#andy robertson x you

[libraryofloveletters]

Perfect Match

Andy Robertson x Fem!Reader

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

Word Count: 3.4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'll edit them last."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

lfc26: Hey! How are you? 

The reply came but a few seconds later.

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

lfc26: Good as well, exhausted from work. 

photographer_10: I hope you get some rest. 

lfc26: I just hopped into bed. 

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

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

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

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

photographer_10: Are you a fan of Liverpool? 

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

lfc26: I am, why do you ask ? 

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

lfc26: Yeah lol, a proper lad.

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

lfc26: So I’ve heard. 

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

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

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

lfc26: You too :) 

--

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

It's starting to become an issue.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

--

It's Saturday, match day.

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, just a message from someone."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

photographer_10: Hey you.

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

Suddenly, he was wide awake.

lfc26: Hi, how are you? 

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

lfc26: I thought you forgot about me lol.

photographer_10: Never, you’re hard to forget.

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

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

photographer_10: I'm sure you look very handsome.

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

The next message catches him off guard. 

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

lfc26: Oh you beat me to it. 

photographer_10: By all means, please. 

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

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

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

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

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

photographer_10: Perfect, shall we meet somewhere? 

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

photographer_10: Sure, I’d love that :) 

--

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

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

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

"So?"

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

He nods, "a little, yeah."

"You want my advice?"

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

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

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

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

"I always smell good."

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

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

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

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

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

"Love you too, y/n!"

--

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

lfc26: on my way :)

photographer_10: okay!

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

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

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

"Andy?" You looked at him, confused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It seemed that you two were meant to be.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Andy Robertson (Liverpool) - Silent Night

Christmas [From The Vault]

Andy and Y/n eagerly took their seats in the crowded school auditorium, anticipation written across their faces as they awaited their son's first Christmas play. The air buzzed with excitement, and the couple exchanged glances, squeezing each other's hands in shared joy.

As the young performers took the stage, their son among them, singing voices rose in unison to the timeless melody of "Silent Night." Andy and Y/n sat side by side, beaming with parental pride. "I can see him, I can see him, look!" Andy said excitedly pointing out his little son in the front row, waving towards his parents. "That's my wee Harris!" The harmonious voices of the children filled the air, echoing the spirit of the season.

In the midst of the heartfelt performance, Y/n noticed a glistening tear in Andy's eye. She nudged him gently, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Is our tough footballer shedding a tear at a Christmas play?" She teased, her eyes twinkling with affection.

Andy chuckled, wiping away the stray tear. "Might be." He admitted, casting a loving glance at their son on stage. Y/n held her husbands hand and rubbed his arm in comfort. "Softy." She whispered. The two shared a series of light-hearted jokes, their laughter blending with the melodies around them.

The evening continued on as , the couple cherishing this milestone in their journey as parents. As the play continued on, they noticed their little Harris hadn't any lines. Andy grew worried and finally came his turn. He walked out and began doing keep ups as child number 2 in the play. He was doing alright but past 4 he began letting them fall. He looked around, a bit embarrassed as he kept letting them fall but one look over to his dad smiling had him back doing his kick ups and forgetting everyone else. "He's not very good is he? With the kick ups?" One of the dads in front of them said. Andy looked away from Harris for a moment and looked confused. "He's meant to be Andy Robertson's kid. Whys he so shit?" The man whispered to his wife. Y/n overheard it too and squeezed Andy's hand a couple times to help calm him. Andy looked over at her reassuringly and smiled, squeezing back. Then, as they looked back, music had started and Harris had a singing solo. The pair looked on with gleaming pride as their son began singing quite beautifully if they said so themselves.

As the final notes of the play resonated, Andy and Y/n stood together, applauding proudly for their son and the talented young performers. As the students made their way backstage, the parents all awaited. "Didn't think a footballers son would be so good at singing." The same dad from earlier joked. Andy turned his head at the rude remark and looked amongst the small group of men laughing along. "You'd assume he'd be a footballer, not a singer." Andy clenched his jaw and turned to confront them, but Y/n stopped him. "Come on, Andy. They're just arseholes." Y/n said, pulling him away, hoping he wouldn't go and do something drastic. They stood by the stage awaiting their son to come out and in due time he did.

"Dad!" Harris came running out and right into the arms of his dad. "You did so good!" Andy said, lifting the boy up and over his shoulders. "I say we go get a bit of Mc Donald's, how's that sound?" Harris cheered before the couple left. "The nerve of them though, Y/n. It's like they'd never seen High School Musical! He can be both!" Y/n laughed and wrapped an arm around her husband as she kissed his cheek. "He's just like you then." Andy chuckled as he draped an arm around Y/n, the warmth of shared joy enveloping them. This was the first of many magical moments they would witness as parents, and the bond they shared only deepened with each passing experience.

[wavypotatochips]

hey idk if you'd do an imagine for Andy Robertson I'll ask anyways 🫶🏼 so klopp brings his niece (the reader) to meet the lfc squad and her and andy are giggling and stuff and the whole team teases him the rest of the day about it then he asks her for her number and it's just very wholesome!! ty luv 🥹

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You feel an overwhelming rush of excitement when your father, Klopp, unexpectedly invites you to help him decorate the event for the Liverpool football team. As a typical father, he's always been a bit hesitant to introduce you to the players, wanting you to continue to focus on your college studies instead of ‘boys’. I mean after all, pursuing a PhD in kinesiology to become a physical therapist isn't an easy thing to do. But this time, he decides to make an exception, and you jump at the chance to take a break from your studies and spend time with the team. As you help the hired workers to set up the venue for the team's arrival, you can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building inside you thinking about how you get to see the team so close up. 

As the finishing touches are put in place, you catch a glimpse of someone approaching. It's none other than Andy Robertson, the star left-back for Liverpool and the object of your affection. Your heart races as you take in his presence, feeling a rush of excitement and joy. Seeing him in person is a dream come true, and you can hardly believe your luck.

Your heart skips a beat as he approaches you, his smile lighting up the room.

"Hey there," he says, flashing a grin that could light up the room. "I don't think we've met before. I'm Andy."

You introduce yourself, feeling nervous and a bit tongue-tied. "Hi, I'm Y/N. It's so great to meet you."

"Likewise," he says, looking you up and down. "I have to say, you're looking amazing today."

You blush, not quite sure how to respond. "Thanks, I tried to look nice for the event."

"Well, you definitely succeeded," he says, winking. "I can't take my eyes off you."

You laugh, feeling giddy with excitement. You two continued to talk for what seemed like a while, exchanging playful banter and laughs. As the event comes to a close, the whole team starts teasing Andy about his obvious attraction to you.

"Ooh, Andy's got a crush!" one of his teammates jokes, nudging him playfully.

Andy takes it all in stride, laughing along with them. Although, You can't help but feel a bit embarrassed as the other players tease Andy about his obvious attraction to you. But Andy takes it all in stride, clearly not shy about his feelings.

"Don't listen to these guys," he says, grinning at you. "They're just jealous that they don't have someone as beautiful and smart as you to hang out with."

You feel a warmth spreading through your body at his words, unable to believe that this handsome and talented football player is interested in you.

But when it's just the two of you left in the room, he turns to you with a serious expression.

"Hey, Y/N," Andy says with a charming smile, "I hope I haven't been blabbering so much and annoying you haha. I was wondering if you'd like to grab a cup of coffee at a nearby cafe. Once I'm finished with the photographers? I have some free time before I have to head back home, and I'd love to chat with you more."

You can feel your heart skip a beat at the suggestion. "That sounds great," you say, trying to contain your excitement.

Andy looks relieved and continues, "Awesome, I know it's a bit sudden, but I couldn't resist asking you. But If you're not able to go tonight, I completely understand.``

You can feel your heart continuing to race as you consider his offer. "No no i'll definitely be able to go, I'll catch you around?," you say, feeling a smile spreading across your face.

He grinned, appearing content. "Yes you will, Y/N." Turning around, he moves out of the room and down the hallway to another room where the photos were being taken.

Later that evening, after the event had ended, you anxiously waited for Andy outside the venue, hoping he would still be able to take you to the nearby cafe. To make sure you could go, you had lied to your dad and said you were meeting a friend at the cafe. He had believed you and told you to be safe and that he still has work to do but will text you when he's ready to leave.

As you waited, your heart raced with excitement and nervousness. Finally, you see Andy jogging towards you, dressed in more casual attire to help blend in with the crowd - a pair of Nike tracksuits, a cap, and shades. He looks even more handsome than before, and you can't help but feel grateful for this moment.

"Ready?" he asks, extending his hand for you to take. You nod eagerly, a huge smile spreading across your face, and grab his hand. The touch of his hand sends shivers down your spine, and you feel your heart skip a beat.  As you walk with Andy, you can't believe how lucky you are. You have been a fan of Liverpool FC for years, and now you are walking down the street hand in hand with one of their star players. The conversation flows easily between the two of you, and you find yourself laughing at his jokes and feeling completely at ease.

As you arrive at the coffee shop, Andy gallantly holds the door open for you, and you can't help but feel a flutter in your heart at his chivalry. As you both approach the counter, you patiently wait in the queue until it's time to order your preferred coffee. Once you've placed your orders, you grab your drinks and begin searching for a cozy table to sit at. You scan the bustling shop, looking for a quiet corner where you can continue your conversation. Andy follows you to the table, pulling out your chair for you to sit down. As you sip on your coffee, you can't believe that you're on a date with Andy Robertson, one of the most talented footballers in the world. Over the course of the date, you learn more about him, from his humble beginnings in Scotland to his journey to becoming a professional footballer. You're amazed by his dedication and passion for the sport, and you can't help but feel drawn to his kind, genuine nature.

In turn, you share stories about your own life and your passions, and he listens intently, hanging onto your every word. As the conversation flows effortlessly, you can feel yourself falling deeper and deeper for him with each passing moment. As the evening comes to an end, Andy walks you back to the event venue. As he stops in front of you, he looks at you with a serious expression, and you can feel your heart racing in anticipation of what he might say next. "Y/N, I know we just met, but I feel like there is something special between us," he says, his gaze locked onto yours. "I would love to see you again, if you would be interested." Your heart leaps with joy at his words, and you can't help but feel a thrill run through your body. "Of course, I would love that," you say, smiling up at him.

Andy takes out his phone while maintaining a smile on his face. "Great! Can I get your phone number? "He holds out his phone and asks. You take his phone and start typing your number while nodding.

As you two share one last warm hug, you turn around to walk into the building while he walks towards the parking lot where the charter bus is waiting. You can't help but feel excited about the future and the potential for something more with this amazing man.

You can't even believe what has just happened. You feel like the luckiest person in the world to have had the chance to spend time with Andy Robertson. You know that there may be challenges ahead, given the high-profile nature of his career and the scrutiny that comes with it, but you are willing to face them head-on for the chance to be with him.

[whorekneecentral]

Mistletoe Means Kisses

Andy Robertson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: andy goes a little overboard, a fuck ton of mistletoe, so many kisses, he gives you a house tour even tho you live there, cheesy comments but that's just how andy is, one diss on Everton lmao, shower sex!, oral (m!receiving), face fucking, fingering, penetrative sex (p in v), trent gets bullied even tho he's not there.

Word Count: 1,449

Author's Note: okay so I didn’t know mistletoe didn’t have a smell but I always assumed it smelled minty so I’m going with that for the sake of the fic lol

merry smutmas series

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The overpowering smell of mistletoe hits you when you walk into he house, your husband came up with his own plan while you were out. 

Your husband was a romantic.

Most would see him as a jokester, which he was, but under all of that, Andy was the biggest sap you had ever met in your life.

Hence your lack of surprise when you returned home from work to see the bundle of mistletoe hanging over the front door. You smile, unlocking the door to meet the overwhelming smell of mint. Typically, you didn't mind the smell but god, this was overwhelming.

It was as if someone was shoving a mint plant up your nose.

"Andrew!" You shouted from the front door, kicking your shoes off. "What the hell is going on-" you're cut off, your husband's arm wrapped around your waist as he pulls you into a kiss, dipping you in the process.

"Hi beautiful," Andy smiles, letting you go.

You can't help but smile too. "Hi Andy." You gave him another kiss, "why does it smell like that in here?"

He grins, his big brown eyes already getting you to forgive him for whatever he's done. Andy's hand in yours, the man pulling you through the house, stopping under every doorway - there's a bundle of mistletoe hanging.

The living room, dining room, kitchen, bathroom, garage, basement, storage room, pantry, bedroom, office.

If there was a doorway, there was mistletoe hanging there.

You two were stopped in the kitchen currently, Andy's hands wandering down to your ass as he pulled you flush against him. Your husband kisses you and you feel yourself melt against him, the two of you making out like you were 20 again.

Pulling away finally, your hand rests on his chest. "Did you rob a mistletoe farm? Where did you even get all of this?"

"I bought out the nursery," he smiled proudly.

"How- Andy, what the hell? It's a week to Christmas, how did you manage to get him to do that ?"

It was no secret that the man who ran your local plant nursery was a bit of a scrooge. He was the grumpiest man in town, it didn't matter what you were buying plants or flowers for - Christmas, birthdays, valentines, anniversaries - he was always sour. He did have the freshest and the nicest flowers and plants in all of Liverpool.

"Promised him tickets for the Merseyside derby, he's an Everton fan." Andy makes a disgusted face, causing you to laugh.

"You didn't have to buy out the place, babe. You act as if I don't kiss you."

"what can I say?" Andy smiles, his brows raising in amusement. "I'm a romantic."

Shaking your head, you give him one last kiss. "I'm gonna take a shower, work was exhausting today." "Okay," Andy smiles, letting you go.

Making your way into the bathroom, you turn the shower on to warm up while you take your makeup off and undressed. Again, the smell of mint crept up on you and you can't seem to put your finger on it.

Looking around, you made sure you locked the bathroom door so it wasn't coming from the bundle hung above the door.

Finally, you spot it.

Somehow your husband used all his brain cells to get a bundle of mistletoe hung over the shower, tied on by a ribbon. You were fed up with the mistletoe already and you had only been home for 40 minutes.

Opening the bathroom door, you shout for your husband. "Andrew!"

The second Andrew since you've gotten home, he must really be in trouble. You can hear the footsteps up the stairs, the man holding the door frame as he rushed in, "what? What's going on? Are you okay?"

"What the fuck?" You point to the mistletoe above the shower. "How did you even get up there to put it there?"

Andy ignores your yelling and instead, shuts you up with a kiss.

You let him kiss you, slowly walking back to the shower. You push the door open, the stream bellowing out from behind you as you pull him into the shower, fully dressed, with you.

"Babe," he laughed, his clothes now soaked. "What are you doing?" Your hands slipping under his shirt, feeling the muscles along his torso, the were fabric clinging to your hands.

"I just think," you start, kissing down his jaw to his neck. Andy's head tilts, giving you space. "That I should kiss you," you whispered, moving down to his collarbone and there's the spot you were looking for - a whimper slipping past Andy's lips. "Properly." You tell him, sinking down onto your knees in front of him.

It takes Andy a second to gather himself, as if his brain hadn't caught up to what was happening in front of him.

Once it does, he pulls his shirt off, watching as you undo his pants. He steps out of them, his hand tangled in your hair as your lips wrap around the tip of his cock, tongue circling the tip.

His hand reaches for you to pull you forward. His cock in your mouth, your own hands on his thighs as you feel him push your head down to take all of him.

“Your mouth was made just for me hm?” He asks, looking down at you. 

Your hair wrapped around his hand as he controls the pace, your head bobbing up and down, lips wrapped around him and your tongue running over the vein on the underside of his cock. 

Andy's hand moves from your hair to your jaw, holding in place as his hips thrusts forward. His grip on your jaw tighter now, fucking your throat. There’s spit running down your chin, your eyes watery as you look up at him and Andy just smiles, brushing the hair away from your face.

He pulls you up from the floor, wiping your chin off before he kisses you again. He turns you, the two of you standing directly under the water. He takes another step, leading you to rest your back on the cold tile wall. 

His hand shifts to rest on your hip, giving it a squeeze before moving down to pull your leg up a bit to rest on the edge of the tub. Your head rests on the wall when Andy slips two fingers into you. 

Your hand gripping on his shoulder, “Andy, fuck- oh, that, do that again.” You ramble out in one breath, chest heaving, his fingers curling upwards. 

He loved when you praised him, telling home. how good he makes you feel. Andy brings you just to the edge of your orgasm before he stops, moving his fingers to your mouth. 

Before you could complain, Andy had pushed his lips past your lips. 

“Suck,” He tells you, feeling your tongue lap his fingers. Meanwhile, his other hand is wrapped around his cock, rubbing it along your slit, slapping on your clit a few times. 

“Baby,” you whimper, eyes pleading with him, “fuck me.” You beg, your hand wrapped around his wrist. 

Not having the heart to deny you anymore, Andy hooks your leg on his hip instead of resting it on the ledge. He pushes into you, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. His lips met yours, a hand resting on your hip to keep you up as he fucked you, your body welcoming him like he belonged there. 

His other hand rests on your cheek, pulling your focus to him. “I love you,” he whispers against your lips. 

“Hm I love you,” you say back, your hand resting on his jaw. 

He can feel you squeezing his cock, your eyes fluttering closed. Andy pats your jaw lightly, “look at me,” he tells you. “If you want to cum, open your eyes.”

You give in, your eyes opening a little and his thrusts are sloppy, you know he’s just as close as you are. A few more thrusts and you’re over the edge, calling his name as you do. 

The two of you were tangled in each other for another minute or two before you decided to wash away the mess you had just made before you got out of the shower.

Andy sits on the edge of the bathtub, towel around his waist as he watches you brush your hair. You walk over to him, the silk robe swayed as you did, standing between his legs.

his hand rests on your butt, head tipped back as you brushed his hair for him. "You'll have to take some of the mistletoe down, it's giving me a headache babe."

Andy nods. "I'll give it to Trent, he seems like he's bad at romance."

You pinched his jaw lightly, "don't be mean, he's still your vice captain," you joked, kissing his nose.

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[slutfortrent]

tomorrow - trent alexander arnold

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Trent?” You breathe.

“Mhm.”

“Lets get married baby.”

[formulalfc]

Andy would deffo be the type of Boyf to always have a hand on your bum don’t even argue with me

for real!!! its a gesture that you both find comforting when in a crowded place or even amongst family and friends. he'll pull you into him and slowly stroke a line down your spine until his hand stops at your bum giving it a little pat before he lets it rest there, giving you a cheeky grin as he continues talking to virgil about next week's game. your heart flutters in your chest every time he does it, filling your heart with warmth over the beautiful life you guys created.

inbox is open send me some ramble requests <3

[fletchysohot]

VI.

Oh how I miss her! (feat. Andy Robertson)

Lil cheeky request from @yellowkitkieran because sometimes we all need someone else hold down the fort and write about our fave people for us so we don't have to. Kieran at Scotland camp, missing his girlfriend so bad he decides to get a 2nd opinion from a teammate about how to woo a girl. Cute and sweet.

Hope you are all enjoying int break!

Word Count: 2.2k

Days on international break have become mundane and repetitive to say the least, the weather of somehow always cold and rainy Scotland making the days seem grimmer. Kieran used to yearn for international break, the chance to play for his country and wear the crest above his heart being his favourite time of year. But this time it's different. This time he had to leave you behind and travel back up north. His heart had almost broken and shattered when he had to get out of your comfortable and warm bed to say goodbye, painfully aware that you would be out of his reach for so long. He had however not expected missing you to be this hard and painstaking. He did not account for that worry that you have somehow forgotten him would cloud his mind once in a while, even though you texted at any chance. He had also not accounted for the fact that not being able to spoil you would somehow make him feel less worthy of your time.

The man has spent the last three hours pacing his room trying to figure out how to make you feel loved and appreciated. He knows you are not the type for grand gestures like hiring a skywriter or a limousine that would take you to Scotland, although the thought has crossed his mind. He also doesn't  want it to come off as a second thought like sending you a balloon that said I love you. It was too early for that and somehow also too late for that. 

Kieran has always insisted that his one true love is the beautiful game of football. Ever since he was a wee lad his life has revolved around the ball at his feet. No matter what was happening around the man, whether it be teenage breakups or moves across the country to follow his dream, to a place where he has no friends, football had been the one constant in his life. But now after you have come into his life everything has changed and been tossed upside down.

No matter how he tries to wrap his head around the issue and live up to his own expectations, somehow none of the ideas in his mind seem to measure up to what he thinks you deserve. 

—-

And so here he is, standing at the door bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet. He stretches the sweaty fingers from the fist they have been the whole way here, trying to calm down. The man tries to stretch his neck, to hopefully get rid of the cramp that has formed between his shoulder blades. He's never been stressed to talk to any of his teammates, let alone Andy. But somehow he is thrown back in time, back to being a child about to ask one of the older kids if he can join their football game after class. Kieran considers giving up and retreating to his room and spending another five hours trying to find a way to swoon you. 

But it's too late, because the door is swinging open and he is met by the warm brown eyes of his captain.

“Kieran!” the older man sounds excited, the surprise evident on his face. 

Kieran doesn't reply, suddenly a knot is stuck in his throat, all the colour drained from his face. 

“Are you okay?” Andy's eyes fill for worry and honestly it almost makes the Kieran cry. Andy's eyes have always given away every ounce of his emotion he's feeling and now seeing himself be the reason for those same usually gleeful eyes to be full of pain and sadness and worry makes him want to scream into a pillow.

“Yeah I'm okay.” Kieran almost doesn't recognize his voice from how strained it sounds. 

Andy doesn't reply.

“I-” Kieran stammers “I- Can I come in?”

“Yes, of course,” Andy replies instantly, stepping aside so Kieran can walk into the room. “You are not making my worry less however.”

“Now tell me, what's wrong?” Andy asks Kieran, who stands awkwardly in the middle of the room, feeling the burning gaze of his friend on him. “Kieran? Sit! You are stressing me out!”

“Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!” The younger scrambles to plop down on the end of the bed. Andy sits down on one of the chairs in the corner of the room. 

An awkward silence falls between the pair, the only sound is Kieran awkwardly and rather desperately running his hands up and down his thighs in an attempt to dry his hands over his pants.

“Kieran!” Andy is the first to break the silence, his voice dripping with urgency.

“I shouldn't have come here,” the younger groans. 

“I'm worried about you and I won't let you leave. You look absolutely distraught, dripping with sweat and pale as a ghost…” Andy raies an eyebrow, “and that's coming from me!”

Kieran cracks a smile letting out a heavy breath. “I need advice” he finally let's out.

“Oh God if you need me to check a spot that may be a std-” Andy exclaims, rubbing his hand over his face. 

“Ew no! Is that something that happens?” Kieran looks at him startled. 

“Oh thank God! You would be surprised and slightly concerned if you knew how often.” A heavy sigh of relief tumbles out of Andy's chest.

  “Who?” Kieran cracks a half smile.

“Did you come here to gossip or?” Andy laughs lightly, an undertone of authority still evident beneath the playful exterior. 

“Okay okay.” Kieran rubs his temple in defeat.

“Well?” 

“Okay so…” Kieran begins and pauses.

“Okay so?” Andy repeats as if to encourage Kieran to talk.

“Okay so… I miss my girlfriend.” Kieran pauses waiting for Andy to laugh, but no sounds follow, instead Andy watches him with genuine kindness and almost love in his eyes. 

So Kieran continues, “Like, it's new and I know it's silly but she's so different from anyone before. Like usually I love being here, but right now there is nowhere else I'd rather be than on her couch watching one of her stupid shows and laughing about the people on the screen or walking around London trying to find the best kebab in the whole city or trail behind her as she explores every inch of the museum, observing her never ending curiosity to learn new things in real life. Fuck I'd even gladly sit shoulder to shoulder with her on the stuffy train, just cause she needs to try a specific doughnut flavour on the other end of the city just to find out they had a store around the corner from her apartment a few days later. As long as she's next to me. Like how the hell have I fallen this bad for someone in a few months…”

He looks at Andy through his lashes, a helpless look in his eyes.

“I get you,” Andy says without much thought. The earnest look in the older's eyes almost shocks the younger, but then Kieran realises that Andy and him may not be in such different situations. It's the way Andy looks beyond Kieran's shoulder, his gaze searching for someone or something. Kieran thinks about how he's seen Andy and his wife embrace whenever they have games, how the older looks at the woman and how she looks at him. Like they are each other's light in the dark, he thinks about how Andy always sneaks off away from the other lads to call home and wish her goodnight, to read bedtime stories. Kieran thinks back to how he's never seen his captain more happy than when his son runs into his arms at games. 

Andy might not have a hot, sexy girlfriend that makes his head spin and butterflies erupt in his stomach, but he has a family. He has a wife that loves him through all the highs and lows, someone he's withstood the trials of time with. Andy has something Kieran wishes he would have with you in a few years. 

“So what can I help you with?” The curiosity in Andy's voice brings Kieran out of his little daydream. The suddenness of reality makes his cheeks sting and burn. 

“I'm not sure she knows how important she is to me,” he croaks.

“Now that I doubt. I'm sure she knows how important to you she is.” Andy softens his voice, mistakenly thinking Kieran is here looking for comfort. The slight unintended pity makes Kieran want to crawl into the ground never to be seen again.

“No! It's not that!” the words fall from his mouth like a waterfall, harsh and messy. His hands grow sweaty and shame fills his eyes. This was a mistake.

Andy straightens up, clearly slightly taken aback by the younger's outburst. The older's face is contorted in concentration, searching for an answer without having to ask. He must have noticed the panic in the eyes of Kieran.

“I wanted to ask for advice on how to make her feel special… Like you have a wife, you know these things.” He scratches the back of his neck, each word making him internally cringe and retract.

“Oh?” At first it sounds like a hiccup but based on the expression on the other man's face Kieran deduces that it was Andy who was left surprised. 

“Do you think,” Kieran is suddenly overly aware of everything around the two of them, “you might have any advice?”

“I can try.” Andy laughs, the sound making Kieran feel more safe and relaxed instantly, “Does she like flowers?”

“Uh I think she does,” Kieran says unsure of himself.

“What's her favourite flower?” Andy asks, leaning forward, waiting for an answer.

Kieran doesn't reply at first. He closes his eyes replaying every moment of the two of you together, trying to remember you mentioning flowers or plants. With each passing second his heart beats faster, his skin becoming moist again and worry creeps up his spine inch by excruciating inch.

“I don't know." Kieran's voice sounds pained and small and full of shame. His eyes are now lined by tears. 

“It's okay,” Andy says softly. “It's still early in the relationship. Maybe you just forgot at the moment. How about we go off what flowers remind you of her?”

Kieran nods.

“How about roses?” Andy offers.

“She's not basic like a rose,” Kieran instantly retorts.

“Okay no roses.” Andy nods, mentally noting down the comment, “I'll know not to get you roses too.”

The comment makes Kieran ease up again, to relax back onto the bed.

“What about lilies?” Andy asks again.

“Too posh.”

“Daisies?” “Not special enough.”

“Irisis?”

“No…” Kieran feels frustration creep into his mind at coming off so difficult when it's just flowers. It would have been so much easier if he had just known what your favourite flower is.

“What about peonies? They are very beautiful and I think those are special.”

Kieran shakes his head, eyes filling with tears again and his lip quivering. There has to be a million types of flowers in the world and none of them seem to hit the mark. 

“Okay no peonies.” Andy nods “How about you tell me what she reminds you of? Maybe then we will know what flower to look for?”

“She's like the sun. She makes every day worth waking up to and she brightens my world. Until I met her everything seemed to just be chaos but now I feel like she's pulled me into her orbit and now we revolve around each other. Like it's not been so long since we started dating but all I think about is her and I know I sound crazy and whatever but something about her just pulls me in and I can't explain it.” Kieran's face lights up as he talks about you. 

“You really like this girl huh?” Andy's smile illuminates his eyes.  

“Yeah.” Kieran feels himself blush.

“You should get her sunflowers,” Andy says,  “they are pretty and special and have the name sun in them.”

Sunflowers! Sunflowers are perfect! You took Kieran on your first date to the art museum to see an exhibit about Vincent Van Gogh and you spent hours telling him about how much you loved his art, especially the painting of sunflowers. You were wearing a lingerie set with tiny embroidered sunflowers the first time the two of you were intimate. 

“I should send Rachel some peonies,” Andy wonders to no one in particular. “It's been ages since I sent her flowers just for fun.”

Kieran smiles at the older.

“You want some company at the flower store tomorrow?” Andy asks Kieran. “I'm sure they will let us sneak out for a few hours.”

“I'd love nothing more,” Kieran grins at his friend.

As Kieran and Andy stand at the door Kieran hugs him tightly.

“Thank you so much Andy ” his voice is muffled against his friend's shoulder.

“Any time,” Andy chuckles. “I'm here to help you on and off pitch after all.”

[tl-trashtalk]

it's driving me mad (i want you)

Relationship: Andrew Robertson/Pablo Martín Páez Gavira

Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn, Couch Cuddles, Nipple Play, Spanking, Spit As Lube, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Barebacking, Come Marking, Sappy Ending, Fluffy Ending

Summary:

It starts off innocent enough with Gavi draped across his lap, even if it hardly ever stays that way. Part of the excitement and fun for Robbo is letting the laddie think he’s actually being sly about it. Sly isn't even in Gavi’s vocabulary. or the one where Robbo and Gavi have hot hot couch sex.

[captainreecejames]

Down Bad || My Ex is a Footballer OP81 Edition

links [masterlist][my ex series masterlist]

summary it's time you date someone actually your age

pairings ex!andy robertson x reader, oscar piastri x reader

warnings not a good relationship with robertson, cursing

notes guys I'm not a liverpool fan so this was hard for me [kidding]. this took so long because I had trouble getting the dynamic right also I got a new job and working two places has not been easy but I gotta make money in this world.

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ynusername and we're back!!! Starting off with some helmet swaps and getting papa stroll a debut on the page

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[melanieph321]

Dominik Szoboszlai x Reader - The Double Date Part 2/2

Part 1

Reader unwillingly joins her best friend on a double date with Andy Robertson and Dominik Szoboszlai.

Enjoy!

"Now, why did you have to tell Dominik that you had a boyfriend?"

You arrived at the crowded rooftop bar. Lexi, immediately pulling you aside.

"Because I do."

"No, you don't." She chuckled. "We've been over this."

"The guy is a dickhead Alexandra. It's better that I astablish some boundaries before he tries to hit on me."

"Right, and when exactly do you think that will happen? The two of you have barely spoken a word to each other."

"Because his a dickhead."

She rolled her eyes. "Okay, fine. Maybe he is. But I'm really trying to hit it off with Andy, but if he sees that you and Dominik aren't getting along...."

"Okay, okay." You sighed. "I got it, I'll play nice."

"That's all I ask." She kissed your cheek and strutted over to Andy, who stood chatting with a friend. A lot of known faces were encountered at the Gallaway. It was a nice place. Known for its expensive alcohol and wild nightlife. But nothing beat the view. You let the cool breeze stir your hair as you moved to the balcony railing. Liverpool at night was truly breathtaking.

"It's nice, no?"

"Dominik?" You turned in suprise, not expecting him to find you and not the other way around.

"The view." He smiled. It's nice, no?"

You look back over the city. "It really is."

A comfortable silence came then about, lasting longer than you wanted. Then Dominik moved closer to you, leaning in for you to hear him over the music. "It takes a while to get a drink from the bar. Do you want me to go ahead and order for you?"

"Erm...sure. That would be great, actually. A redbull vodka, please. Make that a double shot."

He made a sound under his breath.

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing." He grinned.

"Just fucking say it Dominik, we're both adults."

He chuckled. "Y/N, It's really nothing. I guess I expected you to have a fancier taste, that's all."

"Well, are you the one paying for the drinks?"

"....maybe"

"I guess I'll have a glass of Moët then."

"And two shots of Grey Goose?"

You frowned.  "Two shots?"

"Yes, one for me and one for you." He winked, leaving you a bit dumbfounded as he made his way through the crowded balcony. It left you with the sudden urge to check on your makeup. However, that's when a pair of heels rushed towards you, ambushing you from behind.

"God, Lexi. What's gotten into you?

She looked pale and breathless from her little run. "He's here." She panted.

"Who is here?"

"Mike."

"What?"

"Yes, and he's here with another girl."

Most of the rage had left you once you made it through the crowded rooftop. But then you spotted your boyfriend with his arm around another girls waist, his mouth nibbling at her ear, and the rage that welled up inside of you was quickly replaced by something heavy, almost unbearable "Whatta hell, Mike?"

He froze at the sound of your voice. It took him a second to spot you in the midst of the crowd. And as his arm let go of the girls' waist, you felt a presence beside you other than Lexi and Andy's. It was Dominik, back with your drinks. He was back just in time to witness the most humiliating moment of your life.

"Y/N, I can explain." Mike made his way over to you, wearing the clean cut suit that you gifted him for his birthday just last month.

"She's just a friend right?" You said, watching the woman that stood awkwardly in the back. You knew it would be her, it was always her. Mike's best friend from medical school. The one he always made excuses for, even if it meant missing a date night. Or that time you needed help moving out of your apparment. Even tonight. A Friday night that you should've spent with your boyfriend instead of chaperoning your best friends double date.

"Look, can we speak for a moment." He said. "...in private."

"No way buddy." Lexi stepped forward.

"I wasn't talking to you was I?"

"Hey man..." Andy put a hand on Mike's chest for him to step off.

"Y/N, who are these people?"

You felt a tug at your arm, Dominik, with his hand around your wrist. You turned to him and saw the expression on his face, one that you only recognize from the football pitch.

"Y/N, please. Let me take you home and we can talk about this."

"No, Mike."

"What?"

Your voice was frail, but you spoke through the pain. "I said no."

"You heard her buddy, she's staying with us."

"Andy, please." Lexi said. Like you, she saw the look in Mike's eyes, realizing that the situation was escalating into something....toxic.

"Fuck, this." He groaned. "Let's go—" He reached for your arm, however that's when he noticed Dominik's grip around it.

"Huh, what's this now?" His eyebrows furrowed but quickly faltered when he realized....."Szoboszlai?" He was a fan, but Dominik didn't seem to care as his grip around your hand tightened, much like the expression on his face. "Let's go." He muttered.

"What?"

He turned to you, nodding his head. "I'll take you home. Let's go."

"O...okay."

"The hell you are."

"Andy!" Lexi shouted as he threw himself towards Mike, who initially threw himself at you. Luckily, Dominik was quick to pull you to stand behind him. What unfolded next could have been a disaster hadn't it been for the bouncers, grabbing Mike and escorting him away from the rooftop, towards the escalators.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Lexi asked.

You were brought to sit at the table, but you struggled to express how you felt right in that moment. "I...I think I'm just gonna go home."

"Of course." Lexi nodded. "We'll take you home right now."

"No, please. Stay. I don't want to ruin your date."

"It's a double date, love." Andy said, his smile mending your heart. "We'll all leave together."

"That's very sweet of you Andy but I really don't want—"

"I'll take her."

"... impose." It was the second time in the span of few minutes that Dominik had managed to scrap all previous assumptions that you had about him.

"I'll take her. You guys keep having a great night." He said and basically dragged you away from the crowd towards the escalators. You shifted your head once you were out on the street, worring about bumping into Mike. Dominik kind on the other hand, paced himself by walking back and forth as if he was trying to calm himself down or something.

"Hey, it's okay." You said, approching him.

He shook his head for you not to touch him, at least for that split second when he looked to have the ability to flip the nearest car onto its roof.

"I just fucking hate guys like that." He said, claming down a bit.

"Cheaters?"

He looked to you, a sly smile on his lips. "Nah, dickheads. They ruin everything."

"I agree." You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to keep warm.

"I'm sorry. Give me a second. I'll call us an Uber."

Dominik was quick to make the call for an Uber, and soon a car pulled up to the sidewalk where you stood. Dominik held the door open for you and let the driver drop you off near a kebab joint not too far from your address.

"You need to eat." He said. And just the way he said it, with such authority, made it impossible for you to protest.

Dominik ended up ordering you a lot of food. You invited him up to your apartment to share it with you. However, he hesitated as the two of you lingered on the streets below.

"The food is for you, not me." He smiled.

"I'll feel like a piece of shit eating all of this food by myself."

"Don't. Your ex-boyfriend is the one who should feel like a piece of shit."

You chuckled. It was a very sweet thing of him to say. He was all around sweet to you compared to the beginning of the night. You wondered why that was.

"It was nice meeting you Y/N, have a good night."

"Dominik?" You stopped him from leaving.

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry for this double date thing. I know I was a bit moody at the start, but that's only because my friend really wanted me to come with her even though she knew about Mike. Although she was probably right about him being toxic. Still, I didn't listen to her and ended up ruining the entire night."

He smiled. A brimming smile, showing off his immaculately white teeth. "It's okay. I only came to make sure my friend Andy wasn't being set up by yet another girl. He's a really good guy, you know. But terrible with women. I told him not to take you guys to that arcade. I mean, what guy invites beautiful girls to play video games?"

"I assume you know what girls want then?"

He smirked. "Nah, everybody's different. Some of them prefer staying home, posting terrible songs on Tiktok."

"I've never—"  It suddenly hit you. The reason for his mood at the beginning of the night.

Oh, God. Oh god.

He's heard it.

Of course he's heard it, as fans were singing it all last season.

Dommy Dommy, sat on a wall. Dommy Dommy had a great fall.....

"Humpty Dumpty, eh?"

"Dominik, I'm so sorry."

"I thought fans would be more sympathetic to their injured players. But then I see a song go viral about two girls referring to me as an egg. An egg?"

You chuckled. "I really am sorry, Dominik. Lexi and I were just having a laugh. It's kind of our thing."

"Yeah, I got that."

Wait, so you knew who I was before meeting me? But that means that Andy—"

"Like I said," Dominik smiled. "He's a really good guy, who likes your friend."

"Well, good thing she likes him too then."

"Does that mean we'll be seeing more of each other?" He asked, hands on his hips.

"Yes." You nodded. "For sure. We might as well start bonding now. Over all of this food, for example."

He laughed but saw you struggling with the heavy bag containing all of it. "Fine. But no singing."

"Dommy, Dommy sat on a wall...."

"I'm serious."

You laughed all the way up to your apartment. Perhaps double dating wasn't so bad after all.

Part 1

[libraryofloveletters]

Bumps and Bruises

Andrew 'Andy' Robertson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: andy isn't a fan of sledding, reader is a little pushy, minor injuries, andy is so dramatic lmao

Word Count: 528

Author's Note: my apologies besties, I thought I had put this in queue with the other posts yesterday but it seems I forgot lmao

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You convince your husband that it’d be perfectly safe to go down the massive hill.. except it wasn’t.

Winter break had you beyond bored. You and Andy had been in the house for most of it, you had gone to visit a few friends but other than that, you had been lazing around the place.

If you had to spend another few days in there, you were going to lose your mind.

You find Andy laying on the couch, you jump on top of him. Your husband grabs you, keeping you from falling off of him. "What's up?" he asks, his eyes still on the tv.

A hand on his jaw, you pull him to look at you. "I'm bored."

"So do something, babe."

"Let's go sledding," you say, sitting up on the man. Andy finally turns his attention to you, raising his eyebrows. "Sledding? What are you? 5?"

"Fuck off," you laughed, "let's go, it'll be fun."

"There's too much snow babe, you'll end up face planting into it."

You rolled your eyes, getting up. "Fine, if you won't join me, I'll go by myself." You leave the man on the couch, walking to the closet to get your whiner coat and boots, bundling up to head out. Andy realized you're not giving in, pulling himself up from the couch to join you.

It was a short walk to the park, at least for you. You had Andy pilling the sleds up the path and up to the top of the smaller hill. Andy still wasn't too keen on the whole idea but as a good husband does, he joined you because there was no way in hell that he'd leave you alone in the cold.

He refused to go down the hill but he watched as you went down the smaller one over and over again, your coat, hair and face covered in snow but you were giggling, a big smile on your face.

Eventually, he gave in and joined you.

The two of you waddled in your winter gear over to the bigger of the two hills, Andy looks over at you. "Are you sure? What if you slide into the trees?"

"It's fine," you assure him, sitting on the sled. "Gimme a push, baby."

Andy sighs, his hand on your back before he gives you push, watching as you go zooming down the hill. He can hear your laughter from the bottom, you shook the snow off your hood.

"C'mon!" You called for him, "it's fine!"

He has his hesitations but if you made it down unscathed, he's sure he will too.

Andy goes down the hill but instead of following the straight path you did, he sorta leant which took the sled off to the side and straight into the trees.

"Andy!" You ran over to check on him, the man laying flat in the snow. "Are you okay?" You asked him, kneeling next to him.

The man groans, holding his shoulder. "Did you hurt it again?" You asked again, concerned.

Andy shakes his head, "I just hit it, the coat sorta blocked it."

"You're okay then?" You help him sit up, brushing the snow out of his hair. Andy nods," yeah but I'm never going sledding with you ever again."

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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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A special spooky visit (Dominik Szoboszlai x Reader) / Halloween '23

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Several Liverpool players were gathered near the entrance of the training centre, waiting to be told why they were even there.

“Hey guys! Sorry this is very last minute but we’ll need you to do a little event for the club after training”.

“What is it?”, asked Trent.

“A hospital visit. For Halloween”.

“Halloween?”, asked Dominik, confused. He was used to visiting children for Christmas but not Halloween. “What gifts are we supposed to bring them? There are no gifts exchanged on Halloween, right?”

Some of his teammates were amused by his confusion, even if they shared it. But they were all told it wasn’t about gifts, just about being there for the children on a special day.

So, after training, those ten players made their way to a few hospitals, ready to make some kids very happy. Unless they were actually Everton fans or, even worse, United fans. They wouldn’t enjoy the visit much then.

“Hello everyone”, said a doctor when they got to the floor where the kids were. And then she looked at Robertson. “Hello Andrew”.

Dominik saw the interaction and was confused again. There was a lot of familiarity in that greeting. And wasn’t his teammate married to someone else?

“If you follow me, I’ll take you where the children are. We have some activities prepared for the day. Just games for children, nothing too fancy really. And so it’d be great if you could just play with them. It’ll make their day”.

They followed her and were introduced to the children. Dominik saw a game he recognized and thought it could be fun to start with that one. But when he did, he walked past the doctor and Robertson chatting.

“I brought the one you like”, he told her.

“I don’t like anyone, stop it”.

“You sure?”

“Yes, you know my rules too”.

“Nonsense. It’s all just nonsense”, he said and laughed.

And then the doctor turned and her eyes fell on Dominik, who didn’t realise was staring at her. She cleared her throat and introduced herself to the Hungarian player.

“Nice meeting you too”, he said. “What do you know Andy from?”

“Hell”, she said, rolling her eyes. “Sorry, inside jokes. He’s married to one of my best friends. So I must put up with him a lot”.

Well, that made sense. “Cool. Um…I’ll go play with the kids”.

“Of course. Let me know if you need anything. They can get a bit restless and will be a bit overexcited because of the visit too”.

Dominik nodded and moved to join a group of kids to start playing the game they had on the table. It was really nice, actually. One of the things he loved the most about being a footballer was how easy it was for him to make children happy. It felt like a superpower.

The doctor, however, felt her superpowers were at their lowest levels that day. One of the kids started to cry and there seemed to be nothing she could do, so she took him out of the room to try and calm him down. Dominik followed them with his eyes the whole time. He was so intrigued by her.

“She’s pretty, right?”

“What?”

“The doctor”, said Andy. “She’s a friend of mine”.

“She said she was a friend of your wife’s”.

“Of course she did”, laughed the Scotsman. “She likes me too, sometimes. Do you like her?”

“What? I just met her. I spoke two words to her”.

“She likes you”.

“What are you talking about?”, laughed Dominik. He knew his teammate’s sense of humour was odd sometimes but this was another level of strange.

“We were chatting one day, right? And we had a couple of drinks. The poor doctor is a bit of a lightweight and so we asked her some questions while she was tipsy. Silly stuff. But one of the things she said was that the new Liverpool player was cute. And when we tried to get her to say which one, she said you. So I asked for you to come to this visit so she could meet you”.

Dominik didn’t know whether to laugh or clap at the story. But it was Halloween, not April Fools so…

“Do you really mean it? That she likes me and you organised this?”

“Yeah. Clever, right?”

“But what if I didn’t like her?”

“Then you and your stupidity could deal with that problem yourselves”, said Andy, getting up from the chair so he could go hang out with more kids. “Don’t miss this chance. And you’ll thank me later”.

A couple of minutes later, the doctor entered the room again with the little child who had been crying before. He seemed to be fine then but Dominik approached them anyway.

“All good?”

“Yes”, she said, surprised to see him chatting with her. “It’s been a long day for some of them. But we’re good, right Alfie?”

The little boy, Alfie, nodded. And Dominik looked up from him to look at the doctor again. Robertson was right. He would be stupid if he wasted that opportunity. She was really pretty, obviously really smart and seemed incredibly kind to the children.

“I can play with you, Alfie. If you want to”.

“I was going to be alone with him for a bit…”, she started to say.

“Can I join your party of two?”

“Yes!”, said Alfie, smiling at last.

And so the three of them picked up some pieces of paper to do Halloween drawings. The doctor was the best at it and, well, Dominik was the worst. He was never an artistic kid.

Alfie was highly amused too by trying to pronounce Dominik’s last name and the doctor tried too. Dominik found his name sounded especially nice when she said it. How interesting.

“I’m going to play with Mindy”, said Alfie all of a sudden, leaving them alone.

“Bye then!”, laughed the doctor, smiling widely at the little boy.

“You’re really good at this”, said Dominik.

“Thank you. I try my best but some days are harder than others. Today is easier. You should come visit more often”, she joked.

“Do you mean you as in the players or you as in me?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”, but then she realised. “You talked to Andy, right? It was just a silly comment”.

“I’m wounded. I liked thinking you liked me”.

She blushed slightly and laughed. “I mean, I don’t dislike you despite the obvious flaw”.

“You lost me”.

Now she really laughed. “Andy didn’t tell you one of my main rules then”.

“No. What is it?”

“I don’t date Liverpool players”.

“Why?”

“Because I’m an Everton fan”.

“Can I do something to change your mind?”, he asked.

“Maybe come visit again”.

It turned out after all that an Everton fan did enjoy the Liverpool players visiting. Must have been a spooky season miracle. 

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posting schedule for the week !!

monday: jude bellingham x fiancée!reader (posted)

tuesday: protective!jude bellingham x reader (posted)

wednesday: jude bellingham x family friend!reader (posted)

thursday: andy robertson x childhood friend!reader (postponed unfortunately !!)

friday: nothing yet

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pairing: andy robertson x fem!reader

warnings: pregnant reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What am I?", you questioned.

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

"I said you're pretty."

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

"You're the prettiest."

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I know we’re obsessed with ibou and staff member ramble 🤤😩 can u write some jealousy like u just goofing around with other players and İbou feel jealous

Thank uuuu 😚😚💞💞

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since robbo has been injured he has been spending a lot of time in your medical room, you guys both have a similar sense of humour with you both being british. and so when ibou comes down to have lunch with you like he usually does when he can, he finds you giggling with his teammate and he is like huh???? you guys don't even realise that he is there, too busy laughing your asses off at whatever joke you said before. he clears his throat to let you know he's there and you both turn to face him, matching smiles on your faces as you both greet him. and while ibou knows you'd never cheat on him, especially not with one of his teammates, he can't help but feel the need to mark his territory. he says a quick hello to robbo before he comes over to you and kisses you on the lips, you let out a noise of surprise before you kissed him back. when he pulled away you looked at him confused but he just smiled and started talking to robbo about how he was getting on with his recovery. ibou places a hand high on your thigh right where robbo can see and your eyes flick to your boyfriends in question but he just carries on talking. when he gets up to leave he cups your jaw in his hand and brings your lips together again, whispering in your ear that he looks forward to seeing you at home before walking out. you and robbo just look at each other in shock before bursting into laughter all over again.

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