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f1daydreamers · 8 months ago

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𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬 [𝐓𝐀𝟔𝟔] 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟓

gif credits: @trenty

Pairing: Trent Alexander-Arnold x Fem!Reader

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

A/N: guyssss!!!! ur support means the world, the sun, the moon, the solar system to me like everything!!! some of the comments u leave got me feeling like Y/N fr, big mwahs for u all! I made this part a little longer as an apology for making you wait for so long!

Warnings: more fluff, Trent slowly starting to open up methinks, angst, pressure, high-stress environment, very slow burn

Word Count: 3.1k words (11 mins reading avg)

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You were seated at your desk, carefully closing the backs of the picture frame. You smiled as you secured the last clip, the image now safely enclosed behind the glass. It was a small comfort, one you could look at during the demanding days.

Before you had the chance to prop it up on your new cabinet, Lee entered with a folder in hand. You left your frame face-down as you stood up, and rounded your desk to greet him.

"Saw your email. Everything okay?"

Lee gave you a quick, apologetic smile as he handed you the folder. "Yeah. Won't be able to make the Man United game this weekend."

He handed you a folder emblazoned with the Man United logo, stuffed with the players' reports.

You raised an eyebrow, more concerned than curious. "That's unlike you. What's come up?"

He leaned against the edge of your desk, folding his arms. "Got to attend a family thing, non-negotiable. But that's not the only reason I'm here."

His tone shifted, more serious now. "I need you to step in and travel with the squad as the on-hand psychologist."

Your heart skipped a beat. "Me? But... I mean, I usually handle things from here. Are you sure?"

Lee nodded, his expression firm. "I wouldn't ask if I wasn't. You've been great with some of the boys so far, and they trust you. This game is going to be intense, and they'll need your support. Plus, it's good for them to have some consistency, especially with me out."

It all made sense, but the reality of it hit hard. You’d only been here for two months, barely building trust through a handful of sessions a week. Now, being thrown into the deep end at Old Trafford for an away game just felt like career suicide.

You bit your lip, the weight of the responsibility starting to settle in. The thought of traveling with the team, being there in the thick of it, was both exciting and daunting.

"I don't know, Lee. What if-" Your voice wavered, playing with the corners of the folder in your hand.

"You'll be fine," he interrupted, his tone reassuring. "You're more than capable. And look, I'll only be a phone call away if you need anything."

You hesitated for a moment, the nerves swirling in your stomach. But deep down, you knew this was a chance you couldn't pass up. Lee believed in you and it was inevitable at one point.

"Okay," you finally said, taking a deep breath. "Sure."

Lee's face broke into a wide grin. "Good. I'll let the gaffer know and I'll make sure everything's arranged for you."

You nodded, watching as he left. The thrill of the weekend was tempered by the gnawing anxiety that you weren't ready, that you were diving headfirst into something you couldn't fully control. Sure, some of the boys had warmed up to you but others were still keeping you at arm's length.

You scoffed to yourself, more like just the one. You were walking a fine line with him and the last thing you wanted was to make things worse. In the heat of the moment, a sentence, an expression, a word could tick someone off.

You couldn't continue your train of thoughts, the folder staring up at you, waiting to be opened. With a steadying breath, you took a seat at your desk again and finally opened it, beginning to read through the reports.

...

The squad and staff gathered at the training ground, the usual pre-match energy heightened by the knowledge that today’s destination was Old Trafford.

You stood off to the side, watching the players mill around as they waited for the coaches to arrive, the hum of conversation and laughter blending with the distant noise of fans outside the gates.

You were trying to keep your own nerves in check, running through mental notes on the players, when Curtis sauntered over, a relaxed smile on his face.

“Bit of a madhouse out there." He said, nodding toward the entrance where the sound of chanting fans was growing louder.

“Just a bit,” you replied with a smile, honestly grateful for the distraction.

He chuckled, giving you a once-over. “You look a little tense. First time heading into enemy territory got you rattled?”

You gave him a mock glare, though the truth behind his teasing made you sigh. “Maybe a little. It’s just.. a lot. Big game, and I’m still getting used to being around everyone, let alone on a match day.”

Curtis leaned against the wall beside you, his expression softening. “I get it. But you’ve been solid with us. We’re glad you’re here, even if some of us” - he raised an eyebrow - “aren’t great at showing it.”

You smirked, knowing exactly who he was referring to.

“Trent?”

He grinned. “Nah, Wataru." You nudged his shoulder with your hand, and Curtis pushed himself off of the wall. His attention was directed back to the team as Arne brought everyone together.

"You're gonna smash it, see you in Manny." He flashed you a smile before jogging back over.

You adjusted your backpack currently slung over your shoulder, glancing up but accidentally catching Trent's eye across the large entryway.

He was standing a little apart from the others, his posture relaxed but with an air of deliberate composure. His hands were casually tucked into his pockets, and his usual stoic expression was softened by a hint of curiosity.

His gaze lingered on you longer than usual, more intent and thoughtful.

You offered him a shy smile, unsure of what to expect in return. Almost immediately, his eyes darted away, his expression tightening as he turned his attention back to the team.

A tinge of disappointment settled in your chest, but you didn’t have time to linger on it as the coach pulled into the parking space out front.

“You’ve got this. You’ve got this,” you whispered to yourself, as if it were a mantra, following the backroom staff out of the training ground.

…

The first half had been tightly contested, with neither team managing to score, leaving the game deadlocked at 0-0.

The only real highlight was Trent’s free kick from just outside the box - a powerful shot that flew high, curling away from the goal before soaring over the bar. The away fans held their breath in anticipation, only to exhale in disappointment as the ball missed its mark.

From the sidelines, you watched as Trent’s frustration grew more evident, his usual composure giving way to visible agitation.

Each missed opportunity seemed to fuel his irritation, and it was clear his emotions were beginning to take over.

You sighed as the referee jogged over after a hard tackle. The yellow card was raised high, and Trent’s reaction was a sharp scoff as he walked away, shooting a disdainful side-eye at the player he had just fouled.

The rival fans seized the moment, erupting in cheers and taunts that grew louder and more fervent.

Old Trafford lit up as the referees became hyper-aware of Trent, ready to penalise any further outbursts. Arne’s nervousness was palpable, and the backroom staff were on their feet, counting down to the halfway mark.

Trent was no longer just reacting to the game; he was actively seeking confrontations with the Man United players. His tackles were sharper, his verbal exchanges more heated.

The tension was building to a breaking point, but the halftime whistle blew just in time, bringing a collective sigh of relief from every member of Liverpool’s staff, whether at the training ground or in the stadium.

As you left your seat to head down the tunnel, Trent’s shoulder brushed against yours, his head lowered and skin glistening with sweat.

You noticed Arne watching him closely, his face a mask of concentration and concern, fully aware of how vital Trent was to the team’s strategy - and how disastrous a second yellow card could be.

...

As the halftime break drew to a near close, the tension in the dressing room was palpable. The players sat on the benches, catching their breath and nursing the aches of the first half.

Arne stood at the front, his arms crossed as he delivered his instructions, his tone firm but calm. You could see the focus in their eyes, the determination to turn the game around in the second half.

Just as he'd finished his tactical breakdown, he turned to you, walking over.

"I want you to say a few words," he said, his voice low.

"About?" You asked quietly, unaware of the boys' wandering eyes glancing between the two of you.

"Keeping their heads in the game. Any insights that might help them stay focused and.. you know, ease off the aggression."

You swallowed, nodding. "Yeah, okay."

The players' attention turned to you as you moved to the centre of the room, a mix of curiosity and expectation in their gazes. It was almost comical - this was the first time many of them were hearing you speak in a professional setting.

You cleared your throat, giving a quick glance to the clock hung on the wall.

You took a deep breath and began. “I know we don’t have much time, so I’ll be brief. We need to ease off on the aggressiveness." Trent, who had been staring at the floor, lifted his head slightly, his eyes now locked on you.

"We’re here to play our best football, to get the result we want and then move on. Allowing anger is only gonna distract you and hurt our performance. When you feel it bubbling up, just walk away and refocus yourself." You made an effort to connect with each player as you spoke, though deep down, you hoped your words would resonate with one in particular.

"Focus on what you can control - your passing, your tackles, your game.” A smirk tugged at Trent's lips before his head dipped again.

You scanned the room, noticing nods of understanding. “If you see a teammate getting heated, help them out."

Another breath, "push them away from the fight, back off, and concentrate on our tactics, not on the referee’s decisions or the United players. Don’t sulk on what went wrong. Learn from it and move on, yeah?"

Arne gave you a nod of appreciation as you wrapped up your little speech. "Alright, let’s make this second half count," you finished, your voice carrying a tinge of determination.

Virgil clapped twice, rallying the team as they stood and prepared to exit the dressing room. “Let’s go!” As they began filing out, you moved to the side to let them pass.

Trent was among the last to leave.

"Write me up next time," he muttered as he walked by, leaning in just enough for you to hear.

Your eyes involuntarily dropped to his lips before darting back up to meet his gaze. Your heart skipped a beat, but you quickly composed yourself and responded.

"It was meant for everyone." You lied through your teeth.

He hummed in response, a subtle hint of amusement in his voice. "Sure," he said, not even glancing back as he walked out, leaving you with the undeniable sense that he knew exactly who your speech had been aimed at.

...

In the second half, Trent seemed lighter on his feet, more focused on the tactical aspects of the game and less caught up in the aggression that had marked his earlier play.

Liverpool had eventually secured a hard-fought 0-1 victory, with Salah scoring the winner from a beautifully timed assist by Trent. The away crowds erupted as the ball hit the back of the net, and the energy from that moment carried through until the final whistle.

As you watched him on the pitch, his frustration giving way to calm determination, you couldn’t help but wonder if your halftime words had played a part in that change.

Even a small part, that was more than enough to make you feel like you were on the right track.

The journey back to the training ground was a short one, the adrenaline from the win still buzzing among the team.

But by the time you arrived, the place had already started to empty out, with most of the team and staff having headed home to celebrate or rest.

The win had been sweet, but the quietness that greeted you at the training ground felt like a peaceful end to a very intense day.

You hadn’t intended to stay at the training ground as late as you did after returning, but with Kaia staying over at a friend’s house and the stack of unwritten reports waiting for your attention, you found yourself at your desk again.

The evening had unfolded into an unexpected work spell as you prepared for the upcoming sessions and tackled the never-ending paperwork.

The soft glow from your new office lamp created a cozy pool of light, the only sounds in the quiet room being the occasional rustle of papers and the gentle hum of the air conditioning.

Starting to nurse a headache, you rubbed your eyes carefully as to not smudge your makeup.

The words of practising what you preached echoed in your mind, working for hours on end without a break was hardly the advice you’d give to anybody.

So, you eventually pushed away from your desk and decided to step outside your office for a walk.

The halls were quiet and mostly vacant as you strolled, letting your mind drift and find a moment of peace.

You made your way to the large glass windows that stretched across both the first and second floors, providing a panoramic view of the training grounds below.

The evening sky was transitioning into deep blues, with the last hints of daylight fading.

Yet your gaze was drawn to a solitary figure on the pitch, illuminated by the few remaining lights.

It was him.

Even from this distance, his form was unmistakable as he set up a line of balls and readied himself for another round of free kicks. Instantly, you were reminded of earlier - his powerful shot that had soared over the bar.

Seeing him out there, still working hard, your shoulders slumped in realisation.

The scene was almost surreal, marked by the quiet dedication of a player refusing to call it a day.

You stood there in complete silence, taking in the sight as if it were a scene from a film - each deliberate movement and focused effort holding your rapt attention.

It was a side of him you hadn’t seen before. Alone and immersed in his own world, completely absorbed in his craft without a care for the outside distractions.

Deciding to join him, you headed out of the building and towards the pitch. The evening air was crisp, with a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of nearby trees.

You crossed your arms over your chest, maintaining a respectful distance as you approached. You hoped your presence would neither startle him nor prompt him to leave.

"Mind if I watch?" You asked, keeping your tone light and casual.

Trent glanced at you, his gaze lingering for a moment before he turned back to the pitch. There was a flicker of surprise in his eyes, but no trace of annoyance.

"Suit yourself, psychologist," he replied, his voice steady. You nodded - guess that was good enough for you.

You watched as he rolled the first ball to his feet, his focus razor-sharp as he stopped it and took a few steps back.

The ball sailed through the air, curving beautifully into the top corner of the net. You couldn’t help but be impressed.

"That was perfect," you said, genuinely admiring his skill.

Trent shrugged, wiping sweat from his brow. "Just another shot."

"Give yourself more credit than that. It’s not easy," you countered. "I admire the dedication."

He glanced back at you. “Guess you’d know.”

“Sorry?” You asked, slightly confused.

Another shot.

“The picture in your office. You played once,” he remarked, a hint of a challenge in his tone.

You found yourself wondering when he had been in your office to notice the picture, then it clicked. He'd helped you assemble the cabinet where you later placed it.

He must've spotted it in one of the boxes.

You watched as he set up another ball, and somehow, in a way that only Trent could manage, that shot was even better than the last.

You scoffed lightly, dismissing the comparison. “Nowhere near your level, obviously. But you’re right, I guess I can imagine the passion. The pressure.”

You hoped your words were reaching him, echoing the sentiments he'd talked about in so many of his interviews.

He breathed out slowly. "So why psychology?" He asked, bending over to position the next ball.

"Because mental strength is just as important as physical ability," you explained. "I've seen talented players crumble under pressure, and others rise above it. The difference often comes down to how well they manage their minds."

Trent didn’t respond immediately. He set up another shot, this time, it hit the post with a loud thud.

Frustrated, he sighed.

You picked up the ball as it bounced near you, letting it roll between your hands before walking over to him. Once there, you dropped it to the ground, letting it settle by the side of your foot.

When he looked at you, his gaze was softer than you’d ever seen it.

You felt a flutter in your chest, the kind that made your stomach dip slightly. Your fingers curled into your palms, a subconscious effort to ground yourself as the moment stretched on.

“I know I’m just a stranger,” you began gently, your tone careful and steady.

“But I’m not here to push you and you don’t have to share anything with me. I just want you to know that if you ever feel like talking, we can - no titles, just two people who might understand each other.”

You added with a slight smile. “You’ll never know unless you give it a shot.”

For a moment, he seemed to consider something. You would’ve traded anything in to know what was going through his mind at that moment.

But he shook his head, glancing out over the pitch. “I’m good for now.”

“Okay,” you replied, giving the ball a gentle nudge, just enough to pass it to him. With a nod, you stepped back and turned towards the building, heading inside.

Before entering, you turned around, surprised to find him already watching you. “Thanks for hearing me out, yeah?”

You offered him a final smile before disappearing inside.

Trent’s gaze lingered on your retreating figure for a moment longer before he returned to his practice, a slight shift in his expression as he continued his routine.

...

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ethereal555 · 2 months ago

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CHEETAH ! PART ONE

virgil van dijk x black!reader

essentially virgil is a cheetah in this.

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His matte black Mercedes pulls up into your driveway. Just like routine, he flashes his lights twice.

It acted as a greeting - he always assumed I was watching like a nervous little girl. I always was though; like a kid at Christmas in hopes of catching Santa.

Your heart thumps loudly in your chest, you can damn near hear it in your ears. In a daze, you turn quickly to observe yourself in the mirror. As a result your cheetah print robe falls losely around your chocolate frame. The robe framed your pear shaped figure well, exposing your black lace push up bra that made your cleavage pop out. The matching black lace panties you wore on show also, and you had to admit the way it elegantly sat on your wide hips was to die for.

It goes without saying that he loved your body, like a dog and its bone. Let alone when you had it oiled up for him, waiting for him - like a meal.

You tie your robe around you so that only your cleavage was on show. For now. You admired the way in which it cinched your waist. And you took time to admire the way you looked - as a whole - in the reflection before you.

There was always a sense of pride that floated within you, when you looked at yourself. Not in a cocky way but because you invested in yourself : in how you ate, bathed, the products you used, the perfume you used, the quality of hair you bought and the clothes you wore.

This drew Virgil to you, you were a young woman with an advanced sense of maturity; a quality possessed by no one your age. You knew what you wanted, got it and then attracted people who were likewise - like himself.

Your naturally coily type 4 hair that would usually sit on your collar bone was now bone straight and hanging down your shoulders, different from the last time he saw you. It was the month of October and therefore in your world, silk press season. Virgil loved your curly hair. He worshipped it and you did too but, during the months of winter where it was usually very hectic - because of the annual buzz of your shapewear business - you knew having your hair in this state was easier to manage and would be less time cosuming.

You run your fingers through your hair, shamelessly flexing your hang-time in the mirror until you hear your door bell ring, a notification popping up on your phone that read,

Virgil

im at the door :)

You take your time walking towards the door not wanting to look out of breath when you were face to face with him but, also due to a part of you burdened with jealousy. You hadn’t seen this man since last month, September 3rd to be exact. It was now October 29th. You missed him dearly and wanted to really spend this time with him wholesomely but the inferno of jealousy burning within you seemed to be overpowering your mind as you got closer and closer to the door.

Seeing his signature manbun through the glass panel on your door made your heart skip a beat. Logically it wouldn’t be fair to express your selfish feelings about his lack of communication with you as you were involved with an occupied man who had both a wife and multiple kids; especially during these autumn months when his kids were starting back at school.

You both were in a difficult position, him mostly as he had the most to lose and you because of your dignity. You’d never usually go for someone married or with kids as to do so you’d need to bare an innate sense of maturity to cooperate in those situations but with Virgil it was how he treated you that drew you to him. Hell, how he looked at you alone would make you fall to your knees. The gifts he showered you with; the cars, the jewels, the houses, the sex and the bags were big tokens of love for a girl like me. As a 22 year old girl, there weren’t men my age with these capabilities, so you can imagine I was immediately onboard.

It was addicting; the disguising, the private jets, the meeting at hotels, the sense of mystery he brought to your life. The ‘on edge’ feeling, it riled you. It enlivened you. Not to mention way he fucked you, rough and hard and senseless somedays and then when he would make love to your pussy with his tongue and fingers on other days.

How aggressive he was with you, it enticed you. It brought a sense of danger, a feeling you lacked in your life.

You know it did say a lot about your character, but from your perspective you were young and allowed to make mistakes. You deserved to be loved, and in your head life was too short to miss out on this experience of “love” or lust. Not many people your age could claim an experience like this so you embraced it, even when parts of you knew there was potential for this to be a short-lived rollercoaster ride.

There were boundaries that I intentially set with Virgil when we first started seeing each other. I no longer wanted him to sleep with his wife, especially because he was sleeping with, unprotected at that. This was something that “showed my age” he always said and something he often dismissed as me “trying to start with him'”. But I swore to him, if I was to ever see any evidence of them sleeping together, we would have a problem. Gladly, I feel he is listening, he has spoken about their sexual spark diminishing ever since having kids and to support this; his sex drive with me is insane in a way it wouldn't be if he was sexually active with her.

He knocks again, breaking me out of my deep ponder.

You exhale, opening the door wide enough for him to enter. He ducked, walking through the door way, his hair as always slicked back not a fly away in sight. He wore a black crew neck shirt and black baggy joggers, and a silver cuban link that adnored his chest.

He knew what his chains did to you.

You sway your hips into your kitchen leaving him in the doorway his mouth agape, his mind racing not able to verablise how good he thought you looked.

He follows you into the kitchen like a lost puppy. The smell of vanilla invading his nostrils both from you and the candles you’d lit throughout the house. He looks around, his eyes admiring the new rugs you'd bought whilst you went to collect your green juice from the fridge. A nightly ritual you underwent.

“You don’t wanna give me a hug?” His deep voice sounds, the bass in his voice drawing you to look at him as you drank the entirety on your juice, hiding your smirk behind the bottle.

He eyes you back, his intimidating eyes falling from yours to your cleavage, and back up again appreciating how good you looked behind the kitchen island, your breasts spilling out of your robe. The older man walks up to you, standing behind your body. Your 5’7 self nothing in comparison to his 6'5 goodness. He lands his cold fingers on your collar bone rubbing them in circular motions. He hums, the vibration heading straight down your body.

You breathe in and out deeply, your eyes rolling back. Putting the bottle down, you turn around to face him not before making sure your plump bum rubbed up against him. You embrace his rock solid physique.

His firm hands travel down the length of your silk pressed hair, “Where are you curls Ameena?” he queried trying to find your eye contact.

You sigh at the memory, pushing them back and standing firm in your nonchalance.

“Not here” you muffled into his chest.

Feeling his body against yours brought out the feline in you, it needed to be studied. This cat like feeling manifests as you drag your fingers up and down his back inhaling in his intoxicating fragrance.

His chin lands on the crown of your head. “I’ve missed that attitude.”

The storm that had once subsided was back, you draw back fast, smacking at his chest. “Where have you been? Of course you’ve missed me, you haven’t bothered to see me in ages' you complained, your upper lip raised in irritation.

“I’ve been busy, klein mesije” he drags pulling you back towards him by your waist.

“Yeah doing what? Playing house? At award ceremonies with that b- woman -” you collect yourself pointing at his chest with your index finger, the nonchalant facade had faded. “holding umbrellas for her and shit? You didn’t even check on me to see how I felt after seeing that all over the internet. Or check on me in general for that matter!”

“Ameena-” he chuckles at your absurdity as he swipes his hands over his face.

'And no, sending me money isn't a form of communication', you rebute, crossing your arms over you chest in an act of dominance which actually had the complete opposite effect because now his focus was on your twin giriles that were sat even higher than before on your glistening chest.

“So you wanted me to bring you as my plus one? And how would that outcome be, Ameena?” he spoke softly to your suprise. He usually got very defensive with these topics, maybe he really did miss you.

“You’re on punishment, you should never go more than a week without talking to me. It makes me feel disposable and used. You claim we have more than just sexual chemistry - an emotional connection - yet you chose to ignore my existence. This is what I mean - this is why I couldn’t have that - no - why i can't have a baby with you.”

A crash of realisation paralyses you. You attempt to renege on what you had said but it’s too late as you see his head cock to the side almost instantaneously.

You hurriedly walk to the other end of the kitchen island towards the entrace of your living room in mortification, feeling his eyes follow your silhouette.

This was a low blow from you, throughout the 2 year entanglement, he had attempted many times to 'give you his son', to which you always profusely refused - you just weren't ready. He'd get offended saying that you were unserious, this whole saga stopped when you started taking birth control meaning he could cum in you. He doesn't know this, what he thinks is that you're now willing to have kids with him. The con regarding this temporoary victory was that you didn't know how you'd address him when 5 months down the line he asks 'why aren't you pregnant yet' .

His eyebrows furrow, a moment of realisation prominent in his expression. 'What did you say, Ameena?" he shot back.

There he was, the man we usually see on the field. You had no choice but to berate yourself, you couldn't keep your gob shut! The fibres in your body stopped moving for half a second. The world felt still until you spewed out some words to escape from the deafening silence.

'I said, you should never neglect me like this again or it's done.' you rush, knowing exactly where you'd taken this conversation to.

'No. After that..'

" I - I Listen Virgil if you're in the mood to argue you should leave, you should be making it up to me right now not grilling me. You are in the wrong, admit it." Your confident attempt to gaslight him fell upon deaf ears. You begin to strut off, not wanting to deal with the can of worms you had opened up or it was going to be a long night. You hoped nothing of the sort would happen.

You never thought you were one of those girls, the type to tell on themselves in the presence of a man.

'No Ameena. Come. Here” he forefingers beckon. “That’s right, one step at a time”.

You retreat towards the island. You lean both elbows on your kitchen island. “What!?” you question unenthuiastically, itching in trepidation.

"You're being disrespectful, you know how I feel about you walking away from me. Don't do it again." He walks towards you, licking his lips slowly. Slut, you screamed in your head.

"Stand up straight" he ordered following your movement with his eyes, his chin raised. You stay in this position, side eyeing him as he walks closer to you.

He grumbles with clenched teeth.

He latches onto your arms, pulling you into his chest, your back slamming against his front.

"Ow, Virgil" you grimace.

“You’re going to do whatever the hell I tell you to do” he rasped into you ear, you feel his left hand circle around your neck. You wince, trying to wringle yourself out of his embrace.

“When I want you to have my kids, you will. I'll make you the mother of my kids. Will you stop me?" you shake your head, a moan escaping your mouth as you fight to wriggle out of his nasty grasp.

"Use your words, Ameena"

“Ok Virgil!” you answer desperately, craining your neck upwards to loosen his hold on your neck. He keeps his hand there, walking you both closer to the island, so your bare stomach is pressed against the cold marble of the counter. Your robe, in the process of your tussle with Virgil, had unravelled.

''Virgil, my hair!" you cry like a brat in fear of all the tussling ruining your silk press.

"I don't care. Say you're sorry.' you gasp.

Now he held both your hands behind your back as if you were a hostage. With ever second that passed and you were silent, he manhandled your body in a different way.

Ten seconds had passed of silence so he pulled your robe off, earning a hiss from you when the cold marble met your skin.

"So thats the only thing you heard, I literally expressed my sorrow regarding us not speaking and the only thing you caputured was that I wouldnt have your babies?" you grit out kissing your teeth in disgust.

A stinging sensation, illicits a mini scream from your lips.

"Say you're sorry!" he repeated loudly.

The reality was, you weren't sorry. In fact, that was the most truthful thing you'd ever said to him. You didn't see him divoricng his wife anytime soon, and to have a baby with a secret woman, would in return make the baby a secret; yes you were flawed butyou wouldn't dare bring a child into that type of situatipn. It wouldnt be fair.

"I'm sorry Virg. I'm cold" you whisper.

'Louder.'

"I'm sorry!"you shout. "thats so humiliating Virgil" you mutter.

"Good girl' he kisses your back, slapping your ass one more time before letting you get up.

You stand, scoffing, being naked in the kitchen always seemed to happen whilst he was here. This man, you complained in your head, what have I gotten myself into for crying out loud.

"Pick up my robe" you ordered and like a dog he does as told. I think it's because he knew I was no longer in the mood as I hated when he dominated me like that during arguments. It made me feel weak.

"Next time, use your manners" he scolds scratching his goatee, I know it took everything in him to not cuss me out for speaking to him like that.

"Really though. For real, I will not have a kid with someone who doesn't contact me when they're away from me, and who keeps me as a second option. everytime. It gives deadbeat. I know you'd hate for me to find someone he doesn't do that", you finish tieing knot around your waist.

Virgil's jaw ticks for the second time this night, he swallows the anger he feels rising up so he could articulate himself without yelling at the young girl. She hated it.

"Ameena. Don't be silly, were you not just upset with me because I was not contacting you a lot? Why do you think that was? I was doing the opposite of what you have just accused me to be. I was being a father. I was spending time with my kids, who are most important to me. How dare you call me a deadbeat".

He turns around.

A breathe gets caught in your throat, but it's forced to stay there as he continues his speech. "This is what I mean when I say you show your age, you complain about me not seeing you and not texting you for days at a time as if you don't know how much my kids mean to me.”

"You really shouldn't complain about being a second option in regard to them. That’s my family, my everything . You will always be a second option - you knew what you were getting yourself into."

Nothing comes to your brain not a rebutal, nothing. The reality that was your situation dawns upon you. You felt as if common sense had only entered into you at the start of his latter speech. Clouds of humiliation hover over you.

His words had sucked the breathe of you. He was right, you couldn't interrupt a man's life and then claim first place.

You walk to stand infront of him, your voice small. This was the first time, in ages, he had made you feel like what you were, a little girl. "So, if I have your babies, would they, as well as I, still be a second option?".

His face is stoic, the horny and playful vibe that was once in the room had dissipated. “No, they'd be equal. But since I am such a deadbeat - what was the need for the question. You already have an assumption of me lodged in your brain, no?"

“My baby” you thought, he didn't show it but you knew he was upset. He blinked often, trying to conceal the disappointment in his eyes.

You press your chest on his, the urge to be in his embrace triumphing. You attempt to wrap his heavy arms around your waist.

“I'm sorry, truly. The comment was audacious and immature . I didn’t mean it. You're an amazing father, it’s just that the reality of having your babies seem so near, and its daunting Virgil. I was just projecting my fears”.

His arms fall back to his sides as soon as you let go of them, as if his arms were dead.

The sense of disheartment you felt wasn't going to prevail. In this moment, just like other moments you both had shared, you felt the only way to express your sorrow was to initiate something sexual. It usually worked, but this time you weren't sure.

You look up at him your chin snuggled onto his chest,whining..

"Daddy, I'm so so sorry..." you bite at his crew neck pulling your head back. He liked it when you acted like this, desperate. And in this case there was no acting, you were despearte to be in his good books again.

To your suprise he is looking back down on you, earning your heart a little jump, the eye contact felt intimidating. "Virgieeeee" you drag, puckering your lips on your tip toes. Vocalising your fustration of not being able to reach his lips, despite being on your tip toes with a small cry.

A nasty thought springs into mind, your heart racing as you predict the outcome. You untie the cheetah printed robe, making sure to not lose eye contact with the man. Aroused, you pull your perky breasts out of your lace push up bra squeezing them for him, enjoying the sensations of your needy hands on them.

A barley audible groan sounds from his throat as you collect saliva in your mouth allowing it to dribble down to your twins. You loudly suck the remaining dribble back into your mouth.

Virgil's eyes darken, a little quiver underneath his left eye. He tucks his bottom lip underneath his teeth fully entraced in what you were doing. You pinch your wet nipples, causing your chest to involuntarily rise.

"virgil, i'm ready, look, so why aren't you saying anything?" you whisper in a small small voice.

"You can do me however you want .. however." you plead, your wide eyes pleading alongside your words and voice.

"Get upstairs. Now".

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I apologise for any typos. pt.2coming soon

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mountsgirl · 1 year ago

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Captain-Dominik Szoboszlai

Pairings: Dominik Szoboszlai x fem!reader

Warnings: +18 content(smut), explicit language

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You heard me, strip!”

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

“Is not like that stopped you before”

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

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

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

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

“I want you baby, please”

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

“I want you inside me”

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

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

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

“Dominik, I liked those!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Dominik I’m close baby please”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hope you enjoyed it!🫶🏻

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furybymoonlight · 7 months ago

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Master of Assists

gifs by @trenty

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

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

Pairing: Trent Alexander Arnold x OC/reader

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“Trent, no, this is crazy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She winced again as her stomach coiled.

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

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

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

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

“How can I help?”

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

She said without even thinking, her eyes still shut.

“Orgasm huh?”

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

“Well yes, but we can’t-”

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

“Trent, no, this is crazy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Baby…somebody may walk in.”

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

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

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

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

‘’Need you in me, now.’’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fill me up babe.”

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

“I am sorry baby…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re the only one for me.”

There was nothing but pure honesty in his voice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Master of assists, indeed.

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

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purinfelix · 10 months ago

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could you please write something where trent pining for his bestfriend for a long time before he finally confesses to her that he has feelings?? thank you! i love your writing sm <3

something stupid ₊˚⊹

pairing: Trent Alexander Arnold x reader summary: Trent’s never been the best at concealing his jealousy, especially not when it comes to you - even if the two of you are ‘just friends’ warnings: none w/c: 1k

a/n: had to combine these two because they gave me the best idea everrr ... anyways i missed writing for trent like i realised i don't acc write for him that much - soo pls send more trent reqss!! <33

♬ and then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like "I love you" ♬

Trent couldn’t decide what feeling was worse - the intense, almost burning jealousy ripping through him as he watched you from across the bar, or the even more intense guilt consuming him for even daring to feel that way. To feel such an all-consuming possessiveness over someone who wasn’t even his, and to be left with no option other than to loiter in the corner like some idiot, his grip on his drink growing tighter by the second.

You wouldn’t blame him, surely, you couldn’t. With the way you looked tonight, and the fact that you had personally invited him out with you - albeit with a couple mutual friends - but none of them mattered, at least not to him. It also didn’t help that you had spent the last couple of years, ever since meeting through a group project in some long-forgotten university class, dragging him through some sick cat-and-mouse game. Always toeing the line between being just close friends, or something vaguely more, and Trent hated himself for just going along with it, but he’d by lying if he said he didn’t enjoy how weak he was to your charms.

But as he watched you, his breath heavy and heart beating steadily, he couldn’t help but question whether you had meant to do any of it at all. He watched you throw your head back in laughter and hot jealousy pulsed through him once more, yearning for nothing more than to be the one making you laugh instead of whatever other guy you were lending your attention to. Still, you looked so happy, so at peace, he couldn’t help but curse himself for even considering the possibility that you were purposely making him pine after you. After all, it was his fault - he had still yet to muster up the courage to ask you out on a date, even after being stupidly enamoured with everything about you since the day he met you. It was probably more rational to consider that he had just misread most of your actions beyond the friendly gestures they were supposed to be.

Suddenly, his attention was turned to the steady arm of another one of your male friends snaking around your waist, which Trent had been dragging his gaze along excruciatingly slowly - but now his focus was turned to the fact that this asshole was pulling you closer to himself, and further away from Trent.

Fuck rationality.

The thud of his glass was definite, followed quickly by his heavy footsteps as Trent shoved past the small group you had amassed, not bothering to make his actions subtle. It was clear to everyone, including himself, that Trent was moving faster than his rational thoughts could form, but that didn’t seem to matter when his hand was already wrapped tightly around your wrist, dragging you in the direction of the bar’s exit. You protested, struggling against his grip, but all it took was one look from him as he turned back to you - equal parts pained and pleading - for you to go with him.

The biting cold of the late night hit you the minute you stepped out of the bar, causing you to stop straight in your tracks and huff with frustration.

“Trent, what the hell is going on with you?” your tone was demanding, not making any effort to conceal your annoyance with him.

“I wasn’t going to stand by and watch that filth lay his hands all over you,” he retorts, and if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was equally annoyed with you. But from the way he can’t stand still and his eyes are scanning the pavement, avoiding yours, you know there’s something else at play here.

“Bullshit.”

“Wh- I can’t do something nice for you?”

“Giving me a life, paying for dinner, those are nice things - not snatching me away when I was in the middle of a conversation? Why do you care if some guy touches me?”

“Why do I care?” he scoffs, almost as if he doesn’t believe you haven’t realised why yet, “Because I’m in love with you! You’ve invited my out tonight, and you seem to be having the time of your life, but when I saw you with that guy, him making you laugh, touching you, all I could think about was how much I wanted it to be me instead. How much I’ve always wanted it to be me.”

A silence falls over you two, and it’s only now that the weight of Trent’s actions have hit him, as well as the realisation that he can’t do anything to take back his words now, or stop whatever reaction you’re about to give him. He makes his regret obvious almost immediately, his flustered expression dropping as he looks down to the ground once more, unable to bring himself to look at you. His confession hangs in the air, having changed both everything and nothing at once.

You stood there, slack-jawed, mind racing yet absolutely speechless. You’d be lying if you hadn’t at least suspected Trent of having feelings for you, but you had brushed any inkling you had off as your own misinterpretation. Hearing him say it out loud was another thing entirely, and it was overwhelming your every sense, but in a good way.

The silence became too much to bear, and Trent figured he’d have to be the one to brave it, “Say something, please,” he mumbles, voice heavy, almost preparing himself for rejection.

“Trent…” you begin, stepping slightly closer and reaching out to take his hand in yours, “I’ve wanted it to be you too.”

At this, he looks up at you, eyes glistening. “Really?” the disbelief in his voice almost breaks your heart.

“Yeah,” you say, almost laughing at how ridiculous this is, “for a while, actually.”

“God, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear that,” he lets out an almost comical sigh of relief, finally breaking into a smile, and you can’t help but do the same.

“Now, I’d like to get back to my drink, if you don’t mind,” you say, but he doesn’t let go of your hand.

“Why would I mind?” he laughs, and you could slap him right there and then, but you can only smile in faux-annoyance as the two of you walk back to the bar, hand-in-hand.

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misamoresanfield · 7 months ago

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Red is for passion🤍 - Trent Alexander Arnold

Summary: You and Trent are only friends with benefits, well that's what you call it, but recently feelings have gotten involved between you two.

Warnings: Smut (18+)

He was on your mind. Ever since the first time you two had done the deed, he remained planted in your head. Not only was he spectacular in bed, but he was a really sweet person aswell. He always asked if you were okay and if what he was doing was alright. Overall, he was a very respectful guy. He was never judgmental or anything, always accepting you for who you were and what you looked like. He never wanted you to be uncomfortable. The stereotype about footballers was that they were rude and only saw woman as objects, but Trent was the complete opposite. The last time you had seen him was a few nights ago when he slept over. To be honest, you didn't want him to leave in the morning, however you knew he had to. Just thinking about him would get you all flustered and when he was around, you tried your best to conceal it. You had been friends with benefits for a few months now and only that, but recently, you wished you two could be more than that. What was he doing to you? How was he making you feel like this? Sometimes you wondered if he felt the same towards you but immediately stopped, telling yourself that you were only a hookup to him, he was only respectful because he was a kind person. You wished you could see him more than you did, knowing he was a busy man.

As you pondered in bed, questioning what these new found feelings were, you imagined how many other women he was talking to at the moment. It didn't make him a bad person, but he was good with the ladies, let's just say that. On one hand, you thought to yourself, maybe he hadn't realised that you liked him. On the other, maybe he did. The way his dimples were highlighted every time he smiled, even a little. The way his big brown boba eyes sparkled in the light. The way his pearly white teeth brought out the niceness of his face. The way his soft facial features made you feel warm inside. The way his body was muscular but not too muscular. Everything about him was perfect. You really couldn't help it. It was past midnight and you couldn't sleep, laying down with horniness flowing through your body. This was not the time to be like this at all. Even though he was respectful, he was definitely a cocky man and you didn't want to boost his ego. You knew he would tease you about this but nothing could stop you from needing him. Deciding to swallow it up, you built up the courage and you texted him.

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Trent

You okay?

im horny

Are you?😏

yeah

Want me to come over beautiful?

yeah

Okay

I'm on my way baby❤️

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You were waiting impatiently for him to tell you he was outside. All you were wearing was a white long sleeve shirt and your black panties. You didn't bother to put on any pyjama bottoms because you already knew that it would end up on the floor as soon as you saw Trent. What was the point of putting on pyjamas, just to take them off? Trent didn't live too far from you, only around a thirty minute driving away. He was the only man you felt comfortable showing your body to but obviously you knew he was probably doing things with other women. Well, that was what you had told yourself, you didn't actually know if it was the reality. He had told you otherwise though.

When he pulled up, he called you to tell you that he was at your door. You didn't even respond, ending the phone call immediately and walking towards the door. You were hungry for him and you couldn't take it anymore. Trying to seem as calm as possible, you opened the door but you couldn't stop yourself from instantly smashing your lips against his. He kissed you back with pace, enjoying this very much. Since you weren't doing it, he made sure to lock your door for you. After that, he wrapped your legs around his torso as your arms were wrapped around his neck, continuing to make out with you. He knew your place off by heart and so he took you both to your room. It was always clean and you had told him your preferred to have sex in there. The more you kissed, the more you needed him. Trent was so careful as you carried you up the stairs, not wanting to hurt you in anyway. Your lips were still connected when you two had finally reached your bed. He gently laid you down and got on top of you.

"Hi gorgeous." He chuckled softly before you pulled him in to continue your kiss. It had occurred to him in his mind that he hadn't even got a chance to greet you at the door.

"Hi." You broke the make out session for a second and then swiftly carried on again. It was definitely steamy and as you kept going, it was getting more and more passionate. This was so amazing.

"So desperate for me." He spoke, moving down to your neck. You loved it when he kissed you there so much. He was so good at everything. He delicately slid his hand down your panties. "You're so wet for me already." He began rubbing circles on your clit, causing you to let out little moans.

"I did tell you I was horny." You reminded him in a tone indicating that you liked it very much. He was rock hard solid. Even though he liked when he made you feel so good that you couldn't speak, he also enjoyed hearing you talk when his dick was inside you, going in and out of you or when he was rubbing your clit because the whiny, moaning voice you let out was so sexy to him, especially since you would moan right afterwards. "Fuck." You closed your eyes, feeling the incredible sensation he gave you.

"Yeah, you like that baby?" He was the most beautiful, alluring and enchanting man you had ever seen and the way he planted butterflies in your stomach, you would've thought he was a gardener.

"Mmm." You could only reply, not having the slightest care about answering him with words. He took off your panties properly and took off your shirt carefully, trying to not mess up your bonnet and head scarf. Immediately, he started teasing your entrance which made you frustrated. He could see how badly you wanted his dick and he was going to give it to you eventually. When his fingers went in, you let out a little gasp, feeling the pleasure.

"Why is everything about you so perfect?" He mumbled to himself, hoping you wouldn't hear what he had just said. He couldn't even find the words to describe your beauty.

"Hmm?" You didn't understand it. One, what he said was so quiet that it was impossible to fully get it and two, you picked up a tiny fraction of it, all you heard was the word 'perfect'.

"Nothing- come here, let me feel your lips." With his other hand, he gently caressed your cheek before he leaned down a little to connect your lips again. He was the best kisser. Trent's fingers felt amazingly good, you were so thankful that he was extraordinarily handsome and amazing at sex. Your kiss was a slow one, letting the attraction between you two come forward. When tongues were involved, you were even wetter and you were already like the pacific ocean down there. You were letting out little moans which you couldn't control as you kissed. He needed you just as bad as you needed him. You had to pull away once he began fingering you faster and faster. "You're so fucking sexy baby. Do you know that?"

"Yes daddy." You moaned out. He always made you feel good, the only time when he made you slightly upset was when you were overthinking. He was always so addicting.

"If you call me that again beautiful, I'm gonna have to pound you." Trent voiced truthfully. He loved it when you called him that. He didn't know why.

"Please daddy." Hearing that, you pulled him down to kiss again. You couldn't get enough of his big pillow soft lips. It was as if they were on his face just to taunt you. He rapidly kissed you back of course, feeling one of your arms pulling on his shirt and the other still wrapped around his neck. He let you take his shirt off him, revealing his picture perfect abs and sweaty smooth skin. If you were to look up the word 'luscious', Trent Alexander Arnold would come up. "Mm..you feel so good." You were almost ready to climax, which he could tell as your walls clenched around his fingers.

"You're so close, aren't you baby?" He asked you, going at a faster pace. You're eyes closed by themselves for a moment before they reopened and rolled back. He smirked gazing down at you, knowing the affect he had on you and your body.

"Mmm." That was the last thing that you let out before he took his fingers out of you slowly, making you feel confused as to why he wasn't letting you cum. "Why did you stop?" You questioned him with a face you didn't realise looked innocent. However, you were far from that.

"Cos' I want you to cum with my dick inside you baby." Trent made sure you knew why he did it. You were so needy for him, it was unreal. He knew it aswell, him only getting more cocky. "Is that okay?" You nodded straight away. His dick was like a necessity to you. He gave you a quick peck before sliding down his sweatpants and boxers, taking them off completely.

After a few seconds, he lifted your legs up, separating them and he slipped his big cock inside your aching pussy. This resulted in you letting out your second gasp of the night. He began with a pace that ensured you felt comfortable but quickly sped up. You were making sounds you didn't even know you could make as he would grunt occasionally. You always had fantastic sex with him. Why was he so talented at this? He connected his lips to yours again as you moaned in his mouth.

"You're pussy feels so fucking good baby." You were in complete ecstasy when he said that to you. Your eyes had rolled back again and closed due to the euphoria. He could fuck you in any position and enjoy your pussy just the same. He loved doggy because he could see your perfect body arched infront of him while his cock went in and out of it. He also got to choke you, hold your boob and pull your hair softly. He loved missionary because he got to see your beyond beautiful face. He loved fucking you on your side because it was easier to grab your boob. He just loved whenever you guys were together. After a while of thrusting into you and feeling elated, Trent was close. With your tight walls clenching his cock, he could tell you were almost close aswell. "You gonna cum for me?"

"Mmm..." Was all that managed to escape your mouth, feeling the incredible sensation in your lower stomach. No one would ever be able to fuck you like this, which he had told you before.

"I need you to use your words, beautiful." He began to speed up so that he could get both of you to the finish line.

"Y-yes daddy." You used all the brain power you could to get those words out. He was the best you had ever had and unbeknownst to you, you were the best he'd ever had.

"Good girl. Cum for me." Your moans were getting louder and louder until they slowed down when you came. Trent had orgasmed at the same time as you. When there was nothing left in you, he gently pulled you back into a kiss and then helped you clean yourself up. What a gentleman.

He aided you in putting your pyjamas on properly so that you could finally get some sleep. You had decided to change what you had previously worn and put on a pair of pyjamas bottoms this time with a matching vest. "That was amazing, Y/N." He gave you another quick kiss before adjusting your noodle straps while he had already put on his sweatpants. After he had put his hoodie back on, you saw him making his way towards the door. "Bye beautiful-"

"Don't leave." He stopped in his tracks and turned around to face you. "You can sleep over. It's late anyway and you still have your shorts and shirt you left here the other day. You can sleep in that." You recommended to him. You didn't want to feel lonely and your feelings for him were only growing.

"You sure?" He smiled at you with sweet eyes. He had slept over before, but tonight felt a bit different since he would get butterflies whenever he looked at you.

"Yeah." You confirmed, wanting him to come back to your bed. "I'll go get them." Maybe this was all you needed in order to get a good nights rest.

"Okay." Quickly, you went downstairs to go and grabbed his left over clothes as excitement took over your body. When you arrived back in your room, you saw him sitting on your bed waiting patiently.

"Here you go." You handed them to him. He could see how beaming you were that he was staying which he found very adorable. "You can go to the bathroom to change if you want."

"Thank you." He spoke before getting up and going into the bathroom. He was secretly joyous that you had told him to stay because it meant that he could spend more time with you. You were the only girl he liked and the only one he was really doing something with but if any other woman had asked him to stay, he wouldn't of. You were all he thought about sometimes and he couldn't help it. Leaving the bathroom when he had finished, he came back to join you in your bed. "Look at you not wanting me to leave."

"Shut up." You looked with him with a fake death stare. He giggled at your facial expression, pulling you in for another kiss. Every time your lips connected, you both felt butterflies in your lower stomach, emphasising your feelings for one another. "I just like having you around." He turned his head to smile again at your words.

"I like having you around too." Trent began rubbing his hand on your thigh slowly. He loved that you were comfortable with him. What made you more attractive was how forward you were. You weren't too shy to let him know that you wanted him to stay, you told him when you wanted to have sex, you told him when he was annoying you, what you wanted and so on. He didn't feel as though he had to walk on eggshells with you. You understood him and he understood you.

"I'm tired." You yawned, laying down on the bed and whipping your soft blanket on you. Trent was still sat up, observing you.

"Yeah, I bet you are." He gave you a cheeky grin, before laying down with you. He giggled again once you saw your face giving him his second death stare. After a while of talking, you two were on the verge of falling asleep.

"I don't wanna overstep or anything, but can we cuddle?" You proposed in a sleepy voice, waiting for his answer before doing anything.

"Yeah." He was going to ask the same thing if he was being honest. You were already turned to the side, not facing him so he got on his side and wrapped his arms around you. You were the little spoon.

"Good night." Your eyes were practically closing by themselves. Without thinking about it, you put your arms around his, feeling at complete peace with him.

"Good night beautiful." He repeated back to you. He liked calling you pet names because you guys had built that closeness, and when he called you 'beautiful' or 'gorgeous', he meant it.

Finally, you both had fallen asleep, content in each other's arms. You loved this so much and wished it could happen more often. You felt as if he was protecting you as his muscular arms hugged your waist. This was the best sleep you had gotten in a while and you were glad you were spending it with Trent. He had trouble sleeping sometimes. When he lost a game, he would sit and relive his bad moments and mistakes until his eyes closed. When he was stressed, he would lay and overthink about almost everything. When he was frustrated, he would normally stare off into space until he got over it eventually. However, when he was with you, he fell asleep instantly, feeling the comfort and warmth that you radiated. Also, the sex you had just had was too good.

The following morning, Trent was up before you but didn't want to wake you as you looked so tranquil still in his arms. You must have shuffled in your sleep because you were now on him with your arms around him. He could only gaze down at you with a soft admiration on his face. How did you look perfect even when you were sleeping? He began caressing your cheek very gently and kissed your forehead. That was what had woke you up.

"Morning gorgeous." He smiled down at you as your eyes fluttered open like butterfly wings. What a beautiful sight.

"Mm. Morning." Your voice sounded so sleepy and tired even though you had just awakened. You tightened your grip around Trent with your arms.

"You wanna keep cuddling?" Trent already knew the answer, he just wanted to hear you say it. He was going to give you what you wanted.

"Mmm." You replied before he carefully pulled you up closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck straight away while your head buried itself in it and he hugged your waist again.

Eventually, you both got up a while later. You had lent him a spare toothbrush that you had because you knew this wasn't the last time he was going to need it. After you both finished with your daily morning routines, you both met again downstairs in the kitchen. You could cook, but you weren't bothered this morning, so Trent opted for ordering you guys breakfast instead. You were both sat on your couch watching a movie, waiting patiently until your food arrived.

"Y/N, we need to talk about something." The scouser expressed, bringing you closer to him so that you knew it was about something important.

"About what?" You questioned him with curious eyes. This made you kind of nervous as his face seemed unsure about what he was going to say. What if he was ending whatever you guys had? You had no clue how to react.

"Us." He explained, still with an uncertain facial expression. It wasn't the first time he wanted to speak to you about this but he had to speak about it now. "I know you like me."

"Trent-" You were the one who didn't know what to say now. It wasn't as if it wasn't obvious now that you thought about it. You didn't hide it very well.

"It's okay if you do." He reassured you because he didn't want you to think he had a problem with it, in fact, he loved it. "You can't help who you like, especially since we have lots of sex. It makes sense."

"I mean..yeah I like you but obviously I understand if you don't like me. I know we're just like, friends with benefits so-" You continued by saying.

"I like you." He cut you off because he didn't want you to feel as though you had to ramble on. He couldn't stop himself from telling you.

"You do?" You were flustered by what he had said, having a familiar feeling in your lower stomach. You hadn't expected to hear that at all.

"Yeah." Trent grinned as he saw you blushing, before chuckling a little at your cuteness. He was so glad. "You're the woman I want Y/N."

"Stop-" You covered your face with your hands as you were sure it was noticeable that you couldn't stop smiling. It was so easy for him to make you like this. His giggling increased.

"I was gonna ask if you wanted to go on a date, when we're both free." He suggested with his heavy accent.

"I'd love to Trent." This was one of the best mornings you had experienced. You woke up in the arms of the man you liked, got free food, were told he liked you back and was asked on a date.

The food had arrived a short time later, causing you to be relieved as your hunger was through the roof. You both carried on watching the movie and then moved on to another, cuddling some more after you had finished eating. The cuddling did lead to a make out session, but who could blame you two. You didn't want him to leave but he had to go home, giving you a quick peck before he left.

Five months later....

You and Trent were dating now which you were enjoying every second of. He loved to spoil you and take care of you at the time. He came to your place way more often and the sex was still beyond amazing, as always. There was no one you would rather spend your days with. Your man was your biggest supporter and you were his, always showing up at his home games. You were living your best life.

So, the Saka one is coming next as requested so stay tuned guys! I'm also going to be writing another Tchoua and Jules one x

Hope you guys enjoyed🤍

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judespoets · 8 months ago

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hii could u pls write an imagine with trent x bellingham sister reader where reader is an f1 driver and gets into a crash and her brothers and trent get worried and when she gets home trent looks after her <3

crash | trent alexander-arnold

pairing: taa x fem!f1!reader

warnings: mentions of crashing, hospitalization, wounds/blood

category: fluff/angst

a/n: i don’t know anything abt f1 so sorry if i did something wrong, also didn’t proofread yet maybe i will soon lol

it was a big day, maybe even the biggest one in your entire career. this race today is the opportunity to become someone great.

it was the day of your race today, and trent and your two brothers jude and jobe were all watching you for your big day.

Saying you were nervous was an understatement. You knew you earned your way here but actually being here with all the famous faces, it was just different.

As you stood on the starting line, you felt confident. You practiced a lot with your team for this and you were confident going into this race. But besides all, you were nervous. You really didn’t want to disappoint your boyfriend, trent was a real f1 fan and him watching you here was such an honor, you didn’t want him to judge you.

The first part of the race went good. Everything went smooth and you were living up to your and your teams expectations until you blinked for a second too long and in no time you accidentally left the road and your car flipped. Everything went so fast you couldn’t even comprehend what happened until you were feeling hot and tried to leave the car as soon as possible.

And you did it. But as you stood on the road, the adrenaline inside of you immediately vanished and you quickly felt your chest tighten, your breathing getting shorter and your legs giving out and everything went black.

The next thing you know is waking up in a bright, white room, monitors beeping in your ear with a loud sound, making you flinch immediately.

“Baby, oh my god.” You heard a voice from your left, scaring you slightly.

Looking to your left, you made out a face you knew all too well, a very worried Trent was all you saw.

He hurriedly stepped over to you from the chair he was sitting in, looking down at you with a very tired pair of eyes.

“Baby? How are you feeling?” He asked you, stroking you cheek with his hand softly.

“What? What is happening?” You asked him, obviously very confused about this whole situation.

“You had an accident, my love. A pretty bad one, i’m so glad you’re awake oh my god. You scared me, sweetheart.”

“I think I’m okay. What’s happened?”

“You came off the road and the car flipped. You got out luckily. But you fainted right after.” Trent spoke softly. “The doctor told me to get him right after you wake up. I’ll be right back, my love.” He said, placing a tender kiss on your forehead.

And he was right. It took him like two seconds to come back with a doctor, taking his place next to you again.

“Miss Bellingham, great to see you awake again. To calm you down a little bit, you didn’t get any major injuries even though the crash was pretty bad. You suffered a whiplash and a fracture to your right wrist which will take about six weeks to heal with your cast. The whiplash can have different effects on you, it’s common to feel it in your neck and head while also suffering from nausea and dizziness. If we treat it right and you rest enough, you won’t take any long-term consequences from it. I know this will be a hard pill to swallow but concerning your Formula 1 career, it will take at least two to three months for you to be starting training again. It will take a lot of time and patience, but you will be back, that’s actually a privilege for your situation right now.”

“Wow” was all you could say right now. The news were extremely hard for you to comprehend right now, and Trent noticed that.

“Thank you, sir. We will definitely rest enough.” You heard your boyfriend say while you just stared at the wall right ahead of you.

“We will talk about all the treatments later on, for now just rest a little more.” The doctor said before walking out of the door again.

The sound of the door closing and the feeling of the familiar hand touching yours was the trigger point. The tears started to flow out of your eyes uncontrollably making you a sobbing mess. You didn’t know what to feel, everything just felt overwhelming right now.

Just a few hours ago you were excited to start the first major race of your life and now you were lying on this hospital bed not knowing how and when your career will start again.

“Baby, please don’t cry. I know it hard to understand right now, but you had so much luck. You could’ve been dead.” Trent said to you, his voice also slightly cracking while he took you into his arms.

“I don’t know what’s happening, Trent.” You admitted.

“I know, it’s okay. We’ll get you home as soon as possible and then you will rest and you will be back in no time and even stronger, baby. I know it’s a major setback but this can make you so much stronger. I’ll be with you every step of the way, trust me, my love.”

And he was right. You were back home after three days of hospitalization.

Walking through the front door of your shared home, all you wanted to do was lay down on the couch after a long car ride with Trent. You were so glad it was summer right now and Trent didn’t need to be back in training for at least three weeks.

“Come on, lay down, baby.” Trent said while guiding you to the living room, propping the pillows up to make you comfortable. “Is it okay like this?” He made sure.

“Yeah it’s fine. Thank you.” You said to him, laying your head back feeling the exhaustion kick in immediately. You closed your eyes as you took a deep breath through your nose.

“I’ll bring you some water, babe. Jude and Jobe will also come in like an hour to spend a little time here.”

“Thanks, babe.” You told him as he handed you a cup full of fresh water.

“Do you need anything else? Some food maybe?” Trent asked you quietly as he noticed your scrunched up face showing your headache.

“No i’m good for now. I think i just need to sleep, i feel the nausea and the headache kick in, to be honest.” You answered him honestly.

“Okay, I’ll leave then.” Trent said as he got up and started to leave the room.

“Babe!” You called out as loud as you could right now.

“What’s up?” He said, turning around quickly.

“Can you please stay, i need you right now.” You admitted quietly, you were possibly feeling the worst you’ve ever felt in a long time and all you wanted was for your boyfriend to make it okay again.

“Yeah, of course. Come here.” You heard a voice whisper in your ear quietly as you felt the strong arms you knew all too well wrap around your fragile and exhausted body and a kiss being pressed to your forehead.

And that was what made the pain go away for some time.

And the next few weeks weren’t any different. You fought with nausea and headaches a lot but Trent and your brothers were there to help you. They made it all seem so much less painful and miserable, you were fast recovered and ready to go back to training to come back even stronger than you felt before.

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mrsjonez17 · 1 month ago

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Fifa 🎮 - Trent Alexander-Arnold

summary : y/n had a bad day at work and just wants attention from her boyfriend.

tw : none

themes : fluff

author : @mrsjonez17

It had been a long day for y/n she was tired from an exhaustive day at work sorting out files and other business things. As she got home she unlocked the front door feeling relieved and grateful that she was home. As she came in she called for her boyfriend trent. " Trent?!" she called out wondering where he is , he was definitely home as she noticed his trainers just dashed by the door not even bothered to be put back correctly. She walked through there hallway and into the living area.

There sat Trent. He was leaning back on the sofa tv on headphones on concentrating on the TV of course he was playing fifa again. y/n sighed as he didn't even notice her or even look at her. " Trent!?" She said more firmly. The lad pulled his headphones off slightly " you alright?" He asked not even bothered to look at his girlfriend or let alone ask her how her day was. She frowned and didn't want to cause an argument however she craved some physical affection even if he wasn't going to talk much. She sighed and headed to the kitchen to get a drink meanwhile trent thought nothing off it and focused back on the game....until y/n came back to the living room. He watched you sit down and noticed your watery eyes and he put the controller down " babe?" He said slightly worried you glared at him " what?...go back to your game" you mumbled. He frowned and sat closer to you " no...baby what's wrong?" he said trying to get you to speak you looked at him "...I just want cuddles but your just to focused on your game and I had a crap day at work and -" before you could say anymore he wiped your eyes with his thumb " shhh...its okay..I'm sorry that I...didn't say anything and was focusing on the game rather than something more important than that...you" he said genuinely feeling guilty for ignoring you. You smiled softly " I love you...and sometimes you get carried away with that silly little thing " you teased before the pair of you sat there cuddling and talking about eachothers day

( an : omg first trent imagine!! I hope it's good. Please feel free to request ideas always read pinned post!!! Love you all ❤️ )

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amirawrah · 19 days ago

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.❀ 𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐡: 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐛𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 + 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐬𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐢 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐛𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭. ( 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢'𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭... 𝐢'𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞). 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲. 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬.

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐡.❊

Soft Giant Energy™. He’s huge, but he’s the gentlest person when it comes to you. Always holding your hand, rubbing your back, tucking your hair behind your ear.

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𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐈𝐛𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲.

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫. “𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐲?” 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬.

“𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞,” 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞. “𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮,” 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡.'

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He remembers every little detail about you—your coffee order, your favourite flowers, the way you like your blankets folded.

Kisses your forehead ALL the time. It’s his way of showing affection, especially when words aren’t enough. Whenever you’re walking together, he slows his pace to match yours, even though his strides are naturally huge.

He teaches you french ( don't worry you don't really butcher the language).

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𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐛𝐨𝐮'𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐒𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤.

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡,” 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰. “𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞.”

𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐬. “𝐀𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐥𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.” 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧, 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. “𝐒𝐚𝐲… 𝐓𝐮 𝐞𝐬 𝐥’𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐞.”

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲. “𝐍𝐨𝐧, 𝐛é𝐛é. 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧—𝐓𝐮 𝐞𝐬 𝐥’𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐞.”

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

“𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨,” 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. “𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬?”

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬. “𝐈𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬… 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.” 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐬, “𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞, 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲.”

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𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐛𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐬, “𝐃𝐢𝐬-𝐦𝐨𝐢 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧ç𝐚𝐢𝐬.”

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐲. “𝐈𝐛𝐨𝐮, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡.”

𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐬. “𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐈’𝐦 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮.” 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡, 𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝. “𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲.”

𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, “𝐉𝐞 𝐭𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐮𝐱 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐜 𝐦𝐨𝐢.” 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲. “𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩.” 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧, 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫.

“𝐉𝐞 𝐭𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐮𝐱 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐜 𝐦𝐨𝐢.”

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝.

“𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬?” 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐩, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬, “𝐈𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬… 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.”

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Opens doors for you, pulls out your chair, helps you put on your coat—he’s got MANNERS. Loves when you lay on his chest because he likes feeling your heartbeat against his.

Cooking. He insists on helping you in the kitchen but keeps stealing bites of everything. “𝐈𝐛𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬!” 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐦𝐢𝐝-𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐰. “𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝?” 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲—𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

Yoga. He agrees to try a couple’s yoga class, thinking it’ll be easy. 𝐓𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧, 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝. “𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠,” 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐬, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡.

If you’re feeling sad, he doesn’t just say, “What’s wrong?”—he immediately tries to make you laugh or smile before asking.

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'𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬, 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. 𝐈𝐛𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲. 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡.

“𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞,” 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝. “𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭?” 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬. “𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲.”

𝐀 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐢𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐩. “𝐀𝐡! 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬.” 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬.

“𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐛é𝐛é.” 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫.'

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Secretly super romantic. He might not always say it, but he’ll do little things like leaving notes in your bag or sending flowers to your apartment or office . When you hug him, he automatically rests his chin on top of your head (if you're shorter) or buries his face in your neck when lying down.

Morning voice? Deep as hell. It’s one of your favorite things about waking up next to him.

Talks in his sleep sometimes. One time, he mumbled your name, and you teased him about it for days. If you wake up in the middle of the night, he’ll instinctively pull you closer without even realising it.

Steals your skincare products. “𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞?” 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲.

If you have a busy day, he sets reminders on his phone to check in on you. Sometimes he picks you up from work when training ends early or for lunch breaks.

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'𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

𝐈𝐛𝐨𝐮 ☀️🫶🏾: 𝐁é𝐛é, 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧?

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮: 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈𝐛𝐨𝐮.

𝐀 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫—

𝐈𝐛𝐨𝐮 ☀️🫶🏾: 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐀 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐮𝐩.

𝐈𝐛𝐨𝐮 ☀️🫶🏾: 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞.

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐛, 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐬. “𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤?” 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧. “𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞.” 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫. “𝐍𝐨, 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥.” 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞.'

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Loves doing grocery shopping together because it makes him feel like an old married couple with you.

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𝐈𝐛𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐬, “𝐃𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐦𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐞?” 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤.

“𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬,” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭—𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞��𝐫𝐨𝐰.

“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭?” 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐬. “𝐈’𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞.”

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐩, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞. 𝐈𝐟 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫.'

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𝐈𝐅 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐌 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 ( 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨 ).❀❀

Praying Together – Whether at home or traveling, Ibou always makes sure you pray together whenever you can. Sometimes, he gently tugs your hand before Fajr, murmuring, “𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐛é𝐛é, 𝐥𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲.” If you’re tired, he smiles, “𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞.”

Du'as for Each Other – He always makes du’a for you, even when you don’t hear it. But sometimes, he’ll cup your face and whisper, “𝐐𝐮’𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡 𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭è𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫.” (𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.)

If you’re feeling down, he reminds you, “Tawakkul, bébé.” (Trust in Allah.) When he’s nervous before a match, you write him little notes with encouraging ayahs.

Fasting Together in Ramadan – Suhoor is a team effort. He makes sure you eat enough even if they’re in different places—FaceTime Suhoor dates are a must. At iftar, he always lets you take the first bite. “𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡, 𝐛é𝐛é.”

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐮𝐛 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫.

𝐈𝐛ou’𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. “𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐩, 𝐛é𝐛é?” 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐲𝐚𝐰𝐧, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩.

“𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲,” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬. “𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝?”

𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐬, 𝐭𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬. “𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐈’𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐓𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲.” 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐭.

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.” “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭,” 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤. “𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭? 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫?” 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

𝐇𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬— 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐛é𝐛é. 𝐄𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞.

𝐀𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐲𝐚𝐰𝐧𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟-𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

“𝐀𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐣𝐫,” 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡. “𝐃𝐮𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨?” 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐝, 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡, 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲, 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠— 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬.

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One time, he surprised you with a beautiful prayer mat in your favorite color.( i wish) “𝐒𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲,” he winked.

If you wear a hijab style he’s never seen before, he tilts his head, admiring you. “𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫.”

Tries to be your hijab stylist ( don't worry it works out...sometimes).

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𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐛𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧, 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲.

“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠” 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬, 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬.

“𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐛𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐬,” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲. “𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞.”

𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐬. “𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩.” 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐢𝐬… 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞—𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟𝐟.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. “𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲, 𝐈𝐛𝐨𝐮.”

𝐇𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞. “𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.”

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐜. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟-𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩.

“𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭,” 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐥𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐝, 𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝. “𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐝.”

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐟. “𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐞.” 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐛?” 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬. “𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭? 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈’𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤.”

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫, 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. “𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝,” 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡.” 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬. “𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐜œ𝐮𝐫”

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Waking Each Other Up for Tahajjud ( its optional in islam by the way )– On nights when he wakes up to pray, he gently nudges you. “𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞?” No pressure, just a soft invitation. And when you wake up first, you do the same.

Always Saying ‘InshaAllah’ – Making plans? “InshaAllah.” Talking about the future? “InshaAllah.” He naturally incorporates it into everything—because to him, everything is in Allah’s hands.

Loving Each Other for the Sake of Allah – He tells you, “𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐀𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡. And whenever he talks about your future, he always includes this: “𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭.” ya'll i need this

Learning Together – Sometimes, you sit together and listen to Islamic lectures or read hadiths, discussing them afterward. He loves when you share knowledge with him, always eager to grow in faith together.

𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫❀

Loves seeing you in his clothes. If you take one of his hoodies, you’re never getting it back.

Loves when you dress up. If you wear something stunning, a nice dress, a matching scarf and abaya wowwww he just stares at you for a full minute before saying, “𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐮𝐡?”

Reads Everything You Write if you write – Even if it’s way outside his interests, he’ll read your articles, your editorials—everything. And he always has feedback: “This was fire, but you should’ve put me in it.”

Lets You Practice on Him if you take pictures– Need a last-minute subject for a test shoot? He’s already posing. Need help brainstorming a concept? He’s throwing out terrible but enthusiastic ideas.

Knows When You Need Rest – When work gets overwhelming, he’s there—pulling you away from your laptop, running you a bath, or simply holding you, whispering, “𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐛é𝐛é. 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭.”

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Randomly picks you up just because he can. . “𝐈𝐛𝐨𝐮, 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧!” “𝐍𝐨𝐧, 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮.”

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'𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐕, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐝—𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩.

“𝐈𝐛𝐨𝐮!” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐩, 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲. “𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠?!”

𝐇𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞. “𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤.”

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦. “𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤.”

“𝐍𝐨𝐧,” 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐬, 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬. “𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤—𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.”

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐞.'

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐕 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞.

“𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮,” 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧. “𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲.”

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲,” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡. “𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲.”

𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞—𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮—𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞-𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝. “𝐎𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐡, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐲!” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞. “𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?” 𝐈𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞-𝐞𝐲𝐞. “𝐇𝐞’𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐲. 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥, 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞.”

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. “𝐒𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦.” 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐬. “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞.”

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠—𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐩. “𝐎𝐡, 𝐧𝐚𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰.”

𝐈𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬. “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.” “𝐒𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.” 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

“𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞?”

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐀𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐧𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭.

𝐁𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝.

“𝐀𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝,” 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐞. “𝐖𝐞’𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰.” 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐮𝐦 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐲.

“𝐌𝐦𝐦, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞.” 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐞. 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲—𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

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If you ever steal food off his plate, he acts like it’s the biggest betrayal. “𝐖𝐨𝐰. 𝐌𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝? 𝐀 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟?”

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After a big win he comes straight to you

'𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞. 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐛𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡—𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐢�� 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲.

“𝐈𝐛𝐨𝐮!” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. “𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧, 𝐛é𝐛é!” 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. “𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞?” “𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝,” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞. “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞.”

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭. “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.” 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝, 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮- 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬. “𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐥𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞.”

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Loves blasting music in the car and singing along dramatically just to make you laugh. If you’re stressed, he’ll pull you into a slow dance in the kitchen—no music, just swaying together.

Tells you certain songs remind him of you and adds them to a playlist called “For My Love” on Spotify.

Once tried to do a TikTok trend with you and ended up making it unintentionally funnier than the original.

(𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 )

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“𝐈𝐛𝐨𝐮, 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬!” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚. 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. “𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝! 𝐋𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨.”

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐤𝐓𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐲. 𝐁𝐮𝐭, 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞—𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫.

𝐀𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐲𝐬. 𝐁𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞,” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬, 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮. “𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡.” 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬—𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥.'

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If you ever steal food off his plate, he acts like it’s the biggest betrayal. “𝐖𝐨𝐰. 𝐌𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝? 𝐀 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟?”

Calls you cheesy pet names ironically just to make you cringe. “𝐌𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫, 𝐦𝐨𝐧 é𝐭𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭.” ( don't mind me and my croissant addiction).

Takes the WORST candid photos of you but insists they’re cute. “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.” (You look insane.) Loves taking pictures of you in general either with his phone, polaroid camera, digital camera or recording with a cam corder absolutely anything to capture your smile.

Everyone on Liverpool knows he’s obsessed with you. Maybe some fans outside of liverpool too.

After a big win he comes straight to you

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'𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞. 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐛𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡—𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡.

“𝐈𝐛𝐨𝐮!” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. “𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧, 𝐛é𝐛é!” 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. “𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞?”

“𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝,” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞. “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞.” 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭. “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.”

Your heart flutters, and before you can respond, he’s kissies you- a short buy meaningful kiss, his warmth, his love, the way he holds you like winning means nothing if he can’t celebrate with you.

When he finally pulls away, his grin returns. “𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐥𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞.”

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Loves blasting music in the car and singing along dramatically just to make you laugh. If you’re stressed, he’ll pull you into a slow dance in the kitchen—no music, just swaying together.

Tells you certain songs remind him of you and adds them to a playlist called “For My Love” on Spotify.

Talks about the future like you’re already his forever.

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𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐕 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧—𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬, “𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐞.”

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭. “𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?”

𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐝. “𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞,” 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮?”

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐩, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝.“𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐞𝐮𝐫. 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.”

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If you ever mention wanting to get married one day, he gets this soft look in his eyes.

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𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟-𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬, “𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝.”

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭. “𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬?” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐝.

“𝐌𝐦𝐡𝐦𝐦. 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐦. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭.” 𝐀 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. “𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.” 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲.

“𝐎𝐡, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲?” “𝐎𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲.” 𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞. “𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐛é𝐛é. 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭.”

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐫, “𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐲.” 𝐀𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲—𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬, “𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐞.”

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He’s already thinking about how he’ll propose. Secretly has a Pinterest board for your future home together. i have one too.

Lowkey dreams of having a big family and is already planning how he’ll spoil your future kids. If someone asks if he sees a future with you, his answer is always the same.“Of course. She’s my everything.”

Ibrahima Konaté is the ultimate boyfriend( i wanna marry him so bad)—soft, playful, protective, and hopelessly in love with you. He treats you like his queen, his safe place, and his best friend all in one.

#ibrahima konate #ibou konate #ibou konate x reader #lfc #mirah thoughts #liverpool fc #france nt #frenchies on top #ibrahima konate x reader #i need this man honestly

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formulalfc · 1 year ago

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I think that Dom would be the type of dad that “argues” with his son about reader like “she loves the most”, “she was my wife/gf before being your mom” things like that (sorry for my bad English btw)

wait i love this sm :/

your little boy had woken you both up at the crack of dawn, climbing in between you both and snuggling into you, earning a grunt from domi as he gets shoved back. you giggle and let your baby boy snuggle into your chest, watching as domi glares at your baby from next to you as he pulls you both into him. domi tries to give you a kiss but your baby pushes his face away shouting at him "no, my mummy". you're holding your laughter in while domi tries to fight back telling him "well that's my wife and she was all mine before you came along". but your son was having none of it, going out of his way to smooch your cheeks and nestle into you, smirking at his dad the whole time.

inbox is open send me some ramble requests <3

#blurbs with shan ;)#dominik szoboszlai #dominik szoboszlai blurb #dominik szoboszlai smut #dominik szoboszlai x reader #dominik szoboszlai imagine #szobo #liverpool fc #liverpool football club #lfc #liverpool #liverpool fc x reader #liverpool football club x reader #lfc x reader #lfc players

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f1daydreamers · 7 months ago

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𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬 [𝐓𝐀𝟔𝟔] 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟔

gif credits: @trenty

Pairing: Trent Alexander-Arnold x Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It won’t take you long."

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

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

“Fine,” he grumbled.

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

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

He could just throw it out.

The thought crossed his mind almost immediately.

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

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

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

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

Out of sight, out of mind.

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

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

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

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

It was annoying, unsettling.

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

Silence.

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

Still nothing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Either you’d fallen asleep, or...

“Is she dead?” Harvey asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You exhaled, thinking, I slept through it anyway.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He hummed, his eyes scanning the text.

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

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But the gesture behind it was unexpectedly sweet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But then it hit you. Y/N.

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

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

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

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

Until now.

...

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, he did,” you confirmed.

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

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

Wataru nodded, clearly pleased.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Guess he is.”

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You too." Trent added.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Getting colder,” you commented.

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

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

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

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

“Someone stalking my Insta?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mhm," you trailed off, smiling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Charming,” you retorted.

Trent shook his head, getting into his car.

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

...

Part 7

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ts1m1kas · 1 year ago

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Original Ask: whenever you can would you be willing to write a piece about dominik and the reader being in the shy honeymoon stage of their relationship 🩷🩷🩷

Word Count: 1040 words

(author's note: my first dominik request !! i hope you enjoy it, my lovelies 🩷 i'm so sorry if you feel it doesn't match your ask, i've been so uninspired lately so i hope this makes up for my absence !!)

Anyone who looked at Dominik and Y/N would think they were a couple. They were inseparable. Being around each other at all times was normal for the pair, along with the subtle glances and their hands that were so often intertwined.

It was an average day for the pair. Y/N had gone over to Dominik’s house, eventually ending up in his bed, asleep in his arms. She couldn’t say she was surprised as it wasn’t the first time it had happened. Although the lines between friendship and romance had been blurred, the two adults still refused to address what was going on between them.

Y/N knew Dominik had training so she felt selfish for wanting to keep him tucked up in bed with her. Under the plush covers of his bed, wrapped in Dominik’s arms was her favourite place to be. He stirred softly, subconsciously pulling her closer to his body.

“Domi, it’s time to wake up. You’ve got training.”

The Hungarian grumbled, tucking his face into the side of her neck, clinging on to the last remains of sleep. He knew he had to wake up, but the bliss he felt in that moment clouded his rational thoughts.

“Five more minutes, it won’t take long for me to get ready.”

“No, you need to get up now. Your version of five minutes is more like fifty.”

He let out a laugh, now fully awake. He pressed a kiss to Y/N’s head and got up out of bed. He pulled on his training clothes and busied himself with getting ready. He ate breakfast, packed his bag and brushed his teeth before jogging back upstairs to say goodbye to Y/N.

“Bye gyönyörű, I’ll see you after training, okay?"

“Goodbye Dom, see you later.”

He waved at her as he exited the room and then turned his attention to putting his training bag into the boot of his car. Getting into the driver's seat, his mind wandered to Y/N. Dominik wanted nothing more than for her to be his girlfriend. She was kind, beautiful, and outgoing. He could list her good traits for as long as time. However, the fear of rejection had sunk its claws into him, and he remained silent about his feelings.

He pulled into the car park of the training facility and turned off the ignition of his car. He grabbed his bag from the boot and headed to the reception to sign in. Making his way to the changing rooms, he spotted Curtis walking ahead of him.

“Curtis wait for me,” Dominik said, catching the attention of the scouser.

Curtis stopped in his tracks and turned around. He stood still as he waited for Dominik to catch up.

“You alright, Dom?”

Dominik nodded his head and the pair continued the short walk to the changing rooms. Once they arrived they pushed the door open and began to undress to put on their training gear.

“You know, I’ve been planning on asking this girl out. She’s the new social media intern. Have you seen her?”

Dominik’s heart dropped. He knew exactly who Curtis was talking about and the idea of them getting together made him feel sick.

“Are you talking about Y/N? I think she has a boyfriend.”

“Oh really? Who’s her boyfriend?”

“Me.”

Curtis’ face fell.

“Sorry Dom, I didn’t realise.” Curtis scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with the man in front of him.

“Don’t worry about it. Not many people know.”

Training went on as usual. Curtis tried to stay out of Dominik’s way while the Hungarian was having an internal crisis. He didn’t even know where the claim that he and Y/N were together came from. He was so blinded by silent rage that his thoughts weren’t coherent. He just said the first thing that came to his head.

He had to make it come true. He knew that if he let Y/N fall through his fingers he would regret it.

Once the team had been dismissed, Dominik rushed to grab his bags and pulled his car keys out of his pocket. The journey home was short, but in that moment it felt like an eternity.

As soon as he was parked in the driveway, he sprung out of the car and unlocked the front door.

“Y/N? Where are you?” He urged, the adrenaline surge giving him the confidence to finally tell the girl he loved how he felt about her after so many years.

“In here,” she replied from the living room, “Is everything okay?”

Dominik strode down the corridor and stopped in the doorway of the room Y/N sat in and looked straight at her.

“We need to talk, now.”

Her eyes widened and she patted the empty seat next to her, signalling for him to sit down.

“What are we?”

“Dom, what do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. Are we a couple? Are we friends?”

Y/N looked down at her hands. She picked at the skin on her fingers and fidgeted. She had been in love with Dominik for nearly as long as he had with her. The idea of them being a couple was something she had only dreamed of and now that Dominik had brought it up, she didn’t know what to say.

“Dominik, I don’t know-”

“I’m in love with you. I have been since the day I met you. It’s fine if you don’t feel the same way, but I can’t keep this to myself anymore.”

Y/N twisted her body to face the man who sat next to her. With trembling hands, she cupped his face and pressed her lips to his. Dominik was taken by surprise, but that didn’t stop him from kissing back as enthusiastically as he could muster.

When they broke apart, Dominik smiled down at Y/N.

“I think that answers my question.”

The silence that hung in the air was no longer filled with uncertainty and unsureness. It was filled with relief and reassurance. The silent agreement between the pair had been a long time coming, and both of them couldn’t be happier.

“I’d hope so,” Y/N responded, pressing a second kiss to his lips.

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mountsgirl · 1 year ago

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Shower-Dominik Szoboszlai

In honour of last night’s Carabao Cup win

Pairing: Dominik x fem!reader

Summary: Dom makes it up to you

an: hi guys, so this is my first fic, hope you like it! based on a disscussion with a very lovely anon warnings: smut

'Come on, what was I supposed to do? Not talk to anyone?' he sighed, not understanding why you were so mad. “Dominik, she was all over you and you did nothing to stop her!” you say. The night out at a club in Liverpool with some of Dominik's teammates left a bitter taste as you had to watch girls throwing themselves at your boyfriend the whole time. 'You're just insecure, always thinking that I’ll leave you' your boyfriend says without even thinking about what came out of his mouth. You don't even try to argue with him, while holding back tears, you left your shared kitchen and decided to take a shower in order to calm yourself down. As you turned on the shower, you cursed at how cold the water was and quickly turned it to a hotter temperature. Tears started streaming down your cheeks with Dominik's words echoing in your mind. As he realized what he did and how this must’ve affected you, Dominik opened the bathroom door to find your silky black dress and underwear thrown on the ground and the shower cabin all foggy from the hot water. He stripped himself from his clothes and opened the shower cabin, much to your surprise. 'Get out!' you say firmly but he doesn't move and instead he kisses you hungrily, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer, feeling all of him. 'I'm sorry baby. You're the most gorgeous woman in my life and no one can take me away from you. I was an idiot, let me make it up to you szerelmem' he says getting down on his knees before you. You let out a moan as he smirks and puts your right leg on his shoulder. He traces your inner thigh with his lips, nibbling on your sensitive skin as your breath hitches in your throat. The next thing you feel is his tongue on your core, drawing endless moans of pleasure out of you. 'So wet and sweet, just for me, right baby?' 'Dominik please' you whine at the loss of contact. 'Please what?' 'Please touch me' you say and he doesn't need to hear anything more as his mouth make contact with your pussy again. Your thighs tremble at the pleasure you feel from his touch and your only reaction to the dirtiest sounds of him eating you out are the shameless moans you make. He holds your thighs with his strong hands, preventing you to close them as you feels your orgasm approaching. 'Dominik' you scream his name as he brings you to your climax, licking the juices running down your thighs. You let out another moan as he rises and kisses you like the world was ending right then and there. You wrap your arms around him as he holds you by your waist whispering in your ear 'I love you and I'm sorry, I didn't meant anything I said'. You kiss him again 'I love you too'.

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furybymoonlight · 8 months ago

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See Me (Now) - Part III [FINAL]

Pairing: Trent Alexander Arnold x OC/Reader

Warning/Genre: NSFW! Smut, Age Gap (3 years), Fluff, Angst, friends to lovers

Part I

Part II

***

“Drink.”

“I already did.”

She said, puzzled.

“Drink more, gonna have to make sure you’re perfectly sober and hydrated when I fuck you senseless at last.”

***

It was one in the morning. The streets of Liverpool were mostly empty as Trent’s G-Wagon made its way through the city. The man had just spoken to her once, in the beginning of their drive, to make sure that she’s using her seatbelt and that she’s not cold. He also didn’t play any music to fill the silence, which gave her a hint into his state of mind. He never drove in silence, except when he’s really tense or angry, or worse, both. It didn’t help that even in that situation, her body was still buzzing, not with alcohol, but a highly sexual charge, courtesy of the driver of the car.

Had they just done…whatever the hell it was? It still hadn’t fully registered in her mind, but she guessed it was real, because her lips were swollen, and her body was still burning. She had also now become hyperaware of everything about him, like the way he effortlessly steered the wheel with one hand, the hand that has touched her in ways that she had never even imagined, or how even in the dark of the car he still looked devastatingly handsome.

The tension in her took a hike as she entered his house, more of a mansion really, which he had just recently bought. She had never been there before, but she had seen the interior during their video calls. The living room was so grand, it could have fit dozens of her small crampy student apartment. She hugged herself, the fiery sensation in her body ebbing away. She suddenly felt small and out of place. Him and her…they were really worlds apart now.

“How much did you drink?”

He asked, catching her off guard, and all she could do was stared at him because she had no clue at all.

Seemingly catching on that her silence meant that she had drunk too much, Trent’s jaw tightened.

“I’ll get you something to eat.” He said before he made his way to the kitchen, leaving her alone.

She looked around her, wild questions and scenarios jumbling in her head. What was she doing here? Did he truly like her more than just life-long friend? If he liked her then why the hell did he kiss the girl in the club? Who was that girl anyway? Was he just playing with her now that he’s famous?

Her stomach dropped at that unbearable thought.

If he did treat her just as his plaything…it would destroy her, but even if he truly like her as a woman, should they really cross the line? They had a different life now. Would the risk be worth it? Their connection was everything for her, she had never imagined her life without him.

Her head spinning, she took a seat on his ridiculously large and comfortable sofa. A tray with a glass of water, a banana, and some crackers suddenly dropped on to the table in front of her, courtesy of the younger, who settled beside her.

“You should have these.”

His cold, rather indifferent tone ticked her off, she couldn’t help but scoff at him.

“You’re mad at me, really?”

His gaze pierced her, luscious lips curled in a sign of distaste.

“You were seriously drunk and glued yourself to a random stranger, even you’re still a bit drunk now, can you blame me?”

“You kissed another girl.”

She bitterly said, then grimaced when she realized it possibly didn’t make any sense to him. God, she hated how she sounded like a jealous girlfriend, when he wasn’t even hers. To her surprise, he simply shook his head.

“No, I did not. A random girl kissed me and I removed myself immediately. Ask my mates if you must.”

Her eyes rounded at his unexpected answer, suddenly feeling like a weight had been lifted off her. Silence filled the room.

“I…” She stopped, suddenly at loss of what to say. She took a sip of water and slowly rose from the sofa, intending to put some distance away from him. She needed to think, and she couldn’t, not with him being so close.

A gasp left her mouth when Trent pulled her back, and she somehow found herself sitting sideways on his lap, arms splayed across his broad chest. He circled her waist with his left arm, one hand cupping her face, so she had no choice but to look at him. Her heart slammed against her chest. He was so close that their breaths mingled together.

“Trent –“

“You have been avoiding me, and I let you play your game. I thought if I was patient enough, you’d come around, that at the very least we could start to talk again, really talk.”

“Well – “

“But hey, there you were, getting fucking wasted…dancing with some random fucking guy in that dress. That guy could easily be a criminal you know. Did you do it to get back at me?”

He bombarded her, rich brown eyes glinting with ire, voice sharpened with dark emotions.

“No!”

She managed to break free even though she stumbled. Feeling like she was in the danger of suffocating any minute, she walked to a large glass window in the middle of the living room, slowly as she couldn’t trust her legs at that moment. She knew the window was facing his vast garden but currently it was pitched black outside. She crossed her arms, feeling his eyes drilling her back. The room was comfortably warm, but she felt strangely cold.

“It wasn’t like that. I saw you with that girl…and I…I just wanted to escape, to not think at all, hence the drink…and Dan.”

“Dan?”

“The guy’s name…I think.”

“You can’t remember your alcohol intake, but you remember his name? Really?”

Her mind was so hazy in the club that she hadn’t really think much when he said he didn’t like it when she danced with other guys, but now….was it jealousy in his voice?

She turned around to face him, who was suddenly standing tall just a few feet away, throwing daggers at her with his eyes. She let out a deep breath, then asked her question. Her bravery improved by the alcohol which still had a grasp on her, though not by much.

“Trent…do you really like me?”

“Do I – are you seriously asking me that?”

He looked at her like she had grown two heads.

“I do. Do you really like me as more than friends?”

“I kissed you a week ago, told you today you’re all I see, then kissed you again…and more, and you still ask me that?”

The anger in him appeared to be gone, replaced by disbelief. His words rang true, but she just somehow couldn’t believe it.

“This is just….all too sudden isn’t it? Like - if you hadn’t kissed me that day of my return, I never would have guessed. Trent – wait -”

In a flash, he was right in front of her, cornering her against the window. She tried to push him back, but he deftly trapped her wrists with his left hand, bringing it above her head, then stepped forward even closer. Their bodies pressed together, as close as could be with their clothes on. Her heart missed a few beats and her body instantly lit up.

“You said you wanted me to see you, but you didn’t see me at all do you?”

Before she even could process his question, his lips claimed hers in a hungry kiss, destroying her train of thoughts in an instant. He kissed her the way he played football, passionate, relentless, like he could do it forever, and she wished he really could.

Still keeping her mouth and wrists hostage, his right hand traced her heated skin, along the side of her neck, down to her shoulders, then to her breasts. A muffled moan left her as he kneaded the swollen peaks, the dress a meaningless barrier. He then continued down, his hand slipping beneath her dress to squeeze her rear and pressed it forward against his still covered hardness.

“We still need to….talk..”

She said in a breathless moan when he finally freed her lips and wrists to suck hard on the skin of her neck, sinking his teeth in several spots. She shivered, molten heat dripped down straight to her core. It would leave marks and it would take work to cover it. However, as she had just found out herself in that second, him marking her was a total turn on.

“Okay.”

He said against her shoulder, voice thick with desire, while unzipping her dress, and the next second she was clad only in her strapless bra and panties.

“What –“

“We’ll talk, but first… jump.”

As if spellbound, she did as he asked, wrapping her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist.

“Good girl.”

He whispered against her ear, making her flushed even more, if it was possible. Propping her with his arms, he carried her across the living room and towards the – kitchen?

Still carrying her, he took an opened bottle of water in the middle of the kitchen island with one hand and brought it to her mouth.

“Drink.”

“I already did.”

She said, puzzled.

“Drink more, gonna have to make sure you’re perfectly sober and hydrated when I fuck you senseless at last.”

She didn’t know how to respond to that and her throat all of a sudden felt dry indeed, so she drank, feeling the cold water did nothing to dampen the fever inside of her. He then put the bottle down before claiming her mouth again, smothering her senses. The next thing she knew, she was lying on his bed stark naked, moaning with his mouth suckling and fondling her aching mounds.

“Have imagined about these babies for so long…”

He muttered before lavishing kisses down her abdomen, fingers pinching her tautened peaks, making her back arched. The fire in her was raging and getting more unbearable by the seconds.

“Trent – please - ”

She weaved her fingers through his soft springy hair. She knew they should talk first and set thing straight before doing something as big as this, too much was at stake, but her common sense was gone at that moment.

“What do you want baby?”

“Just….you.”

Moving back up, he pressed their foreheads together, their eyes locked, hips instinctively grinding against her soaking core. He already divested his clothes but still had his briefs on, and she needed more...friction. She could see the carnal longing in his eyes, as she was sure reflected in hers as well.

Her heart slammed against her ribcage. She had never been more nervous. She wasn’t totally without experience. She went on a few dates and had one, albeit very fleeting, relationship before she went away. She knew Trent had had some girlfriends as well, all of them short-lived, though she didn’t recall he had any in the last couple of years.

“I want you too, you have no idea how much.”

He muttered against her mouth before snatching her lips again, as if he couldn’t help it. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes briefly before staring at her again.

“But first…”

He trailed off and swiftly rolled on the side to sit against the pillows. He then easily arranged her to sit in front of him in a kneeling position, facing him with his hips between her folded legs.

“Let’s talk.”

It took her a couple of seconds to understand what he was talking about. What the-

“Now? Seriously?!”

“Hmmm.”

He said, settling his hands on the small of her back, suddenly sounded not too certain. He chewed on his lower lip and her eyes dropped to his mouth. Damn it, she wanted to have a bite as well.

“Don’t get me wrong, I want to sink myself in you so bad, I am dying to, you can literally feel how much…but I don’t want us to do this when you still have doubts about me. I don’t want you to regret this, ever.”

She felt like laughing, crying, and kissing him at the same time. If her body wasn’t currently shouting for him, she would find their situation comical. Her and Trent, naked, in bed…just talking. Gotta hand it to him to still have logic at a time like this. Feeling like he was way older and more mature than her now.

“All right.”

“Do you like me?”

He asked her bluntly.

“I do.”

She said, managing to look straight at him although she couldn’t help the blush on her face. His lips tugged into a sincere smile.

“How long?”

“Looking back now, I think I started to feel differently for you quiet a while before I moved away...you’ve always been special to me Trent, you know that, but when I finally had to go away…there were times that leaving you felt like it was unbearable.”

Her fingers trailed along his defined jaw before she brushed her lips softly against his.

“So yes, I like you, more than that actually - but it’s fine if you don’t love me back – yet – I – I mean the important thing now is you like me too. I –“

He shushed her with a soft kiss of his own, looking deep into her eyes with unabashed affection.

“Three years then…well…I win…try five years. I was seventeen, just lost a match and beating myself up because of it, staying all day in my room. So afraid that was as far as I could go in football, that I would never make it to a first team anywhere. That I would just disappoint my family who have sacrificed so much.”

She gaped at him, in total disbelief of what she was hearing.

“You burst into my room, telling me to man up and return to training, you said I’d make it into the team because I was bloody brilliant, but that even if I didn’t, it didn’t matter...you smiled and hugged me, and said that perhaps I hadn’t seen it yet, but there’s more to life than football and that whatever path I treaded in life, you’d be with me every step of the way. That’s when I knew you’re it for me.”

Gently tucking the strands of her hair behind her ear, he continued his shocking confession.

“So I tried to be there for you for everything, hoping in vain that you’d notice me as more. I watched you go on dates, so I dated as well, wanted to erase you from my mind, which turned out impossible. Then there’s Ben, the guy’s name couldn’t be more boring, honestly, just like his personality, thank God you came to your senses quickly with him. After him, you said that you’d focus on your study, so I held my tongue, quite content with being your go-to person, even though it broke me that you’re so far away.”

“Trent…”

“I had a plan for your return you know, asking you out on a date and all…but you started spouting nonsense about being a sister and I just couldn’t cope with it anymore, so I kissed you.”

He kissed her then, slowly at first, before delving his tongue inside her parted lips, hands smoothened the naked skin of her back, creating delicious shivers as they passed. Her world shifted as he toppled her down onto the bed, him on top of her, propping himself on one forearm so he didn’t crush her, his other hand tantalizingly gliding all over her naked body.

“So yeah, I’ve loved you for five years, wishing that every smile, every hug, every call, every message that we exchange means more to you. Five fucking years…going crazy with countless dreams about you, some sweet, others are wild, and the rest…’’

He pressed his still clothed arousal against her flooded entrance in a teasing manner, earning him a soft moan from her.

‘’…borderline illegal that you’d perhaps run away from me if you knew.”

‘’I…had no idea.’’

That’s all she could say to him. Her heart filled with overwhelming emotions, shock, relief, passion, lust, and so much happiness and love that she felt like she could fly at any moment.

‘’Well now you know.’’

He said as he bestowed a kiss on her forehead then her temple.

‘’So see me now…kissing you..’’

He whispered before kissing the spot behind her earlobe, then down to ravish her mouth.

‘’See me now… pleasuring you…’’

His mouth hovered against the valley of her breasts then captured one pebbled tip into his mouth, rolling the other with his fingers, before switching up the treatment. She shuddered as another stream of pleasure pooled at the center of her.

‘’See me now…worshipping you…’’

She could feel his hot breath on the junction of her thighs and then he delved his tongue into her, slithering through her wet folds. He played her like a violin, and her body was a tight string, getting tighter with every tantalizing move of his tongue.

“You taste better than I imagine baby…my all-time favorite flavor.”

He said, voice heavy with desire, then he licked her upward from the bottom of her weeping core before twirling the swollen nub right above her entrance and gently sucked it. Massive electric current ran through her body and she was done, a high pitch scream of his name left her mouth. He seized her mouth again, letting her taste herself, before aligning his pelvis with hers, his arousal now completely uncovered, eyes almost black with unbridled passion.

‘’See me now… making you mine.’’

Trent buried himself inside of her in one swift move. She was more than ready to receive him, but still as he filled her to the hilt, a little sense of discomfort appeared. He was thick.

He stared at her with concern, muscles tensed as he held himself back.

“All right? Just breathe baby.”

He peppered her with kisses, whispering sweet nothings in her ears to give her time to adapt. It wasn’t long before she rocked her hip, signaling him to move, but he held her still.

“I’m clean. Are you still on the pill?”

She nodded. She hadn’t been dating for a long time, the pill had been more of a convenience means to regulate her period, at least until that moment. It made her realize then just how close they were, how she told him deeply private details about her, hell, even her parents didn’t know that.

“Good...for now. One day I hope you won’t need to be.”

Before she could think about his words, the younger began to move, and her brain shut down. He took her in an unhurried pace, his eyes locked on hers, clearly wanting to savor the moment, but her body was still so sensitive from her previous release that it didn’t take much for her to reach her peak again. A simple twist of his hip and her body quaked involuntarily, eyes fluttered shut as another wave of storm washed over her.

Trent stopped moving, taking a long count to inhale and exhale in an effort not to follow her. Her muscles finally loosened, though barely, and he pulled himself out. A whine left her mouth without she realized it.

“So greedy for me.”

He teased, before making themselves lying sideways and spooned her from behind, embedding himself in her again. He thrust into her in a fast pace then, branding her across every part that he could reach with his lips, one hand playing with the rigid tip of her breasts, his right on her hip to anchor his thrusts.

“Give me more babe.”

“Trent….I can’t…”

She said even as the pressure of another climax began to build quickly inside of her. She had just experiences two best releases of her life, she couldn’t bear a third one. He nipped at her neck.

“You’ve made me pining over you for years baby….I want more…you need to give me more, babe, one more.”

He sounded so demanding that even in the throes of passion, she still had it in her to give him a side eye.

“Look who’s the greedy one.”

She returned his teasing, expected him to chuckle at her jab. Trent cradled her chin between his thumb and forefinger to make her face him, before giving her a rough, thorough kiss which rendered her breathless.

“When it comes to you Princess? You have no idea.”

He said without any humor, eyeing her with absolute possessiveness. He continued to ravage her then, keeping their eyes locked together. It’s like he needed her to literally see him as he’s owning her.

He grazed a certain sweet spot within her, and she jolted, her moaning increased by numbers, yet she still couldn’t look away, trapped by his intense gaze.

“That’s it….such a good girl for me…only me.”

He hissed as he felt her inner walls began to tighten again around him. He felt unbelievable inside her, crazily good, that she lost her mind.

“Baby please…Trent…”

His name came out in a pleading voice. She was on the verge of a burning cliff and he was the only one who could bring her to absolution.

“Come for me, Princess.”

He gave a hard thrust before pulling himself back until his tip is almost out, then drove deep into her for the final time, meshing their mouth together at the same time. She burst then, breaking to pieces as her walls wonderfully clenching him, pushing him through not a second after. She then felt his warmth filled her, but her eyes had already begun to close. She was wholly spent.

“Mine....at last.”

She vaguely heard him and felt his arms around her. The sound of his heartbeat, though still fast, lulled her to the dreamland.

Ray of sunshine seeping through the large bedroom window roused her from her sleep. Her eyes flickered open, she found herself still wrapped in Trent’s embrace. For a second she tensed, couldn’t remember where she was, then last night event flashed through her brain and she relaxed. God, she was sore all over, rarely used muscles throbbing inside of her. She slowly turned around, finding him still deeply asleep and smiled. He looked so adorable in his sleep. Kissing him on the cheek, she grabbed the nearest shirt that she could find, and made her way to the kitchen.

“Excuse me Miss, have you seen my girl by any chance? I think she is around your height, pretty smile, sexy as sin, wearing number 66 on her back?”

In the light of day, he looked just like the sweet Trent that she usually saw around their family. She rolled her eyes at his cheesy lines but couldn’t resist a blush and a smile. He’s just a cute dork sometimes, well, a half naked cute handsome dork with chiseled form and grey sweatpants which was hanging enticingly on his hip.

She looked away in the pretense to turn off the stove, though it was already off.

“Hmm...I think she is right here.”

She said, trying hard not to get flustered.

“She definitely is, and ooh bonus point! She’s making me an omelette for breakfast, just the way I like it. That’s like, two of my fantasies coming true.”

He admitted, giving her his adorable smile, showing his pearly white teeth. She smiled at him, couldn’t hide the fondness in her gaze.

“You’re such a dorky cutie pie sometimes, do you know that?”

He put a hand against his broad chest in an exaggerated movement as if he's offended.

“Excuse me? I am not. I am a grown up fella.”

“One fact does not negate the other you know.”

He tilted his head then, doe eyes flickered with mischievous glint.

“Hmmm. Want to know what else you’re doing with this so-called cutie pie in his fantasy?

Cornering her against the kitchen counter, his hands slipped beneath her shirt, one squeezed her breasts, another dipping between her legs.

“What?”

Her voice came out breathless.

His whisper against her ear was a promise of an immediate action, sending tingles to her every nerve ending.

“My number….plus three, with you all tied up.”

Author’s Note: Aaand that's it! Thank you all for reading my first ever Trent story! Phew this took a while cause really, I love smut but writing smut is hard! Hopefully you enjoy reading this as much as I love making this. Apology for any mistakes as again, I'm not a native. Anway this turned out faar longer than I imagined :A: hope you don’t get bored. Let me know what you think and thank you for reading! <3

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