what was that?” she teased, her voice sweet, but there was a mischievous glint in her eye. 

trent swallowed hard, his gaze never leaving her, his heart racing as she stopped right in front of him, her hand gently resting on her belly. “you heard me,” he rasped, his voice thick with desire. “you look... god, you look unreal.”

her smile deepened, and she let her fingers trace over his shoulder as she leaned down, her lips brushing against his. “this?” she whispered, her hand slipping to the thin strap of her nightie, teasing it down her shoulder just enough to make his breath hitch. “it’s just a little something i found.”

trent groaned, his hands instinctively finding her hips, pulling her closer as his lips captured hers in a heated kiss. “you’re killing me,” he murmured against her mouth, his hands slipping under the silk fabric, feeling the soft warmth of her skin.

y/n laughed softly, her breath mingling with his as she pressed herself closer to him, her belly bumping gently against his chest. “maybe,” she whispered, her lips grazing his jaw, “but you seem to like it.”

his hands slid up her sides, his touch firm but tender, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. “you have no idea,” he growled, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes, his gaze filled with raw hunger. “i can’t stop thinking about you… can’t stop wanting you.”

y/n’s eyes softened as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “then don’t stop.”

that was all he needed to hear. in one swift motion, trent pulled her onto his lap, his hands splaying over her thighs, the soft silk of her nightie bunching around her hips. his fingers trailed over her skin, his touch slow and deliberate, savoring the feel of her.

“you drive me insane,” he muttered, his lips trailing down her neck, his hands never leaving her body as they moved over every curve, every inch of her he could reach.

y/n shivered, her fingers tangling in his hair as she arched into him, her belly pressed firmly against his chest. “you’re the one who’s always on tv being sexy,” she teased breathlessly, her voice breaking as his hands found the hem of her nightie, slowly slipping it higher. “you’re the one who… who can’t stop looking so good.”

trent chuckled darkly, his teeth grazing her collarbone as he whispered, “you’re the only one i care about seeing me like that. the rest? doesn't matter.”

his hands slipped under the silk, pulling the fabric higher until it was pooled at her waist. he paused, his gaze dropping to her belly, and his heart clenched at the sight. she was carrying his baby, their baby, and the thought of it, of her, overwhelmed him with so much love and desire that he could barely breathe.

he let his hands rest on her belly, gently rubbing the curve with a tenderness that made her heart flutter. “i’m obsessed with you,” he murmured, his voice soft but filled with intensity. “and with this. with our baby… with everything about you.”

y/n’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening in his hair as she leaned into him, her body trembling with need. “then show me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, but the challenge was clear in her tone. “show me how obsessed you are.”

trent didn’t need to be told twice. he kissed her deeply, his hands sliding down her body, gripping her thighs as he shifted her closer, their bodies pressed together in a perfect fit.

y/n’s heart raced as she pulled back from the kiss, her gaze fixed on trent. she felt a rush of boldness, a spark of desire that ignited within her. without thinking, she pushed him gently back onto the bed, a teasing grin spreading across her face. “let me show you just how much i appreciate you,” she murmured, her voice sultry and inviting.

with that, she knelt between his legs, the silk of her nightie sliding over her skin like a whisper. she leaned forward, her lips brushing against his chest, her kisses soft and reverent. “i love this,” she whispered, her breath warm against his skin as she pressed her lips to his collarbone, trailing lower to the defined muscles of his chest.

“you’re so good to me, trent,” she murmured against his skin, her lips moving lower to trace the ridges of his abs. “you’ve been everything i could ever want during this pregnancy. so patient, so understanding…” she paused, placing soft kisses along his abdomen, savoring the way his muscles tensed beneath her lips.

“i love how you take care of me,” she breathed, glancing up at him, her eyes dark with desire. “and how you look in that jersey… like a dream.” she pressed a lingering kiss right above his belly button, her fingers teasingly brushing over his taut skin. “you’re so damn sexy, and it drives me crazy.”

trent groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she continued her ministrations, her kisses igniting a fire within him. “you’re making it hard to think,” he managed, his voice thick with desire.

“good,” y/n replied, her lips now tracing the outline of his abs, her touch both light and electrifying. “i want you to lose yourself in this moment. in me.” she lavished attention on his body, each kiss a promise, each caress a testament to her adoration.

“you’ve been such a good boyfriend. oh wait that’s not right, you’ve been my perfect fiancé, ” she said between kisses, her words muffled against his skin. “i’ve been so needy, and you never complain. it’s like you love making me a monster.” she laughed softly, looking up at him with playful eyes. “you’ve created an insatiable beast.”

trent chuckled, the sound deep and rich, but his gaze was intense, filled with longing. “i’d create a million more if it means you look at me like that,” he said, his voice low and rough. “you’re beautiful like this, y/n. pregnant and glowing… it drives me out of my mind.”

she smiled, feeling a rush of warmth at his words. “well, that’s good, because i’m not stopping anytime soon.” y/n leaned in, pressing her lips to his stomach once more, her hands trailing up his sides as she kissed her way back up his chest, each kiss igniting the passion between them.

“i want you to remember how much i love you,” she whispered, her lips hovering just above his as she caught his gaze, the intensity of the moment swirling around them. “how much i love this. how much i love us.”

trent's breath hitched as her words hung in the air, thick with emotion and desire. he could see the fire in her eyes, the way she was utterly consumed by the moment. “you don’t have to remind me, y/n. i know,” he said, his voice hoarse as he reached up to caress her cheek, his thumb brushing over her lips. “you’re everything to me.”

her heart swelled at his words, and she leaned into his touch, feeling the heat radiating from his body beneath her. the silk of her nightie clung to her curves, and the way trent's eyes roamed over her made her skin tingle with anticipation. “i’m so lucky to have you,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she leaned closer, letting her body press against his.

“lucky? baby, it’s me who’s the lucky one,” trent replied, his eyes dark with a hunger that matched her own. he guided her back down to him, his lips capturing hers in a slow, passionate kiss. she melted against him, her body instinctively arching into his, craving more of his touch.

he pulled away just slightly, his forehead resting against hers, breathing heavily as he tried to regain control. “god, y/n, you make me feel things… i’m obsessed with you.” the admission was raw, heartfelt, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

“and i’m obsessed with you,” she confessed, her hands trailing down his chest, fingers splaying over his abs as she reveled in the feel of him. “especially now. especially like this.” her lips curled into a smirk as she leaned in again, peppering kisses along his jaw, savoring the taste of him, the scent of his skin.

“you’ve got me completely under your spell,” trent murmured, tilting his head to give her better access. “how is it possible that you just keep getting more beautiful?” he teased, though there was a seriousness behind his words that made her heart flutter.

“stop it,” she laughed lightly, a soft blush creeping up her cheeks. “you’re going to make me shy.” she couldn’t help but lean in for another kiss, deeper this time, her body instinctively shifting to straddle his lap as she enveloped herself in his warmth.

“shy? with me?” he chuckled, but the playful tone was edged with desperation, his hands gripping her waist as if anchoring her to him. “you’re not allowed to be shy. not now. not ever.”

y/n bit her lip, feeling bold and adventurous. “well, maybe i’ll just have to remind you all the ya i’m not shy,” she teased, her fingers sliding down to the hem of her nightie, teasingly lifting it to expose more of her skin to him.

“fuck,” he groaned, his eyes widening in a mix of awe and desire as he took in the sight of her. “you really are a monster, aren’t you?” he said, shaking his head in mock disbelief. “how did i ever create this?” 

“just you wait,” she said, her voice sultry as she leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear, her breath hot against his skin. “i’m just getting started.”

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© PDRIESTA 2024

[foreverisntenough]

‘OURS’

Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never could’ve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the ‘You’re Mine’ fic.

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Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, parenting, self doubt, body image, mention of the word ‘daddy,’ kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant/ baby logistics it’s better if you just read along happily :)

Chapter 12 - Mwah | ‘Ours’

You were thrilled when you found out Liverpool’s preseason was going to be in the US this summer. You practically screamed when Trent told you. You were so excited to have an excuse to go back to New York. You’d get to see your family, you’d get to tote Teddy around back where you grew up. It was just a perk this trip would happen to coincide with his work. It would be amazing to have your parents around Teddy for a bit as well.

Before preseason officially kicked off leaning into the end of July, early August, you spent the weekend out at your parents house out in Montauk, New York. You and Trent were really happy you’d get one last bit of time together before the season began. Being back at your parents place made you miss it a little. Home was England now. Home was wherever life took you with Trent and Teddy but a small piece of you still missed this place. The big open beach that had a different scent than the ones in the UK, the way the sun shone a little brighter, a little warmer on the horizon. Any case, you were glad you at least got this weekend to spend with your whole family and show Teddy the place you spent too many summers.

“Mmm C’mere baby.” Trent hummed pulling you into him in the bed you were sharing. It was funny staying in your childhood bedroom with him. Okay, it wasn’t really your actual bedroom it was your bedroom at your beach house but regardless he liked being able to get to know you a little more through it. Trent liked to explore what you had kept hidden in your desk drawers, finding little niche things that made you you, made this your space. It was nice but it was also practically being rubbed in your face you were at your parents home and not your own so you felt like you had to behave. Trent’s family was definitely more relaxed. Chill, if you will. They had rules of course, no messing about, but it was still a family of boys, whereas obviously you were a house of two girls growing up in Manhattan. Dianne sometimes would tease you saying she’s glad she got you as her daughter later in life. She wouldn’t have been able to handle it. Boys were easier. Her boy currently wanted to be easy for you.

“T” you sheepishly giggled. “We can’t. My parents are literally right downstairs.” You whispered as if you were 16 and you had snuck him in without them knowing.

“They’re watching a film. You’re in bed with me so why are you worried about them? Worry about me and taking these clothes off for me.” He cooed as he dragged the strap of your silk tank top off your shoulder. You felt a shiver run down your spine in the best way.

“T! Please.” You let out a harder laugh amused by his advances. You pressed your palm against his chest pushing him away from you slightly.

"Mmnnmm.” he hummed dismissing your rejection. He was obsessed with this moment. The dark room only lit by the moon out over the ocean seeping in through the window. Your soft skin against his, the feeling of drowning himself in your scent. You were going to have to really convince him this was a bad idea to get him to stop. “Don’t be so scared, baby. Give me one kiss and then decide.” He cooed, brushing some of your hair behind your ear. His eyes fell into the pleading puppy dog look you couldn’t say no to. He kissed you and you moaned into his mouth almost immediately loving the feeling of his lips on yours and the sensations running through you from the second they connected. You pushed your hips greedily into his.

“Okay, okay. You win.” You sighed into him. You dropped your hands over his shoulders and bent your elbows back to drape your hands to come grip his hair. You pulled him into you for a deeper kiss. You gasped a little as he pulled your top further down exposing more of you.

“You’re perfect, baby.” He flicked his eyes between yours, your lips, and your tits indecisively. He couldn’t decide where to fixate first. You let out a desperate moan when he finally landed on your tits brushing his thumbs over your nipples. “Shhhh. You need to be quiet. Yeah?” Trent hushed you when he heard the creek of someone walking up the stairs. You giggled, not interested in his request, too caught up in what he had started and proceeded to pull at the waistband of his boxers.

“Y/N… are you awake?” You heard a voice from behind your closed bedroom door. Trent pulled your top back over your chest to your displeasure. He got out of the bed abruptly and pried the door open. You were surprised he went so quickly but you watched as he leaned on to the door frame. His back muscles looked stupidly sexy. Winnie was behind the door. “Not Y/N” She laughed a little seeing Trent answer opposed to you and then a little more when she assessed both of your states. You were wide eyed and Trent was impatient with her wanting to get back to you.

“No, not Y/N.” Trent confirmed he was in fact not you. They conversed longer than you thought they would Trent, biting at Winnie’s proposal if you wanted to go to the beach tomorrow so they discussed plans at length before he returned.

“Let me take this beautiful baby girl. Should we make you a big breakfast?” Your mum was quick to pluck Teddy out of your arms. You had woken up early in the morning and carried her downstairs. You loved that she connected so well with her but it also confused you in a way. Watching her be so maternal, so nurturing and careful, none of the things she was with you. As your mum watched Teddy, you hopped upstairs and dragged Trent out of bed. It was obscenely early but you were running on borrowed time. His season began in a matter of days and you wanted to spend time with him. You put on a jumper of his and a tiny pair of shorts and insisted he went for a walk on the beach with you. Your house was on the coast next to a resort you remember not remembering so many nights spent there growing up, sneaking drinks with your friends. It was funny you and Trent had sort of the opposite trajectories. You were carefree and relaxed when you were young and now grew to be more rigid and organized. Trent was the reverse, now calm and easy going but grew up diligent and committed.

“I had my first kiss there.” You laughed strolling on the shoreline, recalling a boy you think was shorter than you force his tongue down your throat behind a cabana. You filled Trent in on that tidbit of your life pointing in the general direction of the scene of the crime.

“Don’t tell me that!” Trent scolded you looking at you like you were crazy. He could believe you just told him that. You’ve had this conversation once before and only once. He wanted to know everything but just once.

“Trust me I’ll remember what you tell me.” he confided in you that there wasn’t a shot in hell he’d forget the names of the people you were about to rattle off who had touched you, gotten to be with you.

“This is dumb! You have to tell me then as well.” You asked not wanting to expose only yourself. Telling a partner about previous relationships was always a tricky situation. You had to know. It wasn’t like you had met as virgins but you were adults. You had to be honest, you wanted to be honest with each other it just was scary.

“You really want to know?” He asked interested in your answer but slightly falling into a feeling of anxiety about having to tell you. Trent was… well he was a young footballer on a big stage to say women flocked to him was understatement. It was something you were definitely aware of and made you nervous but at the same time the thoughts of telling him about the unmentionables you’d done with stupid mistakes like Chase was not exciting.

“No, not at all. I guess I should though.” You looked him dead in the eyes and he regretted starting the conversation. He didn’t feel as strong as he usually did around you. He felt weak like you had the power all of a sudden.

“I was 15, relax!” You laughed pinching at his side. He gripped your wrist fast. He was so agile it caught you off guard.

“Don’t tell me that either! You have never kissed anyone but me.” He teased and pulled your body into his. His eyes narrowed looking at you seriously. You ran your palms over his chest draping them behind his neck scratching his scalp gently. You could feel him relax under your touch yet simultaneously go stiff trying not to get too turned on in public.

“Whatever you say” you pressed your lips to his. He hummed at the taste of your kiss. Trent secretly, or not so secretly because he’d told you before but, really liked knowing you had some sort of wild side, maybe daring. You’d commit to things. Him being one of those things. You spent 5 days straight with him right after you met. It was all very instinctual. You just grew up completely differently and yet you fit perfectly together and he loved that about you. He remembered on your first date being slightly bothered that he couldn't open wikipedia and read more about you. He wanted to know you intimately. He wanted you to read him a biography about your life, the sound of your accent hitting against his ears all night.

“Ran from the police once here too.” You giggled and his face contorted, shocked at your admission. There were still bits and bobs of information you didn’t know about each other, of course. You could never truly know everything but you had gotten close to that. Trent definitely didn’t know this piece of information though. You broke out of his gentle hold. “Didn’t catch me though.” You yelled, beginning to run away from him down the empty beach. He chased after you as you ran

“Come back here. Think you were really gonna be faster than me?” He caught you quickly grabbing onto your arm. You stumbled a little not able to catch your balance on the shifting sand and his hold dragging you backwards.

“I am faster than you!” You giggled out of breath falling into the sand pulling him down with you.

“You’re not but I love you despite your flaws” he teased, pinning your arms down to your side. Your heart faltered a little at his aggression. There were moments with Trent when he was unintentionally very sexy. He’d forget how strong he was, how weak you were in comparison.

“My flaws! What happened to ‘you’re perfect baby?” You asked breathing heavily beneath him, widening your eyes mocking his accented words. He hovered over you. He looked perfect as the morning sun rose up over the horizon reflecting onto the water and splashing onto his golden skin.

“You are perfect.” He kissed you. “You’re beautiful.” He kissed you again “You’re not very fast” he kissed you with a slight laugh and your lips curled into a smile as you shook your head at him. “And you’re all mine.” You let him rest his body weight on you, pressing you into the sand. You squirmed a little beneath him as he persistently smothered you with kisses all over your face

“I love you so much, T.” You cooed sincerely. Meaning each word that fell out of your mouth.

“I love you. You've changed my whole life.” He whispered, moving his lips only millimeters away from yours.

“You are my whole life, baby.” You took a deep breath feeling his big hands on your hips push up the bottom of your his jumper. He dragged it up over you until he could see the bottom of your lacey bra peeking out. He kissed up your stomach, slow, dedicated, but also almost harsh. What he left behind were the signs of him, shiny spots caused by his warm spit. It was weird as you felt a memory of your first night together come rushing back. Like you were transported onto the hotel bed of the room you were in at The Plaza. You remember the feeling of his foreign lips on you, the ones you knew so well now like it was yesterday.

“God, please” he moaned. This wasn’t even directed at you, he just wanted some higher power to let him have you. You didn’t smile at him. Tears fell over your waterline. Your heart broke at the rant. He looked panicked. He looked distraught over how he felt. You wiped at your face before he took over slowly catching any tears.

“I didn’t really anticipate making you cry in bed. Not this way at least” you slapped at him gently, a smile starting to form. “Please” he softly begged you. You nodded wholeheartedly.

You should’ve known you’d fall for him then and there. You cried on your first date. Normally, you would’ve been mortified if that had happened and yet with a new stranger you felt completely safe. You wouldn't even call it a first date. It was like 7 in a row; dinner, the bar, the cab ride, the bedroom, the club, then the bedroom again. You laughed thinking how insane it was that he really did mean what he said, that he knew what he wanted, how certain he had been. You laughed recalling it all in grave detail.

“What are you giggling about, huh?" He interrupted your reverie. You looked up at the cheeky smirk appearing on his face as he watched you try to compose yourself under him. You pushed him away playfully trying to get out of the emotions that were crashing over you right now. It was too early to be that sentimental.

“I think we should get married here. What do you think?” He asked laying down next to you in the sand. He rested his head on your chest and slid his hand down to hold yours.

“Yeah… I think I’d fancy that. When?.” You asked him with a smile, liking the idea a lot. It hadn't really registered or settled in yet that you actually were going to get married, you’d have a wedding, so the exact location or date of it definitely hadn’t been thought about too much.

“Whenever you want. I’ll be there waiting.” You pouted at him. How did this stuff come out of his mouth? It was like he had it all rehearsed, like you were in a simulation being played and you loved every second of it. You laid there for a little longer before he pulled you up. “I am marrying a felon. Who knew?” he laughed.

“No. I told you, they didn’t catch me, remember?” You giggled in response but you fell into a comfortable silence after.

“What for…?” Trent asked and stopped walking, needing to know more. Needing to read the passage of your Wikipedia that broke down a run in with the law.

“It was stupid. Someone had thrown a party, there was underage drinking and a lady called the cops. I didn’t want my parents to know I was out so I took off.” you shrugged. His brow furrowed confused. “It’s really not a big deal here, honest. It's common, I think?” You tried to rationalize with him. He was quiet for way too long racking his brain. It’s not like he didn’t have fun growing up or have a drink before he was 18 but the police felt… intense. “You’re making me feel bad now!” you quipped.

“Well, you ran from the police!” he laughed, letting go of your hand and draping his arm around you.

“Oh well, not all of us are beloved local lads the police would let go are we?” You teased him. He knew what you were referring to. Trent would be lying if who he was hadn’t gotten him out of trouble. He told you about a few times where he had been pulled over driving by the police but they let him go after he simply took a selfie with them. His jaw slacked offended you’d bring that up. You nuzzled your face into his arm starting to feel almost dizzy by the whole conversation. “Do you still love me?” you sheepishly whimpered.

“What?” he shook his head at you confused laughing. “Obviously. What are you on about? I just asked a question. Of course, I love you.” he quipped before he abruptly grabbed your face with one hand. He pushed your cheeks together, pursing your lips for you. He smashed a wet kiss against them. You pulled away with a shy smile. His stare blank. “Got it?” he asked seriously.

“Got it. Jeez!” you laughed, wiping your mouth of some of the wetness that remained. He just rolled his eyes as you walked back inside the house.

You got ready to go to the beach later on in the early afternoon actually in bathing suits this time with Teddy and Winnie. Your sister sat on a towel and complained to you about how stupid some boy was dming her that Lauren was trying to set her up with. You lazily lounged on Trent while Teddy sat on his chest. He haphazardly held her. She occasionally would just topple over onto him still working on her balance but eventually she was definitely doing it on purpose, loving squishing her face against Trent’s warm skin, hearing his laugh, his chest vibrate and heart beat as his big hands kept her secure on top of him.

“You can never DM anyone, alright?” Trent cooed at Teddy, resituating her up right as she giggled, before falling again wanting to continue her game with him.

“DM all you want, Ted!” Winnie rebutted Trent’s rules. She gave him a smug smile he was annoyed at.

“Go on Ted!” You just spurred her on. Teddy squealed, hearing her name getting exciting. Her little hands grabbing eagerly at Trent’s face for a kiss. She had recently learned how to purse her lips, coming to understand that it would result in a kiss for her. She loved it. She loved the attention, she loved the sound, a giggle following every single one. Trent kissed her identical pout.

“Can mummy have one, please?” You asked her for a kiss, envious of the one she gave him. You squeezed her arm gently to grab her attention. You pushed your lips out towards her. “Mwah!” You made the sound she couldn’t get enough of. She laughed and wiggled trying to get to you. You dragged her off Trent’s chest into your own. She nuzzled her face into you comforted by every little thing. The way you smelt, the way your skin felt, your familiar heart beat. She calmed as you kissed her head. “My Teddy bear.” You squeezed her a little tighter to you. Trent pinched your arm to remind you of this moment that you definitely did know how to make her very happy.

“She’s happy right?” Speaking of a daughter's happiness, your mum asked your dad back at the house looking on, able to see your little family from afar as they sat by the pool.

“She’s never been better. He takes care of her.” Your dad reassured her watching you kiss Teddy laying on Trent.

“I’m surprised you took such a liking to him. If he wasn’t on the team you support would you’ve?” Your mum teasingly asked your dad. It was a joke but she was also a little curious as well for his answer.

“Don’t be silly, I genuinely think he’s a good kid. Good head on his shoulders, good family, good values.” You dad reaffirmed his stance that Trent was good for you. “Could be different though if he played in Manchester but...” Your mum ignored his dig at other teams, keeping her focus on you.

“They’re good with her.” Your mum admired you and Trent playing with Teddy. “I just want her to be happy. It felt like she never was when she was here.” She remembered life before you moved, before you met Trent.

“She was… she just needed to find her place. Her person. We all eventually find our way to them.” Your dad cooed, squeezing your mum’s hand from his lounge chair.

You came back to the house as the evening sun sank down. Winnie running with Teddy back to the house in a fit of giggles in her arms. You trailed slowly with Trent holding his hand inspecting his newly tanned golden skin. You shuffled up the steps and turned on a spout to wash the sand off your feet. Trent turned on the water inside of the outdoor shower next to it.

“C’mere” he dragged you in after him. “You look so good today.” He purred beneath your ear. His plump plush lips ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Yeah? I thought I caught you staring” you turned away from him pushing your ass against him. His hands drifting around you slowly one gradually come to paw at your boobs. You shut your eyes in pleasure. You rolled your head back onto his shoulder.

"Nah, me staring at you. Never." His dark, brown eyes bore up into your closed ones and you breathed in heavily feeling his hands glide over your skin. His free hand ran down your side sliding under the tie of your bikini on your hip. It was subtle yet it had your heart racing. Watching his fingers run over your body as the water cascaded down with them felt pornographic. He moved his hand from your tits up to cupped your jaw. He tilted your head awkwardly and harshly to look at him. It made you gasp a little as he pushed his hips into you further. You could feel his hardening cock. You flashed your eyes at him and it only got harder. Your lust filled gaze sent sinful thoughts barrelling through his mind.

“Y/N L/N! That boy is not your husband yet. I better not be seeing two sets of feet in that shower.” Your mum yelled out clocking that you two had come back to the house, were nowhere to be seen, and the shower was on with two familiar pairs of feet in it. All thoughts were halted the moment you both heard her voice.

“Sorry” you sheepishly apologized strangely embarrassed by her call out. You kissed his lips, peeling your body off his. Your mum was ‘old school’ in an ironic way. Like she picked and chose when she wanted to implement those values.

“Nah, I have you for the rest of my life. Not worried.” He whispered before one final kiss.

“Mum, they have a baby…” Winnie laughed carrying a pitcher of margaritas out onto the deck with one hand, Teddy in the other before passing her off to your dad.

“They can have 10 babies, Win. We still don’t want to know it’s happening” your dad chimed in situating Teddy on his knee as she smiled oblivious to the nature of the conversation about her parents. You timidly got out of the shower pulling Trent behind you. He held your hands behind your back and rested his head in between your shoulder blades childishly hiding from your parents. “Trent, my boy, I love you but keep your hands to yourself.” Your dad quipped and you wanted to die. Trent held his hands up in innocence taking a step away from you. It wasn’t the first time Trent had encountered a protective dad but it was different with you. He had good banter with your dad but really respected him and listened to what he was asking because he respected you. “I want that signed license before I’m holding another one of these.” He voiced in a serious manner asking for the marriage certificate before you had a second baby. You couldn’t quite tell if it was laced with any humor as you watched him kiss Teddy referring to her as ‘one of these’ loving every second of her. You grabbed Trents lips and pulled him into a kiss. Your hands cupped his cheeks. His lips were warm and soft. A shock of electricity ran through you being so bold to kiss Trent in front of your family. Your parents groaned. Trent held his hands up again not touching you reinforcing this wasn’t his move.

“Oh Y/N, really?” your mum quipped. Winnie booed. You giggled and shrugged then went to pick up your baby girl.

“You introduced me to him. Your own fault. ‘Oh you’d like him.” You mocked the words your dad once told you whilst watching a Liverpool match pointing out Trent to you on the TV.

“And I appreciate it.” Trent said, running a towel over his tanned skin. He dried himself off before he wrapped the semi damp towel around you and Teddy. Winnie took a photo of your bundled family engulfed in his arms and terry cloth on her film camera.

“Win, I want that one. Send me it when you develop them.” Trent asked after hearing the shutter go off. The sun went down, drinks were poured, and the fairy lights illuminated your dinner table. “They taste different here, swear.” Trent explained to Winnie that he genuinely believed burgers taste different in New York. She wasn’t sold on his rationale so they rambled on back and forth debating the unimportance. You caught Trent smiling at you though mid sentence as he watched you scarf down your food relieved you were eating. He winked at you and you had to put your head down you felt so flustered.

“Any plans about the wedding yet?” You mum asked eagerly. It was driving her nuts you hadn’t begun making any concrete plans.

“Think this morning we decided we should maybe do it here” you cooed to no one in particular at the table but then looked at Trent to confirm the decision. You mum sat up a bit straighter and began to rant to you about contacting all these events planners and contacts she had in the area.

You and Winnie exchanged your typical look, the one exchanged your whole life. The ‘mum is fucking nuts.’ one, you knew well. You wrapped up dinner and you put Teddy down for sleep. You were sitting on the couch watching a film with Winnie. You were cuddled up into Trent when you got distracted watching the veins of his hands move as he rubbed over your skin. Your heart started beating faster as you tried to reclaim your focus but you couldn't. He was the only thing on your mind now. He caught your quick side eyed glance towards him before you attempted to follow the movie again. With the hand he was stroking you with he squeezed you. It took you by surprise because he did nothing else, didn’t even acknowledge you or look but it set something off. You wanted him to pay attention to you. Sometimes with him you’d get a feeling like you were just meeting again. Like you wanted to impress him, get him to like you all over again, make him want you.

“Do you really have to leave tomorrow?”. You whispered in his ear before you dropped your head into the nape of his neck, your lips gliding down his neck.

“Mmmhmm” he hummed as he rolled his head to the side to give you more space to run your soft lips over. He closed his eyes, lost in the moment, losing all hope at following the plot of the movie anymore.

“Are you sure?” You gently pushed his t-shirt up with your palm and slid your hand across his abs. The feeling of your lips on his neck and your nails dragging across his skin dangerously close to the band of his shorts had his heart rate speeding up.

“I’m not so sure right now.” He quietly told you. He took control of the situation quickly just the way you wanted him to. He turned his whole body towards you completely ignoring the movie and the fact that your sister was about a yard away. “I’m not sure I can leave this mug of yours.” His eyes narrowed and scanned over your features. He flashed a devastating smile watching you trying to suppress the smirk blossoming on your face.

“Can you guys not… I get it, you're engaged. I am single.” Winnie stood up annoyed. You giggled hiding in Trent’s neck, embarrassed almost forgetting she was in the room.

“Oh, Win! I’m sorry! Finish the film with us” you called out to her as she stormed off in a huff before stopping in her tracks.

“No, no, I’ll leave you to it! Also,” she flashed her glare from you to Trent. His eyes widened, surprised she was mad at him and he was being included in the sisterly spat. “You give Lauren fucking Jude Bellingham… and me, nothing. Jude Bellingham.” she threw her hands at him.

“I don’t think I exactly gave Jude to her, did I?” he quipped back and she feigned a face as if she was less than impressed. She started to laugh though unable to hide a silly smile on her face trying to commit to her theatrics. This was quintessential Winnie. She thought this was very funny. Trent knew her well but not the way you did, of course. Not the years of her creating these situations out of thin air. For Winnie, taking a bit or a tease too far was a thrill. She loved to overreact just to grab people's attention only to drop it with a giggle. It was a bizarre yet endearing power trip.

“Winnie!” You yelped her name before falling into giggles yourself at how ridiculous her claim was, very aware this was one of her ‘performances.’

“There’s 26 players on a team and you’re on two! Club and Country” she gestured to two different spaces in front of her with her hands spelling it out for Trent. “I’m only asking for one man.” She rolled her eyes at the stunned look on his face. She walked out of the room.

“I can’t tell if she was serious or not… Am I meant to set her up?” He said to you louder than he thought he did. Winnie’s voice echoing a ‘yes’ that made its way back to the living room where you were as she made her way down the halls away from you.

“You asked if I had to leave…you gonna miss me, baby?” Trent asked, a few minutes later, gently grabbing your jaw. The way his eyes looked into yours made you feel special. Made you feel love and then lust.

“Yeah, T. WIll miss you and this cock” you boldly stated. Your words drenched in neediness as you leaned forward to slide your hand over the bulge that had been tenting in his shorts.

“Mmm yeah? Show me then” He instructed you and your eyes lit up with greed. This was a terrible idea. Your dad would murder both of you, your mum would have a heart attack, Winnie might vomit but he looked so good and you were going to miss him… and his cock… for the 5 days you were about to be apart.

“Can you be quiet for me, baby?” you asked with feigned innocence in your eyes as you lowered yourself toward his length.

“I’ll be good.” He stroked over your cheek as he watched you lick the tip of his cock. He let out a moan, feeling your tongue graze over the slit leaking pre cum. Your eyes widened looking up at him annoyed because he literally just said he’d be quiet.

“Sorry, sorry. Start again. I’ll be good. I promise.” He tried to convince you. You ran your hands up his strong thighs as you licked his length from base to tip, not totally convinced by his promise but you didn’t care now that you had a taste. Desperate for more of him. Desperate to make him feel good. “Such a pretty girl, yeah?" He praised you in a whisper as you flashed your glossy eyes up to him. All you wanted was for him to tell you how good you were for him. He breathed deeply watching you trying not to make a sound. He didn’t do a great job but at least his words of encouragement were whispered. “That’s so good, baby, fuck. Keep going.” he quietly groaned. He tucked wisps of your hair behind your ear stopping your constant need to move your hair away from your sticky lips. He threw his head back against the couch cushion in pleasure at your movements. He ran his hand over his hair. The air had gone thick in the room. It was hard to breathe all of a sudden for both of you for different reasons. “Baby” he grunted at a normal volume warning you he was going to cum. He unraveled quickly to your delight. You clasped your hands around the backs of his knees, slacking your jaw just that much more for him to take all of him sucking in your cheeks as he released.

“Good?” you giggled after you swallowed, pulling yourself up using his thighs. He nodded out of breath. Eyes closed and head resting back onto the couch coming back to reality slowly. You climbed up on him and straddled over him. You slid off your shorts and to Trent’s surprise you weren’t even in panties. He just blew air out of his mouth amazed by your figure over him. Your tiny white baby tee clearly worn without a bra, nipples very out, and your pussy on full display for him to admire.

"You wet for me?" He asked and you nodded. You got wet just sucking him off and he knew that. He ran his fingers through your slick folds.

“Tell me what you want me to do, T” you whined, getting desperate for more. He was teasing you, giving you enough to lose your composure but not getting close to your entrance or clit.

“You’re gonna take my cock.” He demanded and you smirked and he began peppering kisses over your jawline. “and you’re gonna take my cum.” You aligned yourself with his already rehardened length. You sank down slowly not having his usual help preparing you for his size. You let out a whimper feeling the leaking tip of his cock burying himself inside your pussy. He began languid but purposeful thrusts up into you. He immediately felt you clench tigh around him as your jaw slacked and your brows pinched adjusting to his length. “So good f’me always.” he stoked your cheek with his thumb while his other hand held your helping you move on top of him.

“Please, T, I want to make you feel good. I want to be good for you.” Your words went straight to his cock. He smiled. Even in bed you were always well mannered. He loved when you begged for what you wanted. You liked T being in charge in the bedroom. You were politely submissive. You both were mindful you had to be quiet though so your words were hushed but they were potent. You both wanted to be good for the other. It was apparent with every deep upwards thrust of his and every merciless roll of your hips. It was all so needy and desperate.

“Oh fuck, baby. You make me feel so good. I want you to cum on my cock. I need to feel you.” He tried to whisper but his pleads were hard to keep in check with his shuddering breath as you were working on top of him. You both were climbing to your highs. “No one else will ever be able to fuck you ever again. No one else could ever fuck you the way I do.” He muttered into your neck trying to muffle his voice as he huffed.

“Nuh uh.” You moaned. You placed you mouth against him to quiet the volume of the sounds you wanted to make “Oh god, only you T. You forever. Only want you always.” Despite your dickmatized haze you genuinely meant that. You only wanted him to fuck you forever. Your thighs began to quiver.

“That’s right. Good girl. My girl.” He bit onto the most sensitive part of your neck he knew drove you crazy. “Absolutely no one else.” You picked up your pace even though your legs were aching, you wanted more of him. His breaths were hot against your skin, audible. You rode him for ages on the couch in pure euphoria. It must have been almost over any hour. You were surprised no one had come down stairs but were more relieved than anything else.

“I love you” you let out the most sinfully innocent moan in his ear. A sound he wanted to keep forever. His soul was completely in your grasp. The way you sounded and felt right now was his heaven. You pulled away and looked at him with twinkling eyes and he pushed up into hitting a spot so deep you had no other option to then fall into an earth shattering orgasm. Your face fell onto his shoulder biting him to not make a noise. He kissed your cheek repeatedly as he continuously thrusted into you as you attempted to move. White hot pleasure spread rapidly through your core. Seeing you cum always tipped Trent over the edge.

“I love you, baby. Gonna fucking cum inside my pussy, yeah? This pussy’s just f’me.” He confirmed his possessiveness over you and you loved it nodding eagerly. His drew his face into your neck and let out a strained moan as he thrusted up a few more times before he filled you up. Your eyes rolled back and closed. His cum leaking out of you more as you bounced on him a few more times helping him ride out his high, fucking his cum deep inside of you untill he was empty. You fell onto his chest heavily breathing tucking into his neck hugging him desperately.

“Let’s go to bed, hmm?” He asked quietly after you both had begun to calm. You pulled your head off him and looked at him so exhausted but with a glow he loved. You were the pretty girl who took everything he gave her just now but also the pretty girl he was unequivocally in love with

“I can’t feel my legs” you whined with a pout. You felt like you’d be given a lethal dose of euphoric pleasure.

“Oh, my poor baby.” he teasingly cooed, pressing his lips to yours gently. He picked you up sweetly and he wrapped your legs around his waist for you carefully as he carried you back to your bedroom.

Trent had to be at Liverpool’s team hotel tomorrow so he was out the door early. They had a game at MetLife stadium which is in New Jersey but it's for New York sports for context. It was kind of cool. Weird to be in an NFL stadium for football. It just gave off a different vibe. It didn’t feel right but it was more like exhibition games, upcoming season preparation.

“For youuu.” You cooed handing your dad the new LFC kit for the season as you got into his car. You were going to the game with your dad and Teddy. You had driven to the stadium with him from your beach house. Lauren and Winnie were also coming but they weren’t as fussed about the actual match. A lot of people you knew in Manhattan or just in the general TriState area were going to this match because it was an opportunity to see Premier League teams play and party. What was a little funny about it being in America though was that there were tailgates for the game, like it was a US college football game. Lauren and Winnie were within that group. People from college and friends you had from growing up all going together to get drunk. The football match was a second priority.

“You’ve got to come to more matches with me, dad.” You told him as you got to your seats just as the warm-ups for the game were beginning. You watched intently and more closely than most people do enjoying the sleeveless warm up gear Liverpool had on due to the summer heat. Trent looked particularly good, freshly tanned and toned.

“Gotta invite me.” Your dad cooed. “Isn’t that right Teddy girl? Don’t you want mummy to invite Pop Pop over to come see you?” He picked her up. She looked adorable in your opinion. She had on this season’s newest jersey freshly pressed with ‘daddy’ on the back. Bittersweetly for you, you had to get a bigger size now that she was getting older and growing. She had on white ruffled shorts and white adidas samba trainers that had red stripes. You sat through the match constantly having to point daddy out to Teddy. She was way more in tune with what was going on now. She could stand on her own for a few seconds before you’d have to help her. She could point and clap a little bit so games were all that much cuter now. As the end of the 90 minutes approached you got a notification your flight had been moved and you began to panic. You hated when plans shifted. Minor inconveniences really rattled you. The final whistle blew you were able to meet Trent but you were stressed and worried about finding a fix to your flight dilemma.

“My baby bear!!!! Did you have a fun time? Did you clap for dada with mama?” Trent asked, scooping Teddy out of your arms. You just smiled at them scrolling through your phone incessantly. “Hey… you alright, baby?” He looked at you and grabbed your chin with his free hand and lifted it up to make you look at him. He knew the face you gave him well. You were stressed. He knew your brain ran a million miles and hour. Very very different to his but he liked to help you, to help you settle it. “Baby.. take a deep breath for me. What’s going on?”

“Our flight got canceled or moved or I don't know and I have bad service and I need to make sure we get back because Teddy has her check up scheduled at the pediatrician and I already moved it once, and…” you babbled insistently.

“Baby….” Trent cut you off in a soothing voice. It felt like you were the only people in the room for a moment. His calming persona just wafted over you. You dropped your shoulders and took a deep breath in and exhaled it out your nose. Teddy tried to imitate the noises and breaths you took quite funnily. So both you and Trent laughed. “Good girl” Trent cooed to Teddy first. “Thank you.” He kissed your forehead and his hands that were resting on your hips crept up your torso raising the hem of your shirt slightly. “I will fix the flight for you. I’ll handle it, okay? You’ll make the appointment. It’s gonna be fine. Promise.” He kissed your lips this time. You you closed your eyes as your mind settled until you heard an ‘mawf” type noise from the cute little girl in Trent’s arm who was pursing her lips towards him waiting for her kiss from daddy.

You sat in a lounge type area after the game because Trent had a bit of free time and was allowed to come and hang out for a bit. So with him, your dad, Teddy, and a drunk Lauren and Winnie you all caught up.

“How’s Marce?” Lauren leaned forward inquiring about Trent’s brother. Winnie eyes widening with a smile knowing all the dirty details. You were close in age so you did a lot together but after you moved Winnie and Lauren met up more often just the two of them. You were happy they got closer but every Instagram story on a night out you couldn’t be at always made you a tinge jealous. If you and Lauren were trouble, her and Winnie were like hell on wheels. They were playing with fire anywhere they went.

“No, we’re not doing this again.” Trent responded, moving his gaze off of you and Teddy momentarily to look at her. Trent loved Lauren and just was joking but definitely didn’t want things to go any further than they had in the Marcel, Jude, Lauren triangle from Greece.

“Laurennnn” You palmed your forehead. “Laur is silly, huh?” you cooed in a baby voice to Teddy. It was a habit. It just happened, it was your life 24/7. You were a mum. Trent hummed concurring with you wiping his thumb over Teddy’s lips.

“No. Laur is not silly, Teddy girl.” She addressed Teddy but threw a glare at you then flicked her eyes back at Trent. “I asked how your brother is… is that suddenly a big deal?” She quipped back knowing very well her sentiment in asking was laced with a million different innuendos.

“It is when you kiss and tell, Lauren.” Your dad chimed in from his seat further down the table you were sitting at. You laughed hiding in Trent’s neck not knowing he had been listening to the whole conversation. Laurent rolled her eyes at your dad playfully.

“Lauren, you can’t just get with all of the men we have on deck.” Winnie looked at her with glossed eyes, still fairly drunk. “I mean, it’s not like T is helping me with who he has on any roster but…” she quipped with a laugh.

“Men on deck? Roster? Win… They are people and my friends. I'd like to keep my relationships with them and with you two if you don’t mind. Lauren already made her bed.” He rambled back at her with a smile teasing them both but also attempting to justify why he hadn’t set her up.

“They were good in bed though” Lauren chimed in. Trent made a face like he was gonna be sick.

“Ignoring that.” he looked at Lauren then back to Winnie. “Besides, I’m not just going to parade around every dressing room I’m in ‘Lads, anyone want my fiance's sister?’ Am I?”

“Well, you should. What picture do you show when people ask what I look like?” Winnie leaned forward asking both you and Trent.

“Teddy, please ignore everything that is coming out of the left side of the table’s mouth please.” Your dad piped up again. The chaotic conversation continued and definitely didn't get any better when Dom came over to grab Trent to leave. Winnie practically drooling. You said goodbye to Trent with a crying Teddy and it broke your heart. It was always the worst. She’d be okay but she also didn’t understand why daddy had to leave. Trent was knee deep in the few more days of preseason but did fix your flight issues the night after that match. You had to get back to your house, your dogs, your life, and your appointment for Teddy. You flew home with her and way too many bags you assured Trent you could handle but regretted it now. Thankfully you had some help from airport staff but it was still exhausting. You needed to sleep on the flight but had to wait till Teddy was out and even then you could only lightly sleep in case she needed something. You held her against your chest and she was good. You felt like she was getting alot more attached to you. Like something clicked, she felt like you were her home and being attached to you was the safest and comfiest place she could be. Even though she weighed a little more now and it was hard having someone glued to you all the time, it was a nice rewarding feeling.

You stood waiting for your Uber outside of arrivals at the Manchester airport with Teddy and the too many bags you promised you could carry. One of your suitcases tipped over as you attempted to wrangle them all.

“Uh Oh!” you cooed to Teddy making a surprised ‘o’ shape with your mouth and she lit up. She attempted to imitate you. It wasn’t great but it was cute nevertheless. “Yeah, Uh Oh! Teddy” You said once more but in your head you were actually saying ‘shit, shit, shit.’ You leaned over with teddy in your arms and saw a masculine hand grabbing the handle of the luggage before you could. He picked it up and you stood up straight again and looked at him.

“Oh wow… Thank you” You said inspecting a oddly familiar looking face. He was an older man but well kempt, dressed really nicely too.

“Not a problem. Visiting for long?” He asked politely clocking your American accent and what felt like 100 pieces of luggage around you.

“I guess you could say that, I visited a couple years ago… never left though” you candidly explained with a smile. You readjusted your hold of Teddy. You were focused on her but you could feel his eyes examining you.

“Have we met before?” He cooed, taking a closer look at Teddy and then you. Recognizing both faces in different ways almost perplexing him more.

“Hmmm” You thought for a moment. “You know what? Yeah, I think we have. I met you at the end of Liverpool’s last season a few months ago. My fiance introduced us. I believe you know him.” You responded recognizing that you had met this man at the party the club had thrown directly after the final match.

“I knew that face looked familiar. An Alexander-Arnold a mile away.” He cooed. He was talking about Teddy, of course. You hummed politely. “I’d love to talk to you sometime…” He continued talking. You paused a little confused what he was asking so you waited for him to say more. “ I am a lifelong fan of the club but I really work for Condé Nast and I’ve been wanting to do something to better understand the inside. What makes them tick?” He explained but it didn’t really give you any clearer idea of what he meant.

“Makes them tick?” you asked him, still trying to wrap your head around what was happening, while watching your baby, whilst looking for your Uber. You were slightly overstimulated but you were listening best you could.

“Your fiance. How do you make it work? It’s a weird dynamic I imagine. You make their world go round but you have your own life, your own interests. You're not out on pitch on match day. They come home to you, a valuable human, so who are you? I want to know about you." It was strange to hear someone speak about a relationship he didn't know anything about so honestly and almost insightfully like he already knew.

“You said Condé?” You asked just trying to organize this whole thing. You had worked with some of their publications before you moved and dabbled a little here and there after you did but not much anymore. You knew enough about the company though.

“Mostly GQ and Vanity Fair. In fact, that's where I met Trent first. I heard he was coming in for a shoot when a kind editor tipped me off that a footballer from my beloved club was coming in.” He spoke like such an old man, he had grandfather vibes in the best way. It felt like you were talking to stylish Santa in a hilariously endearing way.

“Oh, amazing. Well, I don’t know. I’ve never done any sort of official interview or thing in the public” you babbled starting to feel awkward. This was really uncharted territory. He gave you his card. You inspected it closely. God, this could all be some sort of ruse but it seemed legit as you read it time and time over again. ‘Bentley Brown’

“If you’d ever want to, I’d love to meet you again sometime for a tea or a pint and tell you more about what I think we could do.” You just nodded. “Lovely to meet you both. Best of luck with the season.” You stared at the business card for days after on your dresser in your bedroom. You’d never thought about people wanting to interview you. You’d had a career before and you had an instagram following now but that wasn’t anything official or noteworthy worth being published in print.

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