#lfc oneshot

[percervall]

give me all of your love (something to dream about)

Player: Darwin Núñez, Virgil van Dijk Words: 2887 Warnings: Smut from the first paragraph, guided masturbation/thigh riding, praise kink, slight dirty talk, masturbation (m), semi-public sex, voyeurism, kinda threesome?, cuckolding (I think?), discussing sexual fantasies, multiple orgasms (f), unprotected sex (basically everything but the kitchen sink jesus what did I do?) A/N: Uhm, okay. So. A couple of weeks ago @kostasstsimikass got this ask and the image would not leave me alone. So enjoy the result of what happens when my filthy brain runs for the hills, clutching an idea 🙈 and to think I wrote this in a day and on a Sunday at that

Ivy, I love you, this would not exist without you. Happy new year! What better way to start 2023 than with nearly 3k of filth? 😅

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You know you would be taking a risk when Darwin dragged you into the dressing room of the AXA. You’re pretty sure anyone walking into the dressing room will know what’s going on purely based on the trail of discarded clothing. As your back collides with the wall of the shower, Darwin looks at you, seemingly searching your face for any sign you are not as into this as him. You nod, wrapping an arm around his neck, fingers sliding into the hair at the nape. Darwin smiles that cheeky smile of his –the one that always sets your body alight– as he dives down to kiss you. He kisses you with a hunger that leaves you breathless, lips slanted over yours, tongue exploring your mouth. You feel his fingers digging into you as he pulls you flush against him. A breathless moan escapes your throat when you feel him harden against you. You rock your hips against him without being fully aware of what your body is doing, clenching your thighs shut, as you feel your arousal soaking your underwear. 

“We could get caught, amor,” Darwin whispers in your ear, kissing the skin behind it. You let your head fall back with a gasp, feeling yourself clench around nothing at the idea. 

“Somehow I get the feeling you wouldn’t mind,” he continues. You hear the grin in his voice and if your eyes had been open you would have seen a twinkle in his. Instead of answering, you grind against him, desperately seeking something to alleviate the ache between your legs. Bless your boyfriend, truly. He’s such an expert at reading you, knowing just what you need and when you need it. 

Darwin slides his thigh between yours, pulling you down onto him. The contact of his bare thigh with your still covered pussy makes you moan as he presses against your already swollen clit. 

“Darwin…” you sigh as he drags you across his thigh, giving you the friction you so desperately crave.

“What would you do if someone walked into the showers right now? Seeing you making a mess on my thigh?” he murmurs in your ear. He pulls your underwear to the side, pressing you down more firmly against him. Heat spreads throughout your body, starting in the pit of your stomach until it feels like your skin is on fire. Too focussed on chasing your orgasm, your brain incapable of forming coherent sentences, you let out a needy whine as you rut against him. 

“Would you like him to watch you as I take you against this wall? Or would you want him to join us?” Darwin says, kissing the column of your neck. The images he paints leave you panting, adding to your arousal. They were all filthy ideas, but there was one idea –one image– that you don’t dare to share out loud, fearing his reaction. 

“My filthy girl, I can feel how wet you got just thinking about it. Tell me, what would you like to do if someone walked in?” His teeth scrape over your collarbone and you buck against him. You’re close, so fucking close, as he tenses the muscles in his thigh, giving you the pressure against your clit that you need. 

“I’d let him fuck me while you watch me take his cock,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. You feel him groan against your skin where his lips are pressed against your shoulder.

“Fuck, princess..” 

Him letting you have that fantasy, enjoying that fantasy that you have thought about so many times alone in bed at night with your favourite toy buried between your legs, is enough to send you flying over the edge. Your body tenses, muscles in your legs trembling, as your orgasm rolls over you like waves cresting the beach. You moaning Darwin’s name is the only thing that leaves your mouth as you fall, knowing he’s there to catch you as you do. 

“Jesus,” you hear someone whisper, someone who’s very much not your boyfriend. Your eyes snap open, and you see the one person that always makes an appearance in your fantasies in the doorway of the showers. Your first instinct is to hide your body from view, trying to save what little dignity you have left. But seeing Virgil standing there in nothing more than black briefs that leave very little to the imagination, with a towel slung over his shoulder, has you clenching your thighs shut, momentarily forgetting Darwin still has his between your legs. 

“Oh, you’ve been holding out on me hermosa,” Darwin says with a chuckle, quickly putting one and one together. “It’s him, isn’t it? It wasn’t just anyone in your fantasies,” he adds, turning his head to look at his teammate. You close your eyes, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you nod. 

“And to think you haven’t even seen his cock, amor. Do you want him to join?” 

Darwin’s comment leaves you breathless, and you nod again.

“I need you to tell me, princess. Tell me what you want Virgil to do to you,” Darwin says, pressing kisses against your neck as his hand wraps around your ribcage. 

Somehow him asking you to spell it out for him while Virgil is very much there and will hear you reveal that seemingly depraved part of your mind is both terrifying and a turn on all at once.

“Darwin,” you whine, moving your body out of sight.

“Do you trust me, hermosa?” Darwin asks you, voice just loud enough for you to hear. You nod yet again, because yes of course you do. “You’re safe. Virgil won’t do anything you don’t want to do. I won’t do anything you don’t want to. This is about you, amor. Want to make you feel good,” he murmurs, and you feel your body relax against the shower tiles. Darwin moves to look at you, silently checking in, before he takes the smallest step back and thus exposing your mostly-naked body to Virgil. Your eyes lock with the Dutch centre-back. His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, eyes raking over your body and you feel high on the attention.

“I want Virgil to fuck me against the wall while you watch me take his cock,” you tell Darwin while you remain eye contact with Virgil. You sound a lot braver than you feel; your stomach is in knots and your heart is hammering in your chest. Virgil swallows hard, but stays rooted to the spot in the door opening of the showers. Darwin nudges against your neck with his nose, encouraging you to take the first step. You hold out your hand, moaning as Darwin moves his kisses from your neck to your chest, flicking his tongue over your nipple. 

You feel Virgil take your hand, pressing his body against your side. His lips brush against your temple.

“Are you sure about this, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you sigh, feeling two sets of hands coast the curves of your body.

“If that changes, tell me and I’ll stop. Do you have a safeword?” Virgil murmurs, fingers dancing over your ribs. 

“Teacup,” you reply softly, basking in the continuous kisses and fingers caressing your skin. You feel Virgil’s chuckle reverberate in his chest. You were known for your love of tea around the training facility so it had made sense to use the word when you first discussed it with Darwin. 

“Alright sweetheart, last question before we get started. Do you want me to wear protection?” Virgil asks, hand moving lower and squeezing the top of your thigh. You hear Darwin moan oh so prettily at the implication of that question, grinding his still covered erection against the outside of your thigh. You look at him, needing his approval in this decision.

“You’re in charge amor, I’m good with whatever you decide,” he says, giving you a chaste kiss. 

“I’m on birth control and we’re both clean. Unless you want to, you don’t have to,” you all but whisper. Virgil swears under his breath and gives your thigh another squeeze while Darwin squeezes your hip, leaving open mouthed kisses along your shoulder. You let out a needy moan when Darwin drags two long fingers through your folds, dipping into you just enough for you to feel the stretch. 

“So wet for us, amor,” he whispers in your ear, adding a third finger. You keen at the feeling, head thrown back as you ride his fingers. He leaves you whimpering when he pulls them back, bringing them up to his lips as he sucks them clean. Darwin’s eyes twinkle as he tastes you and the sight leaves you breathless. You feel Virgil tug on the elastic of your underwear and you nod, giving him permission to undress you fully. Virgil runs his nose against your jaw, taking up the space Darwin had created for the two of you. His hands move down to the back of your thighs. You wrap your arms around his neck and allow Virgil to lift you up. The tip of his cock nudges against you and as you look down, you help guide him inside. Both of you curse at the feeling of him slowly filling you. Even though you had taken three of Darwin’s fingers with relative ease, Virgil is so much thicker and longer than you had anticipated.

“So beautiful, amor,” Darwin whispers in your ear, watching as Virgil bottoms out. You feel your skin heat up at his praise and let out a keening noise when Virgil fills you completely. It’s almost overwhelming, the feeling of Vigil’s fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, his cock hard and pulsing inside of you, Darwin’s murmured praise; it feels like you could combust at any moment.

“Please,” you beg, whimpering when Virgil tightens his grip on you.

“Please, what, sweetheart?” Virgil asks into the skin between neck and shoulder, pressing gentle kisses as he allows you to get used to him.

“Need you to move.. Virg, please… Need you to fuck me..” you mumble, clawing at his back. You hear both men chuckle at your neediness, but Virgil complies with your request. He pulls back slowly before rolling his hips forward. Your head rests back against the wall as you look down.

“Harder,” you whisper, meeting his eyes. Virgil’s lips curl up in that trademark smirk that has your cunt clenching around him in anticipation. He buries his face in your neck as hips snap against yours. He keeps the same languid pace, but every thrust feels harder and deeper than before, filling you completely. The feeling has your eyes fluttering closed, teeth biting down into your bottom lip. You can hear how wet you are with each of his thrusts. It’s a filthy sound, echoing off of the shower walls. You rest your head on Virgil’s shoulder, turning your face when you hear Darwin moan. When you manage to open your eyes you see your boyfriend leaning against the wall in the corner. He’s still close enough that if you were to reach out the hand currently buried in Virgil’s hair, you could touch him. But right now you enjoy watching him too much. Darwin has one hand wrapped around his weeping cock, dragging it down slowly as his eyes are focussed on the way Virgil is taking you against the wall. It lights a fuse low in your stomach, watching him fuck his fist. The image has you drunk on power, knowing you’re the one doing this to him.

“He’s so big, babe,” you say, your eyes still on Darwin, “so full.. Fuck.” Virgil chuckles as he tilts your hips ever so slightly, hitting that spot deep inside. Darwin lets out a low groan at both your words and the sight before him, and picks up the pace. 

“Yes, Virg. Right there. Don’t stop. Just like that…” you ramble, tightening your grip on his shoulder. Virgil is more than happy to oblige and keeps hitting the same spot again and again. You move your legs ever so slightly, allowing him to penetrate even deeper and the sensation has you crying out. You hear Darwin praising you; telling you how much he loves you, how good you look wrapped around his teammate’s cock, how well you’re taking Virgil. Every single word goes straight to your cunt and you’re clenching around him as you feel your orgasm building.

“That’s it sweetheart, come on my cock for us. Such a pretty girl,” Virgil murmurs against your skin, teeth scraping over your collarbone and something just snaps. Your back arches and you feel yourself clench around him in spasms as your orgasm wrecks through you, every muscle trembling as you moan and whine and sob. 

A sound from your left pulls you back to earth. Darwin lets out a string of curses in Spanish and you watch as he paints his stomach and chest with ropes of cum before collapsing against the wall. The sight has you moaning and you sneak a hand down to rub your clit in tight little circles with Virgil still buried deep inside of you as you climax all over his cock for a second time, panting and whimpering. You hear Virgil grunt and feel his cock get even harder. He snaps his hips once, twice before following you over the edge. You can feel him throb and pulse inside of you as he fills you with his cum, making you gasp, loving the feeling of being filled that way. 

Although your third orgasm is shorter and less intense than the previous one, it leaves you absolutely spent and boneless, your heart trying to escape the confines of your chest.

Virgil carefully pulls out of you, gently lowering you to stand on your own feet. You feel your cheeks heat up as his cum drips down your thighs. It feels both sinful and empowering at the same time. You swallow hard, eyes still unfocussed, as you come down from your high. Darwin immediately wraps you in his arms, holding you up. Virgil turns the shower on and you let both men clean you up while they whisper sweet nothings into your hair and skin. 

Your muscles have turned to jelly and you can barely form a coherent thought. As you burrow your face in Darwin’s neck, you feel your nose start to prickle with tears. Your brain is finally catching up with your body, processing what just happened. You try to swallow the sob that’s threatening to come out as the first tears roll down your cheek.

“Are you okay? Did I go too far?” Virgil asks, worry evident in his voice. You shake your head, not able to reply to him. 

“It sometimes happens when she has an intense orgasm, or climaxes several times in a short period of time. Is that what’s happening, princess?” Darwin says. You nod, taking deep breaths. 

“What can I do?” Virgil offers.

“Just hold me,” you reply, voice barely above a whisper. You let Darwin manoeuvre you so both men can hug you at the same time. The weight of both of them against you calms you down and you feel like you’re slowly regaining control over your body and mind. 

It could have been minutes or an hour, you truly have no idea how long they’ve been cuddling you standing underneath the hot water. You blink a couple of times and let out a big sigh.

“There you are,” Darwin says, a gentle smile on his face. You smile back at him and move to turn the water off.

“Thank you,” you say, looking at both of them. Virgil kisses your cheek as a reply and lets go of you.

“Let’s get dried off before Milly fines us for hogging the shower,” he says with a laugh, bending down to pick up his discarded towel and underwear. He offers you the former and you let Darwin wrap it around you. The three of you walk out of the shower and into the now empty dressing room. You let Darwin dry you off before you put your staff tracksuit back on. Virgil opens the door and checks to see if there’s anyone outside.

“Coast is clear,” he calls back. You both follow him out and walk towards your office and exit. You thank your lucky stars you don’t bump into any of the other players or your colleagues and refuse to think about having to face them tomorrow. Virgil pulls Darwin in for a hug and gives you a final kiss on the cheek before saying his goodbyes. Darwin leans against the doorway as you get your things.

“Let’s go home and nap on the couch,” he says while you lock up. You nod with a smile, feeling the exhaustion take over now the adrenaline is wearing off. 

“Thank you, for everything,” you say as Darwin climbs behind the wheel. 

“Always, amor. I love you,” he replied, taking your hand, pressing a kiss on your knuckles. “Sleep,” he adds when he sees how you’re struggling to keep your eyes open, “I’ll wake you when we’re home.” You nod and your body relaxes into the leather seat with a content sigh as you feel the roar of the engine lull you to sleep. 

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[furybymoonlight]

Master of Assists

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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.”

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?”

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

[liverpool-enjoyer]

for the first time in like five months heres uefa high as tweets!!! also new uefa high one shot coming later today hehe

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

[slutfortrent]

tomorrow - trent alexander arnold

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Trent?” You breathe.

“Mhm.”

“Lets get married baby.”

[janeleclerc]

★ my love, you are worth it all.

SUMMARY: Y/N and trent are absolutely buzzing after the win against united.

WARNINGS: none, fluff!

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i cannot believe this win fucking happened holy- also I GUESS YOU COULD SAY I’M BACK NOW

Once the full-time whistle was blown, Y/N jumped up from her seat, cheering and smiling. Her eyes caught Trent’s and he sent her a toothy grin, the adrenaline of the win and the happiness of the result radiating off his body.

He needed to kiss her, and now.

He was the fastest to walk through the tunnel to see her, practically sprinting. She was the fastest to go and meet him, her feet as fast as a cheetah’s.

Once he spied her standing in the corner with a smile on her face, his heart started dancing. Her smile erupted into an even bigger one, her arms opening for him.

Once they were wrapped in each other’s bodies, he felt truly at home. And she could say the same. Small kisses were shared with the pair, both of them being cautious that they weren’t alone. That didn’t stop Trent from snaking his hands around her waist, though.

“I am so, so fucking proud of you, baby. You deserve it, you deserve all of it.” She whispered into his ear. He grinned again, giving her another kiss.

“Thank you for coming today, thank you for everything - my God, I’m so happy right now, I can’t even say proper sentences,” he breathed. She let out a laugh, the contagious laugh he adored, the laugh that would light up a whole room.

“Always, Trent, always. My love, you are worth it all.” She smiled, cupping his cheeks. He gave her another kiss, unable to control himself.

“I love you, Y/N. Thank you.”

“I love you too, Trent.”

They shared a few minutes of comfortable and loving silence before he broke it.

“Let’s get out of here, shall we?”

She smiled and nodded hysterically, excited to see how they’ll celebrate tonight.

“Oh yes, we shall.”

[blueaetherr]

Trent imagines pls🥰

in another universe

pairing: trent alexander-arnold x fem!reader [she/her]

warning(s): angst?

summary: the one where the time comes to split

now playing: unholy matrimony by giveon

A Sunday afternoon was spent by Trent and Y/N cleaning out their shared bedroom. Not for a spring clean, not to make room for a third party, and definitely not to make room for one another. Shoes, clothes, jewellery—all packed separately with no intention of unpacking everything together again—it was the beginning of the process to rid themselves of each other. 

After some time and a while, the couple—ex-couple, that is—decided to not go through with their relationship, everything if you considered how much one's life revolved around the other. It was a decision that came rather late and purposely delayed. I mean there was so much to them, so much potential to Trent and Y/N that now would remain behind as waste and abandoned ideas. From the wedding to the family, the possibility was simply reduced to ash, and they had to accept it.

Opening their (the) closet door, Trent sighed when he noticed two pieces of clothing that had yet to be removed. He turned to the young woman sitting on their (the) bed. He called, "Y/N?"

Y/N, tired and near withdrawn, glanced away from the box she was closing up. "Yes, Trent?" There was so much seriousness when the two spoke, almost like they already forgot everything else that a conversation could hold. Like fun, and happiness, and pleasant vibes; now all that remained was something so strict and monotone. They were so drained of the good times that they used to have.

"You planning on taking your dress out of the closet any time soon?"

Y/N froze at the mention of her dress. Her wedding dress.

Their (the) closet was empty, apart from her white wedding gown and his black tuxedo. It was a simple action, to remove clothes from its closet yet they remained untouched for days. The two hadn't found the heart to touch their wedding attires, let alone discard them. It was so much heartbreak and gloom, especially when there was so much past good that came it, so many memories that reminded them of everything that led up to what could have been a marriage. 

The wedding gown that Y/N bought with her bridesmaids, the suit that Trent bought with his friends, the wedding gown and the suit that they showed one another days after purchase because Trent and Y/N were just that impatient. Maybe it was a just thing they did; their wedding day wasn't just halted until further notice, it was simply gone and would never make a recovery.

"I just don't see how it's that important."

"I'm sorry, what?" Y/N glanced at Trent with rather exaggerated shock. The football player let out a laugh. "How can you not care about what you're going to wear, Trent? It's your wedding day," she took a seat on the edge of their bed, "I mean surely you want to look good for that."

"Of course I do," Trent let out a long sigh and hummed softly, adjusting his arms behind his head. Noticing the small pout across her lips, he let out a small laugh once again, barely trying to hide his grin. It would show even behind his palm. "But I'm sure a suit I pick out won't be any different to what I already have. Besides, I think it'll be your wedding day more than it'll be mine, and that's okay. I'm okay with that. Everyone will only be looking at me when you aren't there."

"Okay, okay," Y/N mumbled, looking away to avoid Trent's smirk. For someone who received compliment after compliment from the same person every day, she had yet to get used to it all. "At least... at least just stick to the theme."

Trent listed off his fingers, "Black tux, white shirt, black bow tie."

Excitedly, Y/N offered her hand which Trent took a hold of and interlocked their fingers. "That right there."

Y/N harshly gripped the tape in her hand. It hurt, really, to think about everything, to think about all that could be, to wonder that maybe things could've worked out. But she had to shake her hand, let go and say to herself, it isn't going to work out. You've tried already tried but it's hopeless. 

"Uh," she scratched her head, "yeah. Um, soon. I'll get to it soon." Y/N didn't believe her own words, and neither did Trent because he felt the exact same. He, too, didn't know when he would build the courage to rid himself of his wedding attire.

Y/N blew out a huff, rubbing her hands over her face. "My parents are going to be so mad."

"I'm pretty sure we can get our money back on some things. Like the venue, the villa—

Y/N chuckled, rolling her eyes. "Not everything's about the money, Trent." 

That one would always remain one of Trent's flaws in the relationship. He was very materialistic. That's how he got through to other people, including Y/N, even if it felt forced. He asked Y/N to be his girlfriend with an expensive necklace, he bought her expensive clothes and jewellery. The act of giving excessively wasn't inherently bad until you realise Trent's gifts came as a result of his wrongs and arguments. Like when he proposed to her; the action came a week after a big argument. 

"Sorry," His face fell. It was something that Trent was trying to get over, valuing money over everything else. But clearly, he hadn't tried enough to save the relationship. "I didn't mean to offend—"

His voice was interrupted by Y/N's ringtone sounding across the room. The instrumental for Here Comes The Bride.

Alone together, Trent and Y/N were in a large hall for their first wedding rehearsal. They decided to arrive a bit earlier than everyone else, just to catch a moment for themselves.

"I don't think I even need to practice this," Y/N said as she moved around the hall effortlessly. Dancing, humming, smiling far too wide—this was her moment and she was enjoying it all a bit too much. "Like, I've had this in my mind since I was a kid."

"Oh yeah?" Trent tilted his head, almost like he was admiring his fiancée. "Walk me through it." Trent understood what this all met to Y/N. To have the perfect wedding, to have a moment to herself, to manifest every single detail she had envisaged in mind. He didn't mind stepping aside to let her lead the way.

"Oh, okay." She took Trent's hands and guided her back so he was further away from the entrance. She began to walk back, "So obviously you'll be standing at the altar. I'll walk down the aisle with," Y/N hummed a bit of Here Comes The Bride as she moved away from Trent, "playing, you know?"

"Maybe play the song," he encouraged, "to make this a bit easier for me to see."

Soon, Here Comes The Bride was softly playing in the large hall. "So this plays while I'm walking down the aisle, probably someone playing it on the organ preferably." She began to near Trent, with each step growing her smile, her happiness, all that she felt for her soon-to-be husband—everything there was to feel and experience in that very moment. "My niblings as the flower girls and ring bearer in front of me. My dad walking with me..."  

And there played out a memory that was all too stunning. With more smiles, more kind words, more displays of support, and more descriptions of the perfect wedding for Y/N and Trent—everything in abundance and comforting, all with Here Comes The Bride playing in the background.

But the more she heard that tune over time, the more that song sounded around a room before she answered a call, the more the uncertainty grew. The less Y/N felt like a bride, like a partner even. The less she felt like she was going to marry the love of her life. The more they began to drift apart, the less the two discussed the wedding and the marriage ahead of them. The more, finally, everything fell apart. After a while, the reality just sets in: they couldn't do it anymore.

"I really hate that we're ending like this, you know," Trent said, interrupting the silence in the room. The two had finished clearing out the room for the day, but they remained in their place refusing to speak to one another. Sighing when she didn't respond, he added, "But I should've known." 

That was where another problem lay for the two; they were never on the same page. While the relationship was two-sided, both Trent and Y/N felt like they were carrying most of the relationship's weight. The unspoken thoughts, the feelings, the confusion that came when something went wrong. That fault compromised everything they shared; believing that you and you yourself were carrying everything there was of a relationship while your partner was slacking felt so lonely, like you had no one to find comfort or confide in.

He asked, "Do you think we could've worked out, like for real?" It was more of a wonder than a question. He didn't direct it to Y/N; Trent placed it into the open for anyone to have their say on it. Maybe more opinions could put reality into perspective, that they simply weren't meant to be. Could they get back together, even if they are so hopeless?

But then he also hoped that Y/N would provide him with an answer. She was always one to rest easy with her decisions, always certain about everything she did or said. After all, she was his first opinion, and always seemed to have the right answers. Could we ever get back together, even if we are so hopeless right now?

And he was right to mention that she always had the right answers, as Y/N scoffed slightly with, "No. Of course not, Trent."

But then for the first time in a long time, Y/N took a glance at Trent. His eyes were timid and his posture was inward, closing in when she responded so harshly. But she had to. If she gave him the slightest idea that the two could work out, not only would Trent run with it but she would too. Much kinder, she explained, "No, Trent. Uh, I don't think so. I mean we tried and... just look where we're at now," she motioned to the now bare bedroom, "We messed up so many times to even look at the possibility of something. We're too lost for one another."

The sad reality of it all was that they were long gone for one another. Dating back to before the wedding rehearsals, before Trent had proposed, before Trent had asked Y/N to be his girlfriend, heck before they had even met. The thing is, they were never met to be together in the first place. It was written in the stars, something that couldn't be rewritten at any cost.

The fallout wasn't because of a disagreement over a wedding cake, or a lunch destination. Those were easy fixes, things that couldn't cause so much damage. Instead, Trent and Y/N simply weren't meant to be. No matter how hard they fought it, no matter how hard they tried to prevent the fallout, no matter how hard they tried to avoid all the evident cracks in the relationship—in the end, it would happen even if they had to experience a disaster to get over it.

"But I don't know," Trent lifted his head when Y/N let out a long sigh. She shrugged, clasping her fingers together, "Maybe... maybe we could've in another life."

"Another life?"

"Yeah, like... in another life, in another universe, in our past life." And there it was, a smile. Sure, it was small and shy, but it was there nonetheless. Either way, Trent noticed it like it was any other smile of hers. "Us— or them. All of the other Y/Ns and Trents out there," Y/N spread her arms out, "wherever they are, they can pull through. I'm sure of it. We just so happened to be the unlucky ones so then everything everywhere can run smoothly."

Trent and Y/N looked at one another and suddenly, neither could look away. The looks, so loving yet equally broken. The person that they fell in love with, the one that they planned to spend their life together with—they were right there, they were so close yet they had to let one another go and let their other half drift away. It felt like their love story ended way too soon. One couldn't forget that in all that brokenness, in all that heartbreak, there was something—maybe everything—quite good.

While it all had to happen, it was easy to forget that within all of this, there were two individuals either suffering or celebrating. And in this case, they were suffering. Y/N and Trent couldn't change the situation or the circumstances and they had to live with that, without one another.

The loneliness, the uncertainty– it was scary, even if they came with a bit of peace. Because deep down, even if they had to handle a lifetime of pain and worry, they wouldn't hesitate to endure it together. That way, it would feel like everything was okay. 

[penguintransporter]

IT’S A DATE  (a Virgil Van Dijk imagine)

This is for the lovely anon (whoever you are, you are amazing) who requested: “hello! can i request a story with Virgil van Dijk getting seeked out by an oc who works with the medical staff in melwood, but Virgil’s too busy that he doesnt notice, even when it’s *really* obvious?” You told me to let my imagination run wild, so I did... I hope you like it! PS. I hope you don't mind me using some other characters from my previous story.

Lou nervously tapped her pencil against the chart holder that rested against her elbow. Glancing down at the red pen between her fingers, she winced at the chewing marks of her own teeth before throwing it on the desk, and grabbing a fresh one from the pen-holder. With a sigh, she shifted her weight to her other foot and started tapping nervously again.

"I have no idea why are you being so jittery. It's not like it's your first day," Robbie remarked from where he was sitting on a chair in the corner of the medical room, "but if you could stop with it, that would be bloody wonderful because I am trying to do some math here." Lou faced him quickly, mimicking his words in a mock tone on which he just gave her a look ��� his eyebrow rising while he tried to hide his grin. "I guess, maturity is not on the list of your qualities."

Lou smirked, taking few steps and peering over his chart, curious at what he was doing.

"Since when did you become an analyst?" Lou asked, pursing her lips in confusion. "Are you sure you're in the right office? Analytics are on the other side of the Melwood…" she trailed off with a teasing grin, ignoring the nervous twists that invaded her stomach once again.

Lou wanted to believe that it was her period, or maybe just a poor choice of a toast and jam for breakfast earlier that morning, but deep down, she knew the real reason even if she didn't dare to admit it. She knew that her stomach flips and jitters were solely because of one-meter and ninety-three centimeter giant of a Dutchman who, along with couple of others, arrived this morning for the first day after his World Cup duties.

Still, a side of her kept denying it, even if she already knew that she was deep in a trouble because of her feelings towards Virgil. Lou couldn't help herself; she liked him a lot.

She had met him on the very first day he visited Melwood for the first medical check-up, and, as much as she hated to admit, it was love at the first sight. Obviously, she knew who he was before – she didn't live under a rock, and she had been present when they settled a deal to buy him, but when he walked through the doors of medical room in all his tall glory, sporting a charming smile – Lou felt like she was being a teenager again. It took only few of his kind words, another smile, and a firm but gentle handshake, and that was it – Lou had gotten her diagnosis.

She was head over heels, and even one-hundred-seventy-four days later, nothing has changed.

The doors of the office suddenly opened, making Lou blink back from her thoughts, and once she looked towards them, another person stuck her head inside – a mess of unkempt hair piled at the back of her head in a ridiculously short ponytail. Emma grinned at both of them in all her freckled glory, and Lou smiled back while Robbie, being emo as usual, just raised his hand lazily, not really bothering to look up from his papers.

"You are very much needed now, Robbie," she spoke hurriedly. "Everyone, except for Sturridge is here, but that's not a headline anymore."

"It's more an out-dated column that no one reads any longer," Lou interjected with a grin.

"He is probably stuck in the traffic," Emma added, matching her smile.

"My guess he's stuck in his wardrobe, matching the hat with his shoes," Robbie mumbled as he got up, referring to, by now, a running joke among everyone at the Melwood on Daniel's insisting on looking immaculate at any given moment.

Lou and Emma shared yet another glance – both of them trying to hold the laughter.

"I will refrain myself from any statements," Emma whispered before raising her voice to a normal level, still looking at Lou. "Is it okay if I send Joe, Virgil, and Gini in?" They did warm-up and stretching already. James is sick again, so I am obliged to do his job. Technically, I am not obliged to do anything, 'cause there are so many people working here, but Klopp seems to like me."

Lou tried to laugh at Emma's joke, but it came out as strained, so she quickly nodded. "Yes, yes," she answered – her voice sounding as if she just woke up. "Just send them in, so we can both be over with it," she gave another try at joke, but she failed again.

"Okay, I am done," Robbie interrupted, zipping his sports jacket. "Shall we…"

Emma nodded as Robbie grabbed the bag and made his way towards the doors. On his way, he stopped next to Lou, patting her lightly on the shoulder as if he knew that she is going to need all the mental support in the world.

Not being able to say anything, Lou just meekly smiled at both of them before they left her alone in the medical room.

**

It's not as if Lou had never performed a medical check-up on handsome, charming, and athletically built men.

She had been sports physiotherapist for several years now, starting as the assistant, and slowly building up her experience to the position she had now at the club she supported her entire life. Lou had seen many of the players come and go, she had seen them half-naked, in distress and vulnerable, sweaty and smelly, crying in pain, and she even knew where most of them had their most ticklish spot, but after some time of overthinking it, she became immune on their good looks.

However, she had never performed a check-up on Virgil.

Somehow, he always ended on Robbie's examination table, and Lou was only there to look or take notes, but earlier that morning, when she arrived and glanced at her schedule, she knew what was awaiting her.

And, it certainly didn't help that he looked the way he did when he walked in the room, trailing behind Gini and Joe, laughing at something that Lou wasn't aware of.

"Your gastrocnemius feels a bit tense," Lou spoke – her eyes dancing between Joe's face, Virgil and Gini, and the notebook in her hands, "but other than that, you're good to go." She looked at Joe again, giving him a small smile. "I am sure you can work on that with Robbie. It's nothing serious, just a lack of exercise in the past few weeks."

Joe sat up, stretching as he did so. "You need to use less complicated words with me, Ms Welsh," he muttered.

"It's Lou," she grinned, correcting him, "and gastrocnemius is the muscle—"

"—at the back of your leg, Gomez," Virgil cut Lou in the middle of her sentence, and she smiled at him, but he wasn't looking at her. He was grinning at Gini who stood next to him, leaning on the wall – the two of them sharing an inside joke.

The corner of Lou's mouth dropped, and she focused on her notebook again as she tried to pretend that she wasn't looking at them in the first place.

"Next time when you decide to appear smart to impress Ms Welsh—I mean, Lou," Joe quickly corrected himself with a childish grin, "you can just tell her that she's got pretty eyes."

Lou almost chocked on her breath and her eyes quickly went wide as she looked at Joe, just in the time to see him wink at her. She felt the blush warm her cheeks, but she quickly cleared her throat, shaking her head.

"Anyway," Lou interrupted the weird silence that suddenly appeared between four of them, "who is next?" she asked as if she didn't already know. She was done with both Gini's and Joe's medical, leaving only one person to be checked-up.

Virgil nodded, getting up from his chair, making his way to the examination table. Lou felt her hands shaking as she washed them before she turned around to face him. He looked down at her – their height difference looking ridiculous for a second.

"How are you?" she asked with a smile. "How does it feel to be the captain of Oranje?"

Virgil nodded passive-aggressively, getting himself comfortable on the table. "Good, I guess. Glad to be back at Melwood."

"I've watched couple of matches. You were excellent," Lou pushed again.

"Thank you."

Lou finally nodded, feeling slightly disappointed, but still the lack of his response didn't make her heartbeat slow down If anything, it just started to beat faster the moment she reached out and touched his left leg. He winced slightly, and Lou wondered if her hands were too cold.

"Is there anything that has been bothering you?" she asked again, touching his ankle, somewhat firmer now. His skin felt warm under her fingers, sending the waves of heat throughout her body, but she needed to keep it professional. There was no way she would manage through the physio if she let her thoughts wander in the wrong direction.

Virgil opened his mouth to speak, but Gini beat him to it, "—a lack of girlfriend in his life."

Net to Gini, Joe burst into laughing fit, and Virgil twisted so that he was facing his teammates, muttering something in Dutch. The two guys stopped laughing, but kept their grins plastered across their faces.

"Are you single, Ms Welsh?" Joe asked, and Lou felt the heat rise to her cheeks yet again. "—I am sorry, I meant Lou. Are you single?" Gini groaned, hitting the tall lad on the shoulder. "I am sorry if the question is too personal."

"Yep," she answered, quickly. "And don't worry, it is not a secret."

"Well, there you go, Virg!" Gini prodded Joe in the ribs, "you can always ask her out on a date. What do you say, doc?"

Lou felt the sweat break through the surface of her skin – her brain turning into mush.

"I mean, yea—" the words almost tumbling down from her mouth, but she was interrupted by Virgil's groan.

"—No," he muttered, and Lou quickly shut her mouth.

She shyly cleared her throat, trying to hide her blush as Virgil turned around, leaning back so that he was resting on his elbows. He looked at her apologetically at her, and she tried to give him a fake smile, but failed. Nodding to herself, she motioned for him to lift his lower body so she can proceed with the check-up.

"Have you pulled a muscle while in Russia or forced yourself?" she asked again, trying to ignore the fire in the stomach and some other parts of her, as she touched a bit further up his leg. Virgil nodded calmly, but narrowed his eyes a little when he heard the two guys behind him snicker. Lou nodded yet again, looking away from his face and down to where her hand was examining his muscle. "I will talk with Robbie and the others about this. We might give you a set of physio so you are in the best shape before flying out for the pre-season. It'll maybe be few sessions with me or Paul, but it's nothing to be worried about. I just feel a bit of tension."

Lou stepped away, moving her hand in 'you're ready to go motion', and he nodded before standing up. Once again, the height difference between two of them seemed to be more ridiculous than it actually was – at least to Lou.

"Thank you, Lou," Virgil finally spoke without her asking him something, and she felt her cheeks grow warmer again. He turned around to leave, followed by his other two teammates as Lou watched them.

Maybe it was the butterflies in her stomach, and his warm smile or maybe it was just the poor choice of her breakfast that finally kicked in into her system, but Lou couldn't stop herself from speaking again. "About that date…" she trailed off, making all three of them stop and look at her. "I wouldn't mind at all. We could get a coffee if you want."

Gini and Joe smirked, and Lou wanted to bite her tongue off as soon as the silence settled over them. Virgil looked at her – his hand going towards his chest and he scratched himself awkwardly.

"I don't know…" he trailed off, and both, Gini and Joe gasped almost immediately.

Lou looked down at her shoes and back up before cracking a smile. She turned around, walking towards the sink and quickly placed her hands under the tap. "Yeah," she kept the fake grin on her face, "I just wanted to see your reaction. It was a joke, anyway."

The guys laughed a little as well, and Lou looked away, setting her lips into a straight line. She didn't look away from what she was doing as the guys left, but she heard a slight commotion outside the doors. Lou let the water run for few more seconds before hitting the tap close, and wiping her hands off with a towel.

She had no words for her own stupidity, and she always had a problem of speaking before thinking it through. She should have kept her mouth shut, because her own intuition proved more than once that it could be wrong.

She had to forget her silly crush on Virgil.

And anyway, it was probably against the work policy.

Lou sighed, sitting down on the chair where Robbie sat previously. Putting her notebook on her knees, she scribbled few more notes before looking in front of her at nothing in particular. Closing her eyes, Lou leaned her head against her knees and over the notebook, groaning silently, and she didn't look up when she heard the doors open.

"If you need a check-up, you have to wait for Robbie or go to Paul's office," she muttered, ignoring the fact that she probably sounded way too unprofessional, but she had no desire to deal with anyone. "I am having break."

"Uh, I just had a check-up."

Lou raised her head, a bit too quickly – the tiny dots appearing in her vision. She quickly got up, straightening her polo shirt and clearing her throat.

"I am sorry about that," she spoke, putting the notebook on the desk. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Virgil looked briefly behind his back, and Lou noticed Gini and Joe standing in the corridor. She smiled at them, but Virgil shook his head a little before closing the doors shut.

"Yes, actually—" he muttered, and Lou curiously looked at him. "About that coffee—"

"—I hope you don't mind my joke," Lou said through a laugh. It was so fake – it hurt her ears.

"No, wait," he interrupted, "I mean, I wouldn't mind grabbing a cup of coffee sometimes or lunch."

Lou was at the loss of words.

"You wouldn't?" she meekly asked after few seconds of complete silence.

"Would you like to grab something to eat—not today, but maybe on Friday evening?"

"S-s-sure," Lou dumbly stuttered, looking at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

Virgil smiled brightly at her, nodding before turning around, and opening the doors slightly. "Great, I will get us a reservation," he added, turning his head so that he was facing her. He then quickly exited the medical room, and Lou felt like her knees were about to give up underneath her. She gripped the side of the table, biting her tongue to restrain herself from screaming. Suddenly, the doors opened again, and Lou quickly moved away from the desk once she, yet again, came eye to eye with Virgil. "Oh, I almost forgot…" he trailed off with a grin.

"Huh?"

"It's a date."

[khezhaje]

LFC!

NAME: Khezhaje CLASS:  Rogue AGE: 32 BIRTHDAY: May 8th RACE: Darkspear Troll GENDER: Female SEXUALITY: Bisexual disaster MARITAL STATUS: Single RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

HAIR: Teal EYES: Amber HEIGHT: 7’3” BUILD: Lean corded muscle COMMON ACCESSORIES: Lotsa jewelry. At least two daggers. Locking picking kit. Raptor skull mask

PERSONAL

PROFESSION: Repossession of personal belongings.

INCOME SOURCE: Grinning homicide

HOBBIES: paying irreverent homage to her Loa. Sleight of hand tricks. Flirting. Flirting with death. Fishing

LANGUAGES: Zandali, Orcish, Thalassian

RESIDENCE: No permanent one at the moment. Tends to frequent taverns and bars wherever her work takes her

RELIGION: She is Bwonsamdi’s; heart and soul. With a bit of a side thing for Jani. But Bone Daddy will always be her main man

FEARS: A life un-lived.

TRAITS

extroverted / introverted / in between disorganized / organized / in between close-minded / open-minded / in between calm / anxious / in between reckless / cautious / in between patient / impatient / in between outspoken / reserved / in between disagreeable / agreeable / in between empathetic / unemphatic / in between faithful / unfaithful / in between optimistic / pessimistic / in between traditional / modern / in between hard-working / lazy / in between ———–   SMOKING: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

WHAT I’M LOOKING FOR

Long/short term/oneshots!

Romance, adventure, enemies, friends

Pretty much anything!

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you're the sweetest thing (I ever did see)

Pairing: Darwin Núñez x fem!reader Words: 1764 Warnings: flirting, kissing, making out A/N: This started as @kostasstsimikass and I exchanging fic ideas based on the new kit photoshoot and it snowballed from there in my Google docs. Oops.

In which Darwin needs a little push to finally talk to the pretty stylist

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Following the photographer’s instructions was not just hard because of the language this time around. Darwin had to keep asking Luis to repeat them in Spanish and even that barely registered whenever he saw the swaying of her ponytail behind the photographer. 

“Are you even listening?” Luis asked him when he noticed Darwin looking away for the hundredth time in the span of a minute. 

“Hmm?” Darwin replied, tearing his eyes away from the pretty stylist currently knelt on the floor as she hemmed Harvey’s trousers. 

“Guess that’s a no,” the Colombian chuckled. 

“Sorry,” Darwin mumbled, feeling his cheeks heat up in shame at getting caught staring. Luis clapped him on the shoulder with a grin.

“No worries, mate. She’s cute, you should ask her out.” 

Darwin’s response died on his lips as the photographer called for their attention once more. 

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She couldn’t help but look over in the direction of the monitor or the set as the photographer gave his directions. The corners of her mouth tugged up involuntarily at the sound of laughter as butterflies flitted around in her stomach when she peeked past the photographer and saw Darwin’s body shake with laughter. 

“He’s single, you know,” a voice came from behind her, startling her so much she dropped the hanger she was fidgeting with. 

“Fucking hell, Trent..” she muttered, bending down to pick it back up, “You really gotta stop sneaking up on people,” she added with a glare. Trent just smirked and shrugged. 

“Just sayin’,” he replied. 

“Don’t know what you’re on about,” she mumbled, cheeks burning at the fact that she’d been caught checking out one of his teammates. The chuckle he gave her in reply only made her feel more embarrassed. 

“I’m gonna… go and do my job,” she managed to utter as she walked back to the rack holding all the outfits for today’s shoot, silently willing for the floor to open and swallow her whole. 

“We gotta get them together. How has she not seen the way he looks at her?” Andy commented as he came standing next to his teammate.  

“I know, they’ve been making eyes at each other since the summer,” Trent said as he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his coat. Both defenders were quiet for a moment as they watched the Liverpool striker and the stylist continue sneaking glances at one another.

“I have an idea that might just work,” Andy said, face lit up with mischief. Trent’s face broke out in a matching grin as Andy shared his plan in hushed tones.

“Do I even wanna know what youse two are up to?” Jordan asked as he walked past them, an eyebrow raised in suspicion. 

“Nothing to worry about Hendo,” Andy replied, sharing a look with Trent who nodded in agreement. The Liverpool captain sighed, shaking his head as he watched the two defenders walk away.  

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She was busy putting all the accessories used in the shoot back in their cases when she heard the unmistakable voice of Andy outside of the storage room. 

“Come on lad, your mother raised you better than that. She’s been doing the heavy lifting all day.��� 

Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion as she turned around, seeing Andy and Trent push Darwin forward with a box of the new kit in his arms before shutting the door behind him. 

“What-.. Robbo!” Darwin said as he stumbled. She was quick to grab hold of the box in an attempt to steady him, fingers brushing against his. A spark of something made her pull her hands back as if burnt, looking up at him as he dropped the box. She saw something like shock flash across his eyes and for a brief moment she wondered whether he had felt it too. He quickly broke eye contact, bending down to lift the box back up and placing it on the table to her right.

“Sorry. My friends are silly,” Darwin said, carefully forming his lips around the syllables. She couldn’t help but chuckle.

“It’s okay. Thank you for helping,” she replied. 

Darwin nodded and walked back to the door, his heart in his throat. He couldn’t deny the very obvious spark he’d felt when their hands had brushed. Had she felt it too? She must’ve, right? He shook his head, trying to make sense of the jumbled mess of thoughts and feelings, reaching for the doorknob and fully expecting the door to open. Darwin tried again, but to no avail; the door remained closed. It was then that a realisation dawned on him.

“Hijo de puta,” he muttered under his breath, banging on the door, “Robbo! Open please!” 

“Ah sorry mate! Lost the key, we’re trying to find it. Just sit tight and uh, maybe get to know each other,” Andy shouted back. Darwin gave the door one more angry hit with his fist, resting his forehead against it. He felt her hand on his shoulder, her touch unsure but wanting to offer some consolation. Darwin turned around and looked at her, watched her words die on her lips. He couldn’t stop looking at her lips, remembering the way they would tug up into a smile. Her tongue darted out to wet the bottom one and he could swear the ground underneath his feet shifted. 

“You-..” she started, clearing her throat, “you’ve got an eyelash-.. Here, let me.” Her touch was so gentle as she brushed a finger over his cheekbone, Darwin was afraid to move. He had to refrain himself from leaning into it.

“Make a wish,” she whispered, holding out her finger. Darwin couldn’t help the quirk of the corner of his mouth as he closed his eyes before blowing the eyelash off her finger. 

“What did you wish for?” she asked, looking up at him with a twinkle in her eyes. He chuckled and shook his head.

“If I say, the wish won’t come true, no?” His reply earned him a chuckle in return as she shrugged. The movement caused a strand of hair to fall onto her face. Before he knew what was happening, Darwin brushed it behind her ear, fingers lingering as they came to rest on her jaw.

“Muy linda,” he whispered, more to himself really. 

“Tú también,” she replied, voice soft and hushed. Darwin was pretty sure his heart skipped a beat at her reply. He hadn’t meant for the compliment to come out, let alone for her to hear it. But her replying in Spanish, in the language he longed to hear most days, just to be reminded of home, made his heart soar. She wrapped a tentative hand around his wrist, his hand still against her cheek. He could see her eyes darting back and forth between his eyes and his mouth and felt like he was being pulled closer towards her, like a bee would be pulled to the  prettiest of flowers. He saw her eyes flutter closed as their faces were mere inches apart, lips parting, and his breath caught in his throat. 

“Can-... May I?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper, his forehead resting against hers. Her eyes remained closed, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she nodded. Darwin gently lifted her face with the knuckle of his forefinger before brushing his lips against hers. The contact was only brief and faint, but it felt like someone had lit sparklers inside his soul. She made the tiniest whimpering noise when he pulled back, sending his heart into overdrive. Her fingers fisted the material of his jersey as she pulled herself closer to him, chasing his lips. It made Darwin stumble backwards every so slightly, now leaning against the door. Their lips found each other once more and an urgency seemed to take hold of her. The kiss was no longer chaste; it was a slow burning fire, an admission of a shared longing that preceded today. Darwin moved a hand from her face to around her waist, pulling her body flush against his. Her hips rolled against his and it nearly brought him to his knees as her perfume surrounded him, the mix of fruit and something so uniquely her instantly reminded him of summer. 

Darwin tentatively licked against the seam of her lips, a quiet moan escaping him at the sound she made when she parted her lips to let him in. Breaking the kiss, Darwin moved his hands down to the backs of her thighs, picking her up without any hesitation before spinning them around so her back now rested against the door. She sighed into the kiss when their mouths found each other again, her legs hooked around his hips. The kiss took on a slow urgency, the both of them needing to be closer still. Darwin couldn’t help but smile against her skin as his lips moved to her neck, hearing her gasp as he pressed a delicate kiss right below her jaw. 

“Darwin-...” she sighed, not finishing her thought but instead letting out the tiniest moan as he gently sucked on a spot behind her ear. The sound went straight to his groin.

“I’d love to discover all the noises you make, hermosa, but there are too many people outside,” he murmured, face still half-hidden against her neck. He heard how her breathing stuttered at his admission, couldn’t help the smirk at her gasp when his hands found their way under her jumper, just above the waistband of her jeans, as his fingers traced slow patterns across her skin. She directed his mouth back to hers, kissing him with a hunger that told him all he needed to know –that she felt the same way. 

Darwin was quick to realise someone was about to open the door when he heard the key in the lock. He carefully lowered her, but held her against him as he kissed her again. The sound of wolf whistles and hollering finally broke them apart. Darwin looked down at her, saw her bite her lips once more before she reached up to kiss his cheek.

“Come find me after the shoot,” she whispered in his ear before turning around to leave the closet. Darwin felt the corner of his mouth tug up in a smile as he watched her go. His teammates cajoled and teased him, but he didn’t care. Most of their words went straight over his head anyway, but he knew they were teasing him. At least now he had motivation to remain focussed on the photographer: the quicker the shoot went, the quicker he’d get to see her again. 

The end of season exhaustion combined with end of year teacher exhaustion turned writing this into a marathon, not a sprint. This fic would not have seen the light of day without @kostasstsimikass and @emilielfc -girls I love you more than I can put into words. Thank you for always feeding the brain rot

Please let me know what you think, whether it's just an assortment of emojis or a keyboard smash: I treasure both equally

Wrote this as part of a kisses challenge I’m taking part in this year. Feel free to send in a request or suggestions!

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want you to be the last one I ever love

Player: Darwin Núñez Words: 1011 Warnings: Mentions of insecurities, online trolling, age gap Request: Comforting when you're upset - Maybe you had a terrible day at work, or you didn’t get the promotion you wanted, and he’s there to assure you that you’re doing so good (brings you for an evening walk)!! Or ya know… you getting hate anons who think you’re too old for him and he’s like wtf you’re perfect for me A/N: by now you should know I'm a petty bitch 🤷‍♀️

title from First Aid Kit's The Last One

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He could tell something was wrong the moment he walked into the living room. Something about the atmosphere just felt… off. Darwin couldn’t quite put his finger on it at first until he noticed her wiping her nose on her sleeve and the red blotches on her face she tried to hide behind a smile that never reached her eyes as she quickly retreated into the kitchen. Darwin frowned and followed her, wrapping his arms around her as she stood at the kitchen counter waiting for the kettle to boil. He rested his chin on her head, giving her a gentle kiss on her hair and just held her as silent sobs wrecked through her. He knew that she would tell him what was bothering her when she was ready, and that it was enough to just be there for now. 

It was silly, logically she knew it was silly. In all honesty she wasn’t even sure why she had looked in the first place. She was usually not one for reading these types of things; knew that they were nothing more than the opinions of people with truly nothing better to do. And yet when she had received multiple notifications that people had tagged her under Darwin’s most recent Instagram post for her 29th birthday, her curiosity had gotten the better of her. In hindsight she wished it had stayed with being curious —the saying curiosity killed the cat made a whole lot more sense now. 

I don’t know what he sees in her

She’s so old ew 🤢

Couldn’t she find someone her own age?🙄

Tell me you’re immature without telling me you’re immature 😒

At first she had tried to ignore it, brush it off, but the longer the day went on, the more those comments started to eat at her. What if they were right? she thought as worry and doubt settled heavy in her chest. She put her phone away, but no matter what she did the rest of the afternoon, the voices in her head still whispered their venom as they echoed the comments. It broke her resolve little by little and once the floodgates opened, there was no going back. Hot tears rolled over her cheeks and she tried to suppress the sobs that wrecked through her chest. She wiped the tears away when she heard the key in the door but as soon as she saw him, she knew there was no point in hiding her feelings from him: Darwin knew her like the back of his hand and the look on his face told her he could tell something was wrong. She found comfort in the way his body pressed against hers as she made them tea. Darwin didn’t say a word, just allowed her to feel her emotions and followed her back out to the living room where he joined her on the couch.

“What’s wrong, amor?” he asked gently, a hand on her knee as they sat facing each other. 

“I’m sure it’s nothing, I’m just making mountains out of molehills. Just tired I guess.. You know me, I’m always more emotional when I’m tired..” she mumbled with a shrug.

“Don’t do that, amor; don’t minimise. You’re upset, why? What happened?” 

She took a deep breath, wrapping her hands around her mug in an attempt to find comfort there. There was no reason to lie to him, make something up about work. One look at his phone would tell him exactly why she was upset. Besides, how did that saying go? Pain shared is pain divided? Perhaps there was some truth to that. Perhaps by talking about it, it would lessen the heaviness in her chest.

Closing her eyes, she let the words tumble out. Darwin never interrupted her, didn’t even make noise in agreement or disagreement; he just listened. 

“And while I know, rationally speaking, that it’s not true –that it’s all negative comments by trolls who have nothing positive to contribute to society, it did plant a tiny seed of doubt: what if they’re right?” she concluded, finally meeting his eyes. Darwin placed his now empty mug on the coffee table and moved both of them in such a way she was now sitting in his lap.

“I know there’s not much I can say that will fix this because I can’t; I can’t fix it, but I need you to know this: yes our age gap is six years and if you want to get technical, five and a half –and I couldn’t care less about any of it. I love you, amor, I love you so much it feels my heart could burst sometimes. You’re the person I picture when I think about what life could be when I’m old and grey. I see you when I imagine having children. You are the only person I want to grow old with, have a family with. For me there’s no one else but you,” he murmured, voice soft. Fresh tears filled her eyes as he replaced every doubt with nothing but love and adoration. 

“I love you too, sometimes so much it scares me a little at times. But I know that I see you when I think about our future,” she admitted, resting her head against his chest as he hugged her. Darwin pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“That’s all that matters, amor. I’m going to look into restricting the comments, and I’ll phone the club’s PR department to draft a statement addressing this.”

She wanted to protest that it wasn’t necessary, but one look at his face told her that maybe it was. It wasn’t about the fact the people had left mean comments, it was about them having crossed a boundary. She nodded and sighed deeply as the last stone of worry was lifted off her chest as he hugged her to his’, pressing gentle kisses against her head and whispering sweet nothings into her hair. No matter what would happen, she’d always have Darwin –and he’d have her.

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what if I love you?

Player: Jordan henderson Words: 870 Warnings: Fluff Request: Receiving flowers - Maybe one where the Reader is a younger physio who doesn't think he notices her until he sends her flowers on Valentine's day? A/N: Asndsd i love this idea so much??? hope I did it justice!

title from Gatlin's What If I Love You?

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Seeing the vase on top of her desk made her stop in her tracks. She quickly looked around to see if the person who left them was still around, but the corridor leading to her office was empty. Dropping her keys and tablet onto her desk, she took in the bouquet. The majority of the flowers were in similar shades of pink, very close to her favourite hue, mixed with a few white and cream ones. She ran a finger over the petals of one of the peonies and felt her lips tug up in a smile. Turning the vase around she looked for a card, finding it tucked away between two roses.

“Someone’s got a secret admirer,” a voice came from the open door. She felt her cheeks heat up as her best friend and colleague Jess stood in the doorway.

“I’m sure it’s just someone being nice, I did just get my Masters in Sports Medicine,” she replied, not fully believing her own explanation. Jess hummed in a way as if to say yeah, sure. Even though they’d only been working together for six months, she and Jess had hit it off from the moment she became part of the medical staff at Liverpool. 

“I doubt Klopp would send you pink flowers to congratulate you, babe. What does the card say?” She had to admit Jess had a point there. Although the Liverpool manager sometimes acted like a dad for everyone he employed, she too doubted he’d send her this type of bouquet. She slid the envelope open and pulled out the thick cardstock. 

Happy Valentine’s Day! I didn’t know how to tell you in person without losing my nerve, but I’ve had a crush on you from the moment we met that day in the foyer of the AXA. Been trying to ask you out for months, but instead I’d end up making up some vague injury that needed looking at because the moment you look at me, I’m gone. So here goes: Can I take you out for dinner? Tonight maybe?

xJ

She read the card and then re-read it a second and third time, just to make sure it actually said what it said. She felt her cheeks heat up at the memory of the first time she met him. She had just joined the club and was still trying to find her way around the training grounds. Her arms had been full with supplies for the treatment room and she didn’t notice she still had one more step to go coming down the stairs. “Careful!” someone had said, as she collided against him with a tiny shriek. The boxes had fallen, but luckily he had caught her. 

“S-so sorry!” she had tried to apologise, momentarily forgetting what else she was going to say when she looked in those bright blue eyes. Jordan had chuckled, making sure she was okay as his hands lingered a little longer than perhaps necessary on her waist. When his fingers brushed against hers as he handed her the fallen boxes, she could’ve sworn she felt a spark of something pass between them. And this remained in the weeks and months that followed. They’d steal glances at one another when they thought the other wasn’t looking, hands would linger a little longer than needed when hugging or when she treated his injuries. She thought it had all been in her head, but now to see it written quite literally in black and white, it took her a while to let it sink in that all this time he had felt the same way. 

“You okay?” Jess asked, pulling her from her thoughts. She blinked, trying to clear the fog of memories.

“Y-yeah. Sorry, I have to go,” she mumbled and left her office, still clutching the note to her chest. She made her way down the corridor and saw the team was wrapping up training. Pulling on her puffer coat, she walked outside. Nervous butterflies settled in the hollow of her chest as she spotted the Liverpool captain. She swallowed hard and kept walking until she was almost in front of him.

“Hey,” she said, fidgeting with the note.

“Hey,” Jordan echoed, cheeks flushed. She wondered whether that was just because of the cold. 

“I-.. Thank you. F-for the flowers I mean. How did you know peonies are my favourite?” Jordan shrugged. “I might’ve overheard you mention it to Jess once,” he said quietly, not quite meeting her eyes now. She was quiet for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. She had not thought this through when she left her office. 

“Also found your note,” she all but whispered, looking down at her hands that were fidgeting with the folded piece of cardstock. 

“You did?” She nodded, meeting his eyes.  He looked at her, eyes full of hope.

“To answer your question, yes. Yes, I’d like that very much.” The smile that tugged at his lips squeezed her heart. He brushed his lips against her cheek, making her stomach fill with butterflies. 

“Pick you up at 7?” he asked. She nodded, skin burning where his lips had touched.

“Great,” Jordan said, grinning now, “It’s a date.” 

She couldn’t wait. 

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I melt away slowly

Player: Trent Alexander-Arnold Words: 555 Warnings: None, fluff Request: Watching Christmas films @mf0xxx (just saw you deactivated your blog, hope this somehow still reaches you), hope you like it! Merry Christmas!

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The snow had been coming down thick and fast ever since dinner last night. Trent’s phone had been buzzing pretty much non-stop until Klopp had made the executive decision to cancel training for the next day at least. While she was sad for her boyfriend that he couldn’t do the thing he loved most, she loved having him home. They had spent the whole morning cuddling in bed, only leaving the comfort of the blankets to get breakfast and a refill of their tea. By the time the clock struck half past 11, Trent was asleep again. She untangled herself from the bed and his arms, and took a quick shower before getting dressed in a pair of Christmas leggings and one of his old hoodies. She brought the empty mugs and bowls down to the kitchen and loaded them in the dishwasher before getting started on lunch. 

“Hey,” he murmured in her ear as he wrapped his arms around her. She smiled, giving his wrist a squeeze as she kept stirring the soup. She put the wooden spoon down and turned around in his arms.

“Had a good lie in?” she asked him. Trent smiled that slow smile that always gave her butterflies and nodded. 

“Needed that apparently.” She hummed in agreement, turning the stove down when the lid of the pot began to clatter. 

“Wanna watch Christmas films after lunch?” he asked after a while. The soup had finished reheating and Trent had made cheese toasties to go with it. She nodded as she took a bite of her toastie. She loved having any excuse to cuddle on the couch with him, something that had become a rare occurrence these last couple of months with his gruelling schedule. 

“Any suggestions?” he asked, dipping his toastie in the soup.

“Depends, do you want classic or Hallmark-level cheese?” 

“I’m not drunk enough for Hallmark-levels of cheese,” Trent said with a grin, making her chuckle. 

“Fair enough. I heard good things about Arthur Christmas. The Holiday is my favourite. Home Alone is a classic, but I prefer the first one over the others,” she said with a shrug. 

“Start with Home Alone and take it from there?” Trent suggested. She nodded in agreement.

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Although it had been grey outside all day because of the snow, it had gotten significantly darker. Trent had turned on the Christmas tree lights while she had quickly made them hot chocolates.

“Okay, up for one more?” he asked as she sat back down next to him. He immediately pulled her back against his chest as they sat cuddled on the chaise of their L-shaped couch. 

“Only if it’s The Holiday,” she said, taking a careful sip of her drink. Trent chuckled but navigated to the film. She cuddled even more into him, pulling the plaid throw back over her legs as they watched the opening scenes. Trent rested his arm around her waist.

“Ugh, am such a sucker for Jude Law,” she muttered, making him chuckle.

“Should I be worried?” Although she couldn’t see his face, she could hear the teasing in his voice. 

“Never, although I might ask you to do your best Mr. Napkin Head though.” Trent laughed, pressing a kiss to her hair. 

“Mm, for you I’d do anything, love,” he murmured, setting off butterflies in her stomach.

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my mind finds peace (in the shade of you)

Player: Kostas Tsimikas Words: 879 Warnings: Fluff Request: Falling asleep on them - Reader has cramps? A/N: I tweaked this slightly, hope that's okay! I couldn't figure out a way to include the prompt in your request

title's from Mumford & Sons' Rose Of Sharon

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She gratefully accepted the take away cup of coffee her colleague Freya handed her. 

“Thanks,” she mumbled, stifling a yawn. 

“You look like you need it. Did you get any sleep last night?”

“Maybe three hours?” she replied before taking a sip and nearly burning her tongue. 

“Lucky you, it must be nice to have a professional athlete as a boyfriend,” Freya joked. The slight dig at her relationship with one of the players made her laugh as she shook her head. 

“Babe, I wish it was because of him, but those videos don’t edit themselves.” 

“Fair enough,” Freya said with a grin. Both women gathered their bags and joined the rest of the team in boarding the bus to the airport. 

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Her stomach growled loudly in protest and the muscles in her neck were starting to ache from hunching over her laptop. The final edit of the inside training video was almost done and then she had a handful of graphics still to approve for social media. 

“I missed you at breakfast this morning,” someone to her left said. Straightening back up, she looked at the beautiful face of her boyfriend, concern etched between his brows. 

“I overslept,” she admitted, a pang of guilt in her chest at his concern knowing she could’ve easily texted him, “was up until 4 to edit the alternative commentary video and then got started on the training footage.” 

“Figured as much,” he said with a warm smile and placed two muffins wrapped in cling film on the keyboard of her laptop. “This is all I could smuggle on board, but they’re healthy-ish. One has fruit,” he added sheepishly as he sat down next to her. She chuckled, and unwrapped the blueberry muffin, taking a big bite. 

“Mmm, ‘s a good muffin,” she commented with her mouth still full and offered him a bite. Kostas grinned, and, never one to say no to baked goods, broke off a bite. 

“Thank you Kos,” she murmured, giving him a quick kiss before returning to her work. Kostas just hummed and busied himself on his iPad. 

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She had finished editing the video, but the lack of sleep was catching up with her. Just ten minutes, she told herself as she saved her work and made sure she had backed everything up to the external hard drive. Sighing as her muscles relaxed when she leant back in her seat, she allowed her eyes to close. 

Kostas saw her head loll forward, body slumping towards him. The angle had to be uncomfortable, but she was dead asleep. He smiled, moving the armrest up so he could move a tiny bit closer. She stirred in her sleep, but Kostas was quick to rest a hand on her knee, soothing her by rubbing small circles against her thigh with his thumb. Her full body weight now rested against his side, her head on his shoulder. She let out a content little sigh, snuggling further into him. Kostas pressed a brief kiss to her hair, before turning his focus back on his iPad, lips still tugged up in a smile. She had been working so hard lately, stepping up to take on more responsibilities when one of her colleagues fell ill, and he had hardly seen her not glued to a screen. Kostas had missed falling asleep with her hogging the duvet. 

 

“You need to wake up, latria mou,” he spoke softly as he gently nudged her. She groaned in response, still asleep. Calling her name he nudged a little harder. 

“What time is it?” she mumbled before stretching her arms above her head. 

“Almost 11, we’re expecting to land in about 30 minutes.” 

Her eyes snapped open at that. 

“I’ve been asleep for two hours?” Kostas nodded. 

“Oh god, I’m going to be even more behind now…” she started panicking as she moved to start her laptop back up. Kostas laid a hand on her forearm, making her look up at him. 

“Sweetheart, everyone will understand that you needed sleep more. You can’t keep running on empty,” he said. Her shoulders slumped as she closed her laptop again. Taking a deep breath, she relaxed back into the seat. He could see the gears turning in her head, trying to work out what needed to be prioritised. Kostas had learnt over time that she sometimes needed a nudge to slow down, to come up for air before diving back down. 

“You’re right. Ellie has been asking to be more involved with the editing side of things, maybe I can ask her to help out while I help Hannah with the pre-match Instagram content,” she started thinking out loud, rattling off who she could delegate a task to and what needed to be prioritised. 

“Sounds like you’re handling it,” Kostas mused, smiling lovingly. She smiled back and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks Kos.” Kostas just hummed, pulling her closer. They were quiet for a while, and Kostas almost thought she’d fallen back asleep until he felt her move in his arms to look up at him.

“Can I stay in your room tonight? I miss cuddling and I always sleep better with you next to me,” she asked shyly. 

“Always, latria mou,” Kostas all but whispered, kissing her lovingly. 

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let it snowman

Player: Kostas Tsimikas Words: 1152 Warnings: None, fluff Request: making snowmen For @lfc21, merry Christmas babe! I hope you like it <3

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She had just put the capsule in the Nespresso machine when she heard someone storming down the stairs. She hid a yawn behind her hand and turned around to see her boyfriend pulling on his shoes somehow while still walking.

“It’s still dark out, why are you fully dressed?” she mumbled.

“Didn’t you see?” Kostas asked excitedly, pointing at the windows in the living room. She followed his finger and was about to ask him what he was on about when she noticed the grass was no longer green. The entire garden had been blanketed in white during the night. She stifled another yawn and shook her head.

“No, I hadn’t noticed yet. Doesn’t answer why you’re fully dressed tho,” she said, picking up her mug. She blew on it, before taking a careful sip of her coffee. 

“Because I’m gonna build a snowman,” Kostas replied, pulling his bobble hat over his ears. The duh was very much implied. 

“Kos, it’s half past seven in the morning. The sun isn’t even up yet,” she said, leaning against the kitchen counter, “let’s eat first okay?” 

Kostas heaved a sigh so dramatic it put many three-year-olds to shame, but toed off his shoes and pulled the beanie off his head. She shook her head and tried to keep her lips from curling up in a smile. As Kostas put his shoes and winter gear back in the hallway, she took a pot down from the shelf and got started on making them both porridge. 

“Do you have work today?” Kostas asked as he came to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her. The Nespresso machine was spluttering away to make another coffee for him. 

“I’ll have to check, but if it snowed as much as I think it did, I doubt it,” she replied as she stirred. “How cross will the club’s nutritionist be if I add some of these?” she asked, holding up the jar of chocolate chips.

Kostas chuckled. “I won’t tell her if you won’t.” She quickly added more than a healthy amount of chocolate chips to the porridge and watched them melt. Kostas handed her two bowls and carried her coffee to their breakfast nook. She turned the hob off and joined him at the table. She quickly checked her phone between two mouthfuls of breakfast to see that her office had shut down due to the weather. 

“Looks like you’ll have a helping hand in building a snowman today,” she commented as she put her phone down. Kostas silently cheered before taking a sip of his own coffee. 

While she got dressed, Kostas cleared down and loaded the bowls and pot into the dishwasher. By the time she got downstairs, Kostas was already waiting by the door. She chuckled and wrapped a thick woolly scarf around herself. 

“Do you wanna build a snowman?” Kostas sang as he helped her in her coat, making her laugh. She dug a pair of mittens out of the basket with winter stuff and pushed him out the door. A shiver ran through them both when the wind blew in their faces. 

“Come on!” Kostas called, making his way to the end of their driveway. She noticed they weren’t the only ones outside. A handful of the neighbourhood children were already working on building snowmen in their own gardens. She waved at one of their elderly neighbours stood in the window before shifting focus to Kostas. She laughed as she saw him try and roll a snowball over the ground to pick up more snow. 

“Babe, have you ever built a snowman before?” she asked as she walked over to him. 

“Once,” Kostas confessed with a chuckle. She shook her head and took over, showing him it was easier to build up first before rolling to get more snow. 

How it happened, she wasn’t sure, but they had somehow ended up with a group of children in their front garden. She and Kostas had abandoned their own snowman to help the children build theirs. 

“Do you have carrots? Dad says we don’t have any,” one of the little boys asked her. 

“I don’t think we do. I also don’t think we have enough scarves for all these snowpeople,” she said. Kostas looked up at them, eyes twinkling. 

“No, but I do have something else. George, how many snowpeople are there?”

“Uhm,” the boy said before counting them, “six I think.” 

“Perfect,” Kostas said as he made his way to the door with the promise to be right back. She had no idea what her boyfriend was up to and told the children as much. It didn’t take long for Kostas to return with an arm full of clothes. 

“I remembered I have a closet full of jerseys,” he explained as he started handing them out. With a little help, all six snowpeople got dressed in various Liverpool shirts. She had even managed to dig up a baseball cap for one of them per request of one of the girls who lived across the street. By the time they were finished, the sun had started to peak over the rooftops, throwing long shadows on the snow covered ground. Kostas wrapped an arm around her as they admired the snowpeople. 

“A snowy five-a-side team complete with a manager,” he said. 

“You should send a photo to the lads, I’m sure Jordan and Milly will be thrilled they’ve been replicated in snow,” she added with a chuckle. Kostas laughed softly but dug his phone out of his pocket. As he put his gloves back on, one of the parents came outside with a tray of mugs. She could see the steam rising off them. 

“Who wants tea?” he called. She recognised him as one of George’s dads and gladly accepted one of the mugs. 

“Thank you for keeping an eye on them. George was so excited when he saw it had snowed. Daniel barely managed to get breakfast in him,” Martin said. 

“I know the feeling,” she said with a chuckle, nodding at Kostas, who in turn stuck his tongue out at her. 

“Dad! Look! We made a snow-Hendo!” George beamed at his dad. 

“I see, darling! Looks good! Did you say thank you to Kostas?” George nodded and handed the empty mug back to his dad. 

“Alright, your far is waiting for you. He made some food for grandma and grandpa,” Martin said and planted a kiss on the boy’s woolly hat. George waved goodbye and ran back to his house. She returned the now empty mug to Martin, thanking him for the tea. 

“What else is on your snow day to do list?” she asked him when Kostas pulled her in for a kiss. 

“Snuggle up under loads of blankets and watch Christmas films,” he replied, rubbing his nose against hers. 

“Mm, I like the sound of that,” she murmured, kissing him once more.

10 gold stars for anyone picking up on the easter eggs in this one 🌟

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decorating the house

Player: Kostas Tsimikas Words: 982  Requested: - Warnings: None, fluff, suggestive ending A/N: I wrote this one towards the end of last month, but didn't get around to posting it until now. The idea was kind of inspired by @footballerimaginess blurb on Kos decorating the house

Please let me know what you think! 🧡

Autumn masterlist

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“Hey babe?” came Kostas’ voice from the corridor as he walked into her home office. 

“Mm?” she responded, still focussed on making sense of the numbers on her screen. 

“Oh, you’re working,” he observed when he laid eyes on her.

“Gimme a minute..” she said, mumbling something under her breath about men named Greg and their inability to organise. Kostas smiled as he watched her work. She sighed and rolled her shoulders, pushing her blue light glasses up into her hair as she spun around.

“Okay, you had a question?” 

“Yeah, where do we keep the Halloween stuff? I tried the garage but it’s not there,” Kostas said.

“It’s up in the loft with the Christmas decorations. Why?”

“Oh, just thought I could decorate while you worked. The lads made it into a competition to see who could decorate the best. I have a feeling some of them will cheat by asking their partners to do it and then taking the credit,” Kostas explained, a child-like glint in his eyes. 

“Sounds like fun. What’s the prize?” 

“Pep said he’d get the winner a bottle of wine. Second and third both get Halloween sweets.” 

“So everyone’s a winner?” Kostas shrugged. “All right, well I’d say do your best– or worst since it’s Halloween,” she continued. She wondered if she should be concerned about the grin that broke on her boyfriend’s face when she gave him free rein like that, but decided it would probably be fine. What was the worst that could happen?

Kostas hadn’t been lying when he said he wanted to decorate. When she emerged from her office three hours later to get coffee, he had already decorated the staircase and hallway. She stopped in her tracks to take it all in. He’d strung cobwebs through the balusters of the staircase, adorning them with tiny black plastic spiders. The wall of the entryway was decorated with paper bats. She had a feeling he’d spent a good amount of time making those because she’d never seen them before. Her pumpkin-shaped glass jar had been filled with battery operated fairy lights, and placed on the entryway table. It looked really good, she had to admit.

As she moved into the living room, she stopped again. Their dining room table was covered in decorations and art supplies. Kostas was focussed on something that involved a glue gun and some candles. She dug her phone out of her back pocket and snapped a quick photo of him. Placing her mug down on the kitchen island, she moved to stand behind him.

“How’s it going?” she asked softly as to not startle him.

“So far so good. Did you see the staircase? And the wall?” Kostas said, looking up from his work. Now that she was closer, she saw he was using old crayons to add a drip-effect to some of the left over candles from last year. 

“Mmhmm. Where did the bats come from? I don’t remember them from last year?” 

He looked at her with a grin.

“That’s because I made them. Found a tutorial on Pinterest, it was easy enough to follow. I made too many so I used some for the wall behind the TV as well,” he said, pointing towards the fireplace. She followed with her eyes, taking in the paper bats and the cobwebs draped over the mantle. He’d put her skull candle holders down already and the two fake dog skeletons.

“And I saw someone use these things to make dripping candles,” he continued, holding up the crayons.

“Is that what the glue gun is for?” she asked, picking strings of fake cobwebs out of his hair. 

“Uhu, you put the thing in there,” he said, loading another crayon into the opening where the glue stick would normally go, “and then the heat will melt the wax. It’s easier than the blow dryer.” He nodded to her discarded blow dryer as if to prove his point. 

She smiled, watching him move the glue gun around the pillar candle until it looked like blood was dripping down it. Pressing a kiss to the crown of his head, she moved back to the kitchen to make herself another coffee. While the Nespresso machine spluttered away, she rested against the counter. 

“I think you might win this Kos,” she said as she took another look at what he had done so far.

“Really?” 

She nodded in reply and retrieved her mug. Taking a sip, she sat down opposite him at the table. 

“Can you film me making these candles so Pep knows I did it?” 

She smiled at how eager he was to get this right but got her phone out and started filming him crafting away. Turning around, she zoomed in on the fireplace.

“Just so you know Pep, Kos is in charge of decorating from now on. Couldn’t have done it better myself,” she said before turning back around. Kostas laughed and finished his final candle. He unplugged the glue gun, and gathered the candles. She kept filming him as he placed them down on the mantle. 

“Babe, if football somehow doesn’t work out for you, you have a future in interior design,” she commented as she put her phone down. Kostas beamed at her from across the room, admiring his own work. She walked over to him, wrapping her arms around him. 

“My beautiful Kos, a man of many talents..” she murmured and kissed him briefly. Kostas tightened his arms around her, chasing her lips when she pulled back. 

“Mm, follow me upstairs and I’ll demonstrate something else I’m really good at,” he pretty much purred in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. 

“Gotta clean up first babe, you made a mess.” 

“Give me five minutes and I’ll show you just how much of a mess I can make,” he replied, moving his lips down to her neck. 

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Paper bats The mantel

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happy golden days of yore

Player: Darwin Núñez Words: 740  Warnings: None, only fluff Request: Decorating the tree You didn't give any suggestions, so I hope you like it anon! Merry Christmas!

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This would be their first Christmas in England and Darwin had wanted it to be special. If there was anything he knew about this country before moving over here, it was that this was the country of Christmas, with a real chance of snow and lights strung across Oxford Circus, and the setting of so many Christmas stories. With all of this in mind, Darwin had suggested they each pick out five baubles that reminded them of each other to hang in the tree, hoping that they could continue adding to it each year and maybe one day include their children in this little tradition. Her face had lit up when he had suggested it, her excitement contagious, and a kiss sealed the deal. 

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“Okay, so who’s gonna go first?” she asked, hugging the gift box with her baubles for him to her chest. Darwin sat down next to her, placing his own box on the coffee table.

“How about we swap and open at the same time?” he suggested. She nodded and handed him the box.

“Okay. 3.. 2.. 1..” Darwin counted them down and they both lifted the lids on the boxes. She took a moment to take them all in. She spotted a glass greenhouse and a marbled one in her favourite colours. He’d even managed to find a miniature bottle of prosecco and a pair of skates which reminded her of their very first date where they had gone ice skating. It had been weird to go ice skating in Spain, but he had been so excited to try. Both of them had been terrible, and she could still remember the way her stomach hurt afterwards just from how much she’d laughed that night at both their clumsiness. When she spotted the rose gold beehive in reference to one of his nicknames for her, she felt that prickle in her nose as tears started to well up.

“Oh Darwin..” she said, swallowing around the lump in her throat.

“You like them?” His eyes were searching hers, making sure he had done a good job. Her kind-hearted Darwin, always making sure he had done well. It made her heart swell. 

“I love them, thank you,” she said, leaning in to give him a kiss. Darwin smiled into their kiss, resting a hand on her cheek. 

“What about yours? Do you like them?” she asked him after they broke the kiss. Darwin nodded, a big dopey smile on his face.

“Especially the Liverpool shirt and the flag one. Where did you even find a Uruguayan flag?” 

“There’s someone on Etsy who makes felt ornaments. I asked them if they could make this one,” she explained, running a finger over the glittery sun. 

“I love it, thank you amor,” Darwin murmured, taking in the collection of ornaments. Besides the obvious more football related ones, she’d found a fish ornament, a teapot (only because she couldn’t find a mate one), and a croissant that reminded her of that weekend they spent in Marseille when he first joined Benfica. They had spent the majority of that time either in bed or sat out on the balcony overlooking the harbour while indulging in French pastries. Although it had been short, it had been wonderful to step out of the public scrutiny for a few days and to just spend time together. With both their schedules it had become a rare occasion and she made a mental note to add it to her New Year’s resolutions. 

“Wanna hang them in the tree, amor?” Darwin asked, pulling her back from her memories and thoughts. She nodded and got up from the couch, taking the box with her. They had set up the tree yesterday with lights and had saved hanging the rest of the decorations for today. They worked in relative silence, the only sound coming from the bluetooth speaker which was playing Christmas music. As she hung the final ornament, she took a step back. She felt Darwin wrap his arms around her waist as he rested his head on her shoulder. Laying her hand on top of his, she took in their work. They had used the majority of the set of gold baubles they had used previous years and sprinkled the new ones in between them. The tree no longer looked like it belonged in a magazine, but to her it had never looked more perfect than it did this year. 

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