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[paulmccartneymybeloved]

I'm feeling very sad and very hopeless atm BUT the club night I go to is doing a Liverpool VS Manchester special tonight WHICH MEANS hearing The Beatles AND THE Wombats !!!!!

[carebearcody]

leicester away in 19/20 was trent’s game. leicester away 22/23 is curtis’ game <3

[killa-trav]

see i'm annoyed ab the saka pen mainly cos that was literally given against us on sunday when elliot did the same fucking thing like why is there such a difference between the standard of referring it's such a fucking joke man

[daftlads]

"you really don't want to do london alone." jo/nsam...

@worldneeds -- answered.

"i don't really want to do london at all, like." it falls out of him quicker than he'd meant it to - it's not that he doesn't want to live with jon. it's more that this is like moving to another planet. it's always hot down here, and the people are unkind, and even opening his mouth feels like a mistake, more so than usual. none of the street names mean anything to him, all of the shops are too posh, everyone moves too quickly.

he'd say he thought the same thing about sheffs when he moved there, but he'd be lying. sheffield isn't small by any means, and it's not as though the people magically get nicer once you pass birmingham, but it made sense to him. it's now he realises he's going to miss it. "you're very lucky, you know that? no man in the world could do this to me but you."

[justascrollingghost]

‘What about Liverpool?’ Babes I come from a Man U household I’ll be disowned if I even suggest moving to Liverpool🥴😂

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

Again, not an exhaustive list but for anyone else in the UK, these are where riots are expected today:

Aldershot - Immigration Advisors at 40 Victoria Road GU11 1TH, starting at 19:30.

Bedford - Immigration INN (Inn?) on Ford End Road MK40 4JT, at 20:00.

Birmingham - Refugee and Migrant Centre on Frederick Street B1 3HN, beginning at 20:00.

Bishop Auckland - outside the Town Hall on Market Place DL14 7NP.

Blackburn - Rafiq Immigration Services on Whalley Road BB5 1AA, at 20:00.

Blackpool - Immigration Solicitors at the Enterprise Centre on Lytham Road FY1 1EW, starting at 20:00.

Bolton - Deane & Bolton Immigration Lawyers on Chorley New Road BL1 4QR, at 20:00.

Brentford - UK Immigration Help in The Mile on 1000 Great West Road TW8 9DW, starting around 19:00.

Brighton - Raj Rayan Immigration in Queensberry House at 106 Queens Road BN1 3XF, starting either at 19:30 or 20:00.

Bristol - Gya Williams Immigration on West Street BS2 OBL, at 20:00.

Burnley - at Thompson Park on 111 Ormerod Rioad BB11 3QWat, starting at 13:00.

Canterbury - UK Immigration Clinic in the Canterbury Innovation Centre CT2 7FG, at 20:00.

Chatham - Immigration Status UK on Maidstone Road ME5 9FD, at 20:00.

Cheadle - Intime Immigration Services on Brooks Drive SK8 3TD, at 20:00.

Chelmsford - UK Immigration Information Centre on Violet Close CM1 6XG, at 20:00.

Derby - Immigration Advisory Service, Normanton Road DE23 6US, at 20:00.

Dover - Kent Immigration and Visa Advice at 5A Castle Hill Road CT16 1QG, reportedly around 20:00.

Durham - in Crook at Market Place, at 18:00. (Unsure as to whether this is the same one as in Bishop Auckland as I know Crook is near there?)

Finchley - Immigration and Nationality Services within Foundation House at 4 Percy Road N128BU, around 19:00.

Harrow - Yes UK Immigration and North Harrow Community Library within the Business Centre at 429-433 Pinner Road HA1 4HN, in North Harrow, at 19:00.

Hastings - Black Rock Immigration at 37 Cambridge Gardens TN34 1EN, at 20:00.

Hull - Conroy Baker Immigration Lawyer in Norwich House, 1 Savile Street HU1 3ES, at 20:00.

Lewisham - the Clock Tower, SE13 5JH, 19:00.

Lincoln - Immigration Lawyer Services on Carlton Mews LN2 4FJ, at 20:00.

Liverpool - Merseyside Refugee Centre in St Anne's Centre on 7 Overbury Street L7 3HJ, at 20:00.

Liverpool - Sandpiper Hotel (might be on Ormskirk Old Road? if any scousers can clarify where that is, that'd be great) at 13:00.

Middlesbrough - Immigration Advice Centre which is the Co-Operative Buildings at 251 Linthorpe Road TS1 4AT, at 20:00.

Newcastle - United Immigration Services in Artisan Unit 3, The Beacon on Westgate Road NE4 9PQ, at 20:00.

Northampton - Zenith Immigration Lawyers at 2 Talbot Road NN1 4JB, starting at 20:00.

Nottingham - East Midlands Immigration Services at 15 Stonesbury Vale NG2 7UR, at 20:00.

Oldham - somewhere on Ellen Street 0L9 6QR, at 20:00

Oxford - Asylum Welcome in Unit 7 in Newtec Place on Magdelen Road OX4 1RE, around 19:00. [Updated as of 15:53]

Peterborough - Smart Immigration Services in Laxton House at 191 Lincoln Road PE1 2PN, at 20:00.

Plymouth - in a Morrisons car park, I don't know which but I saw Victory Parade associated with it? If anyone from Plymouth can clarify, please do. Not sure on time.

Portsmouth - UK Border Agency at Kettering Terrace PO2 8QN, at 20:00

Preston - Adriana Immigration Services at 109 Church Street PR1 3BS, at 19:00 or 20:00.

Rotherham - Parker Rhodes Hickmotts, The Point S60 1BP, at 20:00.

Sheffield - City Hall on Barker's Pool S1 2JA, at 13:00.

Sheffield - White Rose Visas at 101 Wilkinson Street S10 2GJ, at 20:00.

Southampton - Y-Axis Immigration Consultants, Cumberland Place on Grosvenor Square SO15 2BG, at 20:00.

Southend - MNS Immigration Solicitors on Ditton Court Road SS0 7HG, at 20:00.

Stoke-On-Trent - ZR Visas on Metcalfe Road ST6 7AZ, in Tunstall, at 20:00.

Sunderland - North of England Refugee Service which is in Suite 12 in the Eagle Building at 201 High Street East SR1 2AX, at 20:00.

Swindon - I have no details for this, just seen that something might be kicking off there.

Tamworth - Lawrencia & Co Immigration Solicitors within the Amber Business Village on Amber Close B77 4RP, no details on time unfortunately.

Walthamstow - Waltham Forest Immigration Bureau at 187 Hoe Street E17 3AP, at 20:00.

Wigan - Support for Wigan Arrivals Project, Penson Street WN1 2LP, at 20:00.

York - only detail I've got it is York Stay City Hotel.

[sunrizef1]

Proper Scouser

pairing: Max verstappen x alexander-arnold!reader Trent Alexander Arnold x sister!reader

warnings: none, man united

authors note: guys I'm working on whiv I swear 😭 all the other chapters came out during break so I had time. But I already had this mostly finished and after that united loss I had to post it

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y/narnold99

liked by trentarnold66 andyrobertson94 and 308,068 others

y/narnold99 7 reasons to smile 😁

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user1 I love her

user2 TAKE THAT UNITED

user3 up the reds

user4 UNITED IN THE MUD

user5 the caption… Trent’s sisters lowk class

user6 warra top 4 for Liverpool

user7 keep crying mate

trentarnold66 😁

user8 United fans crying in the comments

virgilvandijk was it entertaining? 😂

y/narnold99 🙏 very

user9 7up

user10 ❤️❤️❤️

user11 tell your brother to defend better

darwin_n9 VAMOS!!!

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user12 Trent’s so fit man

user13 the scouser in our team

user14 ALLEZ ALLEZ ALLEZ

curtisjr 🔥🔥🔥

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user15 I ❤️ y/n

user16 that’s embarrassing mate

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MESSAGES

y/narnold99 has added to their story

TWITTER

MESSAGES

INSTAGRAM

y/narnold99 added to their story

trentarnold66 replied to your story

we win and you’re out celebrating without me???

fake 😒

y/narnold66

you’ll get over it mate

trentarnold66

so…

who is it?

y/narnold99

none of your business

trentarnold66

what

I’m gonna tell Virgil you’re being mean to me

y/narnold99

He’ll be on my side

go back to dating my friends without me knowing

trentarnold66

that was one time!

and she sucked so

you really should be thanking me for revealing that she was a terrible person 🤷‍♂️

y/narnold99

my dates calling me

bye loser

tell Curtis I said his goal was really good

trentarnold99

don’t call me a loser

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virgilvandijk replied to your story

Do I get to know about mystery man?

y/narnold99

Yeah sure

It’s max

Don’t tell Trent though

virgilvandijk

I won’t haha

Nice kid though

He’s got the Dutch approval

y/narnold99

Thanks virg

Nice win today btw

virgilvandijk

Thank you 🫡

Have a good date y/n

y/narnold99

🫡

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trentarnold66

you told Virgil but not me??!!

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INSTAGRAM

y/narnold99

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yourusername a proper scouser, he is

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user17 how… romantic?

user18 YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

user19 I am fully convinced that max has not understood a single word that y/n has ever said

virgilvandijk congratulations 🎉

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user20 just imagine 3-time f1 world champion, max verstappen, navigating the city that is Liverpool

user21 they all live in Manchester anyway so he's probably fine

trentarnold66 WHY DOES THE INTERNET GET TO KNOW BEFORE ME

judebellingham a barca fan 🧐

y/narnold99 why do you know that

judebellingham dw about it

user22 MY PARENTS

landonorris damn how'd he pull you

maxverstappen1 ???

landonorris 👋

user23 I LOVE THEM SO MUCH YOU GUYS DONT GET IT

maxverstappen1 is the caption a compliment

y/narnold99 yes

user24 the way Trent had no idea is actually so funny

trentarnold66 happy for u ig

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maxverstappen ❤️

y/narnold99 ❤️

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Tags: @casperlikej

[planetpedri]

sweaterpaws!trent and it’s just reader finding it soooo ^_^ but amusing at the same time. Lmk.

The only exception — Trent Alexander-Arnold.

Pairing: Trent Alexander Arnold x Fem!Reader

Summary: You never believed in love until you met Trent. On your second date, you realize he is the only exception to your beliefs.

Word count: 545

Disclaimer/s: fluff fluff fluff with a hardly even a smudge of angst if you squint hard enough

A/N: I love him your honor. + gif from @/trentione on tumblr !

Second dates weren’t usually your thing. You’d always given up after the first, but for some reason, you couldn’t resist this one. The Scouser had completely enamored you from the start. His smile, his laugh, his accent, it was all too consuming.

Even now, as the two of you exited the restaurant, you were smiling, giggling at a joke he’d made. The car was parked a block down the road, so you two held each other close, arm in arm as you walked.

“How was the food?” Trent asks, looking down at you with a small smile.

You look up, sharing the same smile. “Amazing, how’d you hear about this place? I’ve lived here all my life and never heard of it.”

Trent shrugs, “from a friend, he proposed to his wife there, actually.” He sensed the way you tensed, swallowing thickly at how uncomfortable you’d gotten. “I’m not—no—I just—“

You reached his car, a soft laugh escaping your lips. “No, I know. It’s okay.” Your arms disconnect and you notice the way his sleeves had come to wrap over his fists.

You say nothing though, as Trent quickly switches the topic to tell you a funny story. While he speaks, you could only focus on the way his sweater sleeves had been pulled over his hands as if they were paws. You quickly reach into your pocket and pull out your phone.

“What are you—hey!” Trent laughs, shaking his head when your phone comes out to snap a picture of him. “No pictures!”

Your grin widens as you take picture after picture, sinking in the way he giggled, trying but not trying really, to stop you from doing so. “You look adorable!” You tease, fully amused by the situation.

Trent’s head shakes as if to silently tell you to stop, but he doesn’t physically make you. Instead, he covers his face and takes the few strides toward you, his arms wrapping around your waist as your phone presses against his chest. No more pictures, just him in front of you, looking into your squinted, humor filled eyes.

“What’re you doing, mister Alexander?” You quirk an eyebrow, head lulling to the side with a lopsided grin.

“I was about so ask if I could kiss you, but…” He trails off, eyes flickering across your face.

Your heart flutters, and you feign contemplation. “Hmm.” But the way he was looking at you, the way he held you so gently, you couldn’t decline. He seemed to be the only person in your life that had ever elicited such an intense emotion from you.

Trent, a man you’d only agreed to go on a date with because your best friend had begged you to, was now the only man you’d felt so strongly for.

He was the exception.

“Is that a no?” Trent asks quietly. You blink, just realizing how long you’d been silent for.

“Oh! Oh God, no! No, it’s a yes! It’s most certainly a yes!” You spew out quickly, stumbling over your words. “Sorry, I was just thinking! Yes, please.”

The brunette chuckles, his head tipping down to capture your lips in a tender kiss. A kiss you were certain would lead to many others, and hopefully a lifetime worth of them.

Likes , comments , and reblog’s are all appreciated. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in any future posts <3

DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby !

[greaseonmymouth]

another reason why lobscouse is so cool is that this stew originated in the Baltic - I've always been told it came from northern Germany, though I've also read that it's been theorised that it comes from Latvia because etymologically that might make more sense than it being from any other language (citation needed etc would love to hear from linguists about this). lobscouse doesn't really make sense as an English-originated word, or a Germanic word even, it's entirely nonsensical. in Denmark it's called skipperlabskovs or just labskovs for short (skipper is slang for sailor), and is made with cheap beef cuts and potatoes. as mentioned above this dish arrived to Liverpool via sailors.

and then Liverpudlians made it like 90% of their identity

i cant believe they call themselves liverpudlians instead of liverpoolers. sick nation

lmfao sorry i googled it to make sure and im loving this

englands be eating lobscrouse

[foreverisntenough]

‘OURS’

Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never could’ve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the ‘You’re Mine’ fic.

Index:

Chapter 1 - Size of A Plum

Chapter 2 - With a ‘U’ or an ‘O’

Chapter 3 - Auntie Laur and A Very Drunk Boy

Chapter 4 - Baby Dior

Chapter 5 - His Treble

Chapter 6 - Teddy Bear

Chapter 7 - Gonna Be Okay

Chapter 8 - A Busy December

Chapter 9 - Yes, Of Course

Chapter 10 - He’s All Yours

Chapter 11 - More of You

Chapter 12 - Mwah

Chapter 13 - Mama

Chapter 14 - Birthday Parties

Chapter 15 - Uh Oh

Chapter 16 - Ready for Spain

Chapter 17 - In Love With Her

Chapter 18 - Where Is She

Chapter 19 - Can't Do It Anymore

Chapter 20 - Miss Mama

Chapter 21 - More Spontaneous

Chapter 22 - Teddy’s Mum

Chapter 23 - Girl Dad

Chapter 24 - An Alexander-Arnold Angel

Chapter 25 - Honeymoon Heartthrob

Chapter 26 - Back at Home

Chapter 27 - In Magazines and On TV

Chapter 28 - In My Dreams

Chapter 29 - Another Fall Baby

Chapter 30 - All Ours - Complete ✨

Go read The Epilogue out now! ⇨

Warnings: This series is 18+ and will contain fluff, suggestion, SMUT (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, parenting, mental health struggles, self doubt, body image issues, daddy kink (fine, I'll admit it,) angst, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you so much for reading and completing this series. Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you thought of it. 'You're Mine' and 'Ours' have been a massive labor of love and so much fun to write. I hope you have enjoyed all 60 chapters! If you need more you can read The Epilogue, if not… The End.

P.S: Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant logistics it’s better if you just read along happily :)

[kitkatscabinet]

CALL OF DUTY MASTERLIST

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Oneshots

Always been you | From the moment you first smiled at him as children, Simon knew it would always be you.

Nothing fucks with my baby | Simon is the Earth orbiting your sun and he'll do anything to keep you safe and happy, even if that means resorting to bloody means.

Step into my parlour | deranged stepbro! Simon

All I want for Christmas | Your holiday plans are thwarted when the task force is abruptly called away for a mission.

Series

Don’t feed him he’ll come back Part 2 Part 3 | The ghost that lives in your apartment is a solitary man, people tend to stay out of his way, giving him a wide berth. You can't help but think he seems a little bit lonely, cue pestering him with bad jokes and food.

Headcanons

Inexperienced Simon

Whump/kinktober

Withdrawals

Buried alive

Edging/bondage/aftercare

John "Soap" Mactavish

Oneshots

Running home to your sweet nothings | Simon’s older sister is his entire world, the last person he has left, and someone he's fiercely overprotective of. This is too bad for Soap, who falls head over heels at first sight.

Pride | Soap's girlfriend takes him to Pride, where they meet one Kyle Garrick. AKA Soap discovering he's not as straight as he thought.

Break up with your boyfriend | Johnny and Kyle are hardly pleased with the news you're dating someone who's not them, and promptly decide to remedy the situation.

Drabbles

Trans Johnny & blowjobs

Series

Headcanons

Whump/kinktober

Drugged

Drugged (kink version)

Cockwarming

John Price

Oneshots

Limerence | While on leave John runs into an older but still familiar face, he let you slip through his fingers once and he’s determined to make sure it doesn’t happen again.

Let me bathe in your warmth | You've loved your captain quietly for months now but professionalism keeps you from making any moves. Your affection becomes difficult to hide when the Russian weather gets the best of you.

Soap, Suds and the Scouser | Due to shitty neglectful parents, Johnny's older sister had been forced to take him in and raise him as her own. As such, she's fiercely protective of him, not that he minds, at least not until she screams at his Captain.

Series

Headcanons

Whump/kinktober

Kidnapped

Torture

Masturbation/Fingering/Oral

Accidental stimulation/dry humping/public

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Oneshots

Lay all your love on me | You've been best friends with Kyle for years, but will a night of drinking and introducing you to his teammates change that?

Pride | Soap's girlfriend takes him to Pride, where they meet one Kyle Garrick. AKA Soap discovering he's not as straight as he thought.

Break up with your boyfriend | Johnny and Kyle are hardly pleased with the news you're dating someone who's not them, and promptly decide to remedy the situation.

Series

Headcanons

Whump/Kinktober

Pegging/Degradation/Overstimulation

Blood-covered hands

141

Kisses of fire | the boys as kisses (+ Alejandro + Rudy)

Heaven when you're near | the boys as hugs (+ Alejandro + Rudy)

Tiktok made me do it | With the kind of relationship that came with having a partner on deployment so often you've had to find ways to entertain yourself. TikTok provides a way to take your mind off things, it even gives you a few ideas to try out when he gets home.

Skin care & hygiene

Link to asks/prompts

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias/Trent Alexander Arnold x Reader - Dark Rivarly Part 9/15

⚠️WARNING⚠️

*Violence

Part 10 and 11 are already out on my Patreon!

Reader is Trent Alexander Arnold's twin sister. The two have been inseparable since childbirth, more so now when Reader is fresh out of university looking for a job, crashing at her brother's place whilst doing so. One day Reader gets a job offer that she cannot refuse, however it would mean working for her brother's biggest rival in football, Ruben Dias.

Enjoy!

Man City vs Liverpool. It was a disaster bound to happen. Perhaps the exact reason why Jennifer begged to tag along as you and your family gathered for a spectacular afternoon at the Etihad Stadium. The atmosphere was unmatched, the crowd giddy for what's to come. You however, couldn't stop biting your nails in agony.

"Doesn't Ruben want you sitting near his bench, why are you on Liverpool's side of the stands?"

"Because..." You said, gritting your teeth for Jenny to keep her voice down. "Only you and grandma know I'm dating Ruben."

"You seriously haven't told your parents yet? Trent I understand, but don't you think the rest of your family would be more accepting?"

"No." Was your answer. Your grandma seemed to have come to terms with the situation, but only because she had seen first hand how much you cared about Ruben and he you. He would usually drop you off at the apartment after work and was not afraid to greet grandma at the door. He would greet her with a smile on his face and fondly ask about how her day went and if business at the shop was going good. It was not an act to win her over, grandma would've seen right through that. Ruben was just genuinely a polite person who was raised right by his parents. However, you strongly believed that despite how well raised he was, it would be hard for your parents to look past the fact that Ruben played for Manchester City, the team that had robbed them of so much joy.

"I dunno?" Jenny said, after hearing you out. "That altercation between your brother and Ruben was a long time ago, don't you think they're over it by now? If I were Trent I would be, how else is he gonna be able to focus on today's game if he still got his head wrapped around what's happened in past games?"

"Trust me." You said. "If there is something my brother can do, it's to hold a grudge."

You sat back in your seats as the Liverpool crowd, including your parents, started singing. The game was about to begin.

Despite having the majority of the crowd on their side, Man City struggled to control the game. Liverpool was fighting back with their supporters chanting them on.

"We are the Scousers

The cocks of the north!"

"We hate Man United

And City of course!"

"We only drink whiskey

And bottles of brown

The Liverpool boys

Are in town!"

"Na na na na na na na na!"

"What's wrong sweetheart, why aren't you singing along?" Your mother nudged your shoulder, seeing as you were biting your nails rather than singing along with the crowd.

"Yeah, Y/N why aren't you singing along?" Jenny smiled.

You threw her an evil glance. The lump in your stomach grew heavy as you turned your attention back to the game. Ruben looked furious. It was a bad game for him. Liverpool had managed to get two goals past his defense. The worst part was that one of those goals had been done by Trent, who was now getting cocky with the support from the crowd.

"Here he goes, here he goes!" Your dad alerted.

It was another corner shot from Liverpool, taken by Mac Allister. The ball flew past all the city players' heads, landing right on top of Virgil van Dijk's, who butted the ball to the ground for Trent's foot to tap it into the goal.

"3-0!"

The Liverpool crowd were on their feet, celebrating like maniacs. The game ended with the standing result as the referee blew his whistle.

"What a game! Let's celebrate." Your dad suggested, as your family followed the stream of people leaving the stadium.

"We have to wait for Trent." Your mother said.

"Don't worry bub, he'll meet us at the restaurant. Jenny, you said you knew a place?"

"Sure. I know a place not too far away from the shop."

"Great, let's go!"

Your family and Jenny walked ahead but you were hesitant to leave.

"Y/N, you coming?"

You shook your head. "I...I should stay. Wait for Trent. He might not know the way to the restaurant."

"Suit yourself." Your dad shrugged. "Just don't let him hold you up in the locker room, the guys might take a while."

"I'll be alright." You said,  ignoring the looks that Jenny and Grandma threw your way. You were left standing in the middle of the stadium parking lot, but not the public one, the one close to the gates where fans waited in hopes of spotting their favorite player.

"I'm outside." You texted, not Trent but Ruben. You felt a need to check on him after such a tough game.

"Be there in five." He replied.

And so you waited. And waited.

Fans scattered after having their jerseys signed by City players, they were the first people to leave the building.

"Hey."

There was a light tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see Ruben, looking defeated and exhausted from the game.

"Hey." You smiled. "Tough game?"

"Don't mock me."

You frowned.  "I'm not mocking you."

He sighed, and brought you in for a hug. "I bet your family enjoyed the game though."

"Ruben. " You pulled back to look at him.

"I'm just saying." He shrugged. "It's not like they were cheering for me."

"I was cheering for you."

"Were you?

"Yes Ruben. Believe it or not but I was."

He was grumpy, kicking something invisible on the ground. "Are you coming with me or are you headed somewhere?" He raised his head to look at you.

You sighed. "My family is celebrating at a bar in town."

He snorted. "Of course they are."

You rolled your eyes. "They're here for the weekend, Ruben, what am I supposed to do? And don't make me choose between you and my family because that would be incredibly unfair."

Ruben's shoulders withered, realizing what he was making you do. "I...I'm sorry." His gym bag dropped to the ground as he reached out his arms to you. You stumbled into his warm embrace and stayed there, letting Ruben sway you in his arms. "I never meant to make you choose between me and your family." He spoke against your temple. "Just having you like this is a privilege enough for me."

Your arms wrapped tighter around Ruben's waist. He was yours to keep.

"And you didn't hear this from me...but I guess your brother played a pretty good game."

You gasped, pulling out of the hug. "Was that....a compliment I heard?"

He rolled his eyes.

"Nah ah, don't be shy now Dias, I think you just compliment your fellow rival."

He wiggled out of your grip to hide his smile.

"Are you proving to be the bigger man, is that what this is?"

"The biggest." He nodded. "Bigger than any other man you've been with."

You laughed as he railed you in, attacking your neck with wet kisses.

"Stop it Ruben, it tickles."

He mumbled against your skin. "Not until you admit that I'm the biggest you've ever had."

"Never."

"No?"

"Aaaah, Ruben." You squealed as his arm went under your legs, swooping them up under you as he lifted you up in his arms, twirling you around, bridal style.

"Ruben, please"

"Admit it."

"No, hahahah."

"You fucking....get off her!"

Suddenly you were tackled to the ground,  with Ruben trying his best not to let you hit the concrete before him. Recovering from the initial fall you looked up to see Trent, towering over Ruben with a fuming look on his face.

"Have you lost your mind?" Ruben shouted. "She could have gotten hurt." He shot to his feet, pushing Trent back two steps.

"What are you doing, touching my sister?" Trent pushed back, but didn't have as much impact on Ruben who was bigger.

"Guys, stop it!" You got up from the ground trying to come between them. A big mistake, because as Ruben wrapped a hand around your waist, checking to see if you had hurt yourself from the fall, Trent saw red.

"Trent!"

You screamed as he swung at Ruben, the blow of his fist striking Ruben on the nose, making him bleed. You stepped back as Ruben rushed your brother,  tackling him to the ground, raising himself to tower over him as he delivered equally as bone crushing punches.

"Ruben stop!" Your voice broke, your desperate shouts alerting the people around you, players and staff from both teams, rushing to disrupt the fight.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Ruben's friend John was one of the first people on the scene,  grabbing a hold of Ruben, pulling him off of your brother. It was a horrific scene with medical staff from both teams rushing to check on Trent. It was heartbreaking for you to see him like that, bloody in the face and knocked out on the ground, all in the hands of....

"Y/N?"

You flinched as someone grasped your arm. It was Ruben, who looked terrified at the way you reacted when he touched you. "It's me, don't be..." He reached out again, your eyes darting at his bruised  knuckles. Luckily John was quicker. "Let her go, let her..." He looked at you, seeing the terror in your eyes. "I'll take him home. You stay with your brother."

You nodded. "Okay."

He escorted Ruben across the parking lot, the two of them driving away in the night. Whilst the medical staff alerted for the ambulance to come, you brought your phone to light, dialing Grandma's phone number with trembling hands. She picked up after the second tone.

"Y/N?"

"Grandma?" You sniffled, phone pressed to your ear. "It's all my fault....."

[player1064]

Carraville drabble prompt: wine tipsy gary or carra getting too sweet and mushy and complimentary and just TOO MUCH in the comment section of the other's instagram.

I LOOOOOVE TIPSY CARRAVILLE AND I LOVE! LIGHTWEIGHT GARY!!

just a short n sweet one, bc I woke up to this prompt in the carraville discord and couldn't resist

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[armed-with-a-waffle-iron]

It's so important to me that John Constantine IS A RED

Source: Hellblazer: Rise and Fall #3

And a Scouser to the core; that begrudging respect for the Toffees is there too. You'll never walk alone, mate.

Never thought I'd see Stevie Gerrard in a superhero comic!

"Cut my veins open and I bleed Liverpool red."

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Elvis Fuckin’ Presley

Fandom: Elvis Presley, American Actor, RPF, Elvis 2022, The Beatles,

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Female Reader

Characters:  Elvis Presley, Female Reader, Jerry Schilling, Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, John Lennon, George Harrison, Marty Lacker

Word Count: 3590

Rating: Explicit

Summary: It’s true that they’re four of the best and most talented musicians on the planet. But he’s still Elvis Fuckin’ Presley.

Tags/Warnings: Request, Requested Fic, Sex, Oral Sex, Fingering, Elvis Meets The Beatles, The Beatles, Bel Air, Los Angeles, Reader is English, Kissing, Established Relationship, Jealousy, Insecurity, Elvis is Insecure, Marking Territory, Semi-Public Sex, Doggy Style

Notes:

As someone whos not v fond of John Lennon this was fun to write.

As someone from Manchester this was hard to write lolol.

Enjoy <3

Updated 8/23

Elvis Tags: @literally-just-elvis-fics @caitlin1996 @notstefaniepresley

Request: omg could you do like a fic where elvis and reader meet the Beatles (reader is a scouser and from Liverpool) then reader and the Beatles are talking about like there favourite thing from Liverpool and elvis get jealous and lashes out at reader then like kisses her in front of the Beatles like everyone is shocked Memphis mafia are the Beatles are but it ends up with reader and elvis having extremely loud makeup sex whilst the Beatles are downstairs, elvis and the reader come back down stairs and like the Beatles are just in pure shock?

'Do I have to meet them?' Elvis grumbled making me turn around from where I was sitting at my vanity. He was sitting on the edge of the bed slipping his shoes on and paying no attention to me, his words seemingly offered to the universe rather than at me directly.

'Don't be a spoilsport,' I said.

'I'm not being a spoilsport,' he said curtly finally looking up to where I was sat, 'I just don't see why they wanna meet me,'

'Seriously?' I said. Elvis shrugged as if this statement was a fair one. I had to hold back a laugh. Elvis. Elvis fuckin’ Presley. One of the most if not the most famous and successful man on the planet was wondering why someone would want to meet him. I climbed off the stool I was occupying and headed over to him. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, pulling me onto his lap as I wrapped my arms around him.

'They want to meet you because they love you,' I murmured, 'like everyone else does.'

'Even if I'm some dated old has-been?' he asked, the look in his eye was a sincere one, the doubt and fear evident behind his blue gaze which made my heart ache for him.

'You could never be that,' I said kissing his forehead, 'but even so, they won’t wait forever. Come on, let's get this show on the road.'

As I slipped off his lap and offered my hand out for him to take he seemed to debate whether or not he was going to comply before eventually he slipped his strong hand around mine gripping it tightly before the pair of us headed downstairs. The air was different down here. I could feel the excitement coming off of everyone downstairs, whether it was for Elvis himself or the four floppy-haired boys sitting down in the living room waiting for us I didn't know. Though I had to admit I was just as excited as everyone else. Probably more so. Being with Elvis I had become accustomed to celebrities. Some were nice, some were not but at the end of the day, they were all human. What they could do on stage or screen melted back and they became just regular people sometimes even friends albeit slightly more talented than most.  But these boys were different. Not because they were supremely talented. Not because they were 'bigger than Jesus'. But because they were four boys from the same place I came from. Four boys who had grown up similarly to me and made it as big as anyone could be. That was some feat.

When we came into the living room all chattering stopped, a noticeable shift in the air. Elvis made his way through the reams of people, shaking hands with those he needed to with me lagging just a second behind him until we were through the throng. I didn't put myself forward, all of a sudden too shy to speak, and instead, I let Elvis navigate everything. Once the formalities were over and each person introduced Elvis led me to a seat, seemingly ignoring the four men sat opposite us who were watching us in various states of awe as he pulled me down beside him and threw his arm around my shoulders before he started assessing them. No one said anything. Some of the guys were with us though they all seemed unsure of what to do as Elvis didn't speak and neither did the boys. There were no attempts at starting a conversation just a stony silence with them watching him just as closely as he was watching them. It was awkward. As I looked at each of them I felt a million questions bubbling around in my head, how I figured Elvis' fans must feel when face to face with him. After a few minutes of agony, Elvis cleared his throat to speak.

'You know if you're gonna sit there and stare at me all night I'm gonna go to bed,' he said. A titter ran through the room putting everyone at ease though I could tell he wasn't feeling as relieved as everyone else. He was tense whether through shyness or irritation I didn't know. I just hoped he could behave.

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The air was cool as I stepped out into the garden in an attempt to try and wake myself up. Though I was having a good time the party had only gotten going late in the evening and so I was flagging a little as the boys talked on.  While I didn't get involved much, my nerves still not really disappearing, I sat obediently next to him listening to them talk and eventually start playing songs together until I could feel my eyes drifting closed. That many bodies and the warmth of an August night left me tired and so I slipped outside hoping not to disturb the party.

I walked over to the edge of the patio looking out across the expanse of houses that made up Beverly Hills. It was only then I heard the movement and looked around to find John and George sitting on our patio furniture with Jerry beside them looking sheepish.

'Sorry,' I mumbled, 'I didn't know you were out here.'

'It's okay,' Jerry said, 'I mean we were just talking.'

'Yeah, feel free to stay,' John said eyeing me up as he patted the spare bit of sun lounger beside him making it impossible for me to flee back into the house. I came and sat down beside him offering them both a soft smile.

'So, what are you guys doing out here?' I said looking at Jerry for an answer rather than the boys.

'It's a bit crowded in there,' George said, 'needed a breather.'

'Yeah it can get a bit like that,' I said.

'I'm just glad someone spoke,' Jerry said, 'for a minute there I thought you were gonna ogle one another all night.'

'Yeah and I'm surprised he didn't boot us out right after,' George said.

'It was a fair question,' John said with a shrug referring to the first thing he had said which had been an immediate character assassination. I figured it wasn't meant to be harsh but asking Elvis about his movie career could be like lighting a powder keg. It wasn't that he didn't like acting or that he didn't appreciate the money it was just that the creative control he yearned for wasn't there. In fact, most of the control wasn't in his hands. Fortunately, if he had taken John's questioning to heart he had managed to mask it well, showing the great actor he could be.

'And anyway, if anyone asks we can just say he didn't understand my accent,' John chuckled.

'I doubt that's an excuse,' Jerry said earning a confused look from John.

'Why not?'

'Well he's got his own translator right here, right Y/N?' he said looking at me.

'Well yeah,' I said.

'You're a Brit?' George asked.

'Even better than that I'm a scouser,' I said.

'Now you say it I can hear a twang,' John said.

'It's not as strong as it used to be I've been here too long,' I said.

'Where abouts are you from?' John asked.

'Speke,' I said, 'though I only lived there until I got to comp then my dad got a job out here and we moved.'

'That's not too far from where I grew up,' John said, 'I was up in Woolton.'

'My Nana's lives up that end. She's not gonna believe I've met you,' I said trying not to cringe at just how gushing my voice sounded though John seemed to like it.

'You're livin' with Elvis Presley and you're Nan's gonna be impressed by us?' George said.

'You're the Beatles,' I said as if it were obvious, 'though there is one question I need answering before I can decide if she'll like you.'

'Oh yeah, what's that?' John asked with a smug smile as he leaned in a little closer to me.

'Are you a red or a blue?'

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We stayed out on the terrace for a while though eventually, a night-time breeze settled in forcing us back inside. The house was a warm relief as I stepped inside heading towards the circular sofas people were still dotted along. Elvis looked up as I entered though his strumming didn't slow down as he continued to meet the rhythm of the song Paul was playing on his own guitar. He did however eye me closely reminding me that I was still shrouded in the jacket John had provided in an effort to keep us outside a while longer. I shirked it off and offered it to him though he just took it and threw it on the back of the sofa for safekeeping as he slunk down in a seat next to Paul.

As I sat down beside Elvis he looked at me and I smiled though he didn't offer one in return, his face only darkened as I heard John speak, 'hey Elvis you didn't tell us you had a native in your midst.'

'Huh?' Elvis said somewhat curtly.

'Y/N she's a scouser,' John said.

'Oh really?' Paul said.

'Yeah,' John said, 'we've had a good old chat haven't we.'

'Oh have you,' Elvis said making me squirm in my seat as I saw the jealousy behind his eyes flame.

'Where you from?' Paul said.

'Speke,' I said.

'Oh I've got family from there,' Paul said, 'not that we get back home much these days. What about you?'

'Oh now and again,' I said airily. I don't know why. I hadn't been back to Liverpool in years in fact I rarely spoke about it after having my accent mocked through my teenage years had caused me to drop it for something more subtle but it was still very much a part of me. As Paul started asking me about myself I felt Elvis tense. His strumming had stopped and both he and John were eyeing each other. I tried to ignore them both, keeping my eyes trained on Paul as he continued talking.

'Oh I'm pretty much acclimatised now though Memphis heat is something different in itself,' I said.

'It's the humidity I bet,' Paul said.

'I don't know,' John said, 'it wasn't that warm on the patio. Y/N had to practically sit on my lap to get stop her teeth chattering.'

'It is nearly 2 am,' Paul said oblivious to the staring contest the other men were having but I clocked his words straight away as did Elvis whose grip on my leg tightened for just a second. He didn't say anything though as he placed his guitar down and shifted out of his seat grabbing the attention of the majority of people in the room. He stood, smoothed his shirt and pants out and then looked at the boys in front of him as he said, 'would you excuse me for a minute?'

He then turned and offered his hand out to me awaiting mine to slip into it obediently. I knew better than to reject it and so I allowed him to walk us out of the room followed by perplexed gazes as we disappeared from sight. He led me down the hall to an office, opening the door and gesturing for me to go inside which I did. As I turned around his lips attacked mine kissing me deeply and passionately before he broke apart leaving me breathless.

'E,' I said.

'You two have a good laugh out there?'

'It wasn't like that,' I said, 'all we did was talk.'

'That why you came in wearing his jacket?' he asked pushing me backwards until my thighs hit the desk. His hands were caressing my sides though his face remained indignant as I struggled to explain myself. 

'I was cold and he offered it,' I said.

'Yeah I bet he did,' he said tersely.

'He only did it to be nice,' I said.

'Oh I'm sure being nice was all he was thinking about,' he said, 'especially after how you were gushin' over 'em.'

'I was not gushing over them!' I protested.

'I saw you,' he said, 'all smiles and giggles. Lyin' about going home so you can fit in. When was the last time you went home?'

'Not for a while!' I snapped, 'because my life is here. With you.'

'Not as good as ol Liverpool though is it?' he asked a scouse twang in his voice at the mention of the place.

'I like it here. And maybe I was excited to meet them and yeah it was nice to talk about things I remember for a moment but that doesn't mean I don't like my life. Do you think if I wanted to be back home I wouldn't just go?'

'Maybe you will...I mean you do have more in common with them...maybe one of those guys would be better for you,' he said, the anger he had come at me with was now gone replaced by sadness. He didn't look at me properly as his thumb caressed my side gently but I could see the crux of the problem like a beacon going off. He was feeling vulnerable.

'If you really believe that I might as well leave now,’ I said stroking his face tenderly, ‘I don’t care that we’re not the exact same person. We might be different but I love you no matter what.’

‘Even if I’m not bigger than Jesus,’ he murmured against my fingers.

‘You’re Elvis fuckin’ Presley,’ I giggled, ‘that isn’t half bad either.’

‘Mmm, I guess you’re right,’ he said, ‘but even so.’

‘Even so what?’

‘I wouldn’t mind wiping that smug smile off his face,’ Elvis said. I sighed.

‘E you can’t go fighting with him,’ I said, ‘imagine the press-'

‘Oh I wasn’t talking about fightin’,’ he said and with that, he kissed me once more pulling me close to him as his hand snaked up under my dress making goosebumps rise wherever they touched.

He dropped to his knees kissing up my thighs until I could feel his breath between my legs. His slender fingers teased me over the top of my panties making me shiver with anticipation which made him smirk.

‘E,’ I whimpered as he ran a finger over my clothed sex once more.

‘See, I bet he couldn’t get you like this could he?’ he said.

‘No,’ I breathed shakily.

‘Then let’s show him how it's done huh?’ he said and before I could protest he yanked my panties down and started lapping at me as if I was his first meal in days. I shimmied out of the gathered fabric, allowing him to hook a leg over his shoulder, as my hands fumbled for purchase against the table, my knuckles going white as his tongue roved over a sweet spot.

‘Elvis,’ I moaned making him hum in appreciation. I knew I should keep quiet. There was a houseful of guests most of which were not three rooms away but I couldn’t help myself. Every touch, every kiss, every breath was tantalising, edging me towards bliss moment by moment. He knew how to whip me into a frenzy. How every movement of his tongue or fingers would affect me making me whimper and moan against him.

‘E,’ I whimpered, ‘fuck E.’

‘That’s it,’ he said his fingers pumping in and out of me as he traced his thumb over my clit. He had moved from between my legs, standing in front of me so he could enjoy the show and how much I was coming undone just from his touch.

‘That’s it, honey,’ he coaxed as I moaned loudly, my head falling back. I was teetering over the edge as he worked at a ferocious pace curling his fingers inside me until I was clenching around them, soaking his fingers. As I came back to earth he pulled them out of me, wiping them against his pants with a shit-eating grin on his face.

‘Oh my God,’ I said as the heat rushed back to my face, ‘was I loud?’

‘Incredibly so,’ he said.

‘Oh my god I’m so embarrassed,’ I said but Elvis shook his head.

‘Oh no, don’t think I’m done with you yet honey,’ he said leaning in so I could feel his hot breath on my ear as he whispered in his velvety voice, ‘turn around.’

Before I could comply he flipped me, bending me roughly over the table as his fingers returned to my sex, teasing me gently. I could hear him unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down with his other hand yet I could see nothing as my cheek pressed against the cool wood of the table. I felt him tease against my entrance just a little but he didn’t wait for any permission before he pushed in down to the hilt, filling me completely as he had done a few minutes before only better. It was enough to make me moan again.

‘Oh my God,’ I whimpered as he started to move. As my hands gripped the other side of the table his went to my hips gripping them as he pounded into me building speed like the finish line was already in sight.

‘That’s it baby,’ he grunted, ‘ain’t no one fill you up like I do right?’

‘No one E,’ I moaned.

‘Don’t call me that,’ he said.

‘What?’ I said barely trying able to string my thoughts together enough to know what he was talking about.

‘I’m Elvis. Fuckin. Presley,’ he said each word punctuated by a rough thrust.

‘Elvis,’ I cried feeling another climax rush over me. He continued to slam into me though his breathing had changed to a guttural pant as I trembled around him. I felt him feel for me, his hand moving from my hips as he pulled me up towards him so I was flush against his chest. My hand went to his face, reaching behind so I could coax him on as he had for me. I was sensitive as hell but every movement still felt divine as he buried his face in my neck breathing in small whimpers against me.

When he came it wasn’t as much of a spectacle. He had made me come unhinged, his touch sending me over the edge in whimpers and screams yet for him it was a delighted spill of ecstasy. He felt safe. Secure enough to collapse into me, making me clutch the desk for security. He held me close for a moment, allowing us both to come back to reality before we moved.

As Elvis slipped out of me he used the hem of my dress to clean us both up before he tucked himself back into his pants grabbing my panties off the floor with his spare hand. I offered my hand out for them but he shook his head, slipping them into his pocket with a smug smile.

‘Elvis,’ I said reaching for his pocket but he grabbed my arm and placed it up around his neck, leaning down to kiss me with a smile.

 ‘Uh uh,’ he said, ‘you wore his jacket. I��m keepin’ your panties.’

‘That’s not fair!’ I whined, ‘I can't go back in there not wearing any knickers.’

‘The whole house just heard you get fucked. They’re gonna be surprised you can still walk never mind what panties you’re wearing,’ Elvis said.

‘Elvis!’ I moaned but he shook his head, pressed one more kiss to my lips and then took my hand as I headed to the door.

My cheeks were aflame before we’d even touched down in the living room, even more so as his everyone looked around – a couple of sniggers flowing around the room. I tried to hide behind him but he pulled me out to his side forcing me to centre stage. I tried not to look as he spoke, but I couldn’t help be glance to where John was sitting an irritated look splashed across his face.

‘Sorry guys I’m afraid we’re gonna have to cut the party short,’ Elvis said.

‘Everything okay boss?’ Marty said with concern. He was standing by the patio door, a genuine look of concern on his face which made me wonder if he had been privy to the little show we had just put on.

‘Fine, my girls just uh a lil tired,’ Elvis said punctuating it with a cough that sure sounded like he was trying to hide a laugh. I dropped my gaze to the floor, ‘you understand right?’

‘Sure,’ Paul said standing up to reach his hand out in order to shake his hand. My heart dropped into my Elvis went through the motions of saying goodbye to them the hand that had been used to torment me not five minutes ago now touching that of every man he said goodbye to. I didn’t offer anything but a smile. He and John shook hands albeit a little more roughly than the others before Elvis came back to me, threw his arm around my shoulders and started to lead me upstairs. I glanced behind me just once, finding John watching me as I disappeared up the stairs which made my cheeks flame.

Luckily I never had to see them again though I could always feel a blush settle in whenever I heard Elvis’ rendition of ‘Hey Jude’.

[ell-alexanderarnold]

Escapism.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

Summary: A break up mess between Trent and Y/n.

Angst

Warnings! : This fic contains cursing, mentions of alcohol.

Note: This is a mini series, not sure how many parts there will be but I hope you enjoy it <3

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“Last night really was the cherry on the cake, Been some dark days lately and I'm finding it crippling. Excuse my state, I'm as high as your hopes that you'll make it to my bed, get me hot and sizzling”

You find yourself in the position you didn't want to be in, you toss and turn in his bed, unable to fall asleep. You couldn’t leave him after he was so wasted and sad. You did not know exactly why he was crying but you figured it might be his own problems, things to do with football and all that. It couldn’t be you, right?

You decided to sit up against the headboard, you turned your head to look over at him. It looked like he was in a deep sleep, but you felt like you really needed to talk to him.

“Trent” You whispered, nudging him.

He turned around, facing you.

“I can’t sleep” You shared.

“Well that’s not my problem” He grumbled in a raspy voice.

“Ehm, it kinda is” You revealed, you just had to talk to him, in the middle of the night might not be the best time but you didn’t care.

“Really, right now Y/n? You should get some sleep.” He advised.

“I just want to talk” You mumbled.

“Alright, spit it out” Trent said in a confident tone, you didn’t know how he could be so fully awake but you thought perhaps there was still some alcohol in his system.

You looked at him for a moment and realised that you really miss him, you miss the sweet scouser that you once fell in love with. In the moment it felt like nothing had changed, that you were still together, neither of you able to fall asleep.

“I’ve missed you Trent” You told him, and it was right because that’s how you were feeling.

You could still see his gaze in the dark and you could hear him sniffing softly.

“Trent? Are you crying?” You asked him, not knowing what was happening.

“I’m so sorry Y/n” He’s sobs getting louder as you got closer to him, you wiped off his tears on his cheeks.

“I’m an idiot, I shouldn’t have left you all alone when you were at your lowest” He cried.

“It’s okay Trent, I’m here now” You comforted him whilst tears started to run down your cheeks too.

“No it’s not okay Y/n, I fucked up our relationship, everything is my fault”

A part of the things he was saying was true, he did left you when you were at your lowest and you both fucked up the relationship. But also a part of you was relieved by that he realised what he’d done to you, he broke your heart. But it also broke your heart seeing him like this.

You and Trent held onto each other for a while and eventually your lips met and you two kissed, then you fell asleep.

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The morning sun was peeking through the blinds, you hadn’t slept this good in ages and the funny thing was that your body was still in Trent’s embrace, he was still asleep and you wanted him to rest from last night’s mess. You carefully sneaked out of his bedroom and planned heading down to his kitchen until he spoke

“Y/n? Where are you going?” Trent said, clearly just woken up.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up, I’m just heading down to the kitchen” You stated and he nodded in response and went back to sleep. You knew that Liverpool had a blank gameweek so maybe this was the time to talk about what has happened the last few weeks.

At the point it felt like a completely normal morning to you, but of course it wasn’t. You were in his house. What really happened last night? Trent broke down in front of your eyes, you stayed the night and you even let him kiss you. You really can’t seem to escape this guy.

You hadn’t eaten since yesterday so you took a bowl of cereal and sat down by his couch. You heard Trent come down the stairs and entering the kitchen, he also took a bowl of cereal and sat down beside you.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked.

“Yeah, I slept pretty good actually.” You simply answered.

“You know I find it funny” Trent chuckled.

“What?”

“I always sleep good when I’m with you.” He explained. And you knew that was he was telling you was true, and you felt it too. Somehow it just happens to be that way, you sleeping good when you are with him.

“Yeah, haven’t slept this good since we…”

“Since we what?” Trent wondered.

“Since we broke up” You continued, not sure if it was the right to bring up your break up, you didn’t want to talk about it knowing that it will cause an argument.

A moment of silence remained for a while, you and Trent just sat there, finishing your bowls of cereal.

“Are we really not gonna talk about what happened last night, Y/n?” Trent spoke up.

“There’s nothing to talk about Trent.” You mumbled and got up from his couch and into the kitchen, you saw Trent following after you.

“Y/n we fucking kissed” He snapped.

“Yeah we did but you were drunk” You said.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t remember it” He stated, and you really hoped he would forget it but of course he didn’t, you were stuck in this situation and you didn’t want to argue about last night but here you are, unable to escape.

”What are we doing Trent?” You said as you looked into his eyes.

“What do you mean Y/n” He responded, confused with his brows furrowed.

“I can’t keep ending up here every weekend”

“Y/n you told me last night that you’ve fucking missed me, what are you doing here then?” Trent cursed and you got hit by the question, what were you doing in his house? Trent was left with no answer and it frustrated him. You went back to his bedroom preparing to leave when he spoke again.

“Y/n” He called your name but you ignored him.

“Y/n I missed you too”

You stopped everything you were doing when you heard his words, you felt tears burning down your cheeks.

“Trent do you understand how it feels? And what you’ve done to me? You broke up with me for goodness sake, broke my heart into pieces and now you’re telling me that you fucking miss me?” You snapped. This was it, you were so over him but at the same time you still loved him with all your heart. All the things he’d done to you, you couldn’t just forget it, sleeping with other girls, lying about where he’d been, all of that- you didn’t realise how blind you was.

“Fucking hell Trent, you put me through hell”

“Y/n I did a fucking mistake” Trent snapped back at you, tears coming from him now with anger.

“Yeah yeah all those things were a mistake now?” You wept.

“I wasn’t thinking Y/n, we were in a bad place and I didn’t know what to do” He admitted.

“We could’ve worked it out T, it’s too late now.” You said as your voice began to crack.

“Please Y/n, since you left I haven’t stopped thinking of you, no one can make me feel like you do” He cried, you were feeling guilty now for making him cry but you washed it off, you thought it was good for him to realise what he’d done to you.

”I can’t go back to what we had Trent, it will end up like this again if I do and I’ve been telling myself to forget you all these months but I just can’t, I hate it.” You whispered.

Trent had his head in his hands wiping off the tears and it looked like he was fine again but as soon as he looked at you, he broke down and cried again. You sat down in his bed looking at your phone and he did the same. You and Trent were tired, maybe not of each other but at the whole thing of being so close in the same room again. The evening come closer and you accidentally fell asleep in his bed, the crying and arguing gave you a big headache.

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You woke up around 7pm and you didn’t really know how long you slept but it felt good catching up on some sleep. It was getting darker outside and Trent was lying next to you and you figured he was sleeping and thought that this was the perfect time to leave. You opened your phone and began to order an Uber, when he woke up.

“You’re still here?” He mumbled.

“Sorry, I fell asleep, I’m ordering an Uber right now” You said while looking at your phone.

“Let me drive you home” Trent proposed, but you shook your head and spoke

“I’m fine, you should rest”

“No, I’m driving you home Y/n” He claimed and got up from the bed, heading downstairs to drive you home.

What is he doing? Well, I can’t say no now can I?

When you walked out the door Trent was already sitting in the car, you could hear Set Fire to the Rain by Adele playing outside the car.

He started driving and you sat and listened to the song together, it reminded you about the spontaneous road trips you two used to have, driving around all night listening to music, competing about who knew the lyrics best.

“I miss our late night road trips” He said, looking over at you.

“Mhm” You responded.

“You’re telling me you don’t miss them?” Trent asserted.

“Of course I miss them Trent, but it’s not the same anymore” You told him as you looked out the car window noticing you were almost home.

“It could be” Trent said as he tucked your hair behind your ear. You blushed and tried to hide it but you could see his smirk, you always loved when he did that but you came back to reality, knowing you should’ve avoided it.

“No, Trent” You murmured, you were now outside your apartment, you unbuckled your seat belt and opened the car door and you said your goodbyes to him.

When you came home you ran yourself a hot bath and poured up a glass of wine, it was all you needed to end this weekend, but of course your peace was disturbed by your phone buzzing.

Trent: Wanna go out to dinner on Friday? I feel like we need to talk more

Oh my days. The nightmare kept going on.

You: I don’t know T

Trent: I’ll take that as a yes, see you on Friday

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Part 4 coming soon and it will probably be the last part 🫶🏻