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Hi is there any chance you could write for niamh charles please. Maybe niamh proposing after being with reader for a while?

Hiiiii - so I don't know much about Niamh so there may be some inaccuracies but I did give it a good go. I hope you enjoy <3<3<3

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Niamh Charles x Reader

Descriptions: Snapshots of your relationship with Niamh

Word Count: 6.9k

September 2005 – 6 years old

You were terrified, a feeling that consumed you completely. New people. New faces. News routine. New sport. New coaches. New everything. You couldn’t do it. You wouldn’t. You clung to your dad’s leg. Panic rose in your chest, tightening your throat and making it hard to breathe. Without thinking, you clung to your dad’s leg, clutching onto him in a vain attempt to not have to step onto the field.

“C’mon, chickie. You said you wanted to try football like your brothers.” Your dad smiled down at you, his words kind but expression showing his mild annoyance. He looked down at you, a small smile on his lips meant to reassure, but his expression betrayed a hint of mild annoyance. He didn’t understand the storm of emotions churning inside you, the fear that had taken root and wouldn’t let go. “Look at your brothers, they’re enjoying it.” he added, motioning toward the field.

It was true – your old brother’s loved football. So did you. All they talked about for the last 2 years were their football training and matches. But you couldn’t go. You were too little. Not this time though. This year, you were finally old enough to participate. So, why couldn’t you do it? This was what you had wanted, what you had waited for. But the field seemed so big, the other kids so confident, and you felt so small and out of place. You clung tighter to your dad.

“Niamhy, honey. C’mon, the sessions about to start.” Another man caught your attention. He had the same look on his face that your father had. You looked down, following his eyeline. Another girl clung to her father’s leg, about your age, clinging to her father’s leg just like you were. She had big tears streaming down her cheeks, her face scrunched up in a mixture of fear and sadness. You could tell she was just as scared as you were, her small body trembling as she clung to her dad. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy it when you’re out there.” He tried again.

Your dad crouched down beside you, his tone softening as he spoke, pulling your attention back. “You don’t have to do this if you really don’t want to, Chickie. But I know how much you’ve wanted to play, how excited you were for this day. Maybe it’s scary now, but once you’re out there, I think you’ll have fun. Just like your brothers.” His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign that you were ready, that you were willing to take that first step.

You glanced back at the other girl, still holding onto her father, but now with her face buried in his leg, her small sobs muffled. Then, you looked back at the field, at your brothers laughing and running around with the other kids. They were having fun, just like you had imagined. Maybe you could, too?

Slowly, hesitantly, you loosened your grip on your dad’s leg. Your heart was still pounding, and your legs felt shaky, but you took a deep breath and nodded, just a little. Your dad’s smile widened, and he gently squeezed your shoulder.

“There’s my brave girl,” he said softly. “Let’s go give it a try.”

You were a brave girl. You could do this. You walked past the little girl, stopping in front of her. “Hi,” you squeaked, taking in her long brown hair and bright blue eyes. She looked up at you, her face still streaked with tears, but curiosity flickering in her eyes.

“Hi,” she sniffed, her voice small and shaky.

“I’m Y/N,” you said, holding out your hand to her. She hesitated for a moment, then sniffed again, wiping her nose on her sleeve as she stared at your outstretched hand.

“I’m Niamh,” she finally replied, her voice a little stronger now. Tentatively, she reached out and took your hand in hers. Her grip was soft and a little unsure,

You squeezed her hand gently, trying to offer some comfort, even though you still felt a bit nervous yourself. “Maybe we can do this together?” you suggested, your voice wavering slightly. It was something your mother said to you whenever you didn’t want to do something.

Niamh looked at you, her blue eyes wide and searching. For a moment, she seemed to weigh the possibility, then she nodded, a tiny, brave smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Okay,” she whispered.

The two of you stood there for a moment, hands clasped before stepping onto the field.

“Ready?” you asked, trying to muster as much courage as you could for both of you.

“Ready,” Niamh echoed, her voice more confident now, her tears drying as she took a deep breath.

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March 2013 – 13 years old

“Mum, I’m going to—”

“Niamh’s, I know,” your mum interrupted, her tone affectionate and knowing. She didn’t even have to ask where you were headed; she’d grown used to the sight of you dashing out the door to Niamh’s house every chance you got.

You smiled sheepishly at her, realising just how predictable you’d become. “Yeah,” you replied, grabbing your backpack, and football boots.

“Don’t forget to tell Niamh your good news,” your mum added with a laugh, watching the way your cheeks flushed pink at the reminder.

You paused in the doorway, the excitement bubbling up in your chest once again. It was the kind of news that made your heart race every time you thought about it, and now you were finally going to share it with the person who meant the most to you.

“I won’t forget,” you promised, though you could already feel the nervous butterflies in your stomach at the thought of saying it out loud. But if there was anyone who deserved to know, it was Niamh.

Your mum waved you off with a knowing smile, and you hurried down the path, the summer sun warm on your skin. As you made your way to Niamh’s house, your mind raced with anticipation, replaying the moment when you’d tell her the news that had changed everything.

When you reached Niamh’s door, you hesitated for a split second, gathering your courage. Then, you knocked, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement swirling inside you.

“You don’t have to knock y’know!” Niamh’s sister greeted you. “It’s always open anyways, and you have a key.”

“Knocking is polite,” you replied, sticking your tongue out at her as you stepped through the familiar threshold, the scent of something delicious wafting from the kitchen ““She’s upstairs,” Lucy supplied helpfully, already making her way toward the kitchen, probably to continue whatever mischief she’d been up to. You struggled to suppress the groan that automatically formed in your throat.

There was only one thing you disliked about hanging out at Niamh’s house: her bedroom. Niamh was a Liverpool fanatic – just like you – but she had taken her love for the team to an extreme that bordered on obsession. Her whole room was drenched in a sea of red: red walls, Liverpool bedding, red cushions, even the curtains were a blazing scarlet. Posters of Liverpool players adorned every available inch of wall space, their intense gazes seeming to follow you no matter where you stood. While you were just as passionate about the team, you preferred to keep your fan gear to a minimum – scarves, jerseys, maybe a signed ball. Niamh, on the other hand, had turned her room into a shrine. The sheer brightness of the colour made your eyes ache every time you stepped inside.

Still, it was Niamh’s space, and you loved her, so you put up with it. You knocked on her bedroom door, a habit you couldn’t shake, even though she always teased you about it. You waited for the inevitable shout of "Come in!"

“You don’t have to knock, you know,” Niamh called out from her bed, her voice light and teasing. She was lounging across her bed, surrounded by red cushions, her head propped up on one arm as she looked over at you with a playful smile.

“Knocking is polite,” you shot back, pulling a face at her as you stepped inside. The room hit you with its usual wave of crimson, but you ignored it, focusing instead on the familiar comfort of being with your best friend.

You walked over to her bed, dropping your bag as you went, and without a second thought, you flopped down on top of her, causing her to let out a gentle grunt as your weight settled on her. The two of you burst into laughter, the sound filling the room and drowning out the overwhelming red for a moment.

As you lay there, sprawled across Niamh like you’d done a hundred times before, you noticed her scent—warm and familiar, like rising bread and cozy campfires. It was comforting, grounding you in this moment, making you feel safe and at home.

Niamh laughed again, wrapping an arm around you and playfully trying to push you off, though not really making much of an effort. “You’re such a dork,” she teased, but there was nothing but affection in her voice.

“And you love it,” you retorted, your face pressed against the soft, red fabric of her bedspread.

“Yeah, yeah,” she said, but she was smiling, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

For a moment, you forgot about the big news you had to share, content to just be there with her, surrounded by the ridiculous red walls, the warmth of her laughter, and the comforting smell of her room. But the excitement bubbling inside you was too much to keep down for long. You couldn’t wait to see her reaction, to share this moment with her.

You rolled off her and propped yourself up on one elbow, looking at her with a wide grin. “Niamh, I’ve got something to tell you,” you began, your voice tinged with the thrill of what was to come.

Her eyes widened with curiosity as she looked at you. “What is it? Don’t keep me in suspense!”

You took a deep breath, your heart racing as you finally let the words tumble out. “I got an invite to go to Liverpool academy trials in June.”

For a split second, the room was completely silent. Niamh’s eyes grew even wider, her mouth falling open in shock. Then, just as quickly, her face broke into the biggest smile you’d ever seen.

“Are you serious?!” she practically screamed, her excitement bursting out of her. Before you could even respond, she grabbed you by the shoulders and shook you playfully. “You’re going to Liverpool Academy trials?! Oh my god, Chickie, that’s amazing!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction, the joy in her eyes making your own heart swell with happiness. “I know! I couldn’t believe it when I got the letter. I’ve been dreaming about this for so long, and now it’s actually happening!”

Niamh jumped up from the bed, practically bouncing with energy. “We have to celebrate! This is huge! You’re one step closer to playing for Liverpool—our Liverpool!”

You sat up, the reality of it all still sinking in. “I know, it’s crazy, right? I’m so nervous, but I’m also really excited. I’ve been practicing every day, trying to get ready.”

Niamh nodded vigorously, her enthusiasm unwavering. “You’re going to crush it, I just know it. You’ve worked so hard for this, and you’re one of the best players I know. They’d be lucky to have you.”

“You aren’t like … mad or anything?”

Niamh’s excitement softened into a look of confusion as she sat back down beside you on the bed. “Mad? Why would I be mad?”

You hesitated, suddenly unsure of how to explain the nagging worry that had been in the back of your mind. “I don’t know,” you admitted, looking down at your hands. “I guess… maybe because this could change things between us? I mean, what if I get in and I have to spend all my time training or traveling? I don’t want to lose you.”

“Niamh’s expression softened, and she reached over, placing a reassuring hand on yours. “Chick, I could never be mad at you for following your dreams. This is what you’ve always wanted. Besides,” she added with a smirk, “I got a letter too.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, and you blinked at her, momentarily stunned. “Wait, what? You did?”

Niamh nodded, her smile widening even more. “Yeah! I’m going to the Liverpool Academy trials too. I didn’t want to tell you until you told me your news, but now we’re both going!”

For a moment, the shock of her revelation left you speechless. “Are you serious?” you finally managed to ask, a huge grin spreading across your face. “This is insane! We can play for Liverpool together!!” Tears sprung to your eyes, a mix of overwhelming joy and disbelief.

Niamh's eyes sparkled with excitement as she saw your reaction. “I know! I was waiting for the right moment to tell you, but this is even better than I could have imagined. We’re going to be on the same team, can you believe it?”

The gravity of it all hit you like a tidal wave, and you threw your arms around Niamh, pulling her into a tight hug. You both laughed and cried together, the emotions of the moment pouring out in an uncontainable flood. “I love you, Niamh.

“I love you too, Chickie.”

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July 2013 – 14 years old

You had waited for over a month. Each day more torturous than the last. And now, you stood in your bedroom, Niamh in front of you, both clutching your LFC-stamped letters. The familiar, crimson logo glinted in the soft light of your room, making your heart race.

Niamh’s eyes were alight with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She looked at you with a hopeful smile, her fingers lightly gripping the envelope as if it were a precious artifact. “Are you ready to open them?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

You took a deep breath, nodding vigorously. “Yes, I think so.” You looked at each other, carefully handing the other your letter. This is what you had agreed on – you would open the other’s letter.

With a final glance at each other, you both tore open the envelopes simultaneously, the anticipation palpable in the quiet of your room. The rustle of paper seemed to echo, a crescendo to the moment you had both been waiting for.

You pulled out the letter, your hands slightly shaking. The official Liverpool FC header was unmistakable, and you carefully unfolded the paper. The words began to blur as your eyes scanned them, but you forced yourself to focus.

Niamh’s letter was unfolding in tandem beside you, and you could see her trying to read it as quickly as you were. The seconds felt like minutes, each one stretching as you both read. When you finally reached the end of your letter, a mix of emotions overwhelmed you. Your heart pounded with a strange, exhilarating combination of relief and exhilaration. You glanced over at Niamh, who had the same look of intense concentration on her face.

“You got in!” you both shouted simultaneously, the words tumbling out in a rush of disbelief and joy. The room was filled with a mixture of exhilaration and sheer elation as you both looked at each other, the reality of the news sinking in.

You took a moment to absorb what you had just read, your eyes widening as the words "Congratulations, you’ve been accepted to the Liverpool Youth Academy" seemed to dance on the page. The letter felt heavier with its implications, you were that much closer to playing proper football.

Niamh’s face was a mirror of your own amazement and happiness. “We did it, Chickie! We’re both going to play for Liverpool!” she said, her voice rising with uncontainable excitement. Her eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, radiated pure joy as she grabbed your hand and gave it an enthusiastic squeeze. The intensity of the moment was palpable, and her touch felt electrifying, like a tangible connection to all your shared dreams coming true.

“I can’t believe it,” you said, your voice trembling with emotion. “This is beyond anything I ever imagined. We’re actually going to be there, together. Liverpool players.”

Niamh’s excitement seemed to bubble over, and she sprang up from the bed, her movements light and buoyant. She began to dance around the room with wild abandon, her laughter ringing like a melody. “We need to celebrate! This is huge! Oh, my god,” she exclaimed, her voice echoing with glee.

Caught up in the whirlwind of her enthusiasm, you felt a surge of emotions that left you breathless. Your heart was racing so fast you thought you might explode with the intensity of it all. It was as if time had slowed down and every heartbeat was amplified by the joy and adrenaline coursing through you.

Without really thinking, you pulled on Niamh’s hand, drawing her back towards you. The warmth of her grip was comforting and reassuring, anchoring you in the moment. As she came closer, you felt an overwhelming urge to express just how much this meant to you both.

In one swift, instinctive motion, you leaned in and placed a gentle, tender peck on her lips. It was a fleeting, but heartfelt gesture, a spontaneous act of affection that seemed to encapsulate all the emotions you were feeling. The kiss was soft and quick, but it spoke volumes about the depth of your bond and the excitement you shared.

Niamh’s eyes widened in surprise, and she froze for a moment, her laughter halted mid-giggle. Then, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, and a delighted, somewhat dazed smile spread across her face. She looked at you with a mixture of shock and elation, her gaze softening as she absorbed the meaning behind the kiss.

“What was that for?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, though her smile betrayed her happiness. Her hand still rested in yours, and you could feel the pulse of both your hearts synchronising in this shared moment.

You shrugged, a shy smile tugging at your lips. “I don’t know. But I liked it. I really liked it.”

“I really liked it too.” She smiled broadly at you. “Can I do it again?”

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September 2015 – 16 years old

“Baby, don’t be dumb,” you insisted, your voice light and teasing. You were lying on your bed, your leg propped up on a mountain of cushions, while Niamh’s head rested comfortably on your chest. The room was cozy, filled with the soft glow of a lamp and the faint hum of a playlist you both loved.

“I’m not,” she protested, her voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt. She sounded almost petulant, a hint of stubbornness in her tone.

“Yes, you are,” you laughed, gently running your fingers through her hair. The act was soothing, and her relaxed sigh against your chest was a testament to the comfort you both found in each other’s presence. “You not going to the Euro qualifiers just because I broke my ankle is so dumb.” You had broken your ankle the day the selection emails came out. What you were most pissed off about was that it wasn’t even football related.

You were showering, having just come back from a run to clear your head. You had heard the telltale ting of the notification, and you had raced to get out the shower. Sopping wet and slippery, you had tried to rush through the bathroom, barely able to see through the stinging shampoo in your eyes. The tiles beneath your feet were slick, and before you knew it, you had lost your balance. The next thing you felt was the sharp, jarring pain as you twisted your ankle, followed by a loud crash as you hit the floor.

The pain was immediate and intense, radiating from your ankle up through your leg. You had tried to get up, but every movement sent a wave of agony through your body. Desperately, you had managed to crawl over to the bathroom door, reaching for your phone with trembling hands

Your brother’s had laughed. They poked fun at how you had managed to hurt yourself while trying to escape the shower, their jokes punctuated by their good-natured chuckles. Your father had looked at you disapprovingly, his furrowed brows and stern expression reflecting his disapproval. He was a man of practical solutions and strong opinions, and the sight of you in pain, lying helplessly on the bathroom floor, had sparked a lecture on being more careful and not rushing things. Meanwhile, your mother had taken on the role of caretaker with a comforting blend of compassion and efficiency. She had rushed to your side with a calm urgency, gently helping you finish washing out the shampoo from your eyes. Her hands were steady as she guided you through getting dressed, her soft voice soothing and practical as you waited for the ambulance to arrive. Niamh had been a wreck when you told her – a mix of fearful tears and anger at not looking after yourself properly. She had fussed and hovered until you had hauled her over to you, trapping her in your arms and forcing her to nap with you.

“It’s not dumb. You need me here. We’ve been talking about this for ages, and now you’re hurt. What if you need something? What if you feel down and need cheering up?” Niamh scoffed, tilting her head slightly, looking up at you with a mixture of concern and disbelief.

You shook your head, wincing slightly at the movement but smiling, nonetheless. “I’ll be fine, Niamhy. I’ve got a lot of people still here – my family, our friends, your family. Plus, I’ve got you here with me now. That’s more than enough.” You kissed her forehead like it was a full stop, punctuating the end of your sentence.

She furrowed her brows, her eyes scanning your face for any signs of insincerity. “But what if you get lonely? Or if you need help with something I can’t just do over the phone?”

You laughed softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “I’ve got a whole team of people here to help me. And besides, it’s not like we’re saying goodbye forever. It’s a week at a time, max. You’ll be back before you know it.”

Niamh bit her lip, clearly torn between her own desires and the need to be there for you. “I just hate the thought of you missing out on something so big, especially when it means so much to you, to us. And I really want to do this together.”

“Listen,” you said, your voice gentle but firm. “I appreciate everything you’re doing, but you have to put yourself first sometimes. This is a huge opportunity for you, and I don’t want you to miss it because of me. You would insist I go if it was the other way round.”

She sighed deeply, closing her eyes for a moment as if weighing the decision in her heart. “Okay, okay. I guess you’re right. It’s just...hard. I wanted to be there for you, and I feel like I’m abandoning you.”

You stroked her hair soothingly. “You’re not abandoning me. You’re going to do amazing things, and I’ll be right here cheering you on. And when you come back, we’ll celebrate everything together.

Niamh looked up at you with a soft, appreciative smile, her eyes still glistening with a touch of emotion. “You’re really something else, you know that? Always thinking about others even when you’re the one who’s hurt.”

You grinned, giving her a playful nudge. “That’s what girlfriends are for.”

“She chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re impossible. But I love you for it.”

You squeezed her hand gently, feeling a surge of warmth at her words. “I love you too.”

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June 2020 – 20 years old

“Chickie, I … there’s something I need to tell you.” Niamh was sitting on the couch, her body tight and rigid as she waited for you to enter the living room. You had been isolating together in your small flat near the Liverpool training grounds. It was nothing luxurious or stunning. But it was yours, yours and Niamh’s—a small sanctuary where you could escape the pressures of the world and focus on your dreams.

You felt the blood rush from your face. Was she dying? Was she sick? Did she do something illegal? Your mind raced through worst-case scenarios, each more terrifying than the last. You had been through so much together, and the thought of something happening to her made your heart pound.

“Just tell me,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady despite the panic that was rising in your chest. “What’s wrong?”

Niamh’s eyes were filled with tears, the bright blue covered by a filmy layer. She took a deep breath, clearly struggling to find the right words. “It’s not… it’s not bad … or at least it doesn’t have to be.”

Your anxiety didn't ease, but you nodded, urging her to continue. “Alright, go on.”

Niamh swallowed hard, her hands twisting nervously in her lap. “I got an offer from another club." Your heart sunk a little further. “And I’m accepting it.” Your heart was on the floor.

The news hit you like a punch to the gut. Your heart sank, and you could almost feel it breaking as the realisation set in. This wasn’t just about a new opportunity for her; it was about a significant change that would affect both of you.

“Baby, that’s amazing!” you managed to say, though your voice was tinged with confusion and hurt. “Why wouldn’t you tell me? This is a huge opportunity for you.”

Niamh looked down, tears welling in her eyes, the weight of her decision evident in her expression. “Because… I wasn’t sure if I should go. I know you’re going through a tough time, and I didn’t want to add to it. I’ve been feeling like I should stay here to support you, but I don’t want to give up this chance either.”

It was true. You had been struggling since the club’s relegation. Each loss, each mistake seemed like a personal failure, and it had been taking a toll on you. The pressure and self-doubt had been overwhelming, making you feel isolated and lost.

“Oh, Niamhy, no.” You reached out, taking her hand in yours, trying to convey the depth of your feelings through the simple act of connection. “Honey, whatever shit I’ve been going through doesn’t mean you should give up on your dreams. I need you to go for this. It’s a huge opportunity, and you deserve it.”

Niamh’s tears began to fall freely now, her emotions spilling out as she looked at you with a mix of gratitude and sadness. “But I don’t want to leave you alone. You’ve been struggling, and I can’t bear the thought of walking away when you need me.”

“You’re not walking away from me,” you said, your voice steady despite the lump in your throat. “You’re pursuing something you’ve worked so hard for. It’s not about leaving me; it’s about following your path. We’ve both had our share of challenges, and this is your chance to shine. I’ll be okay. We’ll find a way to make it work.”

Niamh squeezed your hand, her grip tightening as if she were holding onto the last thread of her resolve. “Are you sure? I don’t want to make things harder for you.”

“I’m sure,” you said with a reassuring nod. “I want you to be happy and successful. If this is what you need to do, then you should do it. We’ll support each other, no matter where we go.”

You leaned forward, the tenderness of the moment urging you closer. As your lips brushed against hers, you pressed a long, languid kiss to her mouth. The kiss was gentle yet filled with a depth of emotion that words alone could not convey. It was a blend of consolation and affirmation, a silent vow that no matter where life’s paths took you both, the love and support you offered each other would remain unwavering.

The kiss lingered, a moment suspended in time where the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you in a cocoon of shared hope and love. When you finally pulled away, your foreheads rested together, breaths mingling in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

Niamh’s eyes met yours, glistening with a mixture of gratitude and resolve. “I promise I’ll make the most of this opportunity,” she said softly. “I’ll work hard and make sure it’s worth it.”

“And I promise I’ll be here,” you replied, your thumb brushing gently against her cheek. “Cheering you on every step of the way, no matter how far apart we are.” You kissed her again, letting your unspoken emotions seep into it.

“Now, what club are you signing for?” You asked when you parted.

She took a deep breath, “Chelsea.”

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May 2021 – 21 years old

Despite not being in the WSL, this season had been the best you had ever played. Your performance on the field had reached new heights; you were faster, more agile, and more precise than ever before. Every match felt like an opportunity to showcase the skills you had honed over countless hours of practice and dedication.

Your team had finished 3rd in the league. But it was your individual achievements that made this season particularly special. You had ended up as the top goal scorer in the league, a title that was both exhilarating and deeply satisfying. It was a recognition of your hard work, skill, and relentless pursuit of excellence.

The feeling of being the top goal scorer was intoxicating. Each goal was a testament to your ability to read the game, anticipate plays, and execute with precision. It wasn’t just about the goals themselves; it was about the countless drills and sacrifices that had led you to this point. The season had been a whirlwind of training sessions, tactical meetings, and intense matches, but it had all paid off in a way that surpassed your expectations.

You had found a rhythm that was almost musical in its flow—a blend of speed, finesse, and sheer determination. Your confidence had grown with every game, and the respect from your teammates and opponents alike had become evident. The accolades and praise were a reflection of your relentless commitment to your craft.

Despite being in the Championship, you had started to gain attention from major clubs. The buzz around your performances spread quickly, catching the eye of scouts and managers from across the continent. It wasn’t long before you were called into the England Under-23s squad, an opportunity that was both thrilling and nerve-wracking.

The call-up was a significant milestone. You were so close to the senior team. It validated all the hard work you had put in and was a testament to your rising star. Joining the Under-23s meant you would be training and competing with some of the best young talents in the country, pushing yourself to new levels and proving your worth on an even bigger stage.

Soon, the offers started rolling in from top-tier clubs, both within the UK and abroad. You found yourself at the centre of a whirlwind of interest, with clubs from across Europe expressing their desire to bring you into their ranks. The prospect of moving to a different country, adapting to a new league, and facing new challenges was both exhilarating and overwhelming.

Each offer came with its own set of promises and opportunities – better contracts, more prestigious leagues, and the chance to compete in European competitions. Your phone was constantly buzzing with messages from agents, club representatives, and media inquiries. The attention was flattering, but it also added a layer of pressure. You had to navigate through the noise and focus on what was best for your future. You had taken less than 10 seconds to tell your agent to say yes on your behalf.

Niamh’s flat was small and perfect. You had helped her pick it out and decorate, at her insistence. She had a keen eye for detail, and every corner of the flat reflected her personality—warm, vibrant, and inviting. The living room was a cozy blend of deep blues and soft greys, adorned with the occasional deep red throw pillows that hinted at your shared love for Liverpool. The kitchen, though compact, was functional and bright, with fresh herbs on the windowsill and a small dining table that had seen countless laughter-filled meals.

Despite its modest size, the flat felt expansive because of how it was meticulously arranged to maximise space and comfort. You had spent countless weekends over the past few months assisting with the interior design, from choosing paint colours to picking out furniture. It had become a joint project, a labour of love that brought you both closer together. She had insisted it was your flat, not just hers. Just like your house in Liverpool was hers, not just yours.

You knocked on the door, your heart racing with excitement as you heard Niamh’s muffled voice from inside, her confusion about the late visitor clear. It was only 8:30 PM, but for Niamh, who cherished her routine and quiet evenings, it might as well have been the middle of the night.

As the door slowly creaked open, Niamh’s face appeared, a mix of surprise and confusion etched on her features. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of you standing there with a bag of takeout and a hopeful smile. She was dressed in comfy sweatpants and one of your old training tops, clearly in relaxation mode.

“Hi,” you greeted, your voice bubbling with excitement as you stepped inside her small, cozy flat. The room was filled with the warm glow of soft lighting, casting a gentle aura that made the space feel even more intimate and inviting.

Niamh’s eyes widened even further, her gaze flitting between you and the bag in your hand. “Chickie? What… what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in Liverpool!” Her voice was a mix of bewilderment and genuine joy, her surprise evident as she tried to grasp the reality of your unexpected visit.

You chuckled softly at her reaction, the sound of her astonishment warming your heart. “I know, I know. But I had a meeting here in London and didn’t want to pay for a hotel,” you teased, your grin widening at her continued shock.

“A meeting? What meeting?” Her brow furrowed in genuine confusion, clearly struggling to piece together the sudden appearance of her long-distance partner.

You continued to smile, revelling in the moment. “Well, I had a meeting, and I ended up signing a new contract.”

Niamh’s eyes were already brimming with questions, her curiosity piqued. “A new contract?”

“Yes,” you said with a nonchalant shrug, “for my new club.”

“New … new club?” Her voice was filled with a mix of disbelief and curiosity, the wheels in her mind turning rapidly.

“Uh-huh,” you confirmed, savouring the way her eyes widened with each revelation. “I’ve just become the latest member of a new team.”

“Wh-what? Which club?” Her voice was a breathless whisper, her eyes locked on yours, eager for the full story.

You took a deep breath, enjoying the build-up. “Chelsea,” you said, letting the name hang in the air for a moment.

Niamh stared at you, her mouth slightly open in stunned silence. The reality of your words took a moment to sink in. “Chelsea?” she finally repeated, her voice tinged with awe. “As in my Chelsea?”

“That’s the one,” you said with a playful wink. “I guess you could say I’ve got a new home now.”

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May 2024 – 21 years old

It had been an amazing four years at Chelsea. The transition from your previous club had been challenging, but every hurdle had only made the success more rewarding. Your time at Chelsea had been marked by incredible highs—winning domestic trophies, securing a spot in the Champions League, and forming lasting friendships with teammates who had become like family.

Your growth on the pitch had been nothing short of phenomenal. The training sessions were gruelling, but they had sharpened your skills and bolstered your confidence. The support from your coaches and the camaraderie within the team had created an environment where you could thrive and push your limits. You had even been named Player of the Season last year, a recognition that felt surreal but was a testament to your hard work and dedication.

Off the pitch, life had also been vibrant. The city of London had become a second home, with its endless opportunities for exploration and its rich cultural offerings. Gone were the days of long-distance. Your life with Niamh was perfect. Your home was warm and welcoming, the walls echoing with laughter and the occasional passionate debate over football matches.

Your days off were a delightful mix of exploring new parts of the city, relaxing at home, and indulging in the simple pleasure of each other’s company. Whether it was trying out a new restaurant, taking long walks through the parks, or just enjoying quiet evenings in, every moment with Niamh felt precious. You had both made a conscious effort to build a life together, balancing your demanding schedules with time for each other.

The conversations had shifted from career milestones and football achievements to dreams of a shared future—a future that included a home filled with laughter, love, and the pitter-patter of little feet.

The idea of marriage had always been there, a quiet certainty in your hearts. It was no longer just about the grand gestures or the societal expectations, but about solidifying the commitment you both felt so deeply. You had envisioned it many times: a simple yet beautiful ceremony surrounded by family and close friends, a celebration of your love and the journey you had undertaken together. It was a vision that felt both exciting and comforting, a new chapter in a story that had already been so fulfilling.

It was a quiet day at home, just before the last match of the season. The air was filled with a sense of calm anticipation as you and Niamh enjoyed a rare, peaceful afternoon together. The sun streamed through the windows of your cozy living room, casting a warm glow over the space where you’d spent countless hours creating memories.

You were lounging on the couch, flipping through a book while Niamh was at the kitchen counter, preparing a light lunch. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the aroma of her cooking, creating a comforting atmosphere that was both familiar and cherished.

As you glanced up from your book, you caught Niamh’s eye. She had a thoughtful expression on her face, her hands moving deftly as she prepared a simple but delicious spread. You could tell she was deep in thought, her concentration evident as she worked.

Finally, she set the last dish on the table and walked over to join you on the couch. Sitting down beside you, she took your hand in hers, her touch warm and reassuring. You looked at her, sensing that something was on her mind.

“Chickie,” she began, her voice soft but firm. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.”

You tilted your head, curiosity piqued. “What’s up, baby?”

Niamh took a deep breath, her eyes meeting yours with a blend of nervousness and determination. “You know how we’ve been talking about the future, about settling down, and all of that?” she started, her voice steady despite the slight tremble in her hands. “Well, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about what that future looks like, and I realised there’s something important I want to ask you.”

Your heart began to race, a sense of anticipation building as you looked at her. You could feel the weight of the moment, the significance of what she was about to say.

Niamh reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box. As she opened it, the glint of a delicate ring caught the light, shimmering with a brilliance that seemed to mirror the emotions in the room.

“Y/N,” she said, her voice wavering slightly with emotion, “will you marry me?”

The world seemed to pause as the words hung in the air. Your eyes widened in shock, and tears sprang to your eyes as you took in the sight of Niamh’s hopeful face and the beautiful ring she held.

You were overcome with a rush of emotion, a mixture of joy, love, and disbelief. “Niamh,” you whispered, your voice cracking with emotion, “are you sure? This is…”

“Yes,” she interrupted gently, her eyes filled with love and sincerity. “I’m sure. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You’ve been my rock, my confidant, and my best friend. I can’t imagine my future without you.”

Without waiting for any further words, you threw your arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. “Yes! Yes, of course, I’ll marry you!” you exclaimed, your voice muffled against her shoulder as tears of happiness streamed down your face.

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bahrtofane · 7 months

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about time

things have always been easy with trent, attached to the hip since you could remember. your other half, his biggest supporter. things were bound to turn romantic no? everyone was rooting for it, secretly you always were too.

your first date as a couple goes more or less how you planned, awkward and full of teasing.

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watch it : mild jealousy, cuties, fluff fluff, kinda domestic near the end?

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“eat your food."

you squint, "what the hell else am i doing, you eat your food."

he scoffs, "im literally half way done with my plate."

"it's literally not even a proper portion of course you're almost done." you point at his tiny little section of steak on about a tablespoon of mash potatoes.

he waves you off and makes a comment about the "liberty of a kitchen."

you ignore this and take another bite of whatever the hell you ordered. you don't remember. you were too busy trying not to focus too much on the man in front of you. the all black outfit is insanity, you know he only went for it because you told him ages ago all black looks the best on him. and now here you are. suffering

you just nodded to whatever the waitress was saying. though she could have done with less ogglying at your date. your trent.

you take pride in knowing your his go to, his best friend, his #1. you've been by his side longer than you can remember being without. he's your other half in every sense. before the fame and money, lavish life and dwindling time. he's always been yours somehow.

maybe you should've known at some point that feelings were bound to be brewing.

everyone and their mother had told you. hell, even your own mother had told you so. but you waved them off. he's my friend, no trent is my best friend, ew no that would be so weird, i can't even stand hin on a good day, he's annoying, nope just friends.

now look at you. seated across from each other, his sleeves rolled up while you eat in candle light. the dark blue drapery of the establishment makes this feel way more intimate than needed. and the chandeliers that hang over your head are enough to make you stare in wonder.

his sharp features almost soften like this, tucked away in a far corner away from prodding eyes and unnecessary media attention. where it's only the two of you in your little bubble, and the soft live piano that travels from the main foye. you enjoy this, but mainly you enjoy him.

you noticed he cleaned up his facial hair for this, it makes your heart melt. the silver jewelry that shines on his golden skin is a mirror of the silver that drapes across you. he told you to wear silver. the maniac. he planned this all the way down to the damn jewelry.

(the both of you are matching in general, which makes you feel something closer to insanity, it gives you a thrill when people’s gazes wash over the two of you and they can so easily tell you are here together. for each other. the stares you got while walking in don't go unforgotten.)

he's the one who dragged you to this restaurant, one much more fancy that you care for. any establishment that calls for floor length dresses to eat is above you, but he insisted. even taking time to tell you how stunning you looked on the way here. your cheeks were on fire the whole time you tried to come up with a counter, failing miserably and just telling him he looked handsome too.

what a gentleman, driving you here and keeping a hand on yours the whole time. you were sweating the whole time. this whole thing is new to you. but you try not to explode while you sit across from him, sipping on your water to avoid eye contact.

trent pretends to suddenly be very interested in the silverware, but you don't miss the way his gaze still manages to shift over to you, landing somewhere between your eyes and lips.

you sigh loudly, your appetite disappearing while you push your plate in front of you.

"do not even start." he warns, fork raised and pointed at you.

"i didn't even do anything ! what's with you tonight. "

"could ask you the same thing," he mumbles between mouthfuls of his steak, "you're being, very weird."

"im on a dinner date with you how else do you want me to act."

he coughs awkwardly at this, "i don't know ! normally. you haven't made fun of my shoes yet. where's the old grouchy evil and conniving friend i know. you're too, " he waves his fork in the air trying to find the right word, "civil."

you snort, "that's a mouthful. i don't know this whole dynamic shift is taking a while to get used to, " you shrug.

"we need to stop saying i don't know so often." he sighs, rubbing his eyes aggressively.

you choose to ignore that bit, "and i need to be civil in public or your adoring fans might have my head."

he rolls his eyes, "that's a stretch."

you wave him off with a hand, "you never know. crazy people do crazy things."

he looks at you fondly at this, giving you one of his signature smiles, you look away and change the subject as fast as you can think. you don't need weak knees in a high end establishment.

"you know i would've been just fine with takeout and a movie." you mumble softly.

he gives you a soft look " i know, but i wanted to make it special. take you out somewhere nice for a change. we never do that."

"you're not going to let me pay are you?" you muse.

he gives you a look, "im offended you even brought that up. i hope you know you're never going to be paying for things ever again right."

"and i hope you know i'm going to fight you over it the whole way through."

he finds this amusing, "yeah yeah yeah shut up and eat your food, i think my socks are sliding off my foot."

"i don't want to hear about your sweaty foot while i eat trent, gross." you fake gag.

"cry about it." he dead pans.

you narrow your eyes at him, "i'm going to talk about the pimple i popped on my shoulder, in great detail. is that what you want?"

"ew gross hell no. no more socks or feet geez." he scoffs.

you cackle, "problem solved then."

he rolls his eyes but goes back to eating anyway, cutting his steak with way too much force than necessary.

you on the other hand have to play tug of war with the fabric of your dress in order to keep it where you want it.

"you want to leave don't you?" he comments.

"that obvious?" he nods, "yep," popping the p.

"i don't want it to seem like I'm ungrateful for the effort or anything, because i swear it's not like that. i'm happy to be with you regardless and yeah. we don't have to leave." you try to explain.

as much as you enjoy spending time with him this isn't your scene. you're aching to go home, and so are you poor ankles. these heels can only be worn for so long and they are coming up on their expiration date for the night. maybe trent can help take them- no fuck. bad. bad bad. this is a dinner, you're at dinner be civil.

trent seems to be none the wiser as his attention remains on you.

"why would we stay if you don't want to ?" he looks at you confused, brows drawn together, arm propped up against the table while he waits for an explanation.

"because you're the one who wanted to come here?" "so? if you wanna go home then we'll go home."

home. oh. he's starting to refer to his house as home. for the both of you. that does something to you, you're almost dizzy. god how can one person be so sweet.

"we can finish up and head home? i really don't mind." you suggest.

he hums at this, "alright then. we’re stopping by the chinese place you like so much, you didn't even eat. "

"to be fair, the portions are the size of my pinkie and i think they took too much creative liberty in the kitchen." you wrinkle your nose.

he giggles, that shy little spurt of laughter, the one you love so much and always try to coax out of him, "i forget the flavors can be uh, adventurous with most of their dishes. "

you chuckle, "definitely adventurous."

he flags down the waitress from earlier who bats her eyelashes one too many times at him while you roll your eyes. he gives you a glare while he pays, before you can open your mouth. while you get up, dusting your dress down, he presses you flush to him, effectively shutting down any advances. you can't help but grin at the little act. even if your skin is on fire from the contact.

your lead out the back by one of the valets to avoid the busy main section and the endless cameras that wait for you from the front.

you step out to a colder night than you expected, rubbing your arms in a futile attempt to warm yourself up. the valet steps away to retrieve his car while you shiver harder than a skeleton animatronic in a halloween pop up store.

trent notices, coming up behind you to wrap both arms around your waist, pulling you close.

"cold?" he has the nerve to ask, flush against you and the damn dress that clings against your skin, his breath tickles your ear while you lick your lips nervously. his arms are much more muscular up close. the whole of him is, you can feel the efforts of his training as they hold you. good lord you're going to lose your mind. and the chest you're pressed up against? do not.

"a little." you whisper back, afraid to say much more.

he hums, rubbing your arms for you, sending goosebumps all the way down your spine, and he has the audacity to chuckle at your reaction.

"cars gonna be here soon."

you can only nod dumbly.

he unlatches when the car comes into view. thanking the man with a clap on shoulder, almost like an old friend, and a generous tip.

he opens the door for you, holding his arm out to help you balance, sweet of him.

you duck inside while he says his last thanks and goodbyes to the valet, turning on the heat first thing when he gets inside.

the drive is silent, not much to talk about after you confessed your love to each other just days before.

you could almost laugh at the complete 180 from this week to the last. youre so so glad it ended up this way nonetheless. you don't think you could handle another second suffering in silence.

how it all went down makes you cry in full honesty. it was an argument. over fucking instagram. you were bitching about the girls who are on his dick and he called you over protective and you defended yourself because duh. that somehow had spiraled into how he's insane, and then your relationship. and then you stormed out, don't ask, you don't remember.

he tracked you down at your place with flowers as an apology and you just lost it, because what kind of friend gets flowers and calls in just platonic?

lucky for the both of you it wasnt platonic, not to him, not to you.

he confessed first, that you were more important to him than any of the women he follows combined and so much more. you're his everything can't you see that? he loves you, in every sense. he hates seeing you upset so please, don't cry.

you kissed him, slow and hesitant while he broke out in giggles.

"does that mean what i think it does ?" he had whispered against your lips.

you nodded, shy and tender.

"i need to hear it. please, say it." breathless, at the cusp of losing his grip on everything.

"i love you trent, more than i think i can explain. you are my other half yeah? my everything."

and so here you are, watching the shapes of the city breeze past you as the gps guides you to your beloved chinese take out. you can almost taste the noodles you're so ready for it you're starving.

a hand rests on your thigh, softly tracing shapes the rest of the way there and you hide a smile. you don't think you'll ever get used to any of this new found affection. things you once only day dreamed of having now right in front of you.

you're drowsy by the time you pull into the familiar parking lot. you giggle at just how ridiculous the two of you look. stepping out of a probably hundred thousand dollar car, if not more. dressed like you're going to the ballon d'or. all while walking into a quiet little family own take out spot.

trent takes your hand again, while you fight to bunch up your dress to get over the obnoxious curve.

he fights a smile while locking the car behind you.

"you try getting over this mountain in heels and this long ass dress i dare you." you hiss.

he snorts but keeps his mouth shut as you inside the familiar space. sighing in glee.

the kind older woman who always takes your orders doesn't bat an eye at your dress, but welcomes you with a warm hug.

“the usual?” she beams, even at this time of night. cheery as ever.

“yes please !”

she smiles, getting to work making your order while you drum against your thigh. bad habit.

you’re very thankful it’s as late as it is, the place is dead empty. a little safe haven.

you reach into your purse but mr “i’ll pay for it all” stops you.

you tsk, “come on this is my spot. i want to tip her well. let me at least have this after that fancy meal.”

“i said i would pay,” he states firmly.

“i know, but paying here is special to me. and i want it to come from my hand. she deserves it after all the kindness she’s shown to me over the years.” you gesture to her wrapping up your boxes.

you remember when you used to be a student low on cash, she would always fill your plate with double of everything or just give you the next size up, and extra dessert, free drink. the little things, life is all about the little things.

he sighs, “fine fine. i won’t take this away from you. “

you smile, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. he waits for you on the side while you go up to the counter.

she smiles at you knowingly, “finally made a move on that one huh?”

you blush, “we both made moves and things worked out well. “

she grins, “finally. i thought it would never happen, you know. maybe i’ll get to see your kids too huh?”

you chuckle, kids with trent huh. not a bad idea, “maybe you will.” you sigh fondly. handing her the money.

you hand a few boxes to trent and motion to the door before she catches on. but it’s a little late.

you sneak out of there while she’s yelling at you to take your change, “keep it ! it’s all for you !!” you shout back. giggling while you and trent make your escape.

the ride to his house is filled with laughter and you don’t ever remember being happier.

its all giggles and shy smiles as he leads you up to his home, hand in hand while you race up the steps and make a dash for the elevator. the door man gives you too a look but doesn’t comment, yet. you know he will sooner or later but you don’t care.

the take out boxes are split in between the two of you as you hold them snug against your chest. humming softly as the elevator opens.

the ride up is filled with soft teasing, and more compliments.

"im serious!" he shoves you gently, "you look, incredible."

your face burns with enough heat to power an oven, his words do a number on you and all you want is to hear them over and over. but you don't say this.

"you look so handsome trent." is all you find to reply back.

a shy smile is what you get in return as the elevator opens. the walk is familiar but your feet are making it feel much longer than needed.

he opens the door and you dont waste a second collapsing on his couch, groaning at the pressure finally being off your feet. he takes the boxes from your hands and sets them on the living room table, kicking his shoes off somewhere as he organizes them just how you like.

"eat first then change?" he takes a seat next to you.

you shake your head, "don't wanna ruin the dress."

"alright," he nods

you attempt to get up but your feet are swollen by the looks of it and you could cry at the though of taking another step in these damned heels.

you reach over carefully to begin the effort of getting them of you but holy fuck is it taking much longer than needed.

"you're taking so long," he groans, scooting down to raise right ankle to rest gently in his knee, hands working slowly.

you sigh in sweet sweet relief when the intricate lacing finally comes undone and your foot can breathe. he does the same to the left, bringing it up to rest against your right.

your head falls back against the couch cushions, eyes closed and relaxed. it gives you a moment to really appreciate it all. to appreciate him.

you crack your eyes open when he gives your leg a gentle tap, all done.

you swing your feet back to the ground, scooting up closer to him. it's a beat of silence where he watches you, wait for your move. and you press gentle kisses on both cheeks, then nose, one on his forehead, and finally his lips.

he can't keep his hands to himself at the end, a hand finds your waist, tugging you closer to him, impossibly close. the other cups your cheek gently.

you won't part till you run out of air, panting gently against each other's skin.

"thank you." you mumble against his lips.

he hums, "anything for you. you know what."

you could reach the clouds like this, could reach the stars.

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f1daydreamers · 13 days

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𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬 [𝐓𝐀𝟔𝟔] 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟔

gif credits: @trenty

Pairing: Trent Alexander-Arnold x Fem!Reader

Summary: Arne, in hopes to focus on his team’s mental health as much as their physical, recruits a younger but just as educated psychologist to work one-to-one with the more reserved players. Trent is one of them.

A/N: 700 followers is insaneeee and sm more than i acc thought id ever get so thank you so much! f1 and/or football fans, i love u all so much ugh ALSO if ur wondering why this chapter is longer than my lifespan it’s bcos u guys deserve it for being so patient and accept it as my dearest apology xxx

Warnings: a lot of fluff actually, casual banter, a lot of coffee mentions for some fkn reason lmfao, swearing probably

Word Count: 4.9k words (18 mins reading avg)

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You push open the door to the training pitch, the cool breeze brushing against your face as you step outside, searching for Wataru.

The headache that’s been plaguing you all morning tightens its grip, and the fresh scent of the grass seems almost too intense. You rub your forehead, trying to ease the tension while scanning the field.

Across the pitch, Trent catches your eye, his movements fluid and graceful as he makes a pass. The ball connects with his boot in a way that’s almost poetic, the sound sharp and precise.

What usually feels like music to your ears now drives another spike of pain through your already throbbing head. You wince, pressing your fingers more firmly against your temples.

Finally, you spot Wataru near the edge of the pitch, zipping up his jacket while observing the players. As you approach, he looks up, concern immediately crossing his face as he takes in your weary appearance.

“Morning, Y/N,” he greets, his voice laced with worry. “Rough start?”

You manage a tired smile that feels more like a grimace. “Yeah, not the best morning. Overslept, skipped breakfast, and now this headache won’t quit.”

Wataru nods, his concern deepening. “You shouldn’t push yourself too hard. We can cancel if you need.”

Leaning against the wall beside him, you try to relieve some of the pressure on your aching body. “Thanks, but I’ll be alright. Just.. not exactly firing on all cylinders this morning.”

A quiet settles over you as you both watch the players go through their drills.

Trent sends a perfect cross into the box, and you can’t help but remark, “at least someone’s got their energy today.”

The usual lively atmosphere - the rhythmic thud of the ball, the shouts of encouragement, the bursts of laughter - feels like an assault on your senses. Each kick sends another ripple of pain through your skull, deepening the throbbing.

Wataru notices the way your shoulders tense with each sharp noise and is about to speak when you take a deep breath, pushing off the wall and forcing steadiness into your voice.

“I’ll be upstairs,” you say softly. “When you’re ready to start, just let me know.”

He nods, understanding clear in his eyes. “Take your time, Y/N. No rush.”

You offer a grateful smile before turning to head back inside. Each step is a conscious effort to stay composed. The quiet of the training centre seems more inviting than ever, a much-needed refuge from the relentless pounding in your head.

...

"Long night?" Trent remarked as he spotted Wataru holding two cups of coffee. His brows furrowed in mild surprise, though his tone remained light as he gestured toward the cups.

Wataru chuckled and shook his head. “Not for me. One of these is for Y/N.”

Trent’s expression shifted slightly, his brows relaxing as he nodded. “Oh.”

“She mentioned she skipped breakfast,” Wataru explained, “so I thought coffee might help.”

Trent glanced at the black coffee in Wataru’s hand, steam rising from the cup. His face remained neutral, but there was a subtle twitch at the corner of his lips before he spoke again.

“She doesn’t drink it black,” Trent said matter-of-factly.

Wataru blinked in surprise, glancing down at one of the cups. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah,” Trent replied, trying to sound casual. He looked away, his voice quiet but with a slight edge.

“You might want to add some milk and a bit of sweetener. I’ve never seen her drink it.. like that.”

“Ah, thanks,” Wataru said, giving him a nod as the coffee machine hummed in the background.

Trent responded with a curt nod of his own, the awkwardness of the moment settling over him.

As he waited for the machine to finish, he rubbed the back of his neck, obviously trying to shake off the uneasy feeling that’d crept up on him.

Finally, he poured himself a cup, his movements deliberate but distracted.

He never assumed he knew your coffee preferences, but the fact that he actually did only disturbed him.

Wataru exited the canteen, but Trent remained standing in his place, staring down at his cup. The liquid swirling as he gave it a half-hearted stir, his mind lost in thought.

He’d been trying to keep his distance from you, aiming to stay focused on his own routines. You were just another face at the training centre, someone there to do a job like everyone else.

At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.

So why had he noticed how you took your coffee? Why did it matter to him?

The thought nagged at him, making him feel off balance. He didn’t like it.

He didn’t like that he was starting to notice these little things about you, almost as if he was beginning to care. It made him feel uneasy, like he was losing his grip on the boundaries he’d set for himself.

He shook his head, wiping the bottom of the spoon on the rim of his cup before setting it down on the tray.

The nagging sensation in his chest made him feel vulnerable, and Trent Alexander-Arnold wasn’t supposed to be vulnerable. He was supposed to be focused, dedicated, with his head in the game and his heart firmly off the field.

He took a sip of his coffee, the bitter taste barely registering as he tried to shake off the uncomfortable thought.

The truth was, he’d been noticing you for a while now.

The way you moved, the sound of your laugh, the determination with which you threw yourself into your work - it was hard to ignore.

And he’d been trying to push those thoughts away, shoving them into the back of his mind where they couldn’t distract him.

But every now and then, they crept back in, uninvited and unwelcome.

He let out a deep breath and finally decided to move. He followed the same route Wataru had taken just a few minutes earlier.

As he stepped out of the canteen, he saw his teammate engaged in conversation with one of the backroom staff, overhearing snatches of words like "reschedule" and "now."

His attention drifted as he passed by, noticing Ibou absorbed in what looked like cricket highlights playing on the TV. Yet his mind was still clouded, so much so that he barely noticed when his name was called.

“Trent!” The voice cut through the haze, pulling him back to the present. He turned to see Wataru waving him over, his expression a mix of urgency and apology.

He hesitated for a moment before walking over, his footsteps heavy. “What’s up?” He asked, aiming to sound casual.

Wataru glanced at the staff member, then back at him. “I’ve got to go see Arne,” he said, his voice low. “Can you do me a favour?”

Trent raised an eyebrow, half-expecting to be asked to cover a training session or run an errand. “Depends,” he said slowly.

He saw Wataru’s gaze shift to the coffee cups in his hands, and he felt his stomach sink. A chorus of silent ‘no no no’s’ echoed in his mind, ignored by whatever higher powers may've been listening.

Wataru hesitated for a moment, a conflicted look on his face, before finally holding one of the cups out to him. “Do you mind taking this up to Y/N for me?”

Trent hesitated, frowning. “Can’t someone else do it?”

The faces of the two men standing opposite him twisted into mild confusion, as if that was the last response they expected.

"It won’t take you long."

His eyes flickered over. He clenched his jaw, not wanting to get involved. The last thing he needed was to play delivery boy, especially for you.

He was about to refuse again when he saw the concern in Wataru’s eyes. With a resigned sigh, he took the cup.

“Fine,” he grumbled.

Wataru’s face broke into a grateful but meek smile. He hurried off, leaving Trent to stare down at the cup in his hand, feeling a mix of irritation and something else he couldn’t quite name.

He headed toward the stairs, his steps slow, each one weighed down by the internal debate raging in his head.

He could just throw it out.

The thought crossed his mind almost immediately.

Dump the coffee and be done with it. You’d never know. And then he wouldn’t have to deal with the awkwardness of seeing you.

But then again, Wataru would find out. He’d ask you about the coffee later, and if it never made it to you, Trent would have to come up with some kind of excuse.

Wataru might be easygoing, but he wasn’t dumb. Trent didn’t need anyone questioning him, especially over something as trivial as a cup of coffee.

He gripped the cup tighter, feeling the warmth seep through the paper. It’d be so easy to turn around, head back to the kitchen, and pour it down the sink.

Out of sight, out of mind.

He could almost picture it - the splash of tan liquid spinning down the drain, washing his hands of this whole situation.

But then there was the part of him that knew better, the part that had been growing louder lately. The part that remembered the way you looked this morning, rubbing your temples, the pain etched across your face.

He made his way down the hallway, taking the stairs one at a time until he stood outside your door.

He hesitated, he hated this strange, unfamiliar urge to do something nice for someone here. And for you, of all people.

It was annoying, unsettling.

Realising both hands were full, he resorted to tapping the toe of his trainer against the wooden door, three quick thuds echoing through the corridor.

Silence.

He clicked his tongue in frustration and tried again, tapping harder.

Still nothing.

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” he muttered, irritation lacing his words.

As he stood there, a familiar figure sauntered down the corridor. Harvey noticed Trent’s growing agitation and, with a smirk, made his way over to investigate.

“What are you doing?” Harvey asked, his accented voice dripping with amusement. His eyes shifted from Trent’s face to the coffee cups, then to the trainer tapping rhythmically against the door.

“I’m knocking, genius,” Trent replied, his voice edged with sarcasm. He let out a sigh through his nose, tipping his head back slightly as Harvey's eyes flickered between him and the door.

“Since when do you ever knock?” Harvey questioned, eyebrows raised in mock disbelief.

Trent’s mouth opened to retort, but nothing came out. He hated to admit it, but he was right. He never knocked.

A beat of silence passed before Trent jerked his chin toward the door. “Get the door for me, yeah?”

Harvey grinned, clearly enjoying the moment. “I kinda wanna see how long you’ll keep this up,” he teased, his tone light.

Trent shot him a glare, though the corners of his mouth twitched with reluctant amusement.

“Alright, alright. Keep your hair on.” Harvey chuckled, relenting. He stepped forward, pressing down on the handle and pushing the door open.

Trent manoeuvred through the doorway, using the back of his shoulder to nudge it open the rest of the way, careful not to spill the coffee. He cast a sidelong glance at his friend, who leaned against the door frame with a smirk.

“See? Was that so hard?” Harvey quipped, his tone dripping with amusement.

“Yeah, yeah,” Trent muttered, rolling his eyes.

He stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room. Everything in your office looked untouched, as if you'd entered and gone straight to your desk. You were slumped over, head resting in one hand, elbow propped up on the wooden surface.

Either you’d fallen asleep, or...

“Is she dead?” Harvey asked.

"Here's hoping.” Trent mumbled in response.

He took a step closer, clearing his throat softly, but you remained oblivious.

Trent’s gaze flickered around the room, his usual composure faltering as he took in your dishevelled state. Despite his attempts to remain detached, seeing you like this stirred something deep within him that he couldn’t quite ignore.

With a sigh, he shook his head, as if trying to rid himself of the unease that had settled over him. He carefully placed the coffee on the desk beside you, his movements deliberate.

Tentatively, he reached out, his fingers barely grazing your shirt as if testing the waters.

When you remained unresponsive, he mustered the courage to place his full hand on your shoulder and gave you a gentle shake.

“Hey,” he said, his voice softer than he intended. “I’ve got your coffee.”

You stirred, lifting your head and blinking groggily. He removed his hand, straightening his back.

“Trent?” You mumbled, still half-asleep. The smell of the coffee faintly registered in your mind. “You didn’t have to..”

He shrugged, attempting to sound casual. “Wataru asked me to bring it up. And, well..” He glanced at you, feeling an unfamiliar tug of something he couldn’t quite name. “I figured you might need it.”

You sat up and rubbed your eyes. “Thanks. I really do.”

As he was about to leave, he noticed the pile of paperwork cluttered next to your computer, the chaos suggesting you’d been battling through it despite your headache.

“I, uh..” His voice faltered slightly. “Need any help with that?“

You were about to reply when Harvey’s voice cut in, disbelief evident in his tone. “You’re offering to help?”

Trent shifted uncomfortably, his back still turned to Harvey as he rolled his eyes. You caught the movement and chuckled softly.

“Not offering. Just—” He turned to see Harvey’s amused expression and added hastily, “—just making sure she's not swamped. Is that a crime?”

Harvey shrugged, crossing his arms. “Not at all. Just didn’t think you had it in you.”

Trent picked up half of the stack, maybe more, his actions earnest but guarded.

You watched him with a mix of gratitude and surprise, taking a sip of the coffee and feeling the soothing warmth begin to ease your headache.

Harvey raised an eyebrow, still leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. “Well, well. Didn’t think I’d see the day Trent Alexander-Arnold played the hero.”

Trent’s lips curled into a slight smile, his cheeks reddening as he held up a stack of papers toward Harvey. “Want to help?”

Harvey raised his hands in mock surrender, pushing himself off the doorframe. “I’ll leave you two to it. Have fun, lovebirds.”

As he departed, your cheeks warmed slightly, but you quickly shifted your focus to your inbox. An email from Arne caught your eye at the top, informing you that your session with Wataru had been rescheduled.

You exhaled, thinking, I slept through it anyway.

Trent, meanwhile, had sunk onto the couch, peeling off the top sheet of the document. He placed the remaining papers neatly on the cabinet beside him and studied the single sheet in his hand with a skeptical frown.

The bold black text at the top seemed to glare back at him: "For Liverpool FC Staff Only."

He paused, his fingers grazing the corner of the page. "I can read these, right?"

You glanced over, a small smile touching your lips as you met his gaze. “Yeah, they're just things I need to acknowledge I've read,” you said with a casual shrug, your voice carrying a hint of nonchalance.

Trent tilted his head, raising an eyebrow as he flipped the document over. “Seems a bit counter-productive, though,” he remarked.

“Not really. I never actually read them,” you explained nonchalantly.

A smirk played at the corners of his mouth. “And here I thought you were all about dedication to your job,” he said, his voice trailing off with a mocking edge.

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly, picking up your coffee cup again after dragging the stack of remaining papers closer.

“I am dedicated,” you replied with a hint of a smile, “but finance just doesn’t interest me. I skim.”

He hummed, his eyes scanning the text.

You paused before starting on your work, glancing over at Trent. “Anything important, just make sure you tell me.”

Trent looked up, his expression blank but his voice dripping with sarcasm. “What if I want to skim read?”

You smiled, shaking your head as you turned your attention back to the papers. “Shut up, Trent.”

His gaze lingered on you, a smirk playing at his lips as he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth. He finally looked away, his smile widening just slightly.

...

The soft shuffle of papers and the occasional scratch of your pen had become a rhythmic background noise in the room.

Your headache had lessened thanks to the coffee and the company, but the stack of paperwork in front of you still felt like an endless mountain.

As you reached the final couple of documents, you heard Trent stand up from the couch.

You looked over just in time to see him stretching his arms above his head, the motion causing his shirt to lift slightly, revealing a sliver of toned skin beneath.

You swallowed, instinctively folding your lips inwards as your eyes lingered for a moment too long.

He was an athlete, after all, so naturally, he was fit, as any athlete would be. But seeing it up close stirred something in you that you quickly tried to dismiss.

He caught your glance, and instead of saying anything, Trent poked his tongue into his cheek, clearly holding back a remark.

His lips pressed together in a restrained smirk, like he was biting back a teasing comment. He didn’t want to overstep, especially in the middle of a setting like this one, and God forbid he came across like he’d noticed too much.

Your face grew warm, and you immediately redirected your attention back to the papers in front of you, pretending to scan over the same paragraph you had just read.

But the words on the page were a blur, the previous focus you had was gone, and all you could feel was your heart beating a little too fast, a bit too aware of his presence nearby.

He placed the now neatly organised stack of papers he had been working on back onto your desk. “These just need your signature now,” he said, his voice casual, but you could sense a hint of satisfaction.

You raised an eyebrow. “You finished all of them?”

He nodded, unfazed. He pulled out a folded A4 paper from his pocket.

“I made a note.. of everything that was important.” His fingers unfolded the paper to reveal messy, scribbled handwriting - a far cry from the neat, printed reports you were used to seeing.

But the gesture behind it was unexpectedly sweet.

You stared at the paper in his hand for a moment, a small smile tugging at your lips.

Trent, ever the enigma, had actually taken the time to make sure you didn’t miss anything crucial. His expression was calm, neutral even, but you knew deep down this was one of those moments he’d never let you thank him for.

“Thanks, Trent. That’s.. really thoughtful of you.” The words felt too light, not enough to fully express your gratitude, but you also knew him well enough to recognise that overpraising him would probably make him uncomfortable.

As expected, he shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t make a habit of needing me for this stuff.”

You laughed softly, the sound light and refreshing. “I’ll try not to.”

There was a beat of silence before he shoved the note toward you, his eyes finally meeting yours for a brief second. "Make sure you check my notes, though. My handwriting’s a bit shit.”

You took the note from his hand, your fingers brushing against his for the briefest moment.

“I’ll make sure to decipher it,” you teased lightly, glancing down at the paper covered in hurried scrawls.

As Trent turned to leave, he paused at the door, glancing back at you. “Take it easy, Y/N. Can’t have you passing out on us.”

You nodded, cheeks flushed, as you fiddled with the paper between your fingers. The door clicked shut behind him, and you let out a deep breath.

The room suddenly felt quieter, emptier, but your mind wasn’t letting go. You pressed your lips together, trying to focus on the documents in front of you, but your thoughts kept drifting back to him - his quiet gestures, the sarcastic remarks, the infuriating smirks.

It was maddening how easily he got under your skin, how a simple glance could set your pulse racing.

Then, the memory played again in your mind, torturously vivid - the door shutting, the way he'd looked at you before leaving.

But then it hit you. Y/N.

Your mouth parted, breath hitching as the realisation dawned. He’d said your name.

For the first time, it wasn’t “psychologist.” It was your actual name.

Since you’d started here, you hadn't noticed how much that label created a barrier, a distance. Now, the memory of him saying your name replayed on a loop, breaking through that invisible wall.

You hadn’t realised how much you wanted to hear it from him.

Until now.

...

You were making your way down the hallway towards the cafeteria when you saw Wataru walking towards you. You exchanged polite smiles, a small gesture of recognition, as you passed by each other.

But something made you pause, and you turned back, calling after him.

“Wataru!” You said, a grateful grin crossing your face. He turned around, his eyes curious.

“Thanks for the coffee,” you added, your voice light with appreciation.

Wataru's smile widened as he slowed his pace. “Did Trent bring it up?” He asked, shifting his weight where he stood.

“Yeah, he did,” you confirmed.

“How’s the headache?” He asked, a soft concern in his tone.

“Gone,” you replied, your hand instinctively reaching up to run over the skin on your forehead. “Thanks to you.”

Wataru nodded, clearly pleased.

You studied him for a moment, your curiousity getting the best of you. You tilted your head ever so slightly and asked, “how did you know how I liked it? My coffee, I mean?”

He raised an eyebrow, caught off guard for a moment, then shook his head with a quiet laugh. “I didn’t,” he said plainly, his expression easy.

Your brow furrowed in confusion, your lips parting as you waited for him to explain further.

Wataru chuckled again and leaned in slightly, a conspiratorial tone in his voice. “Trent told me. Said you didn’t like it plain.”

Your heart skipped a beat, surprise flickering across your face. “Really?” You asked, your voice mellow with disbelief. “I didn’t know he knew that.”

Wataru smiled, watching the realisation dawn on you. “He’s an attentive boy,” he added with a nod, his tone thoughtful.

You blinked, processing his words. “Yeah,” you breathily replied, your brows lifting in agreement.

“Guess he is.”

...

Trent finished zipping up his thin jacket with a final click, the sound resonating softly as he shut the door to the vacant computer room behind him. He patted his pockets, making sure he had everything.

Across the hallway, you were locking your office door, your focus intent as you fumbled with the key.

Your eyes met at the exact same moment - yours lifting from the office door just as Trent’s eyes drifted from the closed computer room.

“Hey,” you greeted, a small, tired smile curving your lips.

Trent’s gaze flickered to your lips before settling back on your eyes, a subtle shift in his expression. “Hey,” he replied, his tone soft and casual, with an undertone of something more.

The corridor felt oddly intimate, the quiet hum of the lights and distant echoes were all you could hear. You adjusted your bag on your shoulder, gently clearing your throat.

Trent massaged the back of his shoulder, having had to stare at a computer for a number of hours, a gesture that revealed his own weariness.

“Long day?” He asked, genuine curiosity in his voice.

“Yeah.” You nodded, briefly looking down before meeting his eyes again. “Caught up on some stuff with Wataru. And you?”

“Same,” Trent said with a small shrug, his gaze lingering a moment longer than usual. “Online seminar ran late.”

You stood there for a moment as the hallway seemed to close in around you, your small smiles communicating a quiet understanding.

“You heading out now?” Trent asked gently, his voice almost hesitant as if not wanting to break the moment.

“Yeah, just heading home. I'm assuming you're the same.” You replied, shifting your bag once more.

“Yep,” Trent said, his eyes meeting yours.

"Walk with me?" You tilted your head to the end of the hallway where the stairs led downstairs.

He looked over, swallowing as he nodded his head. "Sure."

You both turned, your shoulders grazing ever so slightly as you walked in what felt like a comfortable silence together, descending the stairs.

You walked side by side toward the building’s exit. Brian, stationed by the manually operated door on the same wall as the now-locked automatic ones, gave it a gentle push open.

"See you tomorrow, Brian." You expressed with a genuine smile, giving him a small wave.

"See you, love. Have a good night, son." He replied warmly.

"You too." Trent added.

He stepped aside though as he turned slightly, his body angled to give you clear passage. With a subtle sweep of his hand, he motioned for you to go ahead before him.

You slipped past, your back brushed lightly against his chest, the brief contact making your stomach flip in an instant.

The sensation caught you off guard, sending a jolt of warmth through your body. You felt like a schoolgirl again, every accidental touch with a crush igniting a fire in your limbs.

Crush? You blinked, shaking the thought out of your head quickly. Nope, nope. That’s not it.

You exhaled quietly, trying to steady yourself, looking back as Trent caught up beside you.

A brisk gust of wind whipped around you both. Instinctively, you tucked the loose strands of hair that had escaped your bun behind your ear, crossing your arms over your chest to keep warm.

Trent shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, his breath visible in the cold air.

“Getting colder,” you commented.

“No shit,” Trent agreed, his voice a bit strained against the chill. “Summer ended quick.”

"You can talk, you weren’t even in the country," you teased, giving him a sidelong glance.

Trent didn’t miss a beat, replying almost instantly, "you didn’t even work here then, how would you know?"

You opened your mouth to respond but hesitated, the words not quite forming in time. Trent noticed and grinned, his smugness unmistakable.

“Someone stalking my Insta?”

You rolled your eyes, fighting the grin threatening to break out. “Please. You think you’re that interesting?”

Trent shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. “Can’t blame ya. I mean, half the world’s got eyes on me.”

“Half the world, huh?” You shot back, arching a brow. “I didn’t realise your four friends counted as ‘half the world' now.”

He chuckled, tucking his chin deeper into his jacket. “Still more friends than you’ve got.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” you replied smoothly, flashing a grin. “I’ve got friends, too. Just.. a bit more exclusive.”

“Exclusive, eh?” Trent said, his tone mock-serious.

"Mhm," you trailed off, smiling.

As you walked, your mind wandered back to earlier in the day, remembering how he’d said your name. It was brief, almost casual, but it had stuck with you. It had felt different, personal.

And now, it replayed in your head, over and over.

Without fully realising it, you broke the silence. “You said my name.”

Trent’s steps slowed as he processed your words, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. “What?”

You looked down, cheeks flushed from the cold - or maybe something else. “When you left my office earlier, you called me by my name.”

Trent pressed his bottom lip up to his top as he thought back. “Pretty sure I’ve said your name before.”

“Not to me,” you said, glancing up at him with a hopeful look.

He tilted his head. “And why’s that so important?”

“Because.. it is,” you admitted, a hint of vulnerability slipping through. “To me, it is.”

Trent's muscles relaxed as his eyes roved over your features. “The bar's in hell, huh?”

You laughed, the sound warm and genuine, cutting through the chill. You nudged his arm with your hand.

“Whatever,” you mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest to trap the heat.

You finally approached Trent’s car, and he turned to you with a nod before pressing the unlock button on his keys.

You watched as he walked closer to his car door and opened it. The quiet of the evening was interrupted by your voice, again.

“Thanks for the coffee,” you said, raising your voice slightly to cut through the wind.

Trent's lips twitched, biting his bottom one to hold back from taking any credit. “I didn’t make your coffee.”

“Don’t lie, Trent. It doesn’t suit you." You remarked, scrunching your nose and shaking your head.

For a moment, his eyes stayed on you, lingering with a soft intensity. You held his gaze, feeling an unspoken connection. The seconds stretched on as you both seemed to take in the moment, your heart racing slightly in the charged silence.

Trent eventually looked away, fiddling with the keys in his hand.

“Get out of the way before I run you over." He quipped, his voice lighthearted.

“Charming,” you retorted.

Trent shook his head, getting into his car.

You began walking towards the pedestrian gate, hearing the engine of his car start up as you turned to give him one last glance before starting your short walk home.

...

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cher-rei · 3 months

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hopelessly obliviously devoted to you [ T.A.A ]

"but baby can't you see? I'm hopelessly devoted to you" [hopelessly devoted to you- olivia newton john]

pairings: trent alexander arnold x fem!reader

summary: when your best friend needs some moral support for her date, you don't hesitate to ask trent for some help. but something else sparks that evening instead

[wc: 2.8k]

genre(s): fluff, idiots in love, denial is a river in egypt

notes: call me capser with the way that I ghost.

"I need your help."

you didn't look up from your phone and continued to aimlessly scroll, hoping that if you avoided eye contact with your friend mia, then she would leave you be.

however, she didn't leave and stood in front of you in your living room, her hands on her hips with a look that screamed "I know what you're doing and it's not going to work".

you could feel her glare boring into your forehead, but you tried your best to persist but you were weaker than you thought. a heavy groan left your lips and she smiled in victory but you knew what you were getting yourself into.

you looked up at her with pursed lips. "I'm not lying to anyone again, or pretending to be your doctor so that you can stay out of work, or--"

"woah, okay." mia waved her hands in front of her in urge for you to stop, a shameful blush flushing her cheeks at the list of things you'd "helped" her with before. your eyebrows raised as she promised that it was nothing of that kind, and that you barely had to do anything.

you nodded in intrigue and she continued with a hopeful smile. "I have a date on friday."

your stomach dropped. "with dean right?"

mia and dean had only been seeing each other for about a month now but it was going well, so you were hoping that she wasn't about to ask you to tell him that she died or something. but to your surprise she said that she liked him a lot, and intended to see where it lead her.

"and you need my help with this how?" you asked with a quirked eyebrow. mia then took a seat next to you and placed her hand on top of yours, a pleading look in her eyes as you mentally prepared yourself for her answer.

she gave your hand a tight squeeze. "we're going to the arcade and I'm really nervous because you know that's not really my scene. so I was wondering if you could tag along and just ease my mind a little?"

just as you were about to interject and refuse the invitation to third wheel the entire evening, mia pulled you back down with a look of utter desperation.

"you can bring trent or something since you two are like--" she made a gesture in the air with her hands. "--like whatever you two are."

if there was something that you hated talking about, then it was that you and trent had a thing for each other. which wasn't true at all! you'd known each other for a while now, about 4 years, and you admit that you were close but nothing special.

"literally everyone can see it except you two oblivious idiots," mia spewed, which took you by surprise. you were just about to agree to her idea of tagging along and she decided to be a little brat.

that's when you made your dash out of the living room, yours and mia's voices sounding over each other as one apologised and the other screamed to block them out.

"I can't hear you!! la la la!"

you ended up going to the arcade.

trent didn't hesitate with his answer either, despite that he wasn't too fond of being around new people which surprised you. his excuse was that you hadn't gone to the arcade in a while anyway, so it would be doing you a favour.

when mia heard the news, she was ecstatic, to say the least, and rushed off to tell dean that you'd be tagging along. so now here you were, in your room, tidying up your outfit while waiting for trent to come and pick you up.

dean and mia left a while ago because they had dinner plans before the arcade, but you made it clear that you and trent would not be joining for the formal stuff.

yname added to their story

it wasn't long before you heard your apartment door open, meaning that trent had arrived. a small smile tugged at your lips as you grabbed your bag from your bed and left to the lounge where he was, a look of surprise on his face.

"where are the cameras?" he asked suddenly and started looking around, lifting the pillows from the couch before looking back at you with a look of mock disbelief.

your eyebrows furrowed at his absurd question. "what are you talking about?"

he took out his phone and pointed towards the time on the screen. "you're actually ready on time for the first time in years."

your jaw clenched at his comment, a flush of red rushing to your cheeks as you threw your handbag at him. "shut up and get in the car. I can't believe I said yes to this."

a hum left his lips as he locked the door behind him, listening to you complain all the way to the car. you didn't notice it, but this was one of those moments where mia would sit back and watch the two of you in slight disappointment and hope.

she would sit in the back seat of the car and watch as trent's attention stayed on you whenever you spoke, a flicker of something lingering in his eyes and on his tongue. mia would notice the effortless gestures between the two of you, such as trent holding the car door open for you no matter the circumstance, the occasional buckle of your seat belt if your hands were full.

how you would mindlessly cling to his side or interlock your arm in his wherever you were. there were always the flirtatious comments that were thrown around but neither of you showed any reaction that wasn't irritation.

it was so obvious to her. so obvious that either of you would always think of each other first before anything or anyone else.

when you arrived at the mall, it was no later than 6 p.m but the mall was already packed with teenagers and family's who couldn't have waited until saturday to enjoy their lives. you took a deep breath and followed trent inside, banter firing back and forth as you tried to find mia and dean.

"we're in the food court and they're not here," you said exasperated and dialed mia's number so you could call her.

trent forced a smile, "well how about you try and look instead of standing in one spot."

that earned a glare from your side, and before you could argue back mia's voice sounded from behind you, to which you mouthed a proud "told you so".

just from the looks of it, mia could tell that this was going to be a long night.

after the introductions were over, the four of you leisurely made your way to the arcade on the 3rd floor of the mall. laughter and excitement boomed from inside and you couldn't help but be a bit giddier than you expected.

there was a skip in your step as you trailed in front of the others, commenting on how it's been forever since you'd been to an arcade— just as trent said. mia and dean walked hand in hand beside trent, who wasn't bothered with trying to hide his smile as he watched you.

you turned around to look at them. "you guys are walking like a bunch of old people hurry up."

dean chuckled at your quip while mia rolled her eyes instead. "I thought you said you didn't want to come to the arcade."

a dramatic gasp left trent's mouth. "she would never. arcades bring back so many memories for us."

a lump formed in your throat when he said that, your heartbeat speeding up at the memory of the incident less than a year ago. the two of you swore never to talk about it again, but you couldn't deny that ever since that evening something between you two shifted.

you were brought back from your daze by the gentle touch of trent's hand on the small of your back. "I'll promise to let you win this time though."

with that, he dragged you off to the token station, leaving behind a very confused dean and a fed-up mia. "I thought you said that they're not together?" dean muttered loud enough for his girlfriend to hear and she clicked her tongue.

"they're not."

40 minutes passed and you and trent were back at it again. it was two completely different sights for the people in the arcade. on one hand, dean and mia were at one claaw machine, giggling and gently guiding each other the best they could to successfully grab the plushy.

and then there was you and trent right beside them at the other claw machine. to say that you were screaming at each other would be an understatement, the both of you swearing that the other wasn't going to get it in, shoving each other at the side to take over.

"no, not that one!" you screamed as you watched trent move the claw with indescribable concentration to find the correct ninja turtle plushy. "mikey is the one with the orange mask!"

a stressed huff left trent's lips. "baby, I can get you a private meet-up with mbappe instead! it's practically the same thing!"

you didn't register the term of endearment at all and instead continued to whine about the plushy until he finally got it. 5 attempts later. but it was done and it was worth it to see you smile that beautifully.

you looked up at him and nudged his arm. "you see. that wasn't too difficult."

he shook his head in disagreement and took your hand into yours again to drag you over to the basketball machine. "you owe me for that later."

you brushed his comment off with a scoff, not thinking much of it.

the evening continued and you couldn't deny that it was the most fun you've had in a while. that and trent had become way more touchy than usual. were you complaining though? hell no.

the basketball machine was one thing but then you stumbled across the photo booth at the back of the arcade, which was surprisingly empty. you tried your best to walk past it as quickly as possible but he spotted it, and you knew what was coming.

a cheeky smile drew to his lips. "I'd like to cash in that favour now."

no. that was your answer, plain and simple. not after what happened last time you were in there. the memory alone was enough to have you feeling lightheaded.

the embarrassed look on your face didn't go unnoticed, and that made him chuckle a bit. it took you a bit of convincing and to no one's surprise, you found yourself on the right side of the photo booth with trent sitting beside you closing this curtain.

"talk about deja vu," he said jokingly which earned him a slap on the arm, out of embarrassment more than anything else.

nevertheless, you shook off your nerves and got on with it. it was just a few pictures, what's the worst that could happen?

the pictures started normally, just as playful and cute as you'd hoped and the photobooth was echoing with laughter and banter as usual, that was until you turned to look at trent only to realise just how close you were.

it went quiet for a moment, and before you knew it your lips were on his. now this was deja vu. he knew exactly what he was doing when he said that you should take these pictures and you weren't any smarter to say no.

the featherlight touch of his fingers beneath your shirt was the reason you pulled away. unlike your bashful expression, trent was smiling from ear to ear.

"okay, now that was on you," he said playfully and you groaned. "last year it was me, I admit that, but this time you kissed me."

your words were lodged in your throat and you found yourself unable to speak, or move, or anything really. the heat that was on your cheeks spread throughout your entire body and all you wanted to do was hide in a hole.

after a moment of recollection, you were met with a look of anticipation from trent who was waiting for you to say something. you sighed and nodded your head, "yeah, this one was on me."

"yes!" he clapped in victory and took the two photo strips, and took the one where you were kissing for himself.

before you could interject, his lips met your again for a peck. "I'm glad the feeling is mutual. let's hurry back to my house, I need to explore these new found feelings of ours with a little more space than a photobooth."

hopeless. you were utterly hopeless as you found yourself trying to suppress your smile, and the sound of mia saying, "oblivious is in understatement."

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furybymoonlight · 29 days

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Master of Assists

gifs by @trenty

Trent was a master of assists, both on the field and between the sheets.

Genre/Warning: NSFW!, smut, comfort, fluff, make-up sex (kind of)

Pairing: Trent Alexander Arnold x OC/reader

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“Trent, no, this is crazy.”

The man kissed and nibbled on her lips, palms glided up along her thighs enticingly before slipping beneath her dress to finally squeezed her arse. Every fine hair on her body stood up, her pain dimmed at the spark of erotic sensation that he was giving her.

“You’re in pain babe…just…let me assist you. I am good at that…..haven’t you heard?”

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AN: Unbeta’d. Sorry in advance for any errors as I’m not a native. I just write for fun (and sanity). This was supposed to be a drabble but all the words just kept pouring out. OTL

Another wave of pain punched her in the gut, but she tried her best to keep the smile on her face, nodding here and there to look like she was following the conversation with her aunts and cousins. God, the days leading up to her monthly period were the worst. All she wanted was to curl up in the bed with her boyfriend, with a cup of tea on the bedside and a heat pad on her belly. This was not possible at the moment because one, she was currently celebrating her mother’s birthday party with families and friends and two, she was currently at odds with her man.

She stole a look at her boyfriend from the corner of her eyes, who was currently talking with his father and hers, as well as some of her uncles. Wearing a dark lime dress shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows and khaki-colored trousers, he looked so handsome. Then again, Trent had always looked amazing in everything…and nothing. Now…if only they were on speaking terms...

Her stomach suddenly twisted again, painful enough that she wished she had a seat at that moment, but it wasn’t her day. Being such a social butterfly, her mom had reserved a small courtyard in a restaurant for a standing garden party. There were a few seats, but they were all taken by the elders. The muscles in her belly contracted again and this time she winced, almost stumbled to the side. She really needed to sit down. Excusing herself from the conversation, she made her way towards the restaurant building.

Trent saw her smiling from the side and had to hold himself back not to go straight to her. She looked so beautiful, he was itching to trace the smile on her face with his fingertips…then his lips, but the memory of their fight last night held him back.

They didn’t fight often as a couple. Being long-time best friends turned lovers, their understanding of each other was on the next level of intimate. Since she was currently studying abroad, they physically had little time together. It was not easy, but they made it work, and whenever they could be together, they usually made the most of it.

Their fight the night before was a rare occurrence. Now that they’re entering the second year of their relationship, Trent felt like it was time to go public. Sure, their families and close friends had known about them for a long time, but he wanted to make it official to the world. He was tired of being careful with her in public, didn’t like treating her as if she was just a family friend. He was also fed up with their hidden dates as well. She on the other hand, didn’t think it was the right time. Having entered her last term in Uni, she was focusing on her final project and finding a job. The last thing she needed was to have public eyes scrutinizing her every move. Neither of them wanted to back down, and they both said some words to each other that they instantly regretted. However, pride prevented them to instantly rectify the matters, which led to the still unresolved tension between them.

He replied to a question from his father before taking another glance at her. It was then that he realized something was not right. Her smile seemed forced, while her eyes lacked their usual luster. He felt a sudden sinking feeling in his stomach when the next second, she swayed a bit to the side. She recovered quickly that it wasn’t obvious for the people in her circle of conversation, but he was just so in tune with her, that for him, it was as clear as day. He was beginning to walk towards her when she made her exit from the courtyard in a haste.

Dropping down to the first available chair that she saw, a sigh of relief left her mouth. The courtyard and the building were connected by a hallway with a few chairs and tables along the strip, as well as restrooms. As it was past lunchtime, the area was currently empty, of which she was grateful. She closed her eyes, leaning against the back rest. It was almost summer, so the weather was warm, but the softly blowing wind gave her a bit of comfort. The calling of her name, accompanied by a familiar scent, her favorite, made her open her eyes.

“Babe…are you okay? Should we go to a doctor?”

She found Trent kneeling in front of her, worry apparent in his dark coffee eyes. She gave him a small reassuring smile.

“Not really…but I’ll live, just my PMS kicking in.”

She winced again as her stomach coiled.

“You’re in pain. Do you want to go home?”

He said softly, cupping her face in one palm, thumb pad softly brushed her cheeks to soothe her. She was his princess, he didn’t like seeing her in even a bit of discomfort.

‘’Can’t. Have to stay at least until the cake cutting.’’

She muttered, closing her eyes again while leaning her face against his large palm, seeking comfort in his warmth.

“How can I help?”

“Cuddling with me in bed…giving me a heatpad, or hot tea, or better, orgasm…lots of things really, none for now though, pity.”

She said without even thinking, her eyes still shut.

“Orgasm huh?”

Her eyes snapped open, and she found her boyfriend looking at her, dark autumn eyes glinted with desire and mischief.

“Well yes, but we can’t-”

She squealed before covering her mouth with one hand as he swept her in his arms. Ten seconds later they were in an empty restroom, where he easily put her on the counter between the dual sinks. Her dress bunched up her thighs as he parted her legs so he could stand between her lower limbs.

“Trent, no, this is crazy.”

“You’re in pain babe…just…let me assist you. I am good at that…..haven’t you heard?”

He said against her lips, before trailing kisses along her jawline, then further along the column of her neck. She instinctively tilted her head to accommodate him. Her mind already shutting down, she didn’t realize that he had sneakily unbuttoned the front of her dress.

“Well…you’re kind of a master at that…or so they said – babe!”

She squealed as he countered her cheeky response with a bite on the swell of her breast.

“Or so they said? I guess I need to prove my ability to you then.”

His hand already slipped around her back to unclip her bra but she stilled his movement, though half-heartedly.

“Baby…somebody may walk in.”

He could see the warring conflict in her pretty orbs and in the way her tongue swiped her bottom lip due to her anxiousness. She didn’t mean to tempt him, but he instantly felt himself hardened even more at that simple act. As if he ever needed any more incentive to ravish her. They once had a random debate on what’s the best pressure level for his car summer tire where she stared at him for a second too long, lips adorably jutted in disagreement and suddenly, there was a literal pressure against his jeans. He was so whipped for her, it was almost laughable.

“I’ve locked the door…now stop thinking…just let me take care of you love, all right?”

His palm gently unknotted the tense muscles on her back and she sighed in bliss, her body relaxing under his touch. He bared her breasts then, taking one hard peak into his mouth, fingers slipping into her slick entrance. He groaned into her creamy flesh, she was already soaked, a bit faster than he had predicted. Looked like her PMS came with a silver lining.

She tugged his head back, hissing as he bit on the hardened tip, reluctant to let the pebbled bud go. She tugged harder and he reluctantly let go.

‘’Need you in me, now.’’

She said in almost a plea. There was a sense of yearning in her tone that called to his primal side. Anything she wished for, he’d provide.

His trousers and pants down in record time, he pushed her panties to the side and plunged into her in one smooth move. He grunted silently. God, she felt so perfect around him, being in her was his literal definition of heaven. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him, urging him to move with a sway of her hip. He moved then, thrusting into her again and again, wordlessly leading her in their carnal dance.

Pleasure scorched her insides, pulsating stronger with every slam from him that it threatened to burn her to ashes. A drop of sweat trickled down Trent’s temple, along his defined jawline and she couldn’t resist a lick. His eyes flared at her sensuous act, the rhythm of his thrusts growing erratic.

A loud mewl just left her mouth when the conversing sound of people nearby reached them. Their eyes widened, bodies froze for a few seconds, but then she saw his smirk and her inner muscle clenched in response. Oh, she just instinctively knew he was going to do something that she loved and hated at the same time. Pulling himself out, he made her stand before turning her around so they both faced the mirror. Her legs trembled and she put her hands on the counter to stabilize herself. He spread her legs before burrowing into her again from behind, grazing her sweet spot immediately, eliciting a cry of pleasure from her which was thankfully muffled by his left palm. Meanwhile, his right hand fondled her breasts, alternating between squeezing and pinching the twin mounds. His eyes locked on hers through the mirror, his low whisper on her ear sent a bone-deep pleasure straight to her core.

“You’re so responsive today….I love it…but you have to be careful baby, can’t let anyone other than me hear your pretty moans all right.”

She nodded and he released her mouth, left hand skimmed over her abdomen before settled over her flooded center, twisting and flicking the swollen bundle of nerves right above it. The sound of people grew louder, but he kept rocking against her, even dared to up his pace. Her climax came then, her body shook, her vision blurred, she felt like seeing stars for a moment. A taste of copper burst into her mouth as she bit her lip so harshly to prevent a lewd scream from coming out.

Trent’s jaw tautened, muscles strained as her inner walls squeezed him so wonderfully, sending white hot pleasure all over him. His movement faltered for a few seconds, just in time for the footsteps outside the restroom to fade away. He resumed then in a high gear, which proved difficult since she still gripped him so strongly. Keeping his gaze on the mirror, he saw her eyes fluttered open to look straight at him. Her eyes still glazed with ecstasy, yet unexpectedly her reddened lips curled into a temptress smile. She pressed herself backward into him so that he sank deeper. She spoke then, a mere whisper, but its effect on him was enormous.

“Fill me up babe.”

Her words were his order, and he combusted then and there, spraying ropes of white inside of her. Closing his eyes, he nestled his face on her shoulder, hugging her from the back, still thrusting into her in a slow, uneven pace as he rode his high.

“I am sorry baby…”

Trent broke the comfortable silence between them when they had finished putting on their clothes. She looked at him questioningly.

‘’About last night…I am sorry, really. Your study is important…and I of all people should realize the most how savage the media can be. You can take all the time you need.”

She hugged him then, kissing the corner of his jaw before giving him a heartfelt smile. Her heart suddenly felt light.

‘’I am sorry too babe. We should have talked it out better last night…and thank you.”

She cupped his face, delicate fingers tracing the line of his plump lips.

“I won’t ask you to wait for long, you know. Just a few months. God knows how much it pains me to see you linked with random models and actresses on those trashy gossip columns.”

Hugging her back, he nibbled on the tips of her fingers.

“You’re the only one for me.”

There was nothing but pure honesty in his voice.

“I know, those things still vex me though.”

She pouted a bit but smiled again as she then realized that her pain had gone. She tiptoed to kiss him on the lips, her hands entwined behind his neck.

‘’My cramp has magically vanished. Thank you baby, I love you.’’

Trent shook his head. Dark caramel eyes shone brightly at her, full of endearment.

‘’I love you more. You know it’s always my pleasure to assist you, princess, so thank you.’’

He said before sweeping her up in loving, toe curling kiss, engulfing her with his warmth.

Master of assists, indeed.

End Note Going through period cramps and this popped up in my head, and writing feels like a good form of coping with all these transfer chaos, contract uncertainties, and Trent poutiness last night :A:, This could be read as a standalone, but in my head this is in the same universe as my See Me (Now) three-part stories. So, check this out if you’re interested for more! Thanks for reading! Lemme know what u think <3

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damiansgoodgirll · 2 months

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Hello! Could you write something about jealous VVD. You're out with the girls and they record you having fun, shaking ass and stuff. Obviously, he's not happy about it.

Thank you ☺️

reader’s not shaking her ass because i can’t shake my ass so i wouldn’t be able to relate but she’s having some real fun 🍾🍾

virgil van dijk x reader

‼️ big virgil is mad at us, sorry + him being a little possessive

as long as you’re mine

it was rare that you had time to meet up with your friends and have a fun night out. two of your best friends had kids so it was impossible for them to stay out over 9 pm and the others were much into their perfect wives role that they didn’t even had time for themselves.

but tonight, somehow, you managed to get them all together to have some real fun in a very special club downtown liverpool.

it felt like it’s been years since you last saw them and you couldn’t wait to gossip about anyone again.

virgil wasn’t really excited about the idea of you clubbing all night. not because he didn’t trust you, but because he didn’t trust the people around you. he knew how man could get when they see a pretty lady, the knew it very well.

so he tried to convince you to stay home but you refused and met up with your friends.

you had a nice dinner and then you all went to the heaven club, your favourite place in all the town. virgil didn’t like it so he never came with you but tonight you finally had the chance to have some real fun with your friends and you couldn’t wait for it.

one drink first, then a second one and a third one. one man offered you a glass of wine that you kindly refused so he offered it to one of your friends that accepted. you all were laughing and having fun when, all of sudden your phone started ringing.

virgil was calling you but you never picked up.

what you didn’t know was that someone was filming you and posting everything on twitter. you weren’t doing anything wrong, you were just laughing and chatting while some of your friends were dancing and shaking their asses but still, someone managed to get your pictures and videos out on twitter.

you never picked up your phone that night, not until the uber you all booked, left you at home around 4 am. you weren’t that drunk but you didn’t trust yourself to drive.

you removed your heels before entering your home, thinking that virgil was already fast asleep so you were kinda surprised when you saw him sitting on the couch watching the news on tv.

“virgil?” you called him and he turned around to look at you “what are you doing still awake? i told you not to wait for me…”

“i had to wait for you in case you never came back home…i don’t know, what if you fell asleep on some cheap couch in some cheap club?” he said standing up and looking at you.

“what? what are you talking about?”

“you know damn well what i’m talking about…” he was mad but you didn’t know why.

“i can see you are mad but i don’t know why…care to explain it?” you asked him a little confused.

“did you really have to do all of that? acting like you don’t have a husband waiting for you at home? if you wanted attention you just had to say it…”

“what the fuck are you talking about virgil!” you started to get mad as how he kept being so obnoxious.

he took two seconds to take his phone out of his pocket and show you everything that’s being going on twitter “this is what i’m talking about!” he showed you one of the videos where you were seen talking with a man - the man you refused the wine from but of course virgil didn’t know that. he showed you another video of you dancing with one of your friends, and it wasn’t the dancing itself to upset him, it was the fact that a man was making inappropriate comments about you.

“virgil…that man offered me wine and i said no, that’s why i was talking with him…and sorry, but it’s not my fault i wanted to have fun with my friends and men can’t keep their dicks in their pants…i’m not apologising for that” you calmed down after seeing the videos and why he reacted that way “but you gotta trust me virgil, and it hurts me knowing that you don’t trust me”

“i know it’s not your fault…i just, i hate seeing men talking about you like you would give them a chance…and i’m sorry for overreacting…i trust you, i love you, it’s the people around you that i don’t trust, it’s the people around that want to take advantage of you and if something has to happen…”

“virgil” you chuckled “nothing is gonna happen okay? i just had a few drinks and i’m capable of defending myself if something happens okay?”

“okay but”

“no buts…”

“but” he kept going “you are mine, my wife, my love, my woman, mine, got it?” he asked, his voice showing more authority.

“i’m yours virgil, as long as you are mine” you answered back.

his lips turned into a smirk, while his hands moved to your hips “i’m definitely yours, as i sad again, you’re mine…” he whispered into your ear and you didn’t know if it was the alcohol or not but you were feeling butterflies all over your body “so now, you let me take care of you as a proper husband should do, got it?” he asked and you nodded.

you definitely wouldn’t have let him go so easily.

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mountsgirl · 6 months

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Captain-Dominik Szoboszlai

Pairings: Dominik Szoboszlai x fem!reader

Warnings: +18 content(smut), explicit language

Summary: Attending the game in which your boyfriend captains his national team takes an interesting turn

Note: I just couldn’t get this idea of him out of my head🫣

Even if this was just a friendly game against Türkiye, Dominik still wanted his girlfriend to attend. He wanted to make her proud. They have been dating for a couple of months, the relationship still fresh, but the chemistry was something none of them had ever experienced. That’s how Y/n found herself at Puskás Arena on a Friday night with Dominik’s jersey on.

It was moments before the Hungarian players needed to be on the pitch to warm up for the game, as you were seated with the other wives and girlfriends attending the game. They were discussing about clothes, jewellery and how excited they were for the game to start before you receive a text from your boyfriend.

Dominik: come in the locker room, I need you!

You wonder if everything is okay with him as you excused yourself from the group and went on to look around the stadium for Dominik. Reaching the locker room, you push the big doors, surprised to find him all alone. His kit was on, together with the captain’s armband, which made him even hotter.

“Shouldn’t you be warming up?”you approach him, settling yourself between his legs while his arms embrace your hips.

“I should” he smirks, checking you out. The skirt you’re wearing come right before your knees and the black leather boots embracing your legs, made you look like a goddess. Looking up to see his jersey hugging your body so perfectly, his smile widened even more “but I had to see you before”.

“You’re so handsome” you mutter, while arranging a string of hair which fell on his forehead.

“My captain” those words awake something in him and he hooks his big hands around your thighs drawing you closer to him, until you’re sitting onto his lap. His and your lips are now mere inches apart, Dominik finally closing that distance, with a passionate kiss, moaning softly. Both of you get even more excited, one kiss turning into a heated make out session. Dominik’s hands traveled all over your silky smooth skin, from your waist, down to your thighs caressing it gently but firmly.

“Strip” he tells you without any hesitation. All flustered and turned on by his actions you look deeply at him with doe eyes “What?”.

“You heard me, strip!”

“Dominik, the game is about to start and someone could come…” he interrupts you with a sloppy kiss, gently pulling on your lower lip to which you can only let out a moan of pleasure.

“Is not like that stopped you before”

“But” you try to argue with his but also very tempting idea but he doesn’t buy any of it.

“Be a good girl and listen to your captain, otherwise I’ll have to bend you over that table and make sure you behave baby” his words hit you like a bus. Dominik seems very calm about the whole situation meanwhile you’re barely holding on.

The shirt and skirt you’re wearing are long forgotten on the floor, while Dominik tries to unclasp the bright red, lacy bra “You’re going to kill me with his baba” he starts planting kisses on your neck, going lower and lower, to the valley of your breasts, not forgetting to nibble and mark every inch of skin on your chest. “Dominik, Domi please” you whimpers in his ear, getting even louder than before.

“What do you want?” He asks straight away, his lips barely leaving your body.

“I want you baby, please”

“And where do you want me?” He asks with a cheeky grin on his face.

“I want you inside me”

Hearing your words, Dominik lifts you up just like a feather and places you on the table in the centre of the locker room.

“All you had to do was ask szívem(my heart)”

Dominik rips up the lacy red panties you had on which were matching the bra.

“Dominik, I liked those!”

“Don’t worry baby I’m going to buy you more” he says thrusting into you.

“Domi!”you leave out a sigh of pleasure which sounded more like a scream, as your walls were drawing him in more and more, squeezing his already hard cock.

“Arch your back for me pretty girl” you do as you’re asked, feeling him go deeper and rougher.

“Can you feel me here baby?” Dominik asks, tracing your lower stomach, feeling the tip of his cock pushing harder into you. You were getting lost in the pleasure that your beloved boyfriend was giving to you while he was just as fascinated by your body and the sounds youmade as you were by him.

“Yes baby, yes!” You let out broken sobs as Dominik was brushing wet kisses over your body. He grabs your chin and he smashes his lips with yours whilst thrusting roughly into your aching core. Dominik was nibbling on your skin while your walls were clenching around him drawing you closer and closer to your climax.

“Dominik I’m close baby please”

“I know baby, I got you, I’m close too”

With every move inside you, he was bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm untill you both reach your high, your uneven breaths echoing trough the empty room.

“Fuck that was good” you smile, kissing him.

“Never disobey your captain’s order” he smirks, kissing you again. Dominik helps you get off the table and as you both get dressed you pick what’s left of your underwear off the ground

“How am I supposed to go without these now?”

“Just as you came here, plus it’s easy access for my reward after I score tonight” he winks and you roll over your eyes.

He laughs as he takes the pair of tore up panties from your hands and puts it in his locker.

Hope you enjoyed it!🫶🏻

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ell-alexanderarnold · 10 months

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Everywhere I go leads me back to you

Summary: Two lovers with two different lives and there’s never ending arguments. Y/n asks herself if the relationship is worth saving. What happens when the two lovers paths starts to collide and goes the other direction?

Angst & Fluff

Note: Let me know your thoughts! <3

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You sat in the car, hands on the steering wheel and you stared at your engagement ring on your finger. You thought about how it was two years ago when you didn’t study, and were home all the time, always available for Trent. But he was not always available for you. You would travel to watch him play at Anfield and when he was playing away games, but nowadays you have to study really hard if you want to make it.

Then he proposed of course, you two were so madly in love. However, what happens when two lovers paths starts to collide and goes the other direction?

You and Trent hasn’t been able to catch up with each other for a while, and you miss him. You get sad when you think about it and sometimes you wish it could be how it was before you started studying.

You parked your car and noticed that Trent’s car also was parked, which was strange because you knew he had a game tonight.

You exited your car and then unlocked your door. You smelled that someone was cooking, that someone was Trent.

“Hello” You said and walked in the kitchen where Trent stood cooking.

“Hey love, you hungry?” He answered and smiled at you.

“Yeah, a little” You simply answered and Trent lead you to the dinner table where he had lit up candles for the dinner.

“Sit down the food’s almost ready” He soothed and kissed your forehead.

You were surprised but also happy that he did this with so much effort because of the little time you spend together these days.

”Wow T, I’m actually impressed” You praised as you started to eat, once again surprised by him.

He smiled in response as he joined you at the table. It almost felt surreal seeing Trent sitting in front of you, you finally got to get lost in his brown eyes again. Oh how you have missed looking into his eyes. In the middle of your admiration you remembered to ask him why he was home and not travelling to the game.

“Are you not playing tonight?” You asked and took a sip of your water and watched his eyebrows furrowed.

“Y/n the game is tomorrow” He confirmed and you put your glass down, almost in shock.

“Oh, I thought it was tonight” You nervously chuckled, and couldn’t believe how you could get it so wrong. Trent wasn’t bothered but you were. You realised how tired you really are from focusing on uni all the time.

“Well, it’s not easy for you to know babe” Trent comforted and grabbed your hand gently and drew small circles on your palm.

“What time are you leaving in the morning?” You implored, knowing that you’d probably won’t see each other for a few days so you wanted to be awake when he leaves, which means you have to sacrifice some hours of sleep. But you wanted to everything for him.

“I’ll leave at 7 ish” Trent answered and an idea popped up in his head.

“Want to come with me?” He added as you immediately panicked inside.

“Where to?” You wondered.

“We’re playing in the Europa League, Toulouse” He asserted and you scratched the back of your neck, something you always do when you’re anxious.

“I can’t, I have to study” You stated and watched his reaction, he wasn’t happy.

“Come on Y/n, can’t you study anywhere?” He pleaded and you knew that this was getting out of hands.

“You mean anywhere you are?” You sighed as you went to put your plate in the dishwasher.

“Please don’t be like that Y/n” Trent tutted and came up to you, giving you that look of disappointment.

“I really need to give it everything if I’m gonna make it Trent” You said and looked at him, and Trent of all people would know the sacrifices that has to be made if you want to make it.

“I understand, just wished that it would be like old times” He mumbled and sat down by the couch as you followed after him.

“Trent you’re saying that you miss when I was a failure, sitting on this couch all day waiting for you to come home and put a ring on my finger?” You snapped. Perhaps it was too much however, you couldn’t stand being in this position in the relationship any longer.

“Y/n, that’s not what I said” Trent said and scoffed as tears started forming in your eyes.

“It’s not about that it is that you don’t want me to have a life separate from yours! I can’t be available all the time Trent” You went on and Trent sat there and reminded himself that you also have a life that doesn’t revolve him.

“What about us then?” Trent spoke up and more tears streamed down your face and you shot a look at your engagement ring.

“I don’t anymore, I gave up something to be at uni and you should know what that’s like because your football is all that matters and all you have time for nowadays Trent” You defended and suddenly you felt your phone buzzing. You looked at Trent with a tear leaving your eye and went upstairs to answer the call.

Trent slammed the coffee table and started crying. Somewhere he felt that this was going to end and he couldn’t control it.

You sat in your shared bed studying, you didn’t have the energy to sit at your desk working. Trent packed his bag for tomorrow and the both of you haven’t spoken since a few hours ago. The silence was too much for you to handle so you sat with your airpods on full volume. You didn’t even know how much the clock was until you heard Trent turning the lights off downstairs.

You got up from the bed and put your books on your desk and then went to the bathroom. You brushed you teeth and you were lost in your thoughts and your music was still playing in your ears, you didn’t even notice Trent standing beside you brushing his teeth as well.

When you were done you looked over at him and saw that he was watching you too, you had to fight the urge to not hug him and absolutely sob into his chest. But Trent already knew how you felt and walked up to you and wrapped his arms around you. Although this time it wasn’t you who cried, it was Trent.

“Shh, it’ll be alright” You whispered and rubbed his back.

“You make it so difficult sometimes” Trent sniffled and let go of you. You were left in the bathroom struck with a such strong feeling of emptiness after he left.

You both sat at the edge of the bed, wishing some things were better left unsaid.

“Y/n” Trent called.

“Y/n” Trent called again.

“I heard you the first time” You taunted.

“We promised each other not to go to sleep angry” He said and you pulled the duvet over yourself preparing to sleep knowing it will take a while to fall asleep.

“Well, I guess some promises are made to be broken” You ended and turned of your bedside lamp.

–

Everything changed after that night. Trent came home after a loss against Toulouse, you wanted to comfort him the moment he stepped through the door. Trent was angry, he always was after a loss but this time it was different because of the situation between the two of you.

You two spoke a few times during the day but it was just small talks and it killed you.

It got more worse later in the day when you were preparing to sleep, Trent would start and argument and then it turned to not saying goodnight to each other anymore. Which you both always did before going to sleep despite an argument.

Now, you stopped saying goodnight and Trent stopped sleeping.

It was like torture to sleep next to him, every minute you thought about to whether sleep in the guest room or go downstairs to the kitchen to grab something to eat. You could hear Trent sighing and toss and turn, eventually he couldn’t take it anymore.

Trent got up from the bed and left your shared bedroom and closed the door quietly as he thought you were asleep.

You wanted to go after him, so you also left the bedroom. You heard noise from downstairs and you figured it was the tv, slowly walking down the stairs you could see him sitting in the couch, watching football highlights from the night.

You sat down, not too close to him but not so far away either. You watched the tv and the highlights showed a stunning goal which made Trent turn to you and say “What a goal that” He said and really you couldn’t believe him. Silence between the both of you for about three days and that’s the first thing he says to break the silence.

You turned your head to look at him, your eyes met and Trent’s lips curled into a small smile.

The whole situation was sentimental, and it was because the both of you knew. You two couldn’t work it out, no matter how hard you tried. The both of you live completely different lives, with different schedules. The only thing you could go back to was that you two have so much love for one another, and that’s what will always unite you and Trent in the end. But it has been this way for too long.

You looked at Trent and caressed his face, and you gave him a look that says everything he needs to know.

“At least we tried” You said, almost in a whisper and looked at your ring. It was filled with memories, and as you took it off it felt like your heart shattered. Tears streamed down your face as you handed Trent the ring. His hands were shaking as he received it, holding the ring that he thought would be stuck on your finger forever.

“Give it to someone who really deserves it T” You cried and he sniffed, looking at you with eyes filled with tears.

“But I only love you Y/n” He mumbled.

Trent thought that his biggest mistake of his life may be letting you go, letting you slip through his fingers just like that…

Two years later

You sat tense, waiting for the final whistle. They were almost crowned European champions. You were so proud of the team that they made it this far in the competition.

“Any minute now!” You exclaimed to your best friend beside you.

They won.

You celebrated with your friends and watched all the players run onto the pitch to their teammates who played the match. You could cry of happiness.

You watched Liverpool lift the trophy, fireworks and confetti were everywhere in the air. You watched the players get their medals and you saw him, getting his very own medal. He ran up to his family and they all hugged him.

Imagine if you were there with him.

And then he started to walk at your direction. He showed the fans the trophy with such pride and you always adored that side of him.

Without noticing he stood in front of the crowd that you was in, and he hardly even recognised you until he saw you. His heart stopped.

You looked up from your phone to see him standing there. Your friends were too caught up in their own conversation to notice you seeing Trent again after all these years.

You smiled at him and pointed at the trophy he was holding, he looked down at it then back at you and mouthed “Not bad”.

You smiled again and it felt like the time stopped and that is was only you and Trent in the stadium.

You couldn’t help but let a tear leave your eye, as you looked at him one last time.

You turned your back on him and dried your tears as you started to leave with your friends.

Trent didn’t move, he was still hoping for you to come back.

Maybe in another universe.

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formulalfc · 7 months

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trent who can’t go a minute without slapping your ass

literally, whenever your ass is in front of him he can't help but slap it, biting it lips as it jiggles at him. you roll your eyes and act annoyed but secretly love it, a feeling of giddiness running through you every time. will fully give a cheeky squeeze when he's walking past you as well and press a kiss to your cheek. he accidentally does it in front of your mum and dad once and your dad has a very serious conversation with him afterwards.

inbox is open send me some ramble requests <3

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not without you- trent alexander arnold

summary: not being able to sleep your boyfriend persists on helping you out

pairings: trent alexander arnold x reader word count: 1.7k

an: not sure how i feel about this, kinda hate it

the light snoring of your boyfriend directly against your ear who lay beside you was one of the many things that kept you awake on this saturday early morning, grazing your freshly done nails along trent arms which was lay across your stomach you turned your head to your bed side table alarm clock.

3:38

you go back to staring up at the ceiling attempting to fall asleep by counting the imaginary sheep in your head. you feel trents arms tighten around you and his face nuzzle more into your neck even though there wasn’t any more room, since yesterday afternoon he had been clinging to you like a koala bear, no reason whatsoever. you thought maybe because he was going away for 2 days for an important match you weren’t complaining of course the extra affection of your boyfriend always made you happy, just thinking about it made you want to sleep and cuddle up next to him but you simply just couldn’t. you stare up at the ceiling taking a deep breath in and exhaling quietly, envying trent at the moment.

you carefully remove trents arm from around your waist, placing it down on the bed, while you shift yourself from under him and get out of the bed trent makes a weird sound and turns to be on his side on the bed where he never normally sleeps. you place your bare feet on the cold ground, shivers travelling up your body, and move towards the kitchen.

the light from the kitchen makes you squint slightly not used to the bright light due to lying in the dark for the past 3 hours. dragging your feet across the floor, making your way towards the cupboard. you grab a glass and fill it up with cold water and instantly drinking all of it, after wiping your mouth with the back of your hand the feeling of warm hands on the side of your thighs make you jump out of your skin, gasping sharply and bringing your hand to your heart you feel trent place his head in between your neck and shoulder blades. his hands rub against your skin and move up your body and underneath your shirt which was paired with a pair of panties. you feel his arms wrap around your waist and squeeze softly.

not saying anything you lean against his chest, feeling a hoodie he must have put on instead of his bare chest which he went to bed with. “why aren’t you in bed?” trent asked quietly due to being muffled by your neck. you place your hands on his, rubbing his skin with the pan of your fingers. “hm?” he lifts his head and turn to look at the side of your face. you turn your head to look at his seeing his eyes still puffy from sleep and the hood of his hoodie pulled over his head.

“can’t sleep, its fine don’t worry about me” you reply lifting your hand up and trace his lips with the pad on your thumb while your other hand holds his, still clutching onto you. you lean closer to him, placing a light kiss on his lips, his lips soft pulling away to nudge your nose against his lovingly then turning to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck and allowing trents hands to go on your lower back and underneath your shirt tracing shapes along your skin.

trent leans in this time a gives you a light kiss then trailing another one across your check before pulling away and looking into your eyes again. “no until you do, not without you”

you sigh in frustration and look at him pleading with your eyes, you scratch his neck lightly “you have a match and you are going away, you need all the sleep trent” you can see him going all sleepy just by the scratch of his neck, trent leans forward placing his forehead on your shoulder.

“yeah” he pauses “with you in the bed” he murmurs.

“how do you sleep when im not there then?” he lifts his head from your shoulder and cheekily smiles. a giddy feeling settling in your stomach.

“why do you think i always call you when i go to bed?” he states and cocks his head to the left questioning you, a grin appears on your face, hands moving to his shoulders and squeezing them slightly, relaxing him once again.

“but why can’t you sleep?” he questions concern written over his face, he raises his eyebrows waiting for a explanation , his hands moving to your waist now.

you shrug your shoulders “don’t know”

“mh”

“i really don’t know trent, i think work mostly, its stressing me out and just normal other things” trent nods his head not really knowing what to say, he turns to look outside to the pitch black garden, a comforting silence is created when trent doesn’t reply but is broken when his breaks into a little laugh and turns to look back at you.

“my snoring keep you awake?” you laugh a little, reaching out and rubbing his cheek softly.

“yeah always” you reply with a roll of your eyes. a silence appears again, you lean your head against his muscly chest, his hand coming up to the back of your head, holding your place there.

“you want tea?” he questions looking down at you, you shake your head. a whine comes from the back of your throat as trent steps back from your guys embrace, a bit annoyed as you were comfortable with leaning on him. he grabs your hand squeezing softly and starts to pull you away from the sink counter.

“come on, we’ll go back to bed” you try not to go with him, knowing you won’t be able to fall asleep and you will just be lying there all night while he sleeps peacefully next to you.

you groan and drag your feet while he turns off the light, rounding the corner and start to make his way up the stairs towards your bedroom. “but i wont be able too”

trent shrugs his shoulders looking down at you a smile creeping up on his face as he watches you slowly make your way up the stairs “then well stay up and talk, you dont have work”

“you need to though, you leaving in the morning” you stop walking up the stairs, pausing half way up and look at your boyfriend who looks like he desperately needs sleep.

‘don’t worry about me, i can sleep on the coach” you pulls you with more force, you grumble under your breath once you make it to the top of the stairs. trent pauses at you, looking down at you raising his eyebrows once again waiting for you to start complaining.

“no trent, its not fa-“ you start but is cut off by him leaning into you and pressing his lips against yours. the sudden movement making you jump slightly “shush” he says against your lips and grabs the side of your head, tilting your head back as he moves his lips against yours slowly. he tongue traces against your bottom lip swallowing a moan that escaped your mouth. you pull away, out of breath. “trent”

“don’t worry about me” he says pressing one more kiss to your mouth. you opened your mouth to say something else. “come on, stop complaining ill get you to sleep”

you roll your eyes at his persistence and you allow him to pull you into your shared bedroom, darkness filling your eyes, you glance towards the alarm clock which you had been staring at all night now reading 4:00am which also gives a small light showing you where trent is.

“trent you have to ben awake in 4 hours’ you point to the clock. you watch as he removes his hoodie revealing his bare chest which made your head dizzy every time this man would get dressed or undressed infront of you. you watch as his arms move quickly to move the duvet and slotting himself into the bed and pulling the covers over himself. he sits up on his pillow glancing at you the patting the side of your bed indicating you to get in.

“come on then” you place one knee on the bed and start to crawl to him, a cheeky grin as his thoughts went all dirty. “last time you crawling to me we-“

“trent stop it” a giggle left his mouth as he watched you get under the covers next to him. he moves to lie on his back, grabbing your upper thigh and moving it to go over his body. moving closer to him, feeling his body heat without even touching him, you place you head on his chest and arm over his chest. a huff leaves your mouth as you feel trent hand go up and down your thigh then proceed to go to your ass and pat it lightly a couple of times.

“hands to your self arnold” you move your head closer into his chest, his heartbeat calming you slightly. he doesn’t say anything and moves his hand back to your thigh makes shapes along your skin. you feel trents breathing even out, lift your head to see his eyes closed. you roll your eyes at him and attempt to move out of his hold but as you move trents hand grips your thigh and his hand around your back pushes you back into his chest, smudging your cheek into his bare skin.

“not asleep yet baby” you hum as a reply, feeling trents fingers trace your back and press a couple of kisses to your forehead. just to try you shut your eyes, focusing on trents hand over your body, moving along your things and on your back and the way his lips pressed against your skin. the movement of his chest and heartbeat coasting through your ears brought a yawn out of your mouth.

“i love you” you heard trent say and you eventually fell into the states of tiredness which had taken you about 5 hours to get in.

“love you more”

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melanieph321 · 6 months

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Hi bestie! I have a fic idea abt dominik szoboszlai. Reader wakes up one morning and she finds domi is about to shave his beard. And she told domi to not do it because she loves the feeling of his beard on her thighs when he eats her out. But domi insists that he needs to shave so he eats her out one last time before he shaves

SEVEN DAYS OF REQUESTS (DAY 1)

Here we go, and we are off with one super request that I really enjoyed writing!

Dominik Szoboszlai x Reader - One Last Time

⚠️Warning⚠️

+18

Thank you for the gif @trentione 😊

Enjoy!

You woke up to the sound of running water, and when it didn't stop running you rolled out bed, rubbing your tired eyes as you made your way to the bathroom down the hall.

"Um...what are you doing?"

Your boyfriend Dominik turned from the bathroom mirror as you appeared in the door frame, a cloud of shaving cream in his hand. "Huh?"

"What do you think you're doing right now?" You said, stepping into the bathroom, eyes wide with panic.

Dominik frowned. "What does it look like I'm doing baby, I'm shaving my beard."

"But why?"

"Why?" He chuckled. "There has to be a reason?"

"Yes. I like your beard."

"I dunno Y/N, it's getting kind of scruffy, don't you think?"

"Yes, and?"

Dominik seemed confused. "Baby, I know we live in England but it's getting kind of hot outside again. That's why it's nicer without my beard."

"But I like your beard." You whimpered, blocking Dominik's reflection in the mirror. You stood before him and stretched out your hands to caress his stubble. He smiled as you did.

"I had no idea you liked it that much. My teammates tells me that I'm starting to look like Jafar from Aladdin."

"I don't think you understand me." You said, voice low and seductive.

Dominik caught the glimpse in your eye and licked his lips. "No?"

You shook your head. "No."

His hands settled on your waist, pulling you closer. "How about you enlightened me then?"

You smirked. "I like your beard not for the way it looks on you, but for how it feels on me....down there"

"Come again?"

You rolled your eyes, but removed one of his hands from your waist, guiding it downwards. "Now do you get it?"

Dominik raised his brows, the palm of his hand flat against the front of your panties. "Oh."

You raised yourself on your tippy toes, reaching to wrap you arms around Dominik's neck, pulling him down for a kiss. His lips were soft against yours, the stubble of his beard tickling the side of your face. "It tickles." You giggled and pulled back to meet his eyes. He looked out of it, his dark pupils expanded with the sudden excitement.

"Even down there?" He asked.

"What?"

"Does it tickle..." He stammered. "When I'm down there I mean?"

You bit your lip and nodded. "It feels fucking amazing."

Dominik laughed nervously, not really sure where things were going, nevertheless his hand was still pressed against your sex, his fingertips nipping at the edges of your panties.

"Do you want me to...?"

You nodded. "But if it's the last time you better make it fucking good."

Dominik grinned as leaned down and kissed you. "Don't I always?"

You gasped as his hands suddenly went under your legs, lifting you up and setting you down on the bathroom sink. There he spread your legs and moved to stand between them.

"Answer me baby, don't I always make you feel good when I eat that pussy out?"

"I don't know?" You muttered. "I think the beard does most of the work."

"Shut up."

You gasped once more as Dominik's hands slapped against your thighs, searching for the hemn of your panties. He tugged them down your legs in one go, making you raise your hips as you did. He caught your waist before you could lower your ass back down again. His breath was hot against your inner thigh and so was his stubble that scratched upwards with his tracing kisses.

"Fuck Dom, not so fast."

He raised his head, a smirk on his lips. "Enough of that, let me have my way with you."

You leaned back against the mirror, grabbing a bundle of Dominik's hair as his head was now placed between your legs. You watched him extend his long tounge, whimpering as he licked across your swollen clit. "Fuck."

"Yes, baby. You like this don't you?"

"Mhm." You bit down on your bottom lip. You bit down hard, ashamed to be on the edge of coming already.

Dominik's lips attached themselves to your pussy lips, sucking them dry with shamless slurping sounds.

"Dominik please."

His laugh vibrated below you with his rough beard against your skin sending unbearable shivers down your spine.

"Please Dominik, I'm gonna...."

His hand reach under your shirt, cupping your breasts, squeezing your nipples between his fingers.

"Please." You moaned.

He could sense that you were close, upping his tempo, using a combination of his tounge and fingers.

You arched your back against the mirror, the orgasm leaving you opened mouthed.

Dominik let you come down from the high, his tounge still licking your clit, slower however.

"Dom." You chuckled, a hand caressing his hair. "You can stop now if you want."

He raised his head to look at you, his eyes drowsy with his blurred vision. "And what if I don't?" He smiled.

"Then I'm gonna have to shave that beard of yours myself."

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loviingpedri · 9 months

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hi:) can u pls write a fic where trent has a secret gf (there’s no reason to keep her a secret, he just likes having her to himself and wants their relationship to be just theirs for a while) but his friends/brothers notice him always ditching them to meet/call ‘someone’ and they start teaching him like damnn are u in love or something??? thank you :)

secret lover - trent a.a

prompt: request

warnings: grammar issues

credits to all owners for images

trent was the best boyfriend. you couldn’t ask for someone better than him.

he prioritized you. he valued you. to him, his whole life is you.

keeping his dedication to you, it was a mutual agreement to be a secret couple. you loved it. it was adorable how you would be far away from him in a bar while he tried to sneak away to see you. how he would hide his phone when he got your messages. or when he simply left parties very early because he couldn’t bear to be without you.

of course it was getting suspicious. how he would step out of team dinners for almost 20 minutes to call you. his absence at places weren’t going to be dismissed either.

“hey trent. are you going to my place later for some games?”

“i don’t think so, mate. got some things to do.” once again, his friends were disappointed that he was ditching them again.

“what’s going on with you trent? that’s like the tenth time you bailed on us. don’t tell me you’ve met someone and haven’t thought to tell us.” the suspicion was rising once again.

“of course not. you’re my best mate, i can’t keep secrets from you.” lying through his cheeky smile, trent had relief wash over him as his friends just kept walking.

deciding to cancel your movie night since it was getting hard to keep your relationship a secret now, trent had decided to go to his friend’s house. if trent didn’t go there, they would come to him. and hiding was not a safe option for you.

“i’ll take some time to call you, yeah?” it wasn’t trent without dedicating some of his fun time towards you. it was hard for him to simply leave. he wanted to be with you every chance he could get.

“don’t worry about it. just have fun.” you kissed him goodbye and watched him leave.

trent took his sweet time getting there. it was the effort of being there, not how he got there.

“no way, trent actually came to join in on the fun.” getting out of his car, he was instantly met with shock.

“don’t push it mate.” after an hour of just playing straight video games and snacking, trent was missing you bad. he excused him to go call you.

“hey babe, how’s it going?” seeing your face made him instantly smile.

“not bad. just beat all of them in mario kart though. i’m a professional.”

“i see you got a new hobby now.”

“yeah. i might stay another hour, but i do miss you a lot.”

unexpectedly, his friends all heard the last sentence.

“do you have a special someone on the other line?” he was shocked, he just turned off the phone without even hanging up.

“what are you on about?” acting dumb was not his speciality.

“said you missed someone, i wonder who.”

“just my mom. don’t overthink it.”

“you’ve been ditching us for the past 2 months to go see your mom? don’t lie trent, you’ve been talking to someone.” he was in a sticky situation. he had no more words to say.

“trent, are you in love? you’re turning red a little bit.” just the thought of you made him light up.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” he touched the back of his head in nervousness.

“arnold is really in love.”

all of a sudden, you broke into a laugh which was heard in the silent room. that laugh was definitely not from his mother as they’ve met her before. trent cursed at himself for not hanging up as his friends demanded to meet you. the secret was finally out.

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trentslfcc · 23 days

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Red is for passion🤍 - Trent Alexander Arnold

Summary: You and Trent are only friends with benefits, well that's what you call it, but recently feelings have gotten involved between you two.

Warnings: Smut (18+)

He was on your mind. Ever since the first time you two had done the deed, he remained planted in your head. Not only was he spectacular in bed, but he was a really sweet person aswell. He always asked if you were okay and if what he was doing was alright. Overall, he was a very respectful guy. He was never judgmental or anything, always accepting you for who you were and what you looked like. He never wanted you to be uncomfortable. The stereotype about footballers was that they were rude and only saw woman as objects, but Trent was the complete opposite. The last time you had seen him was a few nights ago when he slept over. To be honest, you didn't want him to leave in the morning, however you knew he had to. Just thinking about him would get you all flustered and when he was around, you tried your best to conceal it. You had been friends with benefits for a few months now and only that, but recently, you wished you two could be more than that. What was he doing to you? How was he making you feel like this? Sometimes you wondered if he felt the same towards you but immediately stopped, telling yourself that you were only a hookup to him, he was only respectful because he was a kind person. You wished you could see him more than you did, knowing he was a busy man.

As you pondered in bed, questioning what these new found feelings were, you imagined how many other women he was talking to at the moment. It didn't make him a bad person, but he was good with the ladies, let's just say that. On one hand, you thought to yourself, maybe he hadn't realised that you liked him. On the other, maybe he did. The way his dimples were highlighted every time he smiled, even a little. The way his big brown boba eyes sparkled in the light. The way his pearly white teeth brought out the niceness of his face. The way his soft facial features made you feel warm inside. The way his body was muscular but not too muscular. Everything about him was perfect. You really couldn't help it. It was past midnight and you couldn't sleep, laying down with horniness flowing through your body. This was not the time to be like this at all. Even though he was respectful, he was definitely a cocky man and you didn't want to boost his ego. You knew he would tease you about this but nothing could stop you from needing him. Deciding to swallow it up, you built up the courage and you texted him.

_____________________________________________

Trent

You okay?

im horny

Are you?😏

yeah

Want me to come over beautiful?

yeah

Okay

I'm on my way baby❤️

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You were waiting impatiently for him to tell you he was outside. All you were wearing was a white long sleeve shirt and your black panties. You didn't bother to put on any pyjama bottoms because you already knew that it would end up on the floor as soon as you saw Trent. What was the point of putting on pyjamas, just to take them off? Trent didn't live too far from you, only around a thirty minute driving away. He was the only man you felt comfortable showing your body to but obviously you knew he was probably doing things with other women. Well, that was what you had told yourself, you didn't actually know if it was the reality. He had told you otherwise though.

When he pulled up, he called you to tell you that he was at your door. You didn't even respond, ending the phone call immediately and walking towards the door. You were hungry for him and you couldn't take it anymore. Trying to seem as calm as possible, you opened the door but you couldn't stop yourself from instantly smashing your lips against his. He kissed you back with pace, enjoying this very much. Since you weren't doing it, he made sure to lock your door for you. After that, he wrapped your legs around his torso as your arms were wrapped around his neck, continuing to make out with you. He knew your place off by heart and so he took you both to your room. It was always clean and you had told him your preferred to have sex in there. The more you kissed, the more you needed him. Trent was so careful as you carried you up the stairs, not wanting to hurt you in anyway. Your lips were still connected when you two had finally reached your bed. He gently laid you down and got on top of you.

"Hi gorgeous." He chuckled softly before you pulled him in to continue your kiss. It had occurred to him in his mind that he hadn't even got a chance to greet you at the door.

"Hi." You broke the make out session for a second and then swiftly carried on again. It was definitely steamy and as you kept going, it was getting more and more passionate. This was so amazing.

"So desperate for me." He spoke, moving down to your neck. You loved it when he kissed you there so much. He was so good at everything. He delicately slid his hand down your panties. "You're so wet for me already." He began rubbing circles on your clit, causing you to let out little moans.

"I did tell you I was horny." You reminded him in a tone indicating that you liked it very much. He was rock hard solid. Even though he liked when he made you feel so good that you couldn't speak, he also enjoyed hearing you talk when his dick was inside you, going in and out of you or when he was rubbing your clit because the whiny, moaning voice you let out was so sexy to him, especially since you would moan right afterwards. "Fuck." You closed your eyes, feeling the incredible sensation he gave you.

"Yeah, you like that baby?" He was the most beautiful, alluring and enchanting man you had ever seen and the way he planted butterflies in your stomach, you would've thought he was a gardener.

"Mmm." You could only reply, not having the slightest care about answering him with words. He took off your panties properly and took off your shirt carefully, trying to not mess up your bonnet and head scarf. Immediately, he started teasing your entrance which made you frustrated. He could see how badly you wanted his dick and he was going to give it to you eventually. When his fingers went in, you let out a little gasp, feeling the pleasure.

"Why is everything about you so perfect?" He mumbled to himself, hoping you wouldn't hear what he had just said. He couldn't even find the words to describe your beauty.

"Hmm?" You didn't understand it. One, what he said was so quiet that it was impossible to fully get it and two, you picked up a tiny fraction of it, all you heard was the word 'perfect'.

"Nothing- come here, let me feel your lips." With his other hand, he gently caressed your cheek before he leaned down a little to connect your lips again. He was the best kisser. Trent's fingers felt amazingly good, you were so thankful that he was extraordinarily handsome and amazing at sex. Your kiss was a slow one, letting the attraction between you two come forward. When tongues were involved, you were even wetter and you were already like the pacific ocean down there. You were letting out little moans which you couldn't control as you kissed. He needed you just as bad as you needed him. You had to pull away once he began fingering you faster and faster. "You're so fucking sexy baby. Do you know that?"

"Yes daddy." You moaned out. He always made you feel good, the only time when he made you slightly upset was when you were overthinking. He was always so addicting.

"If you call me that again beautiful, I'm gonna have to pound you." Trent voiced truthfully. He loved it when you called him that. He didn't know why.

"Please daddy." Hearing that, you pulled him down to kiss again. You couldn't get enough of his big pillow soft lips. It was as if they were on his face just to taunt you. He rapidly kissed you back of course, feeling one of your arms pulling on his shirt and the other still wrapped around his neck. He let you take his shirt off him, revealing his picture perfect abs and sweaty smooth skin. If you were to look up the word 'luscious', Trent Alexander Arnold would come up. "Mm..you feel so good." You were almost ready to climax, which he could tell as your walls clenched around his fingers.

"You're so close, aren't you baby?" He asked you, going at a faster pace. You're eyes closed by themselves for a moment before they reopened and rolled back. He smirked gazing down at you, knowing the affect he had on you and your body.

"Mmm." That was the last thing that you let out before he took his fingers out of you slowly, making you feel confused as to why he wasn't letting you cum. "Why did you stop?" You questioned him with a face you didn't realise looked innocent. However, you were far from that.

"Cos' I want you to cum with my dick inside you baby." Trent made sure you knew why he did it. You were so needy for him, it was unreal. He knew it aswell, him only getting more cocky. "Is that okay?" You nodded straight away. His dick was like a necessity to you. He gave you a quick peck before sliding down his sweatpants and boxers, taking them off completely.

After a few seconds, he lifted your legs up, separating them and he slipped his big cock inside your aching pussy. This resulted in you letting out your second gasp of the night. He began with a pace that ensured you felt comfortable but quickly sped up. You were making sounds you didn't even know you could make as he would grunt occasionally. You always had fantastic sex with him. Why was he so talented at this? He connected his lips to yours again as you moaned in his mouth.

"You're pussy feels so fucking good baby." You were in complete ecstasy when he said that to you. Your eyes had rolled back again and closed due to the euphoria. He could fuck you in any position and enjoy your pussy just the same. He loved doggy because he could see your perfect body arched infront of him while his cock went in and out of it. He also got to choke you, hold your boob and pull your hair softly. He loved missionary because he got to see your beyond beautiful face. He loved fucking you on your side because it was easier to grab your boob. He just loved whenever you guys were together. After a while of thrusting into you and feeling elated, Trent was close. With your tight walls clenching his cock, he could tell you were almost close aswell. "You gonna cum for me?"

"Mmm..." Was all that managed to escape your mouth, feeling the incredible sensation in your lower stomach. No one would ever be able to fuck you like this, which he had told you before.

"I need you to use your words, beautiful." He began to speed up so that he could get both of you to the finish line.

"Y-yes daddy." You used all the brain power you could to get those words out. He was the best you had ever had and unbeknownst to you, you were the best he'd ever had.

"Good girl. Cum for me." Your moans were getting louder and louder until they slowed down when you came. Trent had orgasmed at the same time as you. When there was nothing left in you, he gently pulled you back into a kiss and then helped you clean yourself up. What a gentleman.

He aided you in putting your pyjamas on properly so that you could finally get some sleep. You had decided to change what you had previously worn and put on a pair of pyjamas bottoms this time with a matching vest. "That was amazing, Y/N." He gave you another quick kiss before adjusting your noodle straps while he had already put on his sweatpants. After he had put his hoodie back on, you saw him making his way towards the door. "Bye beautiful-"

"Don't leave." He stopped in his tracks and turned around to face you. "You can sleep over. It's late anyway and you still have your shorts and shirt you left here the other day. You can sleep in that." You recommended to him. You didn't want to feel lonely and your feelings for him were only growing.

"You sure?" He smiled at you with sweet eyes. He had slept over before, but tonight felt a bit different since he would get butterflies whenever he looked at you.

"Yeah." You confirmed, wanting him to come back to your bed. "I'll go get them." Maybe this was all you needed in order to get a good nights rest.

"Okay." Quickly, you went downstairs to go and grabbed his left over clothes as excitement took over your body. When you arrived back in your room, you saw him sitting on your bed waiting patiently.

"Here you go." You handed them to him. He could see how beaming you were that he was staying which he found very adorable. "You can go to the bathroom to change if you want."

"Thank you." He spoke before getting up and going into the bathroom. He was secretly joyous that you had told him to stay because it meant that he could spend more time with you. You were the only girl he liked and the only one he was really doing something with but if any other woman had asked him to stay, he wouldn't of. You were all he thought about sometimes and he couldn't help it. Leaving the bathroom when he had finished, he came back to join you in your bed. "Look at you not wanting me to leave."

"Shut up." You looked with him with a fake death stare. He giggled at your facial expression, pulling you in for another kiss. Every time your lips connected, you both felt butterflies in your lower stomach, emphasising your feelings for one another. "I just like having you around." He turned his head to smile again at your words.

"I like having you around too." Trent began rubbing his hand on your thigh slowly. He loved that you were comfortable with him. What made you more attractive was how forward you were. You weren't too shy to let him know that you wanted him to stay, you told him when you wanted to have sex, you told him when he was annoying you, what you wanted and so on. He didn't feel as though he had to walk on eggshells with you. You understood him and he understood you.

"I'm tired." You yawned, laying down on the bed and whipping your soft blanket on you. Trent was still sat up, observing you.

"Yeah, I bet you are." He gave you a cheeky grin, before laying down with you. He giggled again once you saw your face giving him his second death stare. After a while of talking, you two were on the verge of falling asleep.

"I don't wanna overstep or anything, but can we cuddle?" You proposed in a sleepy voice, waiting for his answer before doing anything.

"Yeah." He was going to ask the same thing if he was being honest. You were already turned to the side, not facing him so he got on his side and wrapped his arms around you. You were the little spoon.

"Good night." Your eyes were practically closing by themselves. Without thinking about it, you put your arms around his, feeling at complete peace with him.

"Good night beautiful." He repeated back to you. He liked calling you pet names because you guys had built that closeness, and when he called you 'beautiful' or 'gorgeous', he meant it.

Finally, you both had fallen asleep, content in each other's arms. You loved this so much and wished it could happen more often. You felt as if he was protecting you as his muscular arms hugged your waist. This was the best sleep you had gotten in a while and you were glad you were spending it with Trent. He had trouble sleeping sometimes. When he lost a game, he would sit and relive his bad moments and mistakes until his eyes closed. When he was stressed, he would lay and overthink about almost everything. When he was frustrated, he would normally stare off into space until he got over it eventually. However, when he was with you, he fell asleep instantly, feeling the comfort and warmth that you radiated. Also, the sex you had just had was too good.

The following morning, Trent was up before you but didn't want to wake you as you looked so tranquil still in his arms. You must have shuffled in your sleep because you were now on him with your arms around him. He could only gaze down at you with a soft admiration on his face. How did you look perfect even when you were sleeping? He began caressing your cheek very gently and kissed your forehead. That was what had woke you up.

"Morning gorgeous." He smiled down at you as your eyes fluttered open like butterfly wings. What a beautiful sight.

"Mm. Morning." Your voice sounded so sleepy and tired even though you had just awakened. You tightened your grip around Trent with your arms.

"You wanna keep cuddling?" Trent already knew the answer, he just wanted to hear you say it. He was going to give you what you wanted.

"Mmm." You replied before he carefully pulled you up closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck straight away while your head buried itself in it and he hugged your waist again.

Eventually, you both got up a while later. You had lent him a spare toothbrush that you had because you knew this wasn't the last time he was going to need it. After you both finished with your daily morning routines, you both met again downstairs in the kitchen. You could cook, but you weren't bothered this morning, so Trent opted for ordering you guys breakfast instead. You were both sat on your couch watching a movie, waiting patiently until your food arrived.

"Y/N, we need to talk about something." The scouser expressed, bringing you closer to him so that you knew it was about something important.

"About what?" You questioned him with curious eyes. This made you kind of nervous as his face seemed unsure about what he was going to say. What if he was ending whatever you guys had? You had no clue how to react.

"Us." He explained, still with an uncertain facial expression. It wasn't the first time he wanted to speak to you about this but he had to speak about it now. "I know you like me."

"Trent-" You were the one who didn't know what to say now. It wasn't as if it wasn't obvious now that you thought about it. You didn't hide it very well.

"It's okay if you do." He reassured you because he didn't want you to think he had a problem with it, in fact, he loved it. "You can't help who you like, especially since we have lots of sex. It makes sense."

"I mean..yeah I like you but obviously I understand if you don't like me. I know we're just like, friends with benefits so-" You continued by saying.

"I like you." He cut you off because he didn't want you to feel as though you had to ramble on. He couldn't stop himself from telling you.

"You do?" You were flustered by what he had said, having a familiar feeling in your lower stomach. You hadn't expected to hear that at all.

"Yeah." Trent grinned as he saw you blushing, before chuckling a little at your cuteness. He was so glad. "You're the woman I want Y/N."

"Stop-" You covered your face with your hands as you were sure it was noticeable that you couldn't stop smiling. It was so easy for him to make you like this. His giggling increased.

"I was gonna ask if you wanted to go on a date, when we're both free." He suggested with his heavy accent.

"I'd love to Trent." This was one of the best mornings you had experienced. You woke up in the arms of the man you liked, got free food, were told he liked you back and was asked on a date.

The food had arrived a short time later, causing you to be relieved as your hunger was through the roof. You both carried on watching the movie and then moved on to another, cuddling some more after you had finished eating. The cuddling did lead to a make out session, but who could blame you two. You didn't want him to leave but he had to go home, giving you a quick peck before he left.

Five months later....

You and Trent were dating now which you were enjoying every second of. He loved to spoil you and take care of you at the time. He came to your place way more often and the sex was still beyond amazing, as always. There was no one you would rather spend your days with. Your man was your biggest supporter and you were his, always showing up at his home games. You were living your best life.

So, the Saka one is coming next as requested so stay tuned guys! I'm also going to be writing another Tchoua and Jules one x

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𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬 [𝐓𝐀𝟔𝟔] 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟓

gif credits: @trenty

Pairing: Trent Alexander-Arnold x Fem!Reader

A/N: guyssss!!!! ur support means the world, the sun, the moon, the solar system to me like everything!!! some of the comments u leave got me feeling like Y/N fr, big mwahs for u all! I made this part a little longer as an apology for making you wait for so long!

Warnings: more fluff, Trent slowly starting to open up methinks, angst, pressure, high-stress environment, very slow burn

Word Count: 3.1k words (11 mins reading avg)

…

You were seated at your desk, carefully closing the backs of the picture frame. You smiled as you secured the last clip, the image now safely enclosed behind the glass. It was a small comfort, one you could look at during the demanding days.

Before you had the chance to prop it up on your new cabinet, Lee entered with a folder in hand. You left your frame face-down as you stood up, and rounded your desk to greet him.

"Saw your email. Everything okay?"

Lee gave you a quick, apologetic smile as he handed you the folder. "Yeah. Won't be able to make the Man United game this weekend."

He handed you a folder emblazoned with the Man United logo, stuffed with the players' reports.

You raised an eyebrow, more concerned than curious. "That's unlike you. What's come up?"

He leaned against the edge of your desk, folding his arms. "Got to attend a family thing, non-negotiable. But that's not the only reason I'm here."

His tone shifted, more serious now. "I need you to step in and travel with the squad as the on-hand psychologist."

Your heart skipped a beat. "Me? But... I mean, I usually handle things from here. Are you sure?"

Lee nodded, his expression firm. "I wouldn't ask if I wasn't. You've been great with some of the boys so far, and they trust you. This game is going to be intense, and they'll need your support. Plus, it's good for them to have some consistency, especially with me out."

It all made sense, but the reality of it hit hard. You’d only been here for two months, barely building trust through a handful of sessions a week. Now, being thrown into the deep end at Old Trafford for an away game just felt like career suicide.

You bit your lip, the weight of the responsibility starting to settle in. The thought of traveling with the team, being there in the thick of it, was both exciting and daunting.

"I don't know, Lee. What if-" Your voice wavered, playing with the corners of the folder in your hand.

"You'll be fine," he interrupted, his tone reassuring. "You're more than capable. And look, I'll only be a phone call away if you need anything."

You hesitated for a moment, the nerves swirling in your stomach. But deep down, you knew this was a chance you couldn't pass up. Lee believed in you and it was inevitable at one point.

"Okay," you finally said, taking a deep breath. "Sure."

Lee's face broke into a wide grin. "Good. I'll let the gaffer know and I'll make sure everything's arranged for you."

You nodded, watching as he left. The thrill of the weekend was tempered by the gnawing anxiety that you weren't ready, that you were diving headfirst into something you couldn't fully control. Sure, some of the boys had warmed up to you but others were still keeping you at arm's length.

You scoffed to yourself, more like just the one. You were walking a fine line with him and the last thing you wanted was to make things worse. In the heat of the moment, a sentence, an expression, a word could tick someone off.

You couldn't continue your train of thoughts, the folder staring up at you, waiting to be opened. With a steadying breath, you took a seat at your desk again and finally opened it, beginning to read through the reports.

...

The squad and staff gathered at the training ground, the usual pre-match energy heightened by the knowledge that today’s destination was Old Trafford.

You stood off to the side, watching the players mill around as they waited for the coaches to arrive, the hum of conversation and laughter blending with the distant noise of fans outside the gates.

You were trying to keep your own nerves in check, running through mental notes on the players, when Curtis sauntered over, a relaxed smile on his face.

“Bit of a madhouse out there." He said, nodding toward the entrance where the sound of chanting fans was growing louder.

“Just a bit,” you replied with a smile, honestly grateful for the distraction.

He chuckled, giving you a once-over. “You look a little tense. First time heading into enemy territory got you rattled?”

You gave him a mock glare, though the truth behind his teasing made you sigh. “Maybe a little. It’s just.. a lot. Big game, and I’m still getting used to being around everyone, let alone on a match day.”

Curtis leaned against the wall beside you, his expression softening. “I get it. But you’ve been solid with us. We’re glad you’re here, even if some of us” - he raised an eyebrow - “aren’t great at showing it.”

You smirked, knowing exactly who he was referring to.

“Trent?”

He grinned. “Nah, Wataru." You nudged his shoulder with your hand, and Curtis pushed himself off of the wall. His attention was directed back to the team as Arne brought everyone together.

"You're gonna smash it, see you in Manny." He flashed you a smile before jogging back over.

You adjusted your backpack currently slung over your shoulder, glancing up but accidentally catching Trent's eye across the large entryway.

He was standing a little apart from the others, his posture relaxed but with an air of deliberate composure. His hands were casually tucked into his pockets, and his usual stoic expression was softened by a hint of curiosity.

His gaze lingered on you longer than usual, more intent and thoughtful.

You offered him a shy smile, unsure of what to expect in return. Almost immediately, his eyes darted away, his expression tightening as he turned his attention back to the team.

A tinge of disappointment settled in your chest, but you didn’t have time to linger on it as the coach pulled into the parking space out front.

“You’ve got this. You’ve got this,” you whispered to yourself, as if it were a mantra, following the backroom staff out of the training ground.

…

The first half had been tightly contested, with neither team managing to score, leaving the game deadlocked at 0-0.

The only real highlight was Trent’s free kick from just outside the box - a powerful shot that flew high, curling away from the goal before soaring over the bar. The away fans held their breath in anticipation, only to exhale in disappointment as the ball missed its mark.

From the sidelines, you watched as Trent’s frustration grew more evident, his usual composure giving way to visible agitation.

Each missed opportunity seemed to fuel his irritation, and it was clear his emotions were beginning to take over.

You sighed as the referee jogged over after a hard tackle. The yellow card was raised high, and Trent’s reaction was a sharp scoff as he walked away, shooting a disdainful side-eye at the player he had just fouled.

The rival fans seized the moment, erupting in cheers and taunts that grew louder and more fervent.

Old Trafford lit up as the referees became hyper-aware of Trent, ready to penalise any further outbursts. Arne’s nervousness was palpable, and the backroom staff were on their feet, counting down to the halfway mark.

Trent was no longer just reacting to the game; he was actively seeking confrontations with the Man United players. His tackles were sharper, his verbal exchanges more heated.

The tension was building to a breaking point, but the halftime whistle blew just in time, bringing a collective sigh of relief from every member of Liverpool’s staff, whether at the training ground or in the stadium.

As you left your seat to head down the tunnel, Trent’s shoulder brushed against yours, his head lowered and skin glistening with sweat.

You noticed Arne watching him closely, his face a mask of concentration and concern, fully aware of how vital Trent was to the team’s strategy - and how disastrous a second yellow card could be.

...

As the halftime break drew to a near close, the tension in the dressing room was palpable. The players sat on the benches, catching their breath and nursing the aches of the first half.

Arne stood at the front, his arms crossed as he delivered his instructions, his tone firm but calm. You could see the focus in their eyes, the determination to turn the game around in the second half.

Just as he'd finished his tactical breakdown, he turned to you, walking over.

"I want you to say a few words," he said, his voice low.

"About?" You asked quietly, unaware of the boys' wandering eyes glancing between the two of you.

"Keeping their heads in the game. Any insights that might help them stay focused and.. you know, ease off the aggression."

You swallowed, nodding. "Yeah, okay."

The players' attention turned to you as you moved to the centre of the room, a mix of curiosity and expectation in their gazes. It was almost comical - this was the first time many of them were hearing you speak in a professional setting.

You cleared your throat, giving a quick glance to the clock hung on the wall.

You took a deep breath and began. “I know we don’t have much time, so I’ll be brief. We need to ease off on the aggressiveness." Trent, who had been staring at the floor, lifted his head slightly, his eyes now locked on you.

"We’re here to play our best football, to get the result we want and then move on. Allowing anger is only gonna distract you and hurt our performance. When you feel it bubbling up, just walk away and refocus yourself." You made an effort to connect with each player as you spoke, though deep down, you hoped your words would resonate with one in particular.

"Focus on what you can control - your passing, your tackles, your game.” A smirk tugged at Trent's lips before his head dipped again.

You scanned the room, noticing nods of understanding. “If you see a teammate getting heated, help them out."

Another breath, "push them away from the fight, back off, and concentrate on our tactics, not on the referee’s decisions or the United players. Don’t sulk on what went wrong. Learn from it and move on, yeah?"

Arne gave you a nod of appreciation as you wrapped up your little speech. "Alright, let’s make this second half count," you finished, your voice carrying a tinge of determination.

Virgil clapped twice, rallying the team as they stood and prepared to exit the dressing room. “Let’s go!” As they began filing out, you moved to the side to let them pass.

Trent was among the last to leave.

"Write me up next time," he muttered as he walked by, leaning in just enough for you to hear.

Your eyes involuntarily dropped to his lips before darting back up to meet his gaze. Your heart skipped a beat, but you quickly composed yourself and responded.

"It was meant for everyone." You lied through your teeth.

He hummed in response, a subtle hint of amusement in his voice. "Sure," he said, not even glancing back as he walked out, leaving you with the undeniable sense that he knew exactly who your speech had been aimed at.

...

In the second half, Trent seemed lighter on his feet, more focused on the tactical aspects of the game and less caught up in the aggression that had marked his earlier play.

Liverpool had eventually secured a hard-fought 0-1 victory, with Salah scoring the winner from a beautifully timed assist by Trent. The away crowds erupted as the ball hit the back of the net, and the energy from that moment carried through until the final whistle.

As you watched him on the pitch, his frustration giving way to calm determination, you couldn’t help but wonder if your halftime words had played a part in that change.

Even a small part, that was more than enough to make you feel like you were on the right track.

The journey back to the training ground was a short one, the adrenaline from the win still buzzing among the team.

But by the time you arrived, the place had already started to empty out, with most of the team and staff having headed home to celebrate or rest.

The win had been sweet, but the quietness that greeted you at the training ground felt like a peaceful end to a very intense day.

You hadn’t intended to stay at the training ground as late as you did after returning, but with Kaia staying over at a friend’s house and the stack of unwritten reports waiting for your attention, you found yourself at your desk again.

The evening had unfolded into an unexpected work spell as you prepared for the upcoming sessions and tackled the never-ending paperwork.

The soft glow from your new office lamp created a cozy pool of light, the only sounds in the quiet room being the occasional rustle of papers and the gentle hum of the air conditioning.

Starting to nurse a headache, you rubbed your eyes carefully as to not smudge your makeup.

The words of practising what you preached echoed in your mind, working for hours on end without a break was hardly the advice you’d give to anybody.

So, you eventually pushed away from your desk and decided to step outside your office for a walk.

The halls were quiet and mostly vacant as you strolled, letting your mind drift and find a moment of peace.

You made your way to the large glass windows that stretched across both the first and second floors, providing a panoramic view of the training grounds below.

The evening sky was transitioning into deep blues, with the last hints of daylight fading.

Yet your gaze was drawn to a solitary figure on the pitch, illuminated by the few remaining lights.

It was him.

Even from this distance, his form was unmistakable as he set up a line of balls and readied himself for another round of free kicks. Instantly, you were reminded of earlier - his powerful shot that had soared over the bar.

Seeing him out there, still working hard, your shoulders slumped in realisation.

The scene was almost surreal, marked by the quiet dedication of a player refusing to call it a day.

You stood there in complete silence, taking in the sight as if it were a scene from a film - each deliberate movement and focused effort holding your rapt attention.

It was a side of him you hadn’t seen before. Alone and immersed in his own world, completely absorbed in his craft without a care for the outside distractions.

Deciding to join him, you headed out of the building and towards the pitch. The evening air was crisp, with a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of nearby trees.

You crossed your arms over your chest, maintaining a respectful distance as you approached. You hoped your presence would neither startle him nor prompt him to leave.

"Mind if I watch?" You asked, keeping your tone light and casual.

Trent glanced at you, his gaze lingering for a moment before he turned back to the pitch. There was a flicker of surprise in his eyes, but no trace of annoyance.

"Suit yourself, psychologist," he replied, his voice steady. You nodded - guess that was good enough for you.

You watched as he rolled the first ball to his feet, his focus razor-sharp as he stopped it and took a few steps back.

The ball sailed through the air, curving beautifully into the top corner of the net. You couldn’t help but be impressed.

"That was perfect," you said, genuinely admiring his skill.

Trent shrugged, wiping sweat from his brow. "Just another shot."

"Give yourself more credit than that. It’s not easy," you countered. "I admire the dedication."

He glanced back at you. “Guess you’d know.”

“Sorry?” You asked, slightly confused.

Another shot.

“The picture in your office. You played once,” he remarked, a hint of a challenge in his tone.

You found yourself wondering when he had been in your office to notice the picture, then it clicked. He'd helped you assemble the cabinet where you later placed it.

He must've spotted it in one of the boxes.

You watched as he set up another ball, and somehow, in a way that only Trent could manage, that shot was even better than the last.

You scoffed lightly, dismissing the comparison. “Nowhere near your level, obviously. But you’re right, I guess I can imagine the passion. The pressure.”

You hoped your words were reaching him, echoing the sentiments he'd talked about in so many of his interviews.

He breathed out slowly. "So why psychology?" He asked, bending over to position the next ball.

"Because mental strength is just as important as physical ability," you explained. "I've seen talented players crumble under pressure, and others rise above it. The difference often comes down to how well they manage their minds."

Trent didn’t respond immediately. He set up another shot, this time, it hit the post with a loud thud.

Frustrated, he sighed.

You picked up the ball as it bounced near you, letting it roll between your hands before walking over to him. Once there, you dropped it to the ground, letting it settle by the side of your foot.

When he looked at you, his gaze was softer than you’d ever seen it.

You felt a flutter in your chest, the kind that made your stomach dip slightly. Your fingers curled into your palms, a subconscious effort to ground yourself as the moment stretched on.

“I know I’m just a stranger,” you began gently, your tone careful and steady.

“But I’m not here to push you and you don’t have to share anything with me. I just want you to know that if you ever feel like talking, we can - no titles, just two people who might understand each other.”

You added with a slight smile. “You’ll never know unless you give it a shot.”

For a moment, he seemed to consider something. You would’ve traded anything in to know what was going through his mind at that moment.

But he shook his head, glancing out over the pitch. “I’m good for now.”

“Okay,” you replied, giving the ball a gentle nudge, just enough to pass it to him. With a nod, you stepped back and turned towards the building, heading inside.

Before entering, you turned around, surprised to find him already watching you. “Thanks for hearing me out, yeah?”

You offered him a final smile before disappearing inside.

Trent’s gaze lingered on your retreating figure for a moment longer before he returned to his practice, a slight shift in his expression as he continued his routine.

...

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