#trent: i want them both to sit on my face

[pineappical]

A rip in the space-time continuum lands NBC Ted right in the middle of AFC Richmond, and he's stuck there until they can figure out how to send him back. Which is fine by him because he LOVES England, and while he misses his Beard, he gets along great with this other Beard. (NBC Ted was never married/no kids.) And Ted thinks it's neat, if strange. Except that NBC Ted clearly has a crush on Trent. And they start spending time together. Ted isn't jealous. He isn't. Nope. [1/2]

HEY ANON???? OWIE 🥺🥺

god can you imagine Trent's POV through all this.. is he actually into NBC Ted or is it just a fling because it's not like his version of Ted actually likes him, right? he can indulge in this for now, it's not like this version of Ted would stay forever. got to make the most of it while he can and all that. two of the most clueless people in richmond, honestly 😔

[jsprnt]

Americano PT. 7 | Jude Bellingham x Reader

What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?

A/N: I’m back baby! Thank you guys for waiting <3

W/C: 4.611

part six

"I won't look. Don't trust me at all, do you?" I mutter to Amira after taking my top off, grabbing the shirt she's handing me with my eyes closed.

"You'll like it. It's a part of my surprise." She sighs, helping me pull the shirt down my body without my makeup getting on the collar.

"Can I look now?" I ask, eyes still squeezed shut.

"Yeah, turn around."

I turn, looking in the mirror. I stay quiet for a moment, then gasp in surprise.

"What? An England kit? Why are you making me betray Spain?" I attempt to joke, looking at her.

"Like you didn't live here for so many years." She scoffs, pushing me.

"I'm just kidding. Why the kit, though?" I ask, fixing the material in the mirror.

"Ta da!" She exclaims, I look back at her, frowning in confusion when she starts waving two keycards in my face. My hands fly to take one and I read it quickly.

"No, way! You got tickets for the England vs. Australia friendly?"

"Yeah, got them a couple days ago." She replies, and I eye her suspiciously.

"Oh- mister Trent got them for you? Guess he really likes you." I tease, watching her become more and more flustered.

"Shut up- he gave them to show his appreciation."

"Yeah, you want to believe that? You'll be upgraded to wag in a few weeks, trust." I add, laughing at her annoyed expression.

"Aren't you and Jude a thing?" She accuses, putting on her own kit. Finally, she grabs her handbag and car keys off her desk.

I register her words a little too late, but my head whips around in disgust.

"Over my dead body."

"You both were cute last time." She mumbles, both of us walking up to her parked car.

"Absolutely not." I state firmly, immediately connecting my phone to the car.

"Oh, how the tables have turned.." She whispers, but I hear her clearly. I send her a glare, though my glare gets even more intense when she pulls out her strawberry and mango-flavored vape.

"Put that thing away, now!"

"I just realized how different watching a game feels when I'm not working." I say, admiring the full Wembley Stadium. We had finally arrived at our seats, and the view was perfect. Looking around, I do recognize some people, realizing this was probably the family section.

"Turn that working brain of yours off and enjoy. Look, it's starting!" Amira nags, wrapping her arm around mine in excitement.

I chuckle at her, deciding to just enjoy the match. Watching both England's and Australia's teams move around the pitch. Halftime comes around and ends quickly, making way for an opportunity for England. Grealish kicks the ball against the post, missing a chance and making us cringe, but we burst into cheers when Watkins manages to try again and scores.

The match ends with a 1-0 for England. When the whistle is blown, we sit down again. We'd stood up near full time, anticipating a last-minute goal from Australia. It was a friendly, we knew that, but making it exciting was so much more fun than just sitting there and watching the game.

"What now? Is your man coming here?" I ask, fixing my shirt and smiling cheekily at Amira.

"He said he will- after freshening up. Let's wait." She tells me, patting my thigh.

"Didn't even deny that he's your man?" I tease, watching her roll her eyes.

We're interrupted a couple minutes later. I hear someone shout her name, watching both Trent and Jude walk over to our seats. Trent greets us in a friendly manner, while Jude stands next to him like he was forced to come up.

I slowly allow Trent and Amira to have a private conversation, and my eyes land on Jude when they walk away to have some more privacy.

"What are you doing here? And what's with the kit?" He asks, arms crossed.

I scoff, mirroring his body language. Looking him up and down. 

"Can't attend a match now? Don't worry, I was over the moon since you weren't playing." I retort, being petty.

I watch him roll his eyes, his expression changing for a second. He opens his mouth to say something, but he hesitates for a moment.

"Who's on your back?"

"What?"

"Your shirt number."

"I don't know- who?" I ask, turning around, confused, when I hear a sudden chuckle.

"Who's on the back?" I ask, trying to see with my phone camera, frowning at his smug face. What the hell was his problem?

I take a picture, turning to face him again as I click on the picture, freezing when I see Jude's last name and number. My expression falters, and I use all my strength to keep my composure.

Amira, you fucking witch..

"Think you're obsessed with me." He whispers, leaning in. I lean back immediately, like he's some highly infectious disease.

"You're sick, Bellingham. It’s just your name, calm down..”

I reply, annoyed at the fact that I couldn't take the shirt off or put my jacket on since I left it in the car.

He goes to say something else, but he's cut off when I hear a familiar voice call out to him. Both of us turning around to see his mom, her eyes lighting up with warmth when she recognizes me.

"Mrs. Bellingham.." I greet, permanent smile plastered on my face when she walks up to us. I notice both her- husband and youngest son behind her. 

How could I not recognize his dad and brother?

This past summer, my entire social media feed was plastered with photos of Jude and his family on their first day. Not to forget the fact that I was literally behind the camera when the pictures were taken.

She pulls me into an embrace, her arms wrapping around me warmly. The musky and orange blossom scent of her perfume greets me, and it smells like the most expensive bottle of YSL 'Libre' I have ever smelled.

"How nice is it to see you here. Are you off due to international break?"

"Yes, I thought I'd come visit family and friends out here..." I trail off, my eyes darting to her husband next to her. She notices the hesitation in my voice and introduces us to each other.

"I’m Mark, nice to meet you. I have heard some good things about you. I've also had some contact with your father on some legal matters over in Spain. Good man he is.." He shakes my hand firmly, a very kind smile on his face.

"Thank you, I hope he's been a great help to your family.."

I immediately switch my speech. Trying to sound totally different from the tone I had used with Jude.

"Oh right, this is our youngest son. Jobe.." Denise begins, pushing her son towards me.

I press my lips together to stifle a chuckle, awkwardly shaking the teenage boy's hand.

"Nice to meet you. Hope you're a better football player than your older brother over here?"

I say, pointing a thumb at Jude. It sounds like a joke, but when I glance at Jude, he's giving me the nastiest look when his parents aren't watching. Jobe has only muttered one or two words, but has probably already been nicer to me than his brother has ever been to me.

Jobe only replies with a small smile, so I look up at his parents.

"You must be proud.."

"Of course, equally proud of our two boys.."

Mark replies, holding his son's shoulders. I chuckle, looking at Denise when she speaks.

"Did you enjoy the game? Must be a change of scenery.."

"Oh- yeah, felt weird not working during a game. It was nice though, I was invited by a friend-"

I trail off, looking around to see Amira, noticing her giggle and chat with Trent a couple seats away.

"But she seems busy.." I laugh, they follow my line of sight and chuckle, nodding in acknowledgment.

"You're also wearing an England kit.." His dad notices, pointing to my shirt.

"Jude's, I presume?" His mom asks, making me nod. I turn, giving them a quick look at the "Bellingham" and number 10 on my back.

I'm wearing their last name on my back, that is really weird, if given some thought..

"A gift too.." I smile, facing them again.

I notice that they all glance at Jude for a moment before Denise speaks up again.

"Why don't you join us for dinner tonight? A small appreciation for helping Jude out with his Spanish and adjusting in Madrid."

Damn, how close did they think we were?

Lovely, very nice of her, but that would be a masterclass in awkwardness.

"That's incredibly kind of you, Mrs Bellingham, but I'm sure you don't get many dinners together as a family. So, I don't want to inconvenience your family. Besides, I've got some dinner reservations with my high school friends.."

Her expression immediately turns into an understanding one. I thank her once again for the invitation, holding her hand to convey my appreciation. Finishing our chat, I grab my bag from my seat, pulling it on my shoulder.

"I've got to go, roads will be busy.."

"Right, why don't you accompany y/n down, son?" Mark says, throwing his son a look.

I dart my eyes to Jude, his expression falters before he nods, listening to his dad.

I quickly bid them farewell, walking down alongside Jude.

"You didn't even jump in to save me once.” I mutter, grabbing my phone out of my handbag. Checking for any messages from Amira. 

Where did this little minx go?

"I was struggling to breathe when my mum invited you for dinner. Kept my mouth shut with difficulty.."

"How helpful.” I scoff, biting my lip in anticipation as we wait in front of Amira's car. The grey Audi A5 easily recognizable next to all the expensive sports cars.

"You can leave, you know.." I break the silence, looking up at Jude, resting my weight against the car door.

The alarm won't go off, right?

"You think my mom is going to be happy when I leave you here alone?" He asks, scrolling through his phone.

I sigh, sending one last threatening text message to Amira before shoving my phone in my pocket. An awkward silence ensues before I break it again.

"So, are you actually going to play next Tuesday against Italy?" I ask, giving him a skeptical look.

"Why? Want to see me play?" He smirks, putting his hand in the pocket of his blue sweatpants.

"Is that a genuine question? Obviously not.." I answer, furrowing my brows.

He scoffs, poking his tongue through his cheek. Looking me up and down.

"Why would I voluntarily come to see you?" I add, widening my eyes, looking at him in disbelief. 

"Your friend will probably come, with the way we're waiting for her and Trent.."

I look around the empty parking lot, was this a camera prank?

What the hell were these two doing anyway?

Speaking of the minx, she finally appears a good ten minutes later. I could've sworn if she didnt have a deep skin tone, she'd probably be as red as a tomato. Because, honey she looked flustered.

I raise my brows at her- disheveled appearance, instinctively giving Jude a knowing look.

Though, my look of scrutiny stops when I realize those two were onto some- freaky shit. Seems like Jude realizes at the same time, because, he too looks away from me.

"I'm leaving.." He quickly blurts, walking away without looking back. I watch his figure disappear, snapped out of my trance when Amira taps me.

"What the fuck? What did you two do?!" I ask, laughing loudly. Sure, I was annoyed that I had to wait for her, but my best friend's happiness was more important.

"Get in the car! I've got to tell you every single detail.."

"What's it called again?" I turn to Amira, asking her about the name of the venue we're supposed to go to.

I had been in London for a couple of days now. From family dinners to meeting up with high school classmates, all of it kept me busy. Everything had been very fun and memorable so far.

Last night, England played their match against Italy for the EURO qualifiers. I couldn't lie, the 3-1 win for England was very satisfying, especially when watching live from Wembley Stadium.

Right now, Amira and I are in the car. Getting driven to the restaurant or bar - Trent had invited us to. A small gathering to close off international break, if you could call it that.

Small or big party, Amira and I had to look our best. For obvious reasons, I am wearing the black mini-dress I had tried on in Amira's office.

"Novikov Restaurant & Bar.." She mutters, touching her lipgloss up while looking at her phone camera.

"You ever been?" I ask, equally fidgety with my appearance.

"Yes, nice place, but we'll probably go clubbing after."

I raise my eyebrows at her, sighing, before leaning against her shoulder.

"Will you keep me from getting drunk?"

"Can't save you, darling.."

Yeah, y/n is an absolutely a goner. Everyone within meters of her is aware of it, though to her, her limit has not even been reached yet.

She throws her head back as she downs another shot of- she doesn't even know. She took and gulped down anything that was handed to her by her best friend.

All she knows is- it burns in the back of her throat- like a fucking bitch. She doesn't even stop to think about why she's doing it, all she's been wanting to do, is take her mind off work and university. The opportunity was presented to her in a shot glass, and who would refuse?

A smart, responsible person, probably...

"Go dance with him.." y/n mutters, wiping the spilled and dribbling alcohol off her chin. Eagerly pushing her friend in Trent's direction.

The football player had invited the both of them for a reason, and to drunk y/n this was a good opportunity to play Cupido.

"No! I want to dance with you." Her friend replies, grabbing y/n's wrist.

"Go! You can dance with me anytime, go now!" She ushers, pushing Amira away with all the strength in her arms.

She giggles to herself when she notices Trent grab Amira's hand, feeling like her mission was partially accomplished.

Though, her happiness is short-lived when she curses herself. Her feet were practically going numb due to the stilettos her stylist bestie had forced her to wear.

To forget the uncomfortable feeling, she decided to get another drink. She clutches onto her handbag, starting to walk- or stumble towards the bartender.

She knew how to have fun on her own, there was no problem in that regard.

"Oh, fuck- sorry.." She slurs, looking up when her forehead collides with a hard chest. She makes immediate eye contact with a completely sober Jude, he raises a questioning brow, taking her disheveled appearance in.

"I take it back.." She loudly says, pushing past him to get to the bar. Loud music drums into her ears, causing her senses to tingle.

She's about to order a drink, but before she has the opportunity to speak, she's rudely interrupted by someone.

"A whisky neat, for the beauty here.." Someone says, she turns her head in a flash. Fucking pissed, a man dared to speak for her and over her.

It's a young man, around her age- slightly older judging from his appearance. His brown hair is slicked back with an estimated ten kilograms of hairgel, along with the tackiest combination of a white button-down and- skinny jeans.

"No, thank you!" y/n replies waving her hand and shouting over the loud music. She blinks a multitude of times, trying to clear her vision and mind.

"What'd ya mean, luv? Not suited to your taste?"

"I'm not interested.." She says, turning away from him and ordering her own drink. Fidgeting with the clasp of her bag and pulling bills out of her wallet.

"Oh, come on. Can't you see how much of a catch I am?" the douchebag insists, pointing up and down his frame.

She rolls her eyes at the words. This time her eyes might stay there permanently because the stranger continues repeating the corniest of words.

"No, thank you.." She repeats, taking a huge gulp of her pink Cosmo, looking away, and continuing to ignore him.

Should she start barking like a rabid dog to scare him off?

"Come on, babygirl... Would it hurt to smile for me?”

She almost chokes on her drink at the words. Eyes hazy and unfocused, one thing she's sure of- this man is about to get a taste of her leather handbag.

"Does it look like I'm interested?!" Her voice isn't loud, though her tone is sharp and full of irritation. She takes a step back, giving him the most repulsed look.

"I like my women feisty and alluring like you.." The guys persist, placing a nasty hand on her hip, a little too close to her backside.

"Get your filthy hand off me.." She demands, the grip on her glass tightening. Her brows furrow and her mood drops tremendously fast.

"Your words are sharp, but your body seems to be enjoying this. Let loose for me, sweetheart. Won’t ya?” His breath reeks of the most pungent alcohol she’s ever smelled, and his hand keeps inching closer to her bottom.

'Oh, fuck no' she thinks, placing the glass on the bar table. Readjusting her grip on her bag.

"Can you fuckin' let go of her?" She hears a loud voice say, Brum accent thick, but it's already too late.

She moves her handbag behind her, creating a good distance for maximum impact, before using all her force to hit the guy square in the face. The contact makes a loud noise, and surprisingly enough, it's detectable over the insanely loud music.

The guy immediately retreats, stumbling a couple steps back in shock. He cradles his head, screams of agony leaving his disgustingly filthy mouth.

"I said no- didn't I? Are you fucking deaf?!" She curses, temperature rising as she breathes in harshly. She can't even register what's happening- but he deserved it and had it coming.

"Let’s go..” A familiar voice exclaims, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her towards the restroom. He pulls her into the unisex section, locking the door behind them.

She struggles against him, her heels tripping and scratching against the floor. The now blood-stained handbag slips out of her hand, dropping to the floor.

"Let me go! You fucking creep! I swear, I'll bite it off!" She shouts, eyes shut tightly, as she hits his rock-hard chest multiple times. Hand squeezed up in a tight fist as she keeps trying to get out of his hold.

"y/n!" He shouts, trying to get her to look at him. He doesn't know the full story of what happened. All he saw was the guy touching her, putting his hands on her, and he was sent flying with a blow to the face.

Jude is impressed, though that's not his main thought or concern when y/n is fighting him as if he's the guy who was bothering her.

She’s drunk, but still recognizes his voice. The way he pronounces her name, not with venom and hatred per usual. No, instead, with the upmost panic and concern. He wants to snap her out of it, back to reality, back to him.

Her eyes snap open, arms held tightly by Jude. His fingers digging into her skin. Both of his hands keeping her up and steady.

"Jude?" She mumbles, looking up at him with the widest eyes imaginable. Her mascara running down her hot and sweaty face. Her favorite lipstick smudged at the corner of her mouth.

"It's me, you're good." He replies, noticing the faraway look in her eyes. His voice softens, lowering to a gentle decibel. Unlike the booming and ear-deafening music and conversations outside of the enclosed space they're in.

"Sit.." he gestures, pointing to the restroom countertop. She looks up, blinking repeatedly, she's not thinking of sitting when her mind and thoughts are still hazy and in fight or flight mode.

"Can I lift you up?" Jude suddenly asks, his hands leaving her arms. It sends a surge of extra adrenaline through her body, but she nods absentmindedly, looking away.

Jude takes a deep breath, hands reaching to the back of her thighs. He lifts her up easily, placing her on the countertop. His biceps flex under his sleeves, a frustrated noise leaving his lips.

y/n sniffles, the shock of it all sobering her up a bit. She raises her head, looking up at him. He stands in front of her, practically in between her legs.

He looks away, grabbing a paper towel from the roll and handing it to her.

"Here, wipe your- nose.." He mumbles, watching her. He walks away and grabs her bag off the floor, meticulously wiping the blood away with a dampened paper towel.

"Fucking bastard.." Jude mutters underneath his breath, venom on the tip of his tongue, as anger rushes through his veins. Though, y/n had practically handled it all on her own. Even in her drunk- mess of a state, she’d managed to break the lowlife’s nose and his ego.

The only thing that kept him from running out and breaking the bastard’s limb was the image of him already suffering and withering on the ground. Bloody, broken nose making him look so pathetic and disgusting, like the person he genuinely is.

y/n wipes her nose, eyes wet and irritated. The pounding in her head seems to increase as she struggles to hold her tears back. Although, she’d kept sort of calm in the moment, her heart was hammering in her chest. She could stand up for herself, that was no problem. It was the fact that she wasn’t fully coherent, which made her feel absolute terror in the moment.

All of the mixed emotions and alcohol make the nauseating feeling in her chest and stomach worse. Her eyes flutter for a moment, and she gags, clamping her hand over her mouth.

The noise alerts Jude, it takes him out of his murderous and aggressive thoughts. He looks up, immediately holding his hands out to her.

"Are you going to be sick?" He asks, eyebrows raised. She nods, hand still clasped around her mouth. Her mouth salivates, an imminent sign of needing to puke. It prompts Jude to help her down the countertop, his hands on both of her sides.

When her feet hit the floor, she practically leaps over to the toilet, retching and heaving over the toilet bowl. A warm hand is placed on her nape and forehead, trying to put pressure on those parts to stabilize her.

A choked sob leaves her dry lips, sweat beginning to glisten on her forehead. There was nothing she hated more than throwing up, the way it made her feel weak and out of control was an absolute nightmare to her.

"It's alright.." She hears, the soft whisper reaching her thumping ears. She takes a breath, squeezing her eyes tightly before heaving again. Her body shakes as all fluids leave her stomach, and the pungent smell of stomach acid makes her condition even worse.

It's all a blur, like a foggy fever dream. The only thing she can register are the sweet words reaching her burning ears. Full of reassurance and gentleness while she felt like she was losing her mind in the moment.

I hold back a gasp as my eyes land on the photo on my Instagram feed. I immediately sit up from my chair. My jaw slacks open as I read the caption.

"Jude Bellingham and alleged girlfriend spotted getting cozy after Australia friendly."

"The 20-year-old Madrid star seemed pretty happy to see his name and number on her shirt. The moment was captured by attendees, who provided us with pictures of the athlete's parents and his alleged lover having a seemingly very nice conversation. It seems like Mrs. and Mr. Bellingham approve."

"The identity of the young woman hasn't been revealed or confirmed as of yet. With some speculation about her father having close ties to Real Madrid CF."

I resist the urge to cry my eyes out at the association and immediately stand up from my desk. Practically skipping steps when running down the stairs, almost running into a group of fellow staff members.

My eyes dart around the cafeteria to spot the douche I needed to find. I make a beeline towards him as I watch him interact with the other players.

"I'm sorry, guys. I need him for a quick moment."

I say not waiting for anyone to answer. I grab onto Jude's upper arm and drag him out of the cafeteria. I hear some teasing whistles behind us, but I ignore them as I pull him into one of the small meditation rooms.

"What are you even doing-" he begins, but I cut him off as I shove my phone into his face. Showing him the photos and the caption which will probably keep me up tonight.

"What the fuck is this, huh?" I ask, raising my brows. Analyzing his facial expression as I fold my arms defensively.

I expect him to frown, get angry, get upset, but instead-

He fucking smirks, an amused chuckle leaving his lips. He snatches my phone, fingers tapping to read the comments on the post.

"Really? Is this a laughing matter to you?" I exclaim, ready to have a mental breakdown, while he just continues scrolling through the comments, starting to read them out loud.

"Not his usual type."

"He can do better."

I grunt, snatching my phone out of his hands, annoyed.

"I can play this game too, idiot!" I say, scrolling through the comments as well.

"He must be crazy, she's too pretty for him." I begin, passive aggressively reading positive comments about myself. I look up at him, watching him roll his eyes as he shoves his hands in his pocket.

"Well? What are you going to do about it?" I say, turning my phone off.

"What can I do about it?"

"This is your fault? If you weren't annoying me with your stupid antics, they wouldn't have made these speculations."

"You engaged in my 'stupid antics'!"

"Ugh- just send a cease and desist letter or something!"

"It's an Instagram gossip page, not a damn newspaper!"

I huff in annoyance, pacing around the small room.

"Can't you like- deny rumors?"

"I'm a football player, not a reality TV personality! They speculate about everything in my life already. Why would I deny them this time around?"

"Is that a question you really want an answer to?"

"Come on! What bad does it do you to be tied to me? Only good if you ask me.." He shrugs, and I don't miss the smirk on his face.

"Never mind, I'll ask my dad to handle it!" I say, walking past him to push the door open. I close my eyes in annoyance when it doesn't budge.

"You need to pull.." I hear Jude speak, the smile on his face practically audible from behind me.

"Fuck off.." I mutter seething in anger, pushing the door open and leaving him behind in the meditation room.

[kteezy997]

OMG PLS PLS PLS do a third part to the “best friend’s sister” fic🔥

you are literally the only good and active Tim writer left

my best friend’s sister-part three//t.c.

in case you wanna read/need a refresher, I'll paste part one and two here:

part one part two

Warnings: explicit smut, dirty talk, secret relationship, cursing, scratching, light choking, cumshot, brief male oral sex

18 & over readers only, please!

“Oh my god Timothée!” Y/n cried out the words in a string as Timmy bucked into her. He held her down on the bed in the missionary position, ramming his hips like a mad man.

“Who do you belong to?” he demanded, “Who owns this pussy?”

“You do! I’m yours!”

He pushed his whole length inside of her wet, throbbing orfice, and laid his chest on hers and whispered, “And it’s our secret, how good I fuck you, isn’t it?”

“Ahh,” she arched her back, closing her eyes in ecstasy, “yes, I love keeping our secret.”

He put his hand on her throat, "You're so good." he cooed, then put his mouth on the side of her throat, letting his teeth sink into her skin.

Y/n didn't protest, instead she let out a soft whimpering moan, her arms clung around him.

Timmy sucked on her skin, devouring her and picking up pace with his hips.

She knew the pleasure would increase for both of them if she clenched her pussy around his cock, so she did.

He groaned in response to her action, "Ah, god." he breathed out.

Y/n dug her nails into his back, his arms, marking him up with red streaks.

He let out a deep growl that hung in his throat, put his hand around her neck, holding her down. He rammed into her with merciless thrusts, pumping his cock in and out with fierce smacking sounds.

Once he let go of her throat, she squealed, crying out his name, clutching his sheets as he fucked her roughly.

After a couple more minutes, he huffed, "I gonna come." He pulled his cock out of her, and pulled her downward, to allow her to catch his cum in her mouth.

She was more than willing, and ready. She plopped her tongue out, ready to taste each drop.

Timmy jerked his cock, and the white, creamy ropes decorated her mouth. His chest heaved, he panted as he finished, and he watched her gulp down his sperm.

“Mm.” she hummed, using her fingers to wipe his cum off of her lips. She sucked the milky substance off her fingers, and grinned up at him. She carefully put her hand around his spent cock, and sucked the deep red head of it.

“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me.” Timmy said, his breath still ragged.

Y/n could not get enough, she smiled up at him, his cock still in her mouth. The scene below him was so erotic he nearly thought he would come again.

She took him out of her mouth, saying, “You’ve ruined me, Timmy. I’m just going to want it more and more. Can you keep up with me?” she gave a falsely innocent smile, laying her head back on the mattress, relaxing.

Just as he opened his mouth to answer her, his cell phone rang on the nightstand. He looked over to see the caller ID screen and said, "It's your brother."

"Well, just ignore it." she said, sitting up.

"I can't ignore him. He's probably checking on me since I had to leave his party early." Timmy sat on the bed. The phone continued to ring.

"Wow, I forget that you two are like boyfriends." y/n teased.

Timmy shot her a mocking mad look, "I'll just make it quick."

"Fine, you were just inside me, but go ahead and talk to my brother."

He winced at her comment as he picked up his phone, "Do you have to mention him and you in the same sentence like that?"

"Yes, I do." she remarked, smirking to herself as she got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom as he answered the call from Trent.

.............

She cleaned up from their sex act within a few minutes, and she walked back into his room with only his t-shirt on.

He was sitting on the bed with an odd look on his face. He had put on a pair of sweatpants. "So, your brother is kind of on his way over here."

"What?!" her eyes widened, "Why? Did you tell him I was here?!"

"No! Of course I didn't.” he ran his hands through his I-just-had-sex hair, “So what are we gonna do?" His eyes pleaded with her for action.

"Shit, how long is he gonna stay?"

"He wants to have a few beers and play video games." Timmy got up and started slowly pacing, which was kind of comical to her but this was too serious of a moment for her to acknowledge it.

"And you said yes?" she rolled her eyes at him.

"Yeah, I mean, I panicked. I didn't want him to suspect anything." he was still walking aimlessly around his room.

"Why would he suspect anything?"

"I don't know. You left the party early too. I didn't want him to think we were meeting up." he shoved his hands into his pockets.

"He wouldn't have thought that. He's a guy, men don't put two and two together like that. Ugh, Timmy! You're an actor, and you couldn't come up with a way to get out of this?"

Timmy frowned at her. "That's mean."

She put her hands on either side of her head out of frustration. "And I can't leave now, Trent will see me for sure. He'll know I was here. Shit!"

"Look, it'll be fine. You can just hang out in the bedroom, and not make any noise." he suggested.

"All night?" she demanded, her hands on her hips.

Timmy shrugged, "I mean, yeah? What's wrong with that?"

"I'm not a dog you can just put up for the night, Timothée. What about when I have to go to the bathroom?" she pointed out, annoyed.

"Well, I don't know what to do!" His phone pinged in his hand, he read a message and announced, "Trent's here."

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Maybe We Were a Bit Too Loud.. (Jude Bellingham) *Smut*

A/N: been a bit too many Jude stories. if yall have any trent requests pls send

Y/N's POV:

Jude and I have both been so occupied in our work, we have barely got any time to spend with our daughter, let alone ourselves. Kiera had a play at school, so I got off work early. Unfortunately, Jude couldn't make it. She was quite upset about it, but I made sure to make it up to her. We had a girls day. We went to the Salon and got our nails done. I needed a refill on my nails and she wanted to get some color for her birthday party in a few days. I also got her some ice cream and had a shopping spree.

"Mama! Mama! Mama!" Kiera yells. She really doesn't have to be so loud. I'm right next to her. It has been a long day. As fun as it was, it was fucking exhausting. I look at her and she shows me some toy that she has, explaining it as if I didn't buy it for her. "Honey, that's amazing." I play into her excitement. "Mum, I'm hungry." She tells me, abruptly dropping her toy. "Let's get you some food, my little hungry bunny." I say, scooping her up and kissing her tummy. She starts wriggling in a fit of ticklish laughter.

I finish making spaghetti Bolognese as per my hungry bunny's request. She's just like her father. I take out her Minnie Mouse plate from the kitchen cabinet and give her some pasta. I also pair it with some leftover mashed potato and some freshly steamed broccoli and carrots. "Mama! I don't like carrots!" Kiera yells, very politely. "I know, sweetheart, but if you don't want to end up with glasses like mama, you have to have them." I tell her. She's not a picky eater, unlike me, but carrots are her weakness. It's not fun waking up to see a blurry husband, and if she wants to escape my genetic curse of poor eyesight, she has to eat her carrot. "Hmph. Fine." She says, crossing her arms but still listening to me. She's such a blessing.

As I'm serving myself the spaghetti and the vegetables (purely to be a good roll model to my daughter) for myself, I hear the door lock rattling. I look up to see my husband walk through the door. "Daddy!!" Kiera yells, attempting to get off of our high counter chairs. Jude quickly walks to his carbon copy and picks her up. "Hello, my love." He says, littering her face with kisses and placing her back on her chair. She continues munching away at her veggies. "Mhh...Whatever you made smells amazing." He says, walking to the back of the counter, where I place my plate onto the table and get out his plate. "Spaghetti Bolognese." I tell him. He grabs me by the waist and places a kiss on my head. "Missed ya." He says, then placing a kiss on my lips. "Missed you too." I reply. "Ewwww." We hear a little voice say. Our little love session is interrupted by Kiera fake gagging. She learns too much from Jobe. "Alright, alright. Go sit down, love." I tell Jude. He sits down and I place his food in front of him. He quickly gobbles it up.

"Mama, can we watch bluey?" Kiera asks. "No, honey. It's mama's turn to choose." Jude says. Kiera is sat on her little pink blanket at the left in of our very large L-shaped white couch. Jude and I are sitting on the right side. "But, daddy-" She argues back. "No 'but's." Jude says sternly. "You got your turn yesterday, and I was before you. Mama's last few turns were taken by us, too. It's time we let her choose." He explains to our daughter. She lets out a huff and puff. "Jude, it's not that serious. Let her watch. I'm pretty tired anyways." I whisper to Jude a bit too loud. "Yay! Thank you, mama!" She says, taking the remote from Jude and playing her show. "Baby, you can't give in." Jude begins a lecture. "Hey, don't tell me. You're the one who spoils her." I tell him. I'm supposed to be the strict parent, not him.

Jude put's his arm over my shoulders after the 76th episode of these stupid Australian dogs. I would go to bed, but this is the only family time we've had in weeks. I reach for my phone to check when bedtime will roll around. I let out a sigh as I realize tomorrow is a weekend, therefor she can sleep in. Jude senses my frustration and pulls me in deeper. Kiera's trance is broken when she looks over to see her parents at peace. She immediately stands up on the couch makes the strut towards us. She decides to sit right in between Jude and I, of course cuddling him and giving me her back. Jude and I's cuddle session was cut way too short.

My head moves from it’s comfortable position on the back of the couch to look at where the little snores are coming from. I see our little monkey finally asleep after 3 long hours of Australian dogs. I pat Jude's arm and he, in response, picks her up and starts walking towards the stairs. I clean up some of the cups, snacks, and toys left on the coffee table and quickly follow Jude's path. I close the baby gate at the top of the stairs Jude installed when Kiera starting crawling and head towards Keira's bedroom. I creak the door open to see Jude putting her into bed. He firmly tucks her into bed and places her pink bunny next to her. On his way out, he turns on her moon-shaped nightlight, as she's afraid of the dark, and shuts the door behind him.

Jude backs out of the room, still facing his daughter. He turns around and gets slightly startled by me standing directly behind him. "Fuck, baby. You scared me. I didn't know you were there." He says putting his hand on his own chest. "I'm sorry." I tell him, nuzzling myself into his chest. I haven't been able to feel Jude without another little lady jumping on him. Jude places his hand on the back of my head and pushes me further into him. "Let's get you to bed, pretty lady." He grabs my hand and leads me to our shared bedroom.

"Where are you going? You've already done all your bathroom shit." He tells me as I throw the blanket off myself. "Mama's going to go change into some PJs. She doesn't feel like being caught in a bra and panties when Keira decides to love bomb you tomorrow morning." Did I just say that? "Mama's gonna do what?" Jude makes fun of my use of 'mom language'. "See what this damn kid is doing to me?" I tell him, walking into our walk-in closet. I walk into my side of our closet. I open the drawer of 'sexy' underwear I have. it's basically has cobwebs on it. I pick out Jude's formerly favorite white set. I look at myself in the mirror, feeling better about myself than the last time I put it on.

Jude took me to a fancy hotel a few weeks after Keira was born to give me a break. I decided to bring along this set to 'impress' him. I was freshly postpartum, and I felt very insecure. I haven't put it on since then, but I've been working hard to get my prepartum body back. Obviously, I don't look the same as young, active, 20-year-old Y/N Jude met, but I would say I look pretty darn okay. I quickly slip on a silky robe, coming right under my arse. I tie it in a way where it cinches my waist and leaving the front open enough to give Jude a peak of his former bestie.

Jude is sat up on his side of the bed, book in hand. (Jude 110% does not read before but, but dad!jude does) I walk over to my side of the bed, taking an excessive amount of time in hopes that Jude will notice me. "Hey, baby? I was wondering if- Whoa." He says, taking his eyes away from his book. "Whoa?" I say, pretending to be clueless. Jude quickly puts his book on the side table and pushes the blanket off of his lap. He gets up and walks towards me. I open my arms for him to come into. He grabs my waist and I wrap my arms around his neck. "You look amazing, love." He tells me, leaning in to kiss my neck. He starts licking and sucking on the sensitive spot behind my ear. "Jude..." I moan, throwing my head back. Jude leaves my neck and puts his hands right where my robe ends. He effortlessly lifts me up.

He goes back to kissing me as he walks us over to the bed. He places me in the middle of it. He undoes my robe and kisses me from my neck down to my stomach. He leaves a few bites and marks on my stomach. He works his way down to my panties and slowly takes them off. He starts to lick and suck on my clit. He slowly works his way up to using 3 fingers inside me. I'm moaning and whining with my hands in his hair. "Fuck, Jude. That feels so good!" I moan out, grabbing his hair even tighter. Normally, he would talk a lot during sex, but he's so focus on me and making me feel good that he can't be bothered to dirty talk.

"Fuck, baby. Just like that. Ride me like that. Taking me so well." He says, pushing my hips back and forth. He has my robe open up top, but tied up. I ended up getting too cold, but we were too eager to stop to change the temperature, so I put on the robe again. I have my hands on his chest, using him as leverage to keep me moving. I feel my legs give out, and Jude senses it. He grabs me and flips me onto the bed. He quickly gives me a passionate kiss and pulls out of me. "Turn over, baby. On your belly." He tells me. I quickly obey, too horny to resist. I get on my hands and knees. Jude pushes his dick back in and thrusts into me at an ungodly pace. The headboard is slamming against our wall, and I'm making some very loud and lewd noises. Jude reaches up to my head and grabs a handful of my long hair. He wraps it around his hand and uses it to pull my head back. He uses this to kiss my neck, leaving even more marks than before. He pulls me off my hands and makes me grab the headboard. He wraps his unused hand around my throat and squeezes lightly. "You like that, baby? Like the way I'm fucking you?" Jude grunts into my ear. "Yes, baby. Fuck, you fuck me so good!" I moan out. I can feel a knot start to go undone in my stomach. "Baby, I'm gonna-" I tell him, reaching back to put my hands in his hair. "I know, sweetie. Cum for me. Cum around me, my love." As I hear that, I quickly let my orgasm wash over me, Jude following close behind me, filling me up with his warm cum.

"That was amazing." He tells me, kissing my sweaty forehead. Jude had cleaned me and himself up and gotten us some very fancy champagne from our wine cellar. "I know. I'm glad we got some time alone, finally." I tell him, looking up to kiss his lips. It's been way too long since Jude and I got freaky. It's hard to find the time when you're raising the clingiest child of all time. Jude takes a sip of his sparkly drink and turns on the electronic fireplace. It's mainly ambience, but it's nice to have. He turns off the two nightlights and gets comfy. Him and I drink and talk the night away, until we both cave to our parental positions and fall asleep with a show in the background.

(Time skip)

I open my eyes to see a blurry world. I reach over to the side table where I fumble until I find my glasses. I put them on and turn to face my husband. Somewhere along the night, he turned off the T.V. and tucked us into bed, taking off my glasses and placing them on my side table. On the rare occasion where I get to see him, he looks so beautiful in the mornings. I snuggle into him and kiss his forehead. I nuzzle into him and close my eyes once again, enjoying the quite morning. No rush. No Keira. This is nice. I feel Jude stirring slightly. He knows I'm awake as I have my glasses on. He places a kiss on my lips as I kiss him back. "Good morning." I tell him, giddy as ever. It's like it's our first night together at his mum's place again. "Good morning, love." He says in his raspy morning voice. Him and I chat a little before hearing a door creak open. I look over Jude's shoulder to see Kiera standing there with her bunny in her hands, her hair wild as ever.

"Can I come in?" She asks, rubbing her eyes. I quickly but discreetly slip on my panties that were discarded the night before. "Of course, love." Jude says, opening his arms to his baby girl. He places her in the middle of us, and for once she chooses to cuddle me and not Jude. I accept her cuddles with open arms and pull her in closer. "I like this. It's soft." She tells me, rubbing over my robe. Jude lets out a laugh and kisses the back of her head. He slings his arm over the two of us and pulls us into him.

"Daddy? I have a question." She asks her father who has his head on the pillow and his eyes closed. He lets out a 'hmm?' while keeping his eyes closed. "Are you nice to mama?" Jude and and I are both shocked by the question. "Of course he is, baby. Why are you asking?" I ask her. "I heard some banging on the wall yesterday and you yelling." She tells us, now sitting up. Jude and I both mentally face palm. I look at him, expecting an answer just to see him looking at me the same way. "Sweety, mama and I were just playing. She's fine." Jude explains to her. "But you said that you shouldn't play in a way where people get hurt." She says crossing her arms, visibly upset with her daddy. "Baby, I wasn't hurt." I tell her, rubbing her arm. "Then, why were you yelling?" She asks. "Umm..." I look over to Jude for an answer once again, but he is looking around the room, playing dumb. Amazing. "You know how you start yelling when your daddy tickles you? Like that." I come up with an excuse. "Oh. Daddy tickled you for a long time then." Jude starts snickering and I simply nod. Keira nods, satisfied with the answer. Jude tells her to go use the toilet and brush her teeth. She gets up and marches out of the room.

"So, can I tickle you again?"

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I know this is kind of a silly concept to jump thisss far ahead but it felt cute to me 🥹 Going far into the future of the You’re Mine*, Ours*, and The Epilogue world!

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'15 Again' - 4.1k words |

↳ A boy invites Teddy, now 15, to go to the cinema. Y/N reassures her it will go well but both you and she are nervous about how Trent will act.

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“Mummy, please just don’t let him make it a big deal. It’s one thing if he wants to drive us but if he’s gonna go all ‘dad mode’ I just won’t go.” Teddy complained with a devastatingly cute pout that she’d carried since she was born. 

“Baby, he is your dad. If there’s one thing he’s going to do, he’s going to ‘dad.’” You sympathetically smiled at her. Teddy had been talking to a guy. It was very evident there was a crush in full bloom. He was cute, reminded you a little of Trent to be honest when she showed you a photo. You weren't totally sure of the extent of it but she’d been filling you in here and there but keeping it fairly sparse the second Trent came round. She of course told Trent but it took a lot of encouragement for her to muster up the courage to ask him if she could go see a movie with the boy. She covered by saying it was a group of her friends all hanging out, that was true, but the only reason Teddy took any interest and felt the need to ask was because the boy invited her. You had told Trent this one night in bed. 

“T… I know it’s not your favorite thing in the world but she was excited and I want her to feel confident going. I don’t want her to not tell us things.” You cooed lying on his bare chest dragging your nails mindlessly over his warm skin. 

“I know you’re right. That’s the last thing I want with our kids.” Trent sighed. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do baby but who the fuck is this kid?” Trent asked, shuffling to sit up in your bed pulling you with him. “Why’s he inviting her anywhere?” He asked you naively. 

“T… she’s stunning. It’s not exactly shocking a boy is interested. Remember when you used to bring her to training and everyone’s little boys just used to flock. I hate to tell you this, it’s only getting worse.” You giggled. Teddy from day dot just drew people in with her looks. Yes, you would argue her personality and heart were her best attributes but she was gorgeous and from the age of probably about four on, boys around her age took note. 

“Yeah, but I was there to tell them to get the fuck away from my baby.” Trent told you with a stern face. He definitely never told a teammate’s five year old son to 'fuck off' but he thought it anytime a boy came near Teddy.  “I made her. I know that she’s beautiful. She’s perfect but baby, she’s smart and she’s funny and she doesn’t need him.” Trent subconsciously pouted.  

“No, you’re right, she doesn’t need anyone but she likes to have friends, T. It's nice to be liked.” You gently cooed, running your hands over his soft warm skin in consolation. 

“Do they have to be lads?” He held his pout but shifted his gaze to look down at you with signature pooling puppy dog eyes. 

“Look, if anything, you know from first hand experience it’s possible to truly love and care and support a girl, hmm?” You smiled before craning your neck up to Trent for a kiss. 

“I kn…. She’s just my baby.” Trent sighed hating that you had a point but he was sure there was no way a boy Teddy’s age could love someone the way he loved you and there was no way they deserved Teddy, full stop. 

“She’s fifteen.” You frowned at him. An ache rifled through your own heart realizing your baby girl was so grown. Teddy was two years old forever. That was Trent’s baby, she was spoiled but he expected the world from her, and boys weren’t allowed to exist. That’s how he liked her life to be.

“Teddy bear just take it as a win, hmm?” You cooed as you made food for Teddy, her friend, Sophie, Tate, and Theo. The agreed upon plan was that Teddy could go to the film as long as Trent dropped them off at the cinema to meet their friends. 

“People love dad.” Theo added stealing a strawberry off your cutting board before popping over to your kitchen table to take a seat next to his younger brother. 

“Dad’s the coolest, Ted.” Tate added. His smile incredibly innocent, sweet and identical to Trent’s. Your youngest baby, now ten, which was a big deal to him, just had this purity about him that made you want to just squish him.

“He’s pretty cool, huh?” You cooed gently, walking over to kiss Tate’s hair as you put down a plate for him and one for Teddy’s friend, Sophie.  He hummed, turning to hug your waist as you swatted at Theo who was reaching to steal some of his food. You had made him a plate you just needed to go grab it, if he could wait.

“I know people love dad, that's the problem.” Teddy sighed. Teddy adored Trent, of course she did. You had yet to hit a year where she hadn’t but add a teen crush into the mix and things seemed to go a bit hairy. 

“It’ll be fine, seriously.” Sophie tried to reassure her. She wasn’t nearly as nervous as Teddy was but her dad also wasn’t the one driving them.

“Mum…” Teddy whined looking for some sort of reprieve. Some saving grace as if you could miraculously change Trent’s mind. 

“Baby… if you’re that worried about it just talk to him. You know you can, no?” You smiled bringing over the remaining plates for Teddy and Theo. 

“I know but what am I supposed to say?” She groaned, dropping her head into her hands. 

“That you have a fat crush.”  Theo teased her with a cheeky laugh. He reached over prodding at her side. 

“Tio!” Teddy complained. Her nickname for Theo had stuck. The ‘h’ in Theo’s name had never really made an appearance in your house.  Your oldest boy raised his hands claiming his innocence. Childish giggles escaped from Tate. For context, your fourth baby Tyde was out at a friend’s house but despite missing one, your house was constantly filled with laughter. Trent had taken Tyde this morning on his way to training which he was supposed to be home from soon to take Teddy and Sophie. It was busy but it was what you’d always wanted. 

“Hi babyyy! I missed you, T.” You sang with a big smile seeing Trent come into the kitchen on time after training.

“C’mere, beautiful.” Trent cooed, pulling you by your waist into his embrace. He kissed you in a way that was sexy but stern before he kissed the tip of your nose. “You missed me?” He flashed you the most gorgeous smile that still managed to fill your stomach with butterflies. You bit your lip and nodded completely smitten as if you two were fifteen years old. Teddy’s friend's eyes widened and a cheeky smile grew on her face as she watched you two in awe of the chemistry that was old hat to your three kids who sat unphased at the table. 

“Can you guys like not… I have a friend over.” Teddy quipped feigning a dramatic grossed out face.  

“Dad’s just a simp! Good for mum. Just let them live their life.” Theo laughed, taking a jab at Trent. Teddy tossed a less than impressed ‘ew’ comment at him. 

“Sorry baby bear. I love mummy and that's not changing anytime.” Trent told her as he swayed you back and forth in his arms. He stood behind you resting his chin down upon your shoulder. 

“Y/N... how did you guys meet?” Sophie asked you, putting her elbows on the table and her face in her hands looking on with great fascination.

“Oh… erm… We met in Manhattan where I was living at the time. He was on holiday and we just clicked.  Then I gave up my whole life just to make all these beautiful new ones though so don’t forget that. Miss. ‘Can you not.’” You kissed Teddy’s cheek, pinching at her waist teasingly for her cheeky complaint moments ago. 

“Honestly… stand up, mum. You’re so embarrassing for him. He was a professional footie player, it’s not like you were making a big sacrifice.” Teddy quipped with some bite you weren’t loving that she was developing lately but she was a teenager. It ebbed and flowed. She knew her place and the respect you expected at the end of the day. 

“Boo hoo trading my penthouse for my mansion.” Theo piled on with a tease. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I love you mum.” He rectified immediately, holding his hands back up in innocence knowing a reprimand from his dad was forthcoming. Trent shot him a glare. Trent would take crap banter from your boys but you weren’t really on the table. Trent wouldn’t let them. 

“You know you used to get so fussy when I talked about the times I hadn’t met dad yet and here you are now switching up on me.” You cooed to Teddy recalling that since she could even speak singular words, she’d complain the second Trent wasn’t the topic. 

“Yeah well… She dipped on my aunts to move here.” Teddy turned and relayed a fairly incorrect version of your past to Sophie. You cautioned her with her name. “You did! You dipped on Lauren and Winnie!” She yelped.

“Ted, you wouldn’t even exist if she didn’t move so I don’t know why you’re complaining about this.” Theo piped up in the midst of continuing to steal food off Tate's plate just to get a rise out of him.

“Okay, okay, enough. This conversation is over, thank you.” You moved to go pluck a few berries off Theo’s plate and plopped them back over onto Tate’s. “I’m happy with my decisions but I appreciate the feedback.” You smiled walking back over to Trent at the kitchen island.  

“I am pretty happy with your decisions as well. Somehow look even better than you did then though, how’d you manage that, hmm?.” Trent whispered in your ear but everyone in the room could hear. You giggled. Maybe Teddy was right, you were embarrassing for him. 

“Dad, don’t lie.” Teddy groaned. 

“Aye.” Trent sternly cautioned her.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean that, mama. You’re gorgeous… It's honestly annoying.” Teddy sighed. She stood up to come and give you an appologetic cuddle. You welcomed her into your warm embrace.

“Yeah, Y/N you’re so fit. Like good on you. All our guy friends think you’re hot.” Sophie added. You waved her off but internally you were celebrating a fifteen year old thinking you looked good. Trent winced when he heard the phrase ‘our guy friends’ come out her mouth though.

“Bye my Teddy girl.” You gently cooed as Teddy came to say bye to you before heading out.

“Bye mama, I love you.” She softened immediately upon seeing you as her anxiety began to rise ahead of leaving the house. She felt like a little girl, and to you she always would be.

“Be brave, okay? You’re beautiful, baby.” You reminded her cupping her cheek. 

“I’m kind of nervous now.” She confessed even though she didn’t have to. She knew you already knew it but it was nice to get off her chest.

“You’ll have fun. Just text me, yeah? And don’t let daddy play his music.” You smiled at her with some reassurance and a joke. 

“Definitely not.” She laughed. “You really think this looks okay?” She asked you. You had let her borrow a tan Miu Miu knit cardigan of yours to wear. The white fabric highlighting her golden tanned skin. 

“Perfect. Promise. My gorgeous gorgeous girl. But baby if you're nervous tell daddy, please. You know he always helps you. He has good advice.” You sympathetically smiled at her stroking your thumb over her inherited high cheek bone. 

“I know, thanks mama.” She whispered, hugging you. 

“Love you, baby.” You said as you fixed the necklace laying on her chest. It was the diamond band Trent gave her still on a chain from when he proposed to you. You had to get a new chain length over time but it was just the same. “Say bye to your brothers, please.” You cooed. 

“Bye Tio,  bye Tatey.” Teddy yelled out to them. She was met with teasing ‘good luck’ sentiments.

“Dad…” Teddy hesitantly called to Trent. Sophie had tucked to the toilet before they left, leaving only Teddy and her nerves in the foyer. Trent hummed, turning towards her. “I know it’s lame....I’m sure you wouldn’t get it... but I don’t know...you probably don’t even want to hear about tonight but I’m nervous.” Teddy mumbled, scared. 

“C’mere baby.” Trent pulled her to sit on the bottom of the stairs with him while they waited for Sophie. “I will listen to you about anything, always. I get it. What makes you think I’m immune to nerves! Hmm?” He smiled at her wrapping his arm around her.

“Dad…you’re you.” She pouted, incorrectly thinking Trent never got nervous. 

“Ted, I get nervous all the time. It's just all about what you do with those nerves. You think I’m not full of nerves before.. “ Teddy sighed, gearing up to hear about football. Trent caught her disappointment though. “You know what, baby? When I first took mummy on a date… god, I went in confident. I thought nothing could shake me but I saw her and mummy’s gorgeous, we know that…” Trent smiled recalling your first date. 

“Yeah? How is this helping me?” Teddy raised her brow trying to think how hearing how attractive you were would help her right now. 

“Listen. I barely knew her. I was terrified but those nerves helped me to understand it clearly was something that was important to me. I wanted the night to go well. And it did because that’s the other thing, Ted, if you like someone, they should put those nerves at ease overtime, sure not out the gate, it’s good to have butterflies and all that, but you should be able to relax.”  Trent kissed her temple.

“What if he doesn’t relax with me… what if I’m not pretty enough? Mama is kind of a tough person to compare to.” Teddy sighed once more resting her head against his shoulder. Trent pulled her tighter to him. 

“Hey. You are the most stunning girl. I’m serious. And you know it as well. Yeah?” Trent clicked the power button of his phone to light up his background. It was a photo of your family but Teddy was sat in the middle. He tapped on her figure, pointing out that she was indisputably beautiful. “When I met mummy, did you know what really made her gorgeous? Makes her gorgeous? What made me really fall in love with her? Not just a girl… her specifically?” Teddy shook her head 

“She was just her. That's what sets you apart. There is no one like you, Teddy Alexander-Arnold. You are beautiful, smart, brave, funny. Baby, I’ll be the first to tell you - this lad doesn’t deserve your time but if you want someone to like you, they’ll like you for all that you are and nothing but that. I won’t have it any other way.” Trent told her sincerely.

“Thanks daddy.” Teddy cooed, hugging him. 

“Not another way, alright? I’ll fucking tell him that as well.” Trent quipped with a serious face.

“Dad, please.” Teddy giggled. 

“I have pull around here. That lad won’t step a foot near another footie match.” Trent laughed but both of them knew he was being serious. 

“I think he’d probably hate that.” Teddy laughed, feeling a weight lift off her. 

“Well then tell him if he doesn’t think you’re the most perfect girl in the whole world he can forget about going to a footie match any time soon… and he’s an idiot. My most perfect girl in the whole world.” Trent cooed. Their identical dimples sunk further into their smiling cheeks. “You and mummy, you know? Little bit of a tie for me.” Trent grinned at her, squeezing her side. 

“There it is.” Teddy giggled. “Tio’s right, you are a simp.” She said standing up, Trent following. .

“Gimme a cuddle, baby bear.” Trent cooed pulling her into him once more. 

“I just want to meet the lads. Relax!” Trent laughed a little as he drove into the car park. Trent drove Sophie and Teddy to the movie theater. Teddy happily taking care of music on the way there. As Trent's sleek black G-Wagon rolled up to the cinema, its tinted windows reflecting the streetlights, Teddy felt a mix of excitement and dread. She loved her dad more than anything, but she also knew what was about to happen. The group of boys gathered outside the cinema—all waiting for Teddy and her friend—began to mutter amongst themselves the moment the car pulled up.

"You think her dad will bring her?" one of the boys whispered, eyes wide with a mix of awe and nerves.

"I hope so, bro.”  Another replied, trying to play it cool but failing miserably. Teddy glanced at her dad, hoping he might just drop her off without too much fanfare. But of course, Trent had other plans. He turned off the engine and gave her a smile that was both reassuring and mischievous.

"Dad, please no.” Teddy groaned softly, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over her. She wasn't mortified by Trent himself—she loved him dearly—but she knew he was more than just a dad to most people. 

“Nah, c’mon.” To these boys, he was a legend, a celebrity, and her personal hero. When Trent stepped out of the car, the boys straightened up, their eyes widening even more. They all tried to play it cool, but their excitement was palpable. As Trent approached, a few of them began to stammer,

“M-Mr. Alexander-Arnold, we're such huge fans—" Trent chuckled, his smile easy.

“Yeah? You know ball then but it’s just Trent, lads. No need for all that." He extended his hand, dapping each of them, but his eyes were searching for one boy in particular—the one Teddy had mentioned. When he spotted him, he motioned for the boy to step aside.

“Mate, come here a second," he said with a nod, his tone friendly but carrying an unmistakable authority. The boy, clearly nervous but trying to keep his composure, walked over to Trent. His friends watched in a mix of envy and curiosity. 

"Yes, sir—I mean, Trent," he stuttered. Trent gave him a firm but kind smile, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Listen, mate," he began, his voice lowering so only the two of them could hear. “You’re not going to touch my daughter, you got that?”  Trent explained very seriously.

"Of course, sir—I mean, Trent. I understand…" the boy nodded quickly, starting to loose the life in his eyes.  Trent cut him off with a smile, though there was a seriousness in his eyes. 

"Good to hear. But let me tell you something, and I mean this in the nicest way possible," he continued, his tone still polite but unmistakably firm. "I need you to know that that girl over there is perfect and she has me, three brothers, two uncles, and the entire England football association that will hurt you lad if you hurt her, got it? She’s perfect, yeah?.” Trent told him. 

"I know sir." The boy gulped, nodding fervently. Trent patted his shoulder once more, his smile returning to its usual warmth. “Thank you for letting her come.” Trent was shocked the young boy continued talking but softened at his demeanor. It was genuine. Not fearful but secure and earnest. Definitely nervous though. “I… I.. Well, she said she’d never seen Harry Potter and I thought she’d like it. I don’t know what you think of it but I just thought you’d… like you have to see it at least once so.” The boy nervously babbled. It took all Trent had not to fall into the nerd he was to talk about those films. Teddy hadn’t even shared that she and her friends were going to see those movies rerun tonight.

“Yeah. Course. She’ll like the films. Threat still stands but I agree. She’s beautiful and protected, don't forget that.” Trent reminded him snapping back into his protective dad mode.

“I won’t. It was really nice to meet you, sir.” Trent gave him a simple head nod. 

“You’ll call me or mummy, hmm?” Trent cooed, walking back to Teddy to say goodbye. Feeling a little more at ease now that he made his presence known to this boy. 

“Yeah, I promise. Thank you. dad. You didn’t say anything bad right?” Teddy sheepishly asked Trent, terrified of his response. 

“Teddy girl...” He gave her a cheeky grin and she pouted. “I will never not protect you, baby but I want you to have fun too, yeah? But not too much, you know?” Trent cautioned her. 

“Dad!” Teddy yelped with a grossed out face, hating Trent’s insinuation.

“Ted! It’s a valid comment to make! If he tries to kiss you….” Trent tried to keep talking but Teddy cut him off with another yelp. “Just be a good girl for me, please, yeah? Maybe next time you take him to a match day instead.” Trent smiled, pulling her into a cuddle.

“Really? Teddy’s eyes opened wide. Match days were fairly Alexander- Arnold family heavy days so she was surprised. 

“Yeah, consider it a step before bringing him home. I think he likes ya, baby so we’ll have to get to know him a little more.” Trent winked at her. 

“I feel like Anfield would be slightly more intimidating whereas Mum and Tatey at home aren’t exactly the most threatening people.” She softly smiled trying to really weigh what Trent was offering. “Oh my god… Celly will kill him.” Teddy came to a very quick realization about the facts of brining a boy to a match.

“That’s the point, Ted. That’s the point.” Trent smiled, kissing her temple. Teddy rolled her eyes. As Trent walked back to the G-Wagon, Teddy could only cover her face with her hands, half-laughing, half-groaning in embarrassment. But deep down, she felt a swell of pride and love for her dad. Even when he was being a bit overprotective, she knew he had her best interests at heart. And seeing the boy’s awestruck expression as Trent walked away, she couldn’t help but smile— maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“It went okay?” You tentatively asked Trent getting into bed that night. 

“It was fine, baby.” He laughed climbing into bed beside you. He pulled you into his embrace. 

“How embarrassing were you?” You asked with a smirk knowing that the question would evoke a response. 

“I genuinely was not!  I’m so offended you and Teddy always make it out like I am.” He responded with a laugh feigning offense to your question. You shot him a glare knowing he had been acting a little over protective and it wasn’t all that far fetched. “Baby, Ted said she was fine. I told her she should invite the lad to a match. He said he liked football.” Trent hummed kissing your hair.

“Wow… little 180 huh?” You looked up at him surprised by him offering the invitation when just the other night Trent was furious the boy even looked in Teddy’s direction. 

“Nah, I just want to sus the kid out. Seemed cool, seemed to understand that she’s perfect and that there was a high likelihood of him getting hurt if he did anything.” Trent explained with a proud smile. 

“T!” You whined. 

“Nah. Relax, beautiful.  I just chatted with him. All her friends were excited to meet me and then I left.” Trent told you keeping his smug self satisfactory grin plastered to his face. 

“Her friends seem to be quite excited by a lot of things.” You mused dropping your tone as you moved to straddle him, recalling what Sophie had shared earlier.

“Mmm you’re making me excited right now.” He cheekily hummed. “But I’ll tell you right now, if I find out which one of them said you’re hot. I’ll tell him he’s not fucking wrong but he need to shut his mouth. Get away from my wife.” Trent’s face falling from lust into seriousness and then swiftly back into a teasing smile. “You are just too beautiful, hmm?” He pulled you down tight to him, eliciting a giggle from you. “Then you go and make that gorgeous girl. Now, I have to protect both of you.” Trent explained dramatically. 

“Baby.” You pouted at him before kissing his lips.

“You’re just for me.” He whispered, his lips ghosting over yours.

“Always always always.” You cooed.

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afterglow- pt 6 [ T.A.A ]

pairings: trent alexander arnold x fem!reader

summary: young and aspiring marketing and business major jamie carter (you) is privileged with working alongside the liverpool marketing and public relations team while also getting entangled with their star player and right back, trent alexander arnold.

genre(s): friends to lovers, workplace romance, fluff

[wc: 4.6K] [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 7] [part 8] [part 9] [part 10] [part 11] [part 12]

notes: this chapter is a bit longer but it was so funny to write. and of course, it was sitting in my drafts for like 50 years... enjoy!

if someone were to ask you to pick between your mother and your father you wouldn't be able to answer the question, much like most people in the world. they both offered qualities you needed respectively and you were grateful to have them both in your life. kind of.

seeing as you spent most of your life in london, despite being born in liverpool you grew up with your mother and spent a solid 22 years in her presence with nowhere to go. you loved it in london, it was your home and you couldn't let it go. but what it lacked was your father— your best friend.

you were living with him right now because of the whole "alex has chicken pox" situation but you were welcomed home to a facetime from your nephew so that was fun. it was easier with your father, you didn't have to walk on eggshells around him, you could talk about anything and laugh about everything together and that's what you loved about him— his neverending support.

it started with taking you to football practice without your mother knowing, her thinking that he was accompanying you to weekly ballet. when instead, he'd have your kit in the car ready at all times, and supporting you from the sidelines all the way until high school.

and then when your mum was against your university major in marketing instead of law as you had "agreed" upon, your father took the drive from liverpool to london so that he could have a chat with her. and to your surprise she gave up and let you do as you pleased with much reluctance.

so when they got the divorce when you were 16 and he moved back to liverpool, the decision was seamless but you still stayed with your mother seeing as maya already had a job position on that side. after all, you couldn't leave your mother alone. the woman gave birth to you for crying out loud.

all that just for you to move to liverpool eventually because of a really bad break-up. which brought you to your current point— the one where your father wanted to wring every single man's neck no matter how they looked at you.

you felt like a teenager sneaking out like this but you had no other choice. you were going on a drive to lord knows where with a freaken football player, "the most unloyal men on this planet", as your father liked to say.

but of course, he had to catch you in the act, a look of confusion plastered on his face as he stood in the living room, getting ready for bed. "why are you walking around like you did something wrong?" he gasped at your guilty expression, "are you leaving me already? you're just like your mother."

your anxiety vanished in an instant at his joke, an attempt to get the truth out of you. "it's too late to be making jokes like that."

he crossed his arms over his chest. "and it's too late for you to be walking around the house like you're in the 'quiet place'. seriously jamie, why are you tiptoeing?"

you raised your hands in defence, "I thought you were sleeping. my bad for being considerate."

he let out an unconvinced hum and eyed you up and down. he took in the fact that you were in a pair of sweats and a navy blue zip-up hoodie. "you're not a teenager anymore." he shook his head and let out an amused chuckle.

you watched as he made his way to the kitchen and you couldn't help but follow behind him, "what's that supposed to mean?"

he didn't answer your question for a moment and continued to rummage through the fridge for something, happily taking out a box of doughnuts you two had bought earlier. "it means that you can leave the house when you want to. just tell me first."

it was times like this that you forgot you were an adult. to be fair you never really considered yourself to be one, or to act like one either. "oh." there was a moment of silence that passed but it was interrupted by your phone going off.

the way that you darted to check the message said enough to your father, and he let out another amused chuckle. "go on now. don't keep the boy waiting."

your eyes widened in shock, your mouth dry in disbelief but he waved you off. "leave before I go outside to meet him. or should I just--"

"--stay here! I'll be home soon!"

"so do you always drag girls out of bed to keep you company in your car?"

trent rolled his eyes at your question from the driver's seat but kept his attention on the empty road, only the city lights illumating the dark night. "first of all: I didn't drag you out of bed, you could have said no. and second: no I don't usually do this."

you looked at him with your eyes narrowed, not sure what possessed him to call you at 10 in the evening for a drive. "oh so I get special privileges now? care to explain why?"

"I just wanted to go for a drive that's all," he answered honestly with a shrug of his shoulders but that still wasn't quite the answer you were looking for.

you fought back your amused smile. "you have friends for that trent, I'm sure."

the car stopped at a red light which allowed him to look over at you sitting comfortably in the passenger seat of his car. it wasn't the first time after all— there were many trips to the academy, sometimes having to shoot content with him and even that one morning when he picked you up at your sister's apartment for work.

you'd never forget that day and the innocent look on his face when he called you to say that he was outside just as you were grabbing your car keys. it was strange but you didn't mind it.

he let out a sigh and continued to drive after the light had turned green. "all my friends prefer to spend their evenings with their girlfriends and wives so yeah no thanks. and besides--" he shot you an appointed look, "--are we not friends?"

your mouth dried up. that was a little more than you wanted to get out of him, not sure how to respond. colleagues? definitely. banter buddies? sure. but friends?? you were sure that there was some sort of boundary for that and you were never sure if you two had managed to get there yet.

"you could have asked skylar."

oh shit.

you bit your tongue in immediate regret. it was a genuine accident at how quickly it left from your lips and telling by the flicker in trrent's expression, you had hit a nerve. you were just about to apologise when he interjected.

"skylar," he emphasized her name, his lips curved into a smile as he spoke to you, "wouldn't be caught dead eating takeout in a mcdonald's parking lot at 10 in the evening with me though."

you didn't know what to think of his answer, but instead of overthinking it, you decided to make the most of the moment at least. there was no point in making this awkward and it's not like you didn't enjoy his company. trent was easy to be around. most of the time.

so that's how you found yourself parked at the far end of an empty mcdonald's parking lot with hardly any street lights in sight. you unbuckled your seat belt and reclined the seat further back for some more leg room, trent watching you as you did so.

"oh, you're definitely not new to this."

which was true, you weren't. you've had your fair share of late-night drives to get some fresh air back in london. the only difference was the person you were with, a distant memory that you weren't too fond with but maintained at the back of your mind.

you were sat with a large fries, a chocolate milkshake and a mcflurry. you dubbed it the ultimate late-night combo and trent was eager enough to take your word for it, and to his surprise it did not disappoint despite being so simple.

it didn't take long for the atmosphere to clear and for you to ease into conversation. dabbling a bit in random aspects of your lives, to movies, to football and to just nothing. you loved how easygoing it was, not much thought had to be put into anything you said which left you with room to just relax.

"so your mum's not from liverpool?"

you shook your head and took another sip from your milkshake. "she's from london, my dad's from liverpool. but they lived together here for a bit, and two or three years after I was born we moved back to london."

the explanation made trent tutt in disappointment. "and here I thought you were a purebred brit. your accent's probably fake too."

"the accent is real thank you very much," you defended with a hand to your chest.

he quirked a brow, "let's be honest here. you probably dated colwill. you were probably neighbours or something."

your eyes widened a fraction at his comment in utter shock. "levi?" well wasn't this just lovely, you couldn't help but laugh at the thought. "he's three years younger than I am."

trent scrunched his face at you, not convinced by your answer almost as if he knew something you didn't. "age is just a number or whatever they say. but no," he thought for a moment, "you couldn't have been with him because he would have said something by now."

it was strange to see this considering that trent literally played with levi in the england team, so the dots would've been connected long ago if you were in fact in cahoots with levi. it was quite the compliment, knowing that you were paired up with someone that attractive.

"if I were with levi then I wouldn't be in liverpool right now. I'd be back in london living my best life." your answer seemed to pique trent's interest, questions bubbling at his throat the more he found out about you.

"why is it that you left london?" he leant back into the seat, his full attention now on you in the dimly lit car. "I'm sure it's not just because of work."

oh definitely not. you just happened to get lucky there.

your lips pursed as you thought, not sure just how much he wanted to know or how much you were willing to tell. but it wouldn't hurt right?

"uhm," you cleared your throat, "bad breakup."

trent's intrigue increased at your answer, one that he wasn't expecting to be honest. he was expecting something more along the lines of running away from home because your parents' divorce or to be closer to maya.

"you don't look like the relationship type," he answered truthfully and your eyes widened in slight shock, feelings mixed and a bitter taste in your mouth.

how were you supposed to interpret that? negatively? positively? was he calling you independent?? the internal struggle was mind boggling.

you pushed the comment to the back of your mind and let out a hum. "no yeah, he cheated on me."

"oh fuck."

"with my best friend."

"oh fuck."

a laugh escaped your mouth at his reaction and how it got progressively more concerned with each passing second, and your nonchalance wasn't making him feel any better. he fumbled over his words for a bit, switching between the usual "I'm so sorry" and "you've got to be joking right now".

you assured him that you were fine, a closed lippsed smile drawn across your lips. "but like hey," you raised your hands jokjngly, "his name was michael so..."

trent blew out a breath at that and quirked a brow. "yeah, no you definitely asked for it then."

your rolled your eyes and played along for a moment, "I know right. and it didn't help that she was literally his best friend before we got together."

it was every cliché in the book to trent which only made the situation less serious, and seeing that you weren't showing any sort of discomfort towards it he didn't stop himself from laughing and getting back at you. "you just love making horrible life choices."

you nodded eagerly in agreement, saying that it was actually your forte— a gift that you just happened to be born with. it didn't take long for you to ask trent how he didn't know about the breakup. "I'm not famous but it was all over twitter for quite some time."

you came to learn that he wasn't a social media buff and preferred to keep to himself by just staying at home and enjoying his own company and you respected him for that. for you however, it was slightly different because your entire life was on social media but you didn't regret it.

the people that you met and the content that you had the opportunity to create were more than you could ever ask for. but obviously there were the downs— public breakups, hate comments, death threats. nothing out of the ordinary. quite a bit of your life was on display for the world to see so you understood trent's want to keep his life as private as possible.

you were getting to that point as well. you had a total of two friends— maya and clara. your daily routine consisted of waking up, going to work, pilates, pop into a barnes and noble, settling in at home and going live for a few hours. that was your quiet life and you were thoroughly enjoying it.

and trent did a damn good job at keeping his life private, skylar was an absolute myth to everyone. that and you felt that it was time to shift the attention to him for a bit.

"so what happened between you and name not to be mentioned? seeing as we're getting emotional here."

he wouldn't use the word "emotional" but a heart-to-heart was blatantly taking place, even though it wasn't planned. there was a look on his face that screamed how do I explain this? and it had you chewing on your lip for answers, any sort of answer.

it took trent a moment but he eventually let his guard down. "well rumors say that I cheated on her with some random youtuber's girlfriend— which is insane by the way."

not really.

"we dated for nearly two years, she was nice, came to my matches, said I made her heart do flips or something like that." the way it fell from his lips wasn't the slightest bit tasteful, no good reminisce or fondness in his tone at all.

you continued to listen to trent as he explained his relationship with skylar a bit more, furthering into how they met and whatnot. it wasn't anything crazy, just through a mutual friend and he decided to take her on a few dates just for fun, until they're eventually hit it off.

"I thought it was going well but then she said she needed a break out of nowhere, and I was like excuse me?" he said with just as much enthusiasm as if he were still in the moment, his forehead creased in confusion as he looked at you.

he was hurt and it was subtle but not subtle enough to miss. "and she just left without explaining?"

"no," he sighed. "she said she couldn't handle the restriction and needed some time to live her life but obviously the lads thought otherwise. robbo said it was emotional manipulation but I don't know."

"that girl is insane trent. she uses your bank card more than you do. she flakes out on most of your dates and when you try to speak to her about an issue or how you're feeling she gets emotional and starts playing the victim, while you try and apologise. get her out of your life."

this was at least a ten times worse than your situation and you were sympathising at this point. skylar was in fact a manipulator and trent wholeheartedly did not want to admit that.

"and now what? she just shows up and you're fine?" the question came out a little harsher than you intended so you immediately apologized, not wanting to ruin the moment and make him feel awkward. but it was a genuine question and you were borderline worried for him.

there was a moment of silence that enveloped the two of you, filled with even more uncertainty than before. "I don't know to be honest. she hasn't said anything yet but I haven't really been in the mood to confront her yet— I have bigger things to worry about right now."

okay, that was true. his head had to be in the game, and with his team, not some girl who came to lounge around for whatever reason. but you genuinely felt bad for him, a new light shone over him after this evening— one that revealed a little more vulnerability than he let on and it tugged at your heart strings.

driving home about an hour later with that knowledge sitting at the back of your mind wasn't the easiest and you just knew that it was going to keep you up tonight. plaguing your mind, sounding over your other thoughts that were probably more important, for example— the script that you had to give to one of the p.r members for an episode of Up the Reds!, the schedule for certain uploads and how the accounts had to be managed, as well as certain photoshoots and interviews that needed to be prepared beforehand and the packing you had to finish before--

"hey sweetheart," you cooed into the receiver end of your phone which just happened to catch trent's undivided attention but yours was out the window, as you adorned a soft smile.

"don't 'hey sweetheart' me," the voice of the teenager bit back but you swear you could hear him smiling. "you didn't tell me you were making the trip."

oh, he just had to go and tell the entire world huh?

you huffed out a breath, "in my defence, I only made the decision today." an unconvinced hum rang through your hear and you stifled a laugh. "are you going to be there?"

"no duh."

you rolled your eyes at the attitude he was giving you, which was nothing out of the ordinary. "I'm leaving in two days for the week so--"

"a week??" the shock in his tone was evident and you knew were this was leading. "he convinced you to stay for the week? and you said yes?!"

"I said yes so I could spend more time with you I swear. if you really think about it, I'm doing this for you."

"hm, oh really?" he dragged out and you pursed your lips to stop the laughter from escaping your lips. "I'm holding you to this. bye I'm leaving to try and comprehend the amount of lies that just came from your mouth."

"come on you can't be a--" you interjected but the boy was adamant.

"--bye!!"

you laughed sheepishly. "I love you."

"liar!"

that was nothing short of the usual phone call you seemed to get, a ghost of a smile still on your lips as you put your phone back down into your lap while trent mustered up the courage to say something.

"so." he gained your attention, his gaze immediately averting in front of him to the empty road as he drove a little slower than usual. "you're going somewhere?"

you perked up and nodded. "It's supposed to be to relax but I'm pretty sure I'll be more stressed out on that side of the world. I'll be back by next week though."

he probably should have asked where you were going but before you knew it, you were in front of your dad's house. and as suspected, all the lights were off but you knew he wasn't sleeping. he wouldn't even think about it until he knew that you were at home safely.

it was exactly 1:42 a.m., and only then had it hit you just how long you had stayed out. trent got out of the car and watched as you walked to the front door— the urge to say something tickling at his throat. something other than "goodbye" but it wasn't there yet.

you gave him a small wave and put your hand on the door handle, but before you could turn it, it was pulled open from the inside— your dad stood against the doorframe with a sly grin that you were so close to slapping off his face but he was quick.

he put his hand out and waved at trent, the footballer slightly amused at your reaction and harsh movements to push your dad back inside, a laugh echoing as he waved back politely. "good evening mr carter."

you whipped around and sent a glare trent's way but he was far more than pleased.

"jamie, why didn't you say that your boyfriend was a footballer?"

your heart dropped to your stomach. "dad! i swear I'm going to--"

your father continued on playfully. "and he plays for us? so you do have reasonable taste in men. and here I thought I raised an idiot."

trent was as a loss for words by now, his eyes flickering from you as you tried to loosen yourself from your father's grip on your shoulders. he knew you were blushing, but his was masked well by the lack of lighting.

"anyway, thank you so much for returning my daughter in one piece trent. I hope she didn't bother you too much." he tightened his grip on you and ruffled your hair. "she's rather irritating in my opinion."

"not at all," trent managed through a laugh. "she's great company."

your father didn't agree with his answer at all and he made it blatantly obvious until he finally bid trent goodbye and got back into the house where you basically jumped onto his back, your arm wrapped around his neck in a chokehold.

"why are you like this?? I have to see him at work!"

"that's your fault for dating a colleague!"

"we're not dating!"

"that's exactly what your mother told me about her and shawn. and now look where that led us!"

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Head Over Heels - Chapter 2

(The Creature x Reader)

A Lisa Frankenstein (2024) fic

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Finally, an update! A lot of stuff goes down in this chapter but I’d like to say this: in this chapter, you go through the same experience that Lisa goes through in the movie. I’m not comfortable writing out that experience, so instead, there’s a time skip to after that event has taken place. I know that so far it seems a little self-insert-y, and it DEFINITELY is, but don’t worry, I’m gonna spice things up. Also, I’m cooking up a one shot! Enjoy!

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You looked over Micheal. You’d never had such a straightforward view of him before. He was always sitting in front of you or passing you in the hallway. Never talking to you.

His brown hair was straight and long, framing his very pretty face nicely. He had dark brown eyes and sharp eyebrows. His lips were in a smirk.

Why was he looking at you like that?

“(Y/N) McFadden.” He said.

WHY DID HE KNOW YOUR NAME???

“Micheal Trent.” You replied, trying to sound confident but definitely failing. “You… you know me?” You asked, very taken aback.

He chuckled. “Well, we’re both currently being educated in the same walls of asbestos.” You nodded and smiled at his comment. Micheal continued.

“Plus, you’ve submitted some really strong poems to The Grackle.”

Your eyes widened as you felt your face get hot with embarrassment. The Grackle was your school newspaper, and as soon as you heard about it, you were submitting your poems. In your last four years of school, you had even managed to get some published. But you didn’t think anyone actually paid attention to them.

“You like my poems?” You asked smiling, twisting the lid of the water bottle in your hand.

Micheal shrugged in a way that managed to be cute. “I wouldn’t have published them if I didn’t.”

Oh right, he’s the editor. HE’S THE EDITOR. HE’S READ MULTIPLE OF YOUR POEMS HOLY-

Suddenly, a girl walked over to Micheal, putting her hand on his shoulder. You recognized her immediately by her black lipstick and teased hair. Tamara White. The smile on your face fell.

“Hey Micheal, I found the keg. It’s Clydesdale piss, but, you know…” She was holding a solo cup in her other hand, not bothering to make eye contact with you. Or even look at you.

You cleared your throat. “Hey, Tamera.”

She then looked at you, her eyes narrowing. Dang, she has good eyeliner, you thought absentmindedly. She smiled a bit too wide to be genuine.

“Hi… sorry, do we know each other?”

You fought back the urge to roll your eyes. “Just a couple classes.” You said, gritting your teeth.

She cocked her head. “This year?”

You blinked. “This semester.”

Micheal looked down, fighting back a laugh.

You made him laugh? That wasn’t even funny-

Tamara coughed. “Bless. Anyways, do you want a sip?” She gestured her cup towards Micheal, the drink so full it nearly sloshed over the sides. Micheal took a look and grimaced. “Uh…”

And then, you did something extraordinarily stupid. For some reason, either the atmosphere of the party, or the fear of missing out taking over your body, or your desire to be seen as a well-adjusted individual, you decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to illegally drink for the first time in your life.

“I’ll take one.” You said, a bit too loudly. Micheal and Tamara both looked at you strangely. Micheal frowned, then looked at Tamara as if she was to blame for your sudden outburst.

Tamara smirked. “What? They’re allowed to party.” She outstretched her arm to give you the cup. Staring you down this time, she raised an eyebrow ever so slightly.

This is a challenge, you realized.

You took the cup gingerly and, after taking a breath, took a big gulp.

Immediate regret. The drink fizzed in your mouth and burned going down your throat, straight to your stomach where it immediately began to growl. You hated the smell of alcohol, it was artificial and gross and now it was all you could taste. Also, it tasted like there was something else in there, an extra layer of bubbling that made you lightheaded.

“What is this?” You asked, not noticing Tamara snickering to Micheal.

“You know, I’m not really sure.” She said, making Micheal push her shoulder slightly. Tamara stopped smiling. “I got it off, uh… Darren? I think his name is?” Micheal rolled his eyes.

“Come on. Poor kid just went from Pepsi Free to PCP.”

You were not a kid. You were 18, you could handle yourself. You thought, a little annoyed.

Tamara went back to laughing. “You’re being so dramatic.”

You staggered backwards, your head now swimming with sickness. Accidentally, your leg hit the cooler behind you, making a loud thump and gaining the attention of some of the teens around you.

Including Taffy.

She immediately rushed over to you, concern clear in her expression.

“Hey, (N/N), you okay?” She put a hand around your shoulder, the other going to take your drink. She sniffed it and her eyes widened.

“Did those darksiders give you something?!”

You wrinkled your nose. What kind of name was that? They were cool people, at least Micheal was-

It then occurred to you that you would’ve liked to be Tamara’s friend, actually. You liked her style and the way she carried herself. You recalled walking with her to class your freshman year.

Why did she act like this now?

Taffy poured your drink out in the grass and threw the cup down, then walked around in front of you to grab you by your shoulders.

“This is not what I expected from you! You have so much potential, (Y/N)!” You couldn’t look Taffy in the eyes, the world around her was too busy. You could only stare at the ground.

Taffy stood up straight, then turned to walk towards Micheal and Tamara.

“Hey, you! We need to talk!” She angrily shouted. You heard vague sounds of an argument in front of you, but there was a sudden ringing in your ears, only adding to your discomfort.

You walked awkwardly around the cooler, deciding that what you really needed was to sit down. Heading towards the house, you dodged drunk teen after drunk teen, all living their lives around you. It was like they were in bubbles, perfectly content in their own worlds, as you were completely shut out of theirs. The music around you was loud, the light and colors floating and swirling around you like the Starry Night painting.

Your stomach growled again as you walked past the glass doors shutting you out from the living room. You wanted to make it to the couch, but a pang of sharpness went through your head and you collapsed behind it instead.

How did this get so bad so fast? You thought, head bumping against the back of the couch. These were supposed to be the best years of your life. Instead, you felt like you were drowning.

You pulled your knees to your chest and held your head in your hands. Stomach churning, you realized that you were definitely gonna vomit tonight.

And then, without warning, a small figure walked towards you. Hearing the footsteps, you looked up and squinted, your vision blurry. Slowly, you recognized a face as it crouched down next to you.

“Hey, Y/N.” He was sort of smiling, like he was catching you in an awkward situation.

You furrowed your brows, trying to remember his name.

He frowned at your reaction. “Are you okay?” He put a hand on your shoulder and you flinched, but it was a soft touch. The bright lights of the living room were blaring on his face, making it look like a kaleidoscope.

“Who are you?” You muttered, clear enough that he could hear you.

“Uh, it’s-“ He took a breath. “-it’s me, it’s Doug. Your lab partner?”

Oh, it’s Doug! Doug Ram was your lab partner! He was always pretty nice to you, even if you barely spoke a word in class. He was smart, too. You always got good grades when you worked with him.

You tried to nod, but your head just fell forward limply. Doug’s arm moved to go around your shoulders.

“Okay, um… let’s find somewhere for you to sit for a bit, yeah?”

He helped you to your feet and you leaned against him, despite the fact that he was a great deal smaller than you.

And then, he led you through the party. He rambled about something, maybe about wishing he was somewhere else, but you couldn’t really pay attention. The music was so loud.

As he talked, you wished you were at the cemetery. There, you had room to breathe. It was lush and green and natural. Your companion there wouldn’t be talking so much, and you would feel comfortable enough to drone on and on about whatever you wanted to.

You missed him, Mr. Unmarked. Though you didn’t call him that, you just said, “You,” when you read to him.

Walking with Doug, you walked past a few paintings on the walls, admiring how the paints would swirl and dance on the canvas.

Wait- where were you?

“Who’s your favorite director of all time?” Doug’s random question distracted you from your confusion.

You tried to clear your throat and said, “Pabst,” on instinct. Pandora’s Box was your personal favorite of his.

Doug laughed. “Oh, you’re just reading my beer can.”

You shook your head, somewhat annoyed. “No. He was…” You ran your fingers along the wallpaper as the figures on it twisted. “…a real director.”

Doug made a ‘hmm’ sound. “What kind of movies did he direct?” You turned to him, suddenly giggly. “Silents.” You answered, whispering.

Doug chuckled. “Okay, I’ll be quiet.” He whispered back.

What? No, that’s not what you meant-

And then, a crash of thunder from outside. You jumped, and in the moment, you gagged. Doug quickly realized what was happening and ushered you to a bathroom. You got on your knees over the toilet and started to puke. Thankfully, Doug was kind enough to hold back your hair.

“There ya go, kiddo. How many cans of White Rain you got in there?” He said.

Why was he calling you that? You’re not a child!

You continued to throw up until most of the sick was out of your system. You finally tilted your head back up and motioned to Doug that you were done. He nodded and helped you stand back up, now guiding you to one of the other rooms in the house. This one had a bed, which he sat you down on. Then, he left the room to get you a bottle of water.

You listened to the rain pounding on the roof, soothed by its ambiance. Another pang on thunder shook the house. You smiled to yourself, appreciating the kindness of your friend. At least he was on your side.

He entered the room with a bottle in hand. You took it and immediately uncapped it, then took a long sip. It was cold and crisp, making you feel better already.

“Thank you.” You said to him. He nodded and sat next to you on the bed.

Another roll of thunder. “Looks like the angels are bowling, as my mom used to say.” You chuckled and nodded.

Then… then something happened.

~~~

You ran through the house, down the stairs, back out through the glass door of the living room, tears pouring down your face as you tried to catch your breath. The rain was picking up now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Doug was not kind. He was not your friend.

How could you be so stupid?

You stumbled through the crowd, faces blurring into a mass of cackling forms. Everything was too loud and too bright and you couldn’t do this.

You needed peace.

You needed nature.

You ran into the woods, which wasn’t too far from whoever’s house you had ended up at. With the rain, the usually soft ground was turning muddy, but you ran nonetheless. You could barely see the trees around you, but your body had walked this trail a million times, and it didn’t take you long to find your way to the bachelors cemetery. Here, the thick canopy of leaves above you blocked out some of the rain, though you could still hear thunder all around you.

You walked slowly now, careful not to trip over any of the graves around you. After looking over the forest floor, you finally, finally spotted the stoic bust of your companion.

You moved over to him, his grave standing tall amongst the other lower ones. You found yourself falling down, body leaning almost entirely on the base of his grave. You looked up to his face, still crying, as you whispered the only thing you could think of.

“I wish I was with you.”

And you meant it. Being in the ground, safe and away from everybody else, was all you wanted in that moment.

Your exhaustion overtook you, and you laid at the base of your friend’s grave. A true friend, although you had never spoken. Over the past four years, he had been the most consistent kindly force in your life. You knew that with him, here, at this sacred place, you were safe.

And then you fell asleep.

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𝗛𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀

Trent Alexander-Arnold x reader

Word count: 1.7k

Summary: Trent isn't very good at keeping your relationship a secret, especially not around his noisy teammates.

Warnings: Just fluff and a small hint of angst but not really

Notes: Trent is literally my favorite person to write for x

The training was finally done and all Trent wanted to do now was go home and snuggle up to you. He was tired and wet, the cloudy day not lifting his mood in any way.

He threw his phone down on the bench not caring that it went past his bag before going to the showers.

He was the quickest getting ready, throwing his clothes down and drying off his hair before lacing his shoes, ready to go when Henderson stopped him.

"Hey, don't forget your ph-" he cut himself off as the screen lit up "Hey who is this?" he questioned, turning the phone up to study it for real. Andy who was next to Henderson leaned over to look for himself while Trent stood frozen.

"Hey let me see" Virgil cut in, and soon everybody was passing the phone around, everyone staring at Trent who looked around the room, his tongue poking out from the side.

"Wait, is that-is that y/n?!" Virgil exclaimed as he got the phone again, studying it really close causing Henderson and Ox to throw themselves over the phone again to study the picture closer "It is! Trent you have some explaining to do!" Henderson called.

"Okay, fuck just give me my phone back you idiots" Trent groaned, snatching it back and turning it off. Closing the picture he had as a background. He had just switched it yesterday, the picture taken of the two of you at Trent's parents house last weekend, you were sitting on the couch together, smiling at each other as he is kissing your temple. He loved that photo and thought it was a cute background but now he remembered why he had a simple background before, you kept your relationship low-key.

Trent threw the phone down in the bag, wanting to leave but there was no reason to even try with the way everyone looked at him.

Everybody knew who you were as you were friends with many of the team, you knew Klopp and was therefore often watching training and matches. Sometimes assisting the trainers out and just being around.

That was how you'd met Trent. After a late training he had stayed a bit longer on the pitch where you had been, the two of you had begun talking and then he'd driven you home with the promise of meeting you again. He had kept his promise and after that you'd met up frequently, slowly fallen in love with the right-back defender.

After you became official you decided to keep it on the low, both for media and for everyone in the team, just wanting to be you for a little while.

"Explain!" Virgil demanded, sitting relaxed on the bench, legs wide spread and a small smirk on his face.

"Well.. we're dating okay!" Trent explained, groaning at the collective gasps from his teammates "Since when! And why haven't you told us?!"

"Since two months back and because we decided not to, at least not yet"

"You've hid your relationship for two months, what!" Ox close to gasped which made Trent groan out a chuckle "Come on guys, it's no big deal, we wanted to keep it easy and not pressure it before we knew anything for real"

"Man, you've gotta take her to guys night soon" Ox grinned, cutting the tension slightly "Yeah yeah, maybe, anyway can I go now?" he asked sarcastically making the guys boo at him "Sure" Robby grinned, Trent rolled his eyes annoyed by them and their stupid grins.

"Have you fucked her yet?" "Are you married?" "Do you have secret kids?"

"Shut up and don't talk about her like that" Trent grunted before exiting the changing room feeling even more bitter than before.

You were laying on the couch when Trent entered the apartment. You had been working from home, sorting all types of documents and numbers for your boss and now you were just finishing up in front of the tv.

"Hey love" you grinned as you saw his face in the door opening. "Hey" he muttered back, making you frown as he flopped down on the couch, face in your lap

"Hey, what's wrong" you asked softly, scratching his neck gently. "The boys found out about the two of us" he muttered after a second, not wanting to meet your eyes "What" you huffed, making him look up at you with a worried look.

"They saw my phone-background and put one and one together, everybody knows" You sat quite for a little while, processing the news but you didn't notice it made Trent anxious as he waited for you to say something, anything.

"Are you mad?" he said lowly meeting your eyes carefully "What, no no no, I were just-...thinking about what we will do, who we will be open to and if we should become official" you hummed, slowly threading your fingers through his hair to reassure him it was fine.

You were not mad, not at all. You both knew you wouldn't be able to keep it hidden forever and it was never really about hiding it either but more about being just you, getting to know each other and your relationship. But now multiple months had passed and you knew him and your relationship well by now and it felt like your relationship could survive the publicity.

Plus it was only his teammates, the guys you knew well and were sure they wouldn't tell it to the media. It was actually pretty nice that they knew so you would no longer have to hide and sneak around them with your relationship.

"Do you want to become official?" Trent asked, his eyes holding a little shocked glance. "I don't know" you hummed sweetly, kissing his forehead. "I think it would be possible to go official" you thought out loud "What do you mean?" "Like, the reason why we kept it to us where because we wanted to be sure and do it in our time but now I guess or relationship is strong enough to hold that kinda thing and we've already figured us out and I don't think it would destroy us as it could've before." Trent hummed, nodding a little "that's true but do you want that? Do you want to deal with all the media?" his voice was cold and almost dismissive, like what you said was stupid.

You frowned slightly, retreating your hands from his head which made him react, looking at you with an equal frown.

"Do you not want to be official with me?" you asked, slightly offended and hurt.

When he didn't answer you scoffed, pushing his head from you and standing up, ignoring his call of your name as you walked to the kitchen, roughly taking out a coffee mug from the cupboard.

"Babe" Trent sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist but you shrugged him off, really annoyed. "Babe I didn't mean it like that don't be sour" he pleaded but you already where. Pouring up the coffee you'd made earlier and slamming it into the microwave.

"I just.. I've just been thinking" he said carefully, not wanting to upset you anymore. "What" you barked "what the fuck have you been thinking off"

"I just.. can we please just sit down and talk about this" he sighed

"Sure" you huffed, taking out your cup and walking back into the living room, sitting down in the love-seat this time.

Trent sighed, knowing he had talked to fast.

He squatted down in front of you, not liking the annoyed look you had. "I didn't mean it like that"

"I-I guess- I'm just scared to be official" he finally spit. "I really love what we have and I don't want that to be messed up. I think you're right that we could survive it but I can't even think about it not working out. What if all the publicity makes you want to back out or if it causes trouble for us. I couldn't stand it" he sighed out, making your tense body soften and relax.

"It's not that I don't want to be official with you it's just that I don't want to loose you, I don't wanna loose what we have. I feel fine with the boys and all but I'm scared of social media"

He sighed out the words like it had been a hard burden for a long time making you feel slightly bad. Your hand made it's way to his face again, stroking his chin before you lean down to kiss him, sweetly and lovingly.

"I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions and I get what you mean" you said softly, loving the small sweet smile that tilted the corner of his mouth upwards.

"I'm sorry too, I didn't word it correctly and it came out wrong"

You nodded smiling at him before beginning your pondering again.

"I get what you mean, I do but we really only have one choice now and that's either we go out with our relationship publicly by ourself or we wait until we are exposed"

You said the words easily, simply just stating facts and Trent knew that you would never pressure him, it was the reality of things right now.

"You're right" he sighed, resting his forehead against your thigh. "What do you think?"

You bent down and dragged him up from the floor, settling in the couch instead so you could both sit.

"I don't know" you hummed

"Me neither" Trent sighed, drawing you into his side.

"What if we just let it be for a second, process it and keep it on the low, adjust to be us in front of the boys and then we will talk about it in a couple of weeks?"

Trent didn't answer, he just took a hold of your chin and kissed you needily. "I love that idea and I love you"

You giggled against his lips before letting them melt together again. "Then that's what we do"

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(3) LOVE AND WAR — JUDE BELLINGHAM

SUMMARY: After coming back from a one-night stand with his his best friend, Jude realizes you don’t see him. He’s in love with you and you don’t see him.

PARING: bestfriend!jude x bestfriend!reader

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Trent wasn’t stupid, he was aware that Jude had feelings for you. Major feelings. From an outsider perspective he definitely was the backstabbing bastard who stabbed his friend in the front for a girl.

But he didn’t care, Jude had liked you for years and hadn’t made a move but when he finally decided to make one after seeing that Jude had no plans to make you his, Trent decided to step up.

“You should apologize T, you hurt his feelings. It’ll make you feel better.” You muttered into Trent’s ear kissing him softly after every word trying to reassure him about what had happened. Jude was a sensitive guy on the inside and you were sure Trent knew that.

He doesn’t like conflicts or fighting but something about Jude’s outburst last night rubbed you the wrong way. You had a clue about why he bursted out in anger like that but couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“Fuck no. He punched me, not the other way around. When he learns to use his words and apologizes I’ll talk to him.” Trent kissed you back after he ended his sentence firmly telling you he didn’t want to continue the conversation, you sighed in defeat before kissing his forehead and picked up one of the chocolate covered strawberries placing it on Trent’s lips.

He opened his mouth and ate the whole thing including the leaf at the top before you could pull it away. “You don’t—! Eat the top…”

Trent grinned at you as he chewed the strawberry as slowly as he could, almost as if he was trying to seduce you. You giggled as pulled him in closer towards the kitchen counter you were sitting on waiting for him to swallow the strawberry.

“Y’know a little birdie told me you called me a hot piece of ass at practice yesterday. Is that true?” You inquired looking up at Trent who had. sheepish look his face knowing he had gotten caught.

“Did the birdie also tell you how bravely I fought my friend for you? Look how injured I am.” Trent pointed to the bandage resting on the corner of his forehead as he tried to steer the conversation to another direction.

“It did. But it still doesn’t excuse calling your girlfriend a piece of ass. It’s mean.” You pouted looking down at the floor as you pulled at the stings of Trent’s grey joggers pretending to be upset. He lifted your face by your chin sliding his hands towards the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss.

His lips were soft and tasted the chocolate at one time and strawberries at another, you felt his warm tongue swop the bottom of your lip signalling you to part your lips to make space for his tongue.

Deciding to be cheeky you denied him access just for it to backfire on you as he tilted your head back and pulled your jaw down just enough for your lips to part allowing his tongue to enter. Feeling his dominance just radiate from a simple French kiss gave you an all to feeling feeling in your panties.

Your warm bodies were pressed against each other so closely there was barely any room between your chest and Trent’s bare one, it was somewhat lewd. Your hands tracked from the back of his neck towards his back as you rubbed your hands up and down slowly sending tingles down his spine.

Finally after an eternity you both pulled away with a thin string of saliva connecting you both as you heaved heavily trying to catch your breaths as you gazed into one another’s eyes watching them go dark in lust. Trent leaned in closely towards your ear and whispered, “Does that make up for it?”

You sighed in romantic and sexual satisfaction as you felt his wet lips place kissed down your jawline all the way to your collarbone, “Or do I have to make it up to you differently?” He muttered as he buried his head into your chest, just as he was about to continue you heard someone clear their voice and turned your head to hear who it was. “Morning.”

“Jude? Good Morning! How was your night?” You asked him sweetly as your hands were tangled in Trent’s loc’s pulling on them slightly to stop him from advancing any further in-front of Jude.

Jude on the other hand felt like he was being punished, like he commit a sin so badly in his past life that he had to watch his best-friend almost sex the woman he loves right in-front of him. First thing in the morning. “Mmh.” He grunted out walking towards the fridge ignoring Trent totally with Trent doing the same.

“Last night I pack a lunch for you to take to practice today, it’s your favourite.” You mentioned through your nonstop giggles as you tried to stop Trent from peaking into your shirt, Jude didn’t dare turn his head in your direction as he felt if he did he would just vomit. The sight was just that rancid.

“Thanks.” He muttered grabbing it and quickly walking out of the kitchen desperately needing to get away from that. Watching Trent kiss on you for at-least 3 minutes was quite humbling & humiliating to a degree that should be considered inhumane.

He hated himself for loving you so much he couldn’t make any space in his heart to hate you, even when you trample on his heart over and over again, if he truly saw no chance with you he probably would’ve moved out by now but again he wasn’t a quitter or a coward.

You might’ve thought you loved Trent but Jude knew better, you didn’t love him. He wasn’t all that great in bed, he wasn’t a romantic guy. He just wasn’t that guy. He wasn’t the guy for you and Jude knew it. But he was the guy that was here. The perfect guy; on paper at-least.

He was in your age range, you both had similar interests & he was just the better match. But statistics didn’t matter, especially when it comes to love. As he turned the corner walking towards the hallway he heard you squeal in excitement from something Trent was doing as he heard something fall down.

The sound of kissing, squealing and things falling onto the floor in the kitchen could only mean one thing was about to go down. Sex. You both wouldn’t even give him the respect and kindness of waiting till he was at-least out of the house.

Before he knew it his feet look him right into the kitchen where he met you sprawled on the kitchen island in your underwear along with Trent in his underwear bodies intertwined with one another.

“What the fuck?” Jude exclaimed in anger towards you & Trent, mainly towards Trent. Normally he wouldn’t mind if you hooked up with people in the privacy of your own bedroom but this was in the kitchen. Where you both ate, laughed, joked & sung. Together. Before Trent’s invasion.

Without Trent intruding into your perfect life with him. Perhaps this wasn’t even about the fact that you & your boyfriend were about to have sex in the shared common area. “Jude! We’re a little busy can you come back… later?” You awkwardly smiled at him still laid out onto the kitchen island half naked.

“Come back later? This is my house. Our house. And you don’t even have decency to deal with your sexual urges in your private space.” Jude scolded you with disgusted laced in his tone. You knew he was just being obtuse seeing as how you’ve done much more freaky things with Jude in the house

“Okay I’m sorry. C’mon baby, let’s go to my room.” You pushed Trent off of you and slid off the counter while using your hands to try and shield your slightly naked body. As you shuffled passed Jude who gave you the dirtiest of side eyes towards both of you you noticed the Trent wasn’t moving.

“You coming?” You asked peering around the corner with one of the living room blankets around your body. Trent waved you to go on without him with a pissed look on his face.

“Go wait on the bed babe, I’m coming.” Jude physically cringed at Trent’s word not even able to imagine in his head how you would looked sprawled out on his bed waiting for him.

As you sashayed away Trent turned to Jude walking closer towards him. “Okay man you need to stop doing that. I know you’re still hung up on her but she’s with me. And I don’t think she plans on leaving me for you anytime soon.”

“We’ll just have to see about that then? Cuz when you find your girlfriend waiting on my bed for me. It won’t be a very nice sight. For you at-least.”

The tension between them only rose as they both bore into each other eyes with fury. All because of a girl they both liked. Except Jude liked you more. Much more.

Trent poked his cheek with his tongue as he chuckled before he walked past Jude patting him on the shoulder before making his way towards your bedroom where you were waiting for him. The pity pat. Jude physically cringed at the feeling of it.

As he heard his footsteps become quieter and quieter Jude grabbed the display apple off the counter and chucked it at the as hard as he could at the wall. “Fucking hell.” He whispered as he ran his hand through his hair.

Even though he tried to taunted Trent by being condescending he still got the last laugh as he was casually making his way to have rough dirty hot sex with you in the room right next to his while Jude’s empty threat was going to stay empty.

I mean who was he kidding? You both had been friends for years and you still hadn’t made a move on him? Or even showed a sign? Soon a light bulb went off inside of Jude’s head as he remedied both of your rooms were literally side by side. The walls weren’t thin but if he was able to get close enough to the wall he’d be able to at-least hear your moans. Hopefully.

He basically teleported to his room flopping onto his bed as he leaned into the wall like a little pervert and listened closely. “What took you so long? Something wrong?” He heard your muffled voice in between kisses, his heart squeezed in hurt hearing that.

“Nothing. I was tangled with something insignificant. Don’t worry about it.” Hearing that made everything unfun for him. He couldn’t take listening to you both fuck like some sick cuck was all apart of his plan to steal you back but to be honest, he didn’t even have a plan.

“Jude didn’t give you a hard time did he?” You asked between kisses felling Trent make his way from your lips all the way down towards your neck slowly undressing you from your morning clothes.

“Nah. He’s not a problem. Stop talking about him princess & continue kissing me.”

“Alright.” You giggled before what he assumed to be you leaning in to kiss Trent again. All of sudden this wasn’t fun anymore. When he wanted to hear your moans you hadn’t made any but when he wasn’t in the mood suddenly he could hear everything.

All he heard were your moans. Loud moans. Of HIS name. It was almost insulting— No. It was insulting. As Jude got up from his bed he grabbed his headphones and played a song at the loudest volume possible in attempt to drown out your moans.

Which worked it moments later he hadn’t felt your headboard slamming against the wall he was resting on. Jude couldn’t roll his eyes far back enough. The sex couldn’t be that good that you guys had to do all that.

Even with all the mental gymnastics Jude was doing to convince himself that this was all according to plan and that he didn’t really care about next-door. But he did he broke his heart so fucking badly.

He just needed to get out of there. Get away from the actual mental torture that he was going through. He casted the song he was listening to, to his Alexa and quietly snuck out of the house, not that you would notice seeing as how you were too busy with prince charming.

He walked down the corridor and out of the house with just a winter coat and a phone charger. He didn’t know where he was going or when he’d be back but all he knew was that he couldn’t come back until he had solid plan in motion to make you his.

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how my fav total drama ships show their love

djwen:

dj shows his love with literally ANYTHINGGGG like he’s a complete sap. he’ll show his love by cooking for gwen, kissing and hugging gwen, complimenting and telling gwen sweet nothings in her ear and more. gwen shows her love by making drawings for dj and just being by his side and cuddling up to him 24/7. dj is 100% gwens sweet spot, he showed her what real love is like. they are soooooo in loveeee.

duncney:

ok this one’s a little hard because they both are desperately in love but are terrified to show it because they don’t want to look weak. duncan shows his love towards courtney with physical touch, it’s sexual 99.999999% of the time, but that’s duncan for you. he’ll also unintentionally give her looks with complete admiration. he’ll also only listen to courtney, well and dj but it’s dj of course who wouldn’t? courtney shows her love towards duncan when she’s shit faced drunk, she’ll cling on to him and kiss him over and over again, she’ll also tell him she loves him every 5 minutes. but if he brings it up the next day she’ll tell him he’s delusional. when she’s not under the influence of alcohol, you won’t get much affection from her, she holds her love for him in her heart and hides it away for nobody to see. she’ll mostly just try new things and loosen up because he said so, she trusts and respects him deep down but she’ll never tell him that. he’s the only person who can calm her down, except bridgette and dj. sorry for the essay, it’s always something with me and duncney.

gidgette:

i don’t even need to say anything because how DON’T they show their affection.

heathsey:

heather is NOT an affectionate person. even duncan is more affectionate than her. heather will show her love to lindsay by giving her expensive designer gifts. when lindsay jumps in joy and kisses her she’ll roll her eyes, huff, and say it’s whatever, that’s the nicest she’ll get. lindsays the only one heather tolerates, sometimes in private she’ll even laugh at lindsays stupid jokes. she’ll also compliment her but she’ll say “ugh don’t flatter yourself everybody knows your pretty” lindsay shows her love by following heather around like a lost puppy and clinging to her like a limpet. heather calls her annoying and pathetic but she lovessss it. mean girls need love too!! lindsay will also randomly yell out words of affection literally whenever, she’s not ashamed. her brain isn’t big enough for that… but we love her!

trentney:

trent shows his love by writing songs and playing them for courtney. he’ll also give her pep talks and hype her up a lot. trent will show his affection anywhere and in front of anyone, courtney is actually a big fan of pda, it shows that he’s not ashamed to be with her, so she blushes like a fool when he shows his love in public. unlike duncan, trent isn’t afraid to show his affection so courtney feels more comfortable with showing her love. her love language with trent is physical affection. she’ll sit on his lap and kiss him, cuddle up to him every night, and kisses him all around his face.

aleheather:

we all know alejandros got a mouth on him. he’ll show affection verbally, in spanglish. he’ll also always find a way to be touching heather. heather will show her love by spending time with him. i mean a lottttt of time. we all know that heather is not a people’s person, so spending quality time with him almost every day is a very affectionate thing for a girl like her. we saw how aleheather was in all stars so heather definitely is very sweet to alejandro and alejandro only. she is veryyyyyy clingy in private. unlike with lindsay, heather is all over alejandro. mostly because they’re like almost the same person.

gwourtney:

yasssss my bisexual babies!!! okay so gwen and courtney are both different kinds of gay if you know what i mean. courtneys more clingy and affectionate and gwens more mature and protective. i think gwen is more masculine and courtney is more feminine. i feel that gwen is not a fan of being touched, but when it comes to courtney she loves it. it took some time for courtney to peels gwens layers. but eventually they got very close. after a little while gwen went from hating being touched to clingy af. gwen shows her love by teaching courtney art and holding her hand, putting her arm around courtney, kissing her and playing with her hair until she falls asleep. i hc courtney to be old school christian, but i also hc courtney to not be close with her family, mainly because she doesn’t want to. her family is a bunch of rich assholes, which we love seeing people of color being rich and successful! but also her family doesn’t care about her well being, only her success. so she moves out the second she turns 18. when she comes out her family completely wants nothing to do with her. it takes her a little while to be comfortable telling people she’s with gwen and even more time to show affection in public. but once she’s comfortable she’s clingy af, as well as gwen which is why they’re so good together!!! i got completey off track with how they show they’re love and just made a whole fucking essay so if you read this i hope you have a great weekend 🫡

[scaryscarecrows]

"We gotta get rid of her," Mark says shortly, not even twisting around to look at the corpse. "It's unsanitary."

"'ve stayed in worse places," Antoine wheezes, at the same time that Jason murmurs, "Arkham was worse."

"Both of you shut up. No. You be quiet and sit with your ice pack, you shush and think about your life choices."

Jimmy eyes the corpse. There's a lot of ways to get rid of a body if it's intact; a tried and true method is to slap a face mask on it, get on the bus, ride about an hour, and then slip off during a rush. By the time anybody realizes that 'sleeping, sick person' isn't doing so hot, you're long gone. Unfortunately, the boss shot her head off and there's not much you can do to hide that. Missing hand, sure. Hell, a broken neck you can manage; get a cheap brace at the pharmacy, or get real creative with a scarf! Head gone? Not so much.

"You got a cleaver?" Trent's already moving. Antoine blinks at him for a few seconds.

"Yeah?"

"Riley, go get that for me. Frank, go out and gemme a cheap eight by ten rug."

"Seriously?" Jimmy asks. Trent shrugs.

"Meat 'n bone all cuts the same. And since her head's gone, my options are limited."

"What do you want me to do?"

"What any good friend does on moving day." Trent grabs an ankle and hefts the corpse off the floor. "Call take-out and rustle up some beer."

"I got vodka," Antoine rasps. Mark hisses at him. Trent hums.

"Good. Jimmy, man, just call somebody and get that shit flowing. Sober dismemberment's boring as all hell."

"Watch for booby traps," the boss suddenly says, sounding more awake than he did earlier. "S'how she got the drop on me."

"I'm not surprised." Trent cracks his neck. "Relax, boss, this ain't my first rodeo."

"Yeah, I know." He swallows, cracks a wry grin. "But she beat the shit outta me first. If you go on a rampage, you can do some damage."

Jimmy scrolls through Domino's website while Trent trudges towards the bathroom. A trail of blood marks his path, but honestly, there's blood everywhere right now. Headshots are messy, and apparently Antoine put up a decent fight because there's bloody handprints smeared in several places.

Okay...it's been a while, but his memory's pretty solid. Alfredo pasta for Riley, bacon black olive pizza for Antoine and Mark, double mushroom for Trent, Canadian ham and red onion for him, calzone for Frank...

"Hey, boss, whatcha want from Domino's?"

"Hrm?"

'You gotta eat something."

"Oh." He shrugs. "Pepperoni's fine. Doesn't matter."

Fine. Pepperoni it is. Maybe he'll snag a slice of that. It's been a while.

"We got half an hour. I'll just meet him outside. Hey! Half hour to pizza!"

"Good!" Trent hollers. "Now where's my vodka?"

Yeah. That sounds good right about now. Antoine always gets these good mixers, too; ginger beer with an actual bite, mostly, but sometimes grapefruit. Or blood orange.

Ginger beer today, and once Trent's happy with a lidded cup to keep blood spatters out, he pours himself a strong one.

Christ. There'd been about forty minutes that he'd been convinced he'd kick the door down to...not this. And there'd been several hours that he'd been waiting for Antoine to call and tell him it was all over.

He gives himself a good shake, pours out some more, and gathers them onto a rusted-over cookie sheet when he doesn't spot a tray.

"Vodka is served."

[writerofadream]

Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Fourteen: She's a maneater (But he loves it)

(^^ Literally Duncan whenever your on your meds)

(In case you would like to know, when the intro music plays each episode, you are holding a bow and arrow and are shooting an apple off of Duncan’s head)

Duncan’s body had a sleeping schedule. Unlike you, Duncan didn’t need a thousand alarms to wake him up.

He didn’t even need one. He woke up at six a.m every day and fell asleep at twelve p.m every night. He’d wait until seven-thirty and wake you up.

Today you were woken up by Chris’s plane’s engine roaring above the cabins. Your eyes flew open instantly and your hands reached under your pillow for your pistol, your fingers going straight for the trigger.

Duncan ran into the girls side of the cabin, his headphones sitting around his neck. He had this cloudy look in his eyes that you didn’t like.

But when he saw that you were there his body relaxed and he helped you out of bed. Bridgette had gone outside to investigate the sounds. You laid a bunch of clothes on your bed and Duncan smothered a laugh once he saw them.

“We both know these aren’t your style. Do you want one of my letterman jackets that Chris bought me?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. “More than anything.” You said with a heave of relief. 

He disappeared before reappearing with a dark green letterman jacket that had ‘Tarun’ stitched to the back.

You slipped out of your nightclothes (much to Duncan’s happiness) and pulled up a pair of jean shorts, a long blue shirt that you were pretty sure was Bridgette’s that you tied at the bottom, and pulled the jacket over your body. You laced up your tennis shoes with a practiced ease and finally asked “How do I look?” Duncan was staring at you.

“...Bad?” You muttered a blush tingling your cheeks. “No, never, you look like a goddess.” Duncan smiled. You blinked before scowling, your cheeks turning a dark shade of pink. “Shush.” You kissed his lips.

“Hmph.” Duncan smiled and you both went outside.

You got there just in time to hear Chris yell “Extreme sports!” before a bunch of interns wheeled out a dusty sofa bed for Chef Hatchet to jump on.

“Of course you’ll be skydiving at five-thousand-feet and using these.” Chris said paying no attention to the groaning man whimpering on the now folded sofa. Chris threw bags out into the open which you were 98.99% sure did not have any parachutes in. 

“I’m going to need a lot of alcohol.” Duncan turned to look at you as you prayed out loud to the sky. “Who are you asking?” he said looking around because everyone was focused on the two men.

“God.”

“Our lucky contestants are Trent and DJ.” Chris said with a bright smile. “Oh shit it’s at random.” Duncan paled. “Oh. So today’s the day I kill myself.” You muttered rubbing your face.

“You wish, baby.” Duncan pecked your cheek, he smiled as your face turned a deep shade of pink. “What?” You grumbled. “You're cute when you're that pink.” He smiled and you wanted to punch him.

“I got a reputation, Tarun.” you hissed. “Maybe I’ll ruin it.” He whispered and your entire body turned pink. “Shut up.” You whispered, embarrassed. 

Chef Hatchet began disclosing the challenges. One involved the sofa-bed, another involved riding an extremely angry moose, and the last involved a jet-ski. So, a typical Saturday to say the least.

You laughed when Chris mentioned the moose. “If he’s as angry as me I think I’d be fine.” You said not really worried. “You're in luck, beautiful. You’ll be riding for the Killer Bass.” Duncan didn’t like the subtle flirting… at all. 

Then they announced what the prize was. A chance at a shower? 

“Really? That’s it?” It wasn’t even a private shower, in reality it wasn’t really a prize, it was just a slightly cleaner place to bathe.

It didn’t even have curtains?

—--

You skipped breakfast. This meal looked like it came right out of a fire pit. Duncan had vanished but not before he made you turn four different shades of pink when he said… “Y/N Tarun. I think I love it.” 

Bridgette, Gwen, and you were talking about the challenges and watching Owen eat with mild disgustion. You watched as Owen burped out… a love note. Chef picked it up and read it to himself. “To the girl with smoldering eyes.” He gagged and dropped the note. Bridgette picked it up.

“Check it out, it's a corny haiku poem.” Gwen laughed into her palm. “Whoah, some dude’s crushing big time.” Bridgette’s eyes scanned the love letter. “Cupid definitely struck.” You laughed quietly.

“It’s probably for you.” Gwen said pointing your way. “Me?” You wanted to laugh. “Obviously?” Bridgette was confused why you didn’t think it was you. “Aren’t you and Duncan a thing now, plus I see the way he looks at you. He’s head over heels.” Gwen said, trying to convince you.

“First of all, that’s not his handwriting, he's borderline dyslexic and writes like a five-year-old on crack. Also he does not look at me like that.” You hissed. “Aw, you know his handwriting.” Gwen cooed at the fact. “Yes, he does? He looks at you like you hung the stars and the moon.” Bidgette laughed.

You blushed. 

The two girls started to bicker over who it could be.

You rolled your eyes. Neither of their boys had the capability to write something that cheesy. It was very clearly Harold, he gushed over girls quite a bit. But you were curious about the mystery chick.

 

—-

Chris had the Screaming Bass gather by the plane as he explained the instructions. Duncan was listening but you had his headphones around your ears as music blasted. Maneater by Nelly Furtado to be precise.

I wanna see you all on your knees, knees.

You both were on the couch, he was sitting up but you had your head in his lap, lightly tapping your thigh in tune to the music. Duncan had his fingers playing in your hair which he knew you found comforting. It reminded you of your mother to be honest.

When you were younger she’d give you braids (A/N: Heavily implied to be cornrow braids, aka implied black!reader but can be seen either way) and her hands would weave throughout your hair.

You either wanna be with me, or be me (come on now)

Duncan tapped your shoulder signaling it was time to get up. You sat up quickly as you shook your head ‘no’, you did not want to give him his headphones back. He scowled playfully. Your team started to push the couch in between Duncan struggling to get his headphones back. 

A maneater, make you work hard.

Bridgette sighed as she watched you too mess around. She watched you trip into the sand as Duncan tackled you and you both rolled around laughing your heads off, before Duncan quickly stole a kiss, then his headphones back. Her eyes flickered to Geoff. Why couldn’t he do something like that? 

“Aw man.” You gave Duncan a playful pouty lip and he stuck his tongue out as you both resumed pushing the sofa. You watched DJ easily fall onto the sofa and he seemed surprised that he survived. 

But he was quickly ‘devoured’ by the couch.

You paled and began whistling and walking away everyone else following in pursuit.

It was your turn next. Duncan followed you next to the moose and helped you climb up. “Just think, the socks don’t smell as bad as my dad, and the moose can’t be as crazy as juvie.” He shrugged, you had been through worse, he had been through worse.

“Fair. Don’t I get a kiss for good luck? It’s tradition right?” You smiled. “Come back alive, baby and we’ll see.” Duncan smiled walking away as the moose flew out of the pen.

You whooped and hollered with joy as the moose bucked around. It was angry all right. But something switched in the animal's head, it wasn’t angry, it was murderous. He bucked twice in a row and he flipped you off of him and onto your back on the ground thankfully missing the socks and he antlers trapped you against the hard ground.

Bridgette watched as Duncan’s eyes widened and his body straightened up. His hands reached for the gun hidden in the waistline of his pants and Bridgette grabbed his wrist. His eyes were clouded over when they met hers. “Let. Go. Of. Me.” He growled but she persisted. “She’ll be okay.” Bridgette hissed at him. 

Its antlers scratched up your face before Chef Hatchet could get the moose under control again.

Duncan shook off his stupor and ripped his wrist away from Bridgette sending her a glare before he helped you up and you coughed into your hand. You couldn’t hear anything. Duncan waved a hand in front of your face saying words but no sound came out. “Huh?” You mumbled. But suddenly there was sound, and there was a LOT.

You covered your ears and Duncan slipped his headphones around them as he switched the white-sound on.

‘Better?’ he mouthed. You nodded. 

He took you away to get your face bandaged. Duncan pointed at a log and you sat down, he knelt in front of you and began butting butterfly bandages on your face which Chef had thrown to him mouthing ‘Don’t tell Chris’.

“Sorry, I lost. Something happened with the moose.” You whispered unsure of the volume of your voice. “Are you okay?” Duncan whispered back, he didn’t care if you lost, honestly he didn’t care if you had gotten the entire team in last place or whatever, he just wanted you to be okay.

You shrugged your shoulders as Duncan put the last bandage on. 

He sat next to you on the log and wrapped an arm around your shoulders kissing the top of your head. You stayed like that until the next challenge.

—-

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—--

Duncan had volunteered to drive Lindsay and before he had hopped on the jet ski you mildly threatened him (you still wore his headphones). “If you purposely ruin this I will fight you.” You whispered, jabbing a finger in his chest. His lips found yours. “Maybe I’d like that.” He whispered and you rolled your eyes. 

You both watched Heather drive Harold and much to your surprise Heather’s top flew off. “Well that’s fun.” You whisper-laughed and Duncan smiled bringing you closer towards him as you put a head on his shoulder.

Duncan failed spectacularly at driving Lindsay, so much so he flew into a tree much to your horror. You scaled the tree flipping from branch to branch before you found him near the top.

“Hey sweetheart I might have a concussion… but did you know that there’s this girl I reallllyyyy like her name’s Y/N and she’s super pretty but don’t tell her okay?” you had to stifle your laugh.

“Okay.”

—

You may have lost the challenge but you were as happy as a clam. Duncan was still really out-of-it and Chris did not make it better by antagonizing him. He quickly shut up when you pointed a gun at him.

In other news.

Harold got voted off.

—

“WHAT-” Leshawna and Harold just kissed much to your horror. “I know, I was as surprised as you are, kid.” Chef sighed next to you.

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 • 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐬𝐳𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐳𝐥𝐚𝐢

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Enemies to lovers with szobo would be life changing I think! + reader is a staff of Liverpool and her and dominik just don’t get along for some reason. Maybe the other players set them up on a blind date or something?

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐚 𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐬𝐳𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐳𝐥𝐚𝐢 𝐱 𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1𝐤

𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲

It was in the evening time. I stood off to the side of the pitch waiting for everyone to finish up with training. This was nothing new for me. It was an everyday thing, so while I waited I pulled out my phone, clicking through my apps.

I didn’t notice when training had finished up until I felt a lot of presents beside me. I looked up to see Dominik standing beside me. He had a water bottle in his hand as he looked in my direction. When he pulled the Bottle away he smirked. I rolled my eyes knowing he was about to say something stupid. He always did.

“you got bored without me?”

“Dominik shut up.” I pushed my phone into my back pocket and stood quietly watching the rest of the players get their sip of water. I could feel Dominik still beside me but it wasn’t just Dominik anymore. The Liverpool accent filled my ears, it was Trent. Trent was always nice to me unlike Dominik. I always felt comfortable around him.

“how are you doing y/n?”

I turned around and smiled at Trent. “I’m ok.”

“good.” Trent said setting down his water and turning back to Dominik who was eyeing me down.

I turned my head away from them as heat grew on my face. I hope they didn’t notice.

“Training is over so I got to go.” I picked up my things ready to go.

“sick of us already?” Dominik commented. I laughed sarcastically and nodded. “yes I am. Have a good day Szoboszlai.”

I walked away from them making my way into the building to grab the rest of my things and head home. I have a date to get to.

-

When I arrived home I took a quick shower and got changed into my dress. It was a dark green dress to complement my dark makeup.

I was extremely excited about this date. I haven’t been on one in a while and I was looking forward to this.

Around 6 I made my way to the Italian restaurant by Uber Trent old me to go to. When I arrived I grabbed a table and waited for my blind date to arrive.

10 minutes passed by. I was so busy on my phone that I didn’t see my date walk up to the table. “y/n.”

God that voice sounds extremely familiar. I looked up fast to see Dominik standing across from me. He was dressed up nicely wearing a black suit.

“Dominik, what are you doing here?”

“Trent set me up on a blind date.” I watched as he groaned in frustration. It dawned on me what was happening right now. Trent set us both up.

I sigh and set down my phone. I was definitely going to curse Trent out later for this.

“Sit down.” I said in an angry tone. Dominik did as I said, taking a seat across from me.

The waitress came around asking us both what we wanted to drink. We told her and she made her way back to get them.

Instantly my eyes find Dominik. He was already staring at me. “what are you staring at?”

Dominik shook his head. “nothing you just look.. beautiful.”

I waited for a second for him to tell me he’s joking but he wasn’t. I lean back in my seat, looking at his beautiful eyes. They sparkled under the light like diamonds.

“thank you. You look good yourself.”

Before Dominik could say anything else the waitress returned with our drinks. We told her our orders and she hurried off leaving us both.

“ So I know we kinda hate each other but I want to get to know you y/n. Let’s just try to be normal people for once.” Dominik said.

“ok fine.” I mumbled. “I know that’s going to be hard for you.”

Dominik smiles slightly ignoring my comment.

“ok so what do you like to do when you’re not working?” He asks me.

I bring my lips in between my teeth thinking about it. “um I like to paint and write. I also like to do yoga.”

Dominik nodded. “I like to paint too. Not really good at yoga though.”

Dominik smiled and I swallowed hardly as I returned it. What the fuck!! We are being nice to each other. This has to be a dream.

Dominik and I kept talking. We learned so much about each other. Our families, our passions and hopes for the future. Without knowing before we had a lot in common with each other which made the day so much more better.

I love this side of Dominik. I never understood why he bullied me but I wasn’t worried about that now.

When dinner was finished I grabbed my purse ready to pay. As I pulled out my wallet Dominik spoke.

“No, you’re not paying.” He pulled out his card placing it on the table. I muttered an oh and place my stuff back in my bed.

After everything was paid for Dominik and I walked outside. The cool breeze hit me making me shiver. Dominik noticed and began pulling off his jacket.

“Here.” He drapes it over my shoulders. I mumbled thank you and continued walking.

“did you drive here?” he asked me. I shook my head. “no took an Uber.”

“let me drive you home.” He said. I agreed and dominik walks me to his car. I told her where I lived and he started to drive there. The whole way over it was quiet. No uncomfortable though. I did notice the way Dominik eyes lingered on me every few minutes when he thought I wasn’t looking. Just like how he did when ever we were in the training room back at Liverpool. I noticed every time. And it made me nervous.

When we made it to my apartment Dominik parked. “ok we’re here.”

“yeah thank you for the ride. I had a great time today also.”

I looked at dominik, secretly I was expecting him to say something stupid, but instead he did something shocking.

He leaned over capturing my lips with his. He stole my breath away, I sat there shocked and unable to move my lips against his. When Dominik noticed he pulls away.

“sorry I wasn’t thinking.. I.” Dominik grew quiet from his actions

The only thing I could think to do in return was pull him back into the kiss.

I kissed him softly, my thumb rubbing the back of his neck where I pulled him into the kiss. When our tongues met I pulled away.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I can see the hint of red in dominik cheek when I turned away and opened the door.

I walked all the way to my front door with a smile on my face. For the first time in forever I really couldn’t wait to see Dominik the next day.

[foreverisntenough]

- YOU’RE MINE -

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestive, smut love bombing, little sad, and kind of angst- not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (don’t know how many just yet though.)

INDEX

Chapter 15 - ‘You’re Mine’

Trent had become home. After you had said I love you to each other somehow things got even better than they were before. You were so happy in Liverpool you never wanted to leave but it had to happen. You had to go home, you had to leave Trent. You had been in England for months. You finally had told your family you were seeing someone, a British boy from Liverpool. The conversation stopped there for a while but then you felt like the longer you stayed, the more you fell into an established relationship, the more photos that came out, they deserved to know how serious things were.

“Sorry, like the one that plays for Liverpool?” Your sister asked utterly confused over Skype with the rest of your family.

“Why wouldn’t you tell us this?” Your mum seemed annoyed at your secrecy.

“I initially didn’t know how serious it was... I just wanted to be sure, I guess but yeah, the one from Liverpool.” You stumbled over an explanation and then confirmed Trent’s identity to the shocked faces on the screen.

“Just want to say, this was not my idea…” Trent piped in from over the couch. He could be so obnoxious sometimes having to prove he was right. He had wanted to tell them sooner.

“Okay…” you rolled your eyes annoyed at his imposition, not helping the situation.

“Wait, he's there now!” Your sister squealed. Your dad had remained quiet but you saw his eyes light up hearing his familiar accent.

“So you’ve just been living in England?!” Your mom asked, she was so confused. Your parents had moved to your summer house out in a tiny coastal town a couple years ago so they didn’t really know what you got up to in New York day to day. You traveled a lot before so your mum had assumed your recent travel was just your usual shenanigans with your friends. She was just trying to piece together that all the flying you had been doing was for one purpose, the only purpose being Trent.

“I didn’t mean to keep it so quiet…” you tried to rectify the situation but were cut off.

“Are you ready for Thursday? Are you going Y/N?” Your dad spoke first to Trent. You were a little confused but waved for Trent to come to the computer. You repeated the question for him.

“Yeah, all set sir. We’re going in confident. We’ve been playing well.” Trent said almost like a response to a reporter. You could tell he got a little nervous being thrust into this call. He was adjusting his appearance staring into the small box of you two in the corner of the screen.

“I’m not going.” You confirmed. “Staying home in Liverpool.” You calling Liverpool home made Trent’s heart skip a beat, your mum’s eyes widen, your dad furrowed his brows.

“You’re not going to a Champions League semifinal? I really thought I raised you better than that.” He joked. Your dad’s quip lightened the mood immensely. Trent pulled over a stool to sit next to you and you both chatted with your family about the life you had been living for months

To your dads delight, once you had revealed your relationship, there was a lot of communication between him and Trent. In turn, Trent invited your dad to a home game the next time he was over in England. He could very easily flown your whole family out for any date but you told him to be steady and just start with your dad. You felt better about it just being him. You trusted him in social situations, he was funny, never awkward, he loved football and Liverpool, he was from England so he would feel at home, it was all leaning towards an easy integration.

“Not a bad player, huh?” Your dad nudged you sitting in Trent’s box watching him send the ball across the pitch. Tyler was there so you sat with him introducing him to your dad.

“Yeah, we think he’s alright.” Tyler quipped, eyes widening following a bad tackle as the ball went out of play. The ref called for a free kick just outside the box so there was a lot of attention turning to Trent. You sat on your hands a little nervous. You were tense. You had always followed the team but now your home life depended on the outcomes. The person at the dinner table across from you's emotions were on the line. Your dad could feel your shoulders tense and rise a little. He nudged you again.

“He’s good at this, I got a feeling about this one.” He cooed. He did have good instinct so your shoulders lowered at the sweet comment and confidence in Trent.

“Y/N, you're out. Your dad believes in him more than you. Have some faith” Tyler joked with your dad.

“Stop” you hit back and the three of you went quiet with the rest of the stadium. Despite your nerves, Trent was incredibly calm, composed, clinical. He struck the ball perfectly. It netted into the top right corner. You softly closed your eyes in relief and disbelief. Anfield erupted. Tyler and your dad stood up. You dad pulled you up to cheer his arm wrapped around your shoulder.

“Have faith.” He cooed in your ear. Trent celebrated on the pitch with his teammates before pointing up to you. Any acknowledgment at a match would always made your heart flutter.

“Pretty special” your dad tapped Tyler on the arm.

“Got to be goal of the month. Unreal that. Didn’t need Debby downer” he shoved you lightly “but we’ll keep her ‘round.” He smiled, applauding his brother.

Your dad was right. Tyler was right. They were right. You needed to trust Trent in a grander sense. You had to have more faith that you were going to work otherwise the relationship would be plagued with anxiety. You tried your best but it was hard.

TIMEJUMP

In the blink of an eye you had been together for almost a year and a half now and your relationship with Trent had only gotten stronger. You celebrated birthdays, holidays, and an anniversary. You happily became a part of his life. Whenever he wasn’t at football he was with you. You were so in love it felt like a dream. In turn, the relationship had become more serious, you and Trent had begun discussing next steps, your future. You always joked but more so genuinely expressed that you wanted a life together forever and were starting to make actual plans, thinking about the logistics. You spoke with your family often once the relationship was out in the open and you didn’t hide that you two wanted to build something together. It was all very easy, you flew under the radar in Liverpool, only close family and friends had known you two were together and you liked it that way but you weren’t hiding the relationship from the public it just happened that way. At the moment you were staying with his family but then would have to return to New York every so often because that’s where you technically lived. Time continued to pass and the back and forth was starting to take its toll. Trent wanted more stability, he wanted you to stop just dreaming and start doing. He didn’t want the hushed fleeting moments anymore.

“I’m done with this, baby.” Trent almost sounded angry. You sat in the front seat of his car while he drove the all too familiar route to the airport. You had gotten into a routine of spending months at a time in Liverpool split up by a week or two back in the US. It wasn’t an exact formula because it was often interrupted by trips to away games to follow him or just the two of you somewhere hidden away. You were constantly on a plane but if it meant being with him you’d do it for the rest of your life.

“Done with…?” you questioned him. You started to worry if he was going to say he was finally done with the distance and didn’t want to put in the effort anymore. A part of you would always wonder why he was with you. Waiting to wake up from the dream that your life had become. You couldn’t believe you’d been together almost two years.

“You being away from me, I can’t do it anymore. You’re mine. You’re supposed to be with me.” He sounded like a greedy kid refusing to share his toys. His hand gripped your thigh tighter as he stared at the road in front of him.

“T.. “ you cooed, placing your hand over his stroking over his knuckles. You didn’t have a solution on your mind so you stayed quiet. The rest of the car ride was silent. You pulled into departures when he put the car in park, one of his hands swiftly moving to grab your cheek, turning you to face him, his thumb brushing your skin softly.

“Pack. Move here.” His voice sliced the tension.

“What?” It caught you so off guard. Sure, you had always played with the idea but this seemed rash. “Baby..” you looked back at his big brown doe eyes. It felt unfair when he pulled that face because you knew the discussion was going his way before it started.

“Live with me.” He commanded coming closer to your face. Your noses pressing into each other. You wanted to so bad but you always had kept your apartment in New York as a safety net. What if this all came crashing down, you would have nothing, you would never recover from losing him. The thought of living with him was a dream, you essentially already did but you actually giving up your life entirely was terrifying. Your thoughts ran rapidly through your brain causing you to go silent. Your pause shattered Trent’s heart. He had assumed you were on the same page.

“I thought you wanted this…we talked about this. Getting a house for us?” his voice was shaky. He looked crushed. He was so confused why you wouldn’t want this. He pulled his hand off you and sat back in his seat slumped a little looking straight ahead. The loss of touch rocked you back into the current moment.

“T… it’s just.” You didn’t know what to say, you weren’t even sure why you were hesitating. Why weren’t you able to say yes.

“What.. what don’t I give you here? What’s not enough? I love you… why wouldn’t you want this…” he trailed off frustrated. He was angry now. You tried to talk but couldn’t.

“Don’t you love me, Y/N?” The way he said your name was cold. The car suddenly felt suffocating. You started to tear up and Trent threw his head back against the seat behind him annoyed that he now had to comfort you.

“I love you so much it hurts..” you quivered, starting to cry before he moved to hold you in his arms. He kissed your forehead.

“Baby…” he was so mad but he didn’t want to make you cry, he hated that so he didn’t say anything more.

“I’m so scared of how much I love you.” You quietly spoke trying to catch your breath in between sniffles.

“Baby…” he repeated, squeezing you a little tighter. “Please..” he was begging.

“I have to go..” you muttered seeing the time on your phone. Trent just shook his head and let go of your body. You got out of the big car and stood there for a moment trying to collect yourself. He got out of the car and pulled your luggage from the boot before coming over to you. His knuckle came under your chin tilting your face up to him. You looked at him with tear stained cheeks.

“I love you so much.” He said so seriously before his lips crashed into yours. You gasped at the sensation. You grabbed at his body returning the kiss. He pulled away before holding you to his chest. You were practically sobbing. You two parted and it was the worst experience of your life in that airport, the flight was something from hell. Trent was absolutely livid driving home. He was almost in shock. It felt like a break up. What the fuck just happened.

‘Hi.. at the airport I remembered we didn’t decide on my return flight…’ you texted awkwardly trying to break the ice and remind him you loved him.

‘We?’ He coldly replied. You just reread the text again and again. Your heart was being ripped apart by three characters. You decided to be brave, not give in to his pettiness and ask what you honestly were thinking.

‘Do you not want me to come back?’ You waited for his reply. It had been a few hours. He had left you on read. You had cried the entire time unable to compose yourself. This was a glimpse of the feeling you were so afraid of.

‘You just tell me when you want to come home’ he finally messaged. Your heart almost burst just seeing his name reappear. God, the word ‘home’ had you questioning what you were thinking stalling earlier. Of course you wanted to live with him. Fuck this, no risk, no reward. Your whole life, your heart was with him. Why would you want to be anywhere else?

‘When can we start looking at the houses?’ your text had Trent completely relieved. He wanted to call you but this was a real tiff and he needed to calm down a little before he heard your voice. He knew he would cave to whatever you’d say and he wanted to hold his ground on this. He wanted you to live with him.

‘Whenever baby’ Despite not wanting to give in, Trent was still still weak for you.

‘Just have to tell everyone it’s happening and pack so give me a few days, yeah?’ You responded and Trent was already on his computer setting up viewings he had previously looked at.

When you returned to England, it was with a lot more of your stuff but you and Trent quickly fell back into your usual life, the awkward departure was quickly forgotten. Life moved on and you had started seeing a lot of different houses looking for one for you two to start something new.

“I just want good bones. We can renovate whatever. You’re good at that shit. Like I want the property to have the space. The garden has to be big enough…bedrooms for kids, I want to live here for a long time.” Trent babbled, talking quickly while driving to a viewing. Like most things, he got fixated on homes, architecture, neighborhoods, he was so nerdy learning all about it, needing to know every detail but your heart nearly fell out of your chest at the mention of kids. Had he thought about that? You definitely had. You didn’t want to dwell on it though, that was for another time, you needed to find a home together first…

“You know, baby?” He asked, cutting off your thoughts.

“Yeah, T. Makes sense.” You said squeezing his hand. You had seen a ton of houses, today was another day leaning towards disappointment. Maybe you were being too picky. You were on your way to a final showing he had scheduled and pulled up to what you could only describe as your absolute dream home. Both you and Trent’s faces lit up.

“I have a good feeling about this one, I think you’ll like it.” Trent said lacing his fingers between yours before going inside. It was beautiful, it was everything you wanted. The kitchen was massive, lots of windows and tons of light, the back garden went on for ages with a pool and back patio but you tried to hold back your excitement trying not to sway Trent’s opinion.

“It’s good right?” He cooed in your ear grabbing your waist as you stood in one of the bedrooms.

“Could live here..” you said, turning your head to kiss him.

“Whatever you want.” He hummed before you continued your little tour.

“I think I’d want this wall down though..” you thought aloud pointing to one in between the kitchen and living space.

“It’s gone.” Trent was quick. He was going to give you anything you wanted. It was always that way. You knew that but never pushed it just appreciative of his willingness to please you.

After you saw the house, time seemed to speed by. Trent and you were so eager to get the ball rolling. It just was the way you two operated. Very instinctual. Rapid pace. Trusting your gut. Very similar to how you met and how you ended up here. Another month went by and the offer you had placed on the dream home went through. You were so excited it felt surreal that you were going to have your own space but it also was a little sad because you’d grown so accustomed to constantly having family around. You were set to move into the home in three months. You had told Dianne when you first started looking and it was bittersweet for her. She was definitely sad you two were moving, especially seeing Trent finally out from under her roof. There was also a part of her that was happy he was happy, that this relationship, the ‘visit’ to Liverpool, had worked out. Trent reassured her that the house was only a short drive in the next gated neighborhood over. You would be together plenty, not much would change.

In the next few months you were kind of living in a mess trying to work out the stuff at Trent’s home, stuff for the new house, stuff coming from the US, construction, painting, landscaping; it all kind of made you dizzy but you handled it not wanting Trent to even bat an eye about the whole project. He offered to help but this kept you occupied as his season picked up and it was something you enjoyed. You just wanted to make the perfect home for him. You both had decided you wanted it to feel like you were in a house in the Hamptons, light, airy, modern but have all the quintessential qualities of a British home. It was a good merge of your worlds and you were working to bring that to life.

The three months flew by and you were getting incredibly nervous to bring Trent to see the finished home. You ended up not changing much to the house structurally so your move in date never had to be pushed due to any big construction. You were at the point of the project where your list of things to do had dwindled down to throw-blankets, cutlery, hangers, oddities that would make the space home and functional. He had come along for the big things, making decisions from when the house was undergoing some changes like the wall you didn’t like coming down, to picking out the couch but he hadn’t been in a few weeks and seen all the home accessories and arrangement choices you had made. Stylistically it was massively different from when you started.

“Baby…what the fuck..” Trent grabbed at you when he walked in the front door. Objectively speaking, it was gorgeous. Your mum had interior design connections, Trent had money, you had taste, it all resulted in a beautiful, beautiful space. It was very creamy, white, a bright space that made you feel at home. The woods were warm tones, there was a lot of texture; sherpa, boucle, and knits. It was maybe a modern x farmhouse vibe a la Restoration Hardware and needless to say, Trent loved it.

“Good or bad ‘what the fuck’ ?” You giggled seeing the excitement on his face.

“This is my dream house.” He gawked looking around at the job you had done. “Dream girl too” he said, kissing into your neck, overly happy with you and the house. You explained little things you changed, why you picked a certain material for something, where you were going to keep all things football, and then you got to your bedroom. You opened the door to the spacious room and it was incredibly calm, neutral, luxe, minimalistic but it felt warm when you walked in. It just made you want to cuddle. The bed was massive and you couldn’t wait to sleep on it.

“Are we sleeping here tonight?” He read your mind. His hand grazed your side before he laid face first into the mattress.

“I guess if you want” you giggled crawling on top of him. You put your entire weight on him.

“Oof… get off me.” He moaned, voice muffled by the bed. “Let me breathe!” He squirmed ultimately getting you off him. He was being dramatic, faking heaving breaths.

“Oh my god! Are you okay!” You overzealously pretended to be concerned he couldn’t breathe your hands gripped his arms to shake him with worry.

“Nah, I think I need mouth to mouth resuscitation.” The smile that swept across his face was incredibly devilish and you liked it. You sat back on top of him on the bed. You kissed his lips slow. It heated up into the pair of you passionately making out, your bodies were rolling into each other, your clothes slowly being peeled off when you started to move your kisses to his neck. You sucked on his sensitive skin pulling a moan from him and worked your way down his bare chest. You ended up kissing all the way down to the tip of his cock.

“Don’t tease baby...” he groaned out.

“Not teasing.. just tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do anything you want me to do.” The submission had Trent’s heart racing.

“Open your mouth f’me beautiful” he commanded gently. You opened your mouth and he lifted his hips a little to silently tell you what he wanted but you surprised him when every inch of his cock went in your mouth slipping to the back of your throat right away. “Fuck, just like that baby.” He helped you move your head up and down on his cock. He reached his hand to grab your hair with vigor, guiding your movements. You were gagging at how deep in your throat you were taking him. Drool was rolling from your mouth to your chin, tears flooding your lash line. You moaned in pleasure, loving every second of this. All you wanted to do was make him happy whether it was decorating a house or sucking his cock you were going to do it. Lost in the feeling, he began to rock his hips against you, his hands gripping on you a little bit tighter. You looked up at him fucking your face with eyes he loved to watch. He groaned, shutting his eyes, losing control a little. Your mouth, your tongue, your lips felt so perfect on him, the sound of it all was music to his ears. The tears on your lash line finally fell when his cock began to throb a little. The tears ran down your cheeks, the sight causing him to fuck your mouth faster. Your mascara began to run and you looked more beautiful to him than ever.

“Such a good girl, baby” he moaned. He could barely get the words out as your tongue swirled around him

“Mmmhuhh” you managed a mumbled agreement with his cock still in your mouth before taking him a little bit deeper. You gagged and the sound turned him on so much, you both knew his release was close. The noise was such a turn on. Everything you ever did was a turn on for him. He could get hard at you doing nothing but you weren’t doing nothing right now. No, you were letting him thrust his cock into your face.

“Fuck.. f-fuck I love fucking your mouth. I love you baby. Feels so fucking good. Shit.” He babled messily when his thrusts got sloppier. You felt him get just a little bit harder before he pushed further down your throat spilling his cum into your mouth. He pulled you off him slowly, both of you breathing heavily. You smiled softly looking up at him. Some of his cum and drool pooled in the corner of your lips curling.

“You’re so beautiful. So good f’me you know that?” He cooed, pulling you up to cuddle.

“So, you like the new bedroom?” You giggled.

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Something There (Chapter 9)

7.1k words Roy Kent x Reader Warnings: Language, moment of violence (yay!), one scene of angst, lots of fluff and buildup A/N: Okay now THIS is my favorite chapter! I listened to Taylor's 'Daylight' for most of this, highly recommend 😘

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He wasn’t letting go of her. Not this time.

Roy squeezed her tight, letting his cheek rest on her hair, the hair that smelled like fucking lavender and vanilla and was just as soft as he remembered. She felt good, pressed close to his heart like this. Right. Like she belonged there. The way she clung to him, trembling ever so slightly, told him that she was thinking the same thing.

Saying something would break the spell. So, Roy kept his mouth shut, wishing they could stay here, in this little office with its humming air conditioning and fluorescent lights, and forget about reporters and tabloids and non-boyfriends and hell, even forget about football. All he wanted was right there, in his arms, clutching to him like he was a life preserver in a storm.

But of course, staying frozen like this forever wasn’t a real option.

The sound of someone walking through the Greyhounds office had them releasing each other, not quite stepping away, as if they couldn’t bear parting, not quite yet.

Ted stood in the doorway, mouth open and eyebrows raised, glancing from one manager to the other. “I, uh, just wanted to see how you’re doin’,” he finally said, nodding to Buck. “That was a hell of a press conference, Coach.”

“Thanks,” she murmured, wiping her damp face; Roy realized she’d been crying into his shoulder. “I’m, uh, pretty tired. Should be heading home.”

Ted nodded, his face telling Roy he was sorry for interrupting. “Yeah, you get some rest. You deserve a good night’s sleep.” He offered a small wave. “Goodnight, coaches.”

Both managers mumbled their goodbyes to Ted before turning back to each other.

“I should go home,” she finally repeated, taking a step backwards to her desk, where her things were waiting to be packed up.

Roy nodded, suddenly unsure about what to do with his hands if they weren’t holding her. “Yeah, yeah. But listen-” He cleared his throat, eyes on the ceiling. “You… deserve to celebrate. Taking first place, the press conference, surviving all the shit we’ve been through. Maybe next week, when you’re up for it, I could… buy you a beer or something?”

When he forced himself to look at her, the corners of her red lips were tugging upwards. “Yeah. I’d like that, Kent.”

Before he could say anything else, his mobile vibrated in his pocket, further breaking the spell. He pulled it out, only vaguely registering the name on the screen.

“Answer it,” she hummed, starting to pack up her bag. “I’ll see you later, yeah?”

Roy nodded and started backing into his own office. “See you later.” He turned, answering his mobile as he walked through his office, into the changing room. “Hello?”

“Roy.” Trent’s voice was that serious tone he often used. “I, uh, got that information you asked for.”

Oh, shit. “Right, right. Anything… interesting?” he glanced over his shoulder as he entered the empty hallway, making sure he was alone.

Trent’s sigh sounded tired. “Oh, it’s interesting, alright,” he muttered dryly. “So, the photos were taken, but they weren’t going to be released. Keeley had done a good job convincing The Richmond Star to sit on them.”

“The fucking Richmond Star?” Roy’s chest tightened; he knew that paper.

“Yeah.” Trent paused. “They were going to just ignore them until… one of their reporters saw them. And gave them to another publication.”

Roy stopped in the middle of the hallway, ready to punch a wall. “Any idea who the reporter might’ve been?”

The hesitation on Trent’s end gave Roy his answer before the writer even spoke. “George Willows.”

“FUCK!”

Trent cleared his throat. “Figured you’d feel that way,” he hummed. He sighed. “I hate that it’s him. She’s… she’s lovely. She doesn’t deserve that.” The next pause was heavy. “Are you going to tell her?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “Gotta… gotta think.” He let out a low, growling sigh. “Thanks, Trent. Really.”

“Good luck, Roy.”

~

Keeley had, thankfully, forgiven me for going off-script. On the contrary, she thought my rant was brilliant and long overdue. Rebecca, while concerned about the language and the reaction from shareholders, was proud of me.

After a the most light-hearted practice the Whippets had had in weeks, I found myself in my office, going over the report on our next opponent, determined to keep our first-place status.

“Hi there, Coach.” Ted Lasso stood in the doorway, smile on his face. “How was training today?”

“Good,” I chirped, waving him in. “Anything I can do for you, Ted?”

He shrugged and leaned on my desk. “Just didn’t get to chat last night.” His eyes searched my face curiously. “Sorry for, uh, interrupting.”

My face went warm. “It’s fine,” I murmured, looking down at my report. “We were just-”

“No need to explain,” he assured me, clearly trying not to grin goofily. “It was an emotional night for ya. For Roy too.” He raised his eyebrows. “The two of you… deserve something good. Some happiness.”

“The two of us,” I repeated with a little cough. “I mean-”

Ted placed his hand on top of mine, silencing me. “Lemme just say one thing. I know we’re practically strangers and it’s none of my business, but I dunno. I feel like I know a thing or two about a thing or two.”

My curiosity was piqued. “What’s up?”

After a quick glance around, Ted leaned in close. “Roy… he thinks you’re special. You know that right? Because it’s obvious to anyone with eyes. Heck, Helen Keller would be able to tell ya that Roy thinks the world of you.”

My heart stuttered as I looked at Ted. “I- you know, he-”

“But Roy’s pretty darn special too,” Ted continued. “He is so darn good. He’d do just about anything for the people he cares about. He’s got to be one of the most passionate people I have ever had the pleasure of knowin’. The man is a great coach and an incredible friend.” He cleared his throat. “Like I said, just a real special guy. And…” He shook his head. “I dunno. I think, and I’m sure a lot of other people think, that maybe you two… could be somethin’ special… together.” He threw his hands up as he hopped off my desk. “I said my piece. You can ignore me if you want, like I said it’s not really my place to talk.” He started towards the door, pausing halfway out of the office to look at me one more time. “But Roy… well if you let him, he’d care about you like no one’s business.” With a friendly nod, he was gone, leaving me alone with thoughts full of Roy Kent.

~

It was like Roy’s mind was at war with itself for a couple of days after the Whippets match. On the one hand, he was so angry with what he’d learned from Trent. Of course fucking Willows was behind this whole mess; the man was scum, after all. And the fact that her trust had been so fucking violated just crushed Roy. And now he had to figure out a way to tell her that didn’t look like he was just trying to break them up. Fucking hell.

But, even with all this inner turmoil, Roy couldn’t help feeling… happy. She was smiling at him, cracking jokes, and a couple of times he caught her gazing thoughtfully through the window from her office to his. Something had shifted, and Roy’s heart was soaring.

Still. How was he supposed to tell her who was behind their shared hell?

He was contemplating this when Rebecca bumped into him in the hallway.

“Oh, Roy, just who I was hoping to see.”

He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Really?”

She nodded, stepping closer. “I was wondering how you’re doing. We haven’t had a chance to talk since… well, the other night.” Her eyebrows flew up. “That press conference was interesting, wasn’t it?”

“Interesting,” Roy repeated, shifting his weight and his gaze. “Yeah, you could call it that.”

As if summoned by Roy’s discomfort, the Whippets’ coaches walked by, chattering quietly. The two managers locked eyes, and Roy was the recipient of the softest smile, the kind that made his breath hitch and his fingertips tingle. He nodded back, keeping his eyes on her as she continued down the hall; to his absolute delight, she glanced back at him before disappearing around a corner.

Rebecca’s face softened as she watched the manager squirm. “Roy Kent, when are you going to fucking tell her how you feel?”

He sighed, glancing around, praying no one could hear the two of them. “Rebecca-”

“No, don’t ‘Rebecca’ me,” she scolded in a low voice. “Come on, Roy, I’m sick of seeing you stumble around here in this little daze. There’s something between you two, we all know it. It’s so damn obvious. It’s been there for months. Hell, it’s probably been there since the day she arrived. So go fucking tell her that you have real feelings for her.”

“Rebecca,” he warned, face burning. “It’s not that fucking simple-”

She rolled her eyes. “How many times do I have to tell you? Stop getting in the way of your own happiness. Stop acting helpless, because you’re not. You’re Roy fucking Kent! You deserve to be happy.”

Roy felt his blood boil as he finally snapped at his boss. “And you’re Rebecca fucking Welton! So when are you going to stop pretending you don’t love Ted and let yourself be happy?”

The color draining from Rebecc’s face told Roy he was right on the money. It wasn’t as if it was some great secret; everyone knew there was more than friendship between the owner and former manager. Well, maybe everyone except the owner and manager in question.

“Exactly,” Roy went on, confident that he’d ended this particular conversation. “When you talk to Ted about your feelings, I’ll talk to Bucky about mine.” He nodded, more to himself, and began to turn to walk away; Rebecca’s hand on his wrist stopped him in his tracks.

“Fine.”

Before Roy could say another word, Rebecca dragged him down the halls of the Dog Track, ignoring the curious looks of the people they passed as her heels click, click, clicked against the tile. She didn’t stop her quick pace until they were in the Greyhounds office, where Ted was chatting pleasantly with Beard.

Ted’s eyes lit up at the sight of Rebecca. “Well, hey there-”

“Ted Lasso,” Rebecca commanded, releasing Roy’s wrist. “Are you ever going to kiss me?”

Roy had never seen Ted’s face so pale. “I-” the American choked, Beard wide-eyed next to him. “Well, gee- Becca, we-”

Rebecca took a step forward, raising a cool eyebrow at Ted. “Oklahoma.”

“Well, shoot.”

He cupped her face carefully and pulled her into a deep kiss; behind them, Beard’s arms were in the air as his mouth widened in a silent scream. Roy felt his ears go warm, his heart drumming with a mix of annoyance at Rebecca’s frankness and joy at seeing these two finally admit how they felt. He could also feel a twinge of envy in his chest; fuck, he wished he could be so honest.

Rebecca released Ted and turned to Roy, a goofy grin on her face. “There,” she hummed triumphantly. “Your turn, Kent. Off with you.” She looked back to Ted, fixing the collar on his polo shirt. “This one and I have some things to discuss.”

Blinking a few times, Roy turned his head towards the Whippets office, where Lucas stood with wide eyes. Realizing the answer to his current problem had been just through that door this whole time, Roy quickly ducked into the office, leaving the lovebirds behind.

“What in the world-?”

Roy shook his head and closed the door behind him. “Don’t fucking ask.” He glanced around. “She around?”

Lucas shook his head, clearly trying not to grin. “Want me to go get her for you?”

“No.” Roy cleared his throat, ignoring the heat on his face. “Lucas… I need your help with something.”

~

Today was the day, I decided. For a couple days now, I’d wondered if Roy was going to remind me about that beer he’d offered me. Even though we were on better terms than we’d ever been- saying hello when we passed one another, laughing, heck just smiling at each other- he hadn’t said anything else about grabbing a drink.

Of course, I didn’t mention a word about that to George. Things were icy since the press conference, with him insisting on going out to dinner the night after, which resulted in my picture going up on Twitter. But honestly, I didn’t care too much. Like I’d told everyone- I wanted to focus on my team.

Which I was admittedly struggling with since hugging Roy Kent.

Still, I did my best to get on with my day, running practice like I wasn’t wondering why Roy hadn’t asked me for a beer again. By the time Lucas and I made our way back to our office after most everyone else had left for the day, I was mentally composing a text to the Greyhound if he was free the next night. I threw my bag over my shoulder, mumbling something to Lucas about George picking me up for dinner. When I saw the sour look on his face, I sighed.

“What?”

He blinked at me. “What, what?”

“Luke,” I started slowly. “You’ve been weirdly quiet today. And the couple times I’ve mentioned George, you made these faces like you want to throw up. Is there something I should know?”

I had never seen such discomfort in my assistant coach’s expression; it had my stomach knotting up. “Bucky…” He ran his hands over his face. “Yesterday… I found out who leaked your photos.”

My heart nearly stopped in my chest. “You… you…” I clutched my bag, knuckles turning white as my voice lowered. “Who was it?”

Lucas closed his eyes, wincing. “George.”

It felt like all the wind was knocked out of me. “George?” I repeated, barely croaking it out. “As in my George?”

“Yeah.” Lucas rubbed the back of his neck, not quite looking me in the eye. “Trent Crimm, you know Trent, apparently he did some digging around… and found out that the Star had the original photos and… and George, well he passed them along to another publication.”

I sank into my chair, staring up at Brandi Chastain. “Why would he do that?” I whispered.

Lucas leaned on my desk, tenderly placing a hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry, Bucky. Really. I know I pushed you to go out with him, I know I-”

“No, Lukey,” I murmured, using the nickname I only called him when he was truly upset. “You didn’t know. Don’t you dare feel bad.”

He shook his head. “I’m gonna kill him,” he muttered, leaning back. “I swear, Bucky, when he walks through that door, I’m gonna-”

“You’re gonna go home,” I told him, standing up. “And you’re going to get some rest, and you’re going to come into work tomorrow like normal. And you’re going to go to tomorrow night’s Greyhound’s match with me. And we’re going to keep winning and leave all this shit behind us, alright?”

“What are you gonna-”

I shrugged. “Gonna tell him I know. Gonna give him exactly two seconds to explain himself. Then gonna have him permanently banned from Nelson Road.” I stood and offered Lucas my closed fist. “I’ll be fine.”

Lucas tapped his fist to mine. “Call me when you get home.”

After he left, I sat in my chair, not bothering to take off my bag, just staring at the hallway door. When George appeared, he was wearing that smile, that boyish, charming smile, the one that used to make my heart flutter.

“Hey, you,” he hummed, not noticing the stony expression I wore. “What d’you want for dinner? I heard about this great new restaurant-”

“Why the fuck did you do it?” I was on my feet, face burning. “Why the ever-loving fuck would you give those photos to someone to publish?”

He cleared his throat, shuffling his feet. “No, see, Buck-“

“Fucking explain it,” I interrupted, bringing my face to his. “Tell me why you would put me through absolute hell. Why you would do something that put my reputation, my job, my everything at risk.” I blinked, refusing to let this man see my tears. “Tell me, George.”

For the first time since we met, his face held no confidence, only panic. “See, this is what happens to women who-who sleep with Roy Kent,” he stammered. “Honestly, aren’t you glad you found out now and not later? That being with Roy Kent is the wrong thing for you?”

“Oh my fucking-” I felt like everything was spinning. “You absolute jackass,” I groaned. “You piece of absolute shit. Because you were jealous that I had sex with Roy Kent, you told the world I had sex with Roy Kent? And this was supposed to make me want to be with you? I should fucking-”

“Buck?” Roy stood in the doorway between our offices, eyes wide as he stared at me. “You alri-” His gaze landed on George. “Oh, you fucking twat.” He stormed across the office, putting himself between us, chest to chest with the reporter. “You have three seconds to get the fuck out of here, otherwise, I will cut off your-”

“Roy.” I pulled him back by the shoulder, shaking my head at him.

He immediately stepped back, eyes never leaving George’s face and fists staying clenched at his side.

I whirled back around on George. “You need to leave,” I said in my lowest voice. “And you need to never, ever fucking talk about me, think about me, or write about either of us ever again. Or I will hunt you down and show you why I led the NWSL in fouls in my first season.”

George scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Maybe the two of you deserve each other,” he grumbled, nodding towards Roy. “Two washed-up has-beens, coaching low-rate teams, trying to stay relevant. Apparently the only time you’re relevant is when you’re getting fucked by that broken old bastard. No wonder you want to keep him around.”

It had been a couple decades since the last time I punched a boy on the playground, probably after an insult much less vulgar than this one. But as I looked at the smug look on George Willows’s face, I definitely remembered how. My fist connected harshly with his jaw with a satisfying thump. He staggered backwards, clutching his face.

“Bitch,” he hissed, stumbling towards the door. “Fucking bitch.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I mumbled, cradling my fist in my other hand. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

We stood in silence as George trudged out, the sounds of his footsteps echoing through the otherwise empty halls. When I finally turned to look at Roy, he was already gazing at me with wide eyes, clutching his own jaw. The look of pure admiration in his eyes was almost enough to make me forget what I’d just learned.

“Fucking hell,” he breathed. “That might have been the coolest fucking shit I have ever seen.”

I blinked at him for a moment, ignoring the pain in my hand. “Did you know?” I asked softly, taking a step towards him.

He looked down at my hand, tentatively taking it and holding it up. “Let’s get you some fucking ice,” he murmured. His soft eyes met mine again. “And then I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

Roy kept my hand in his as he led me to the treatment room, only letting go so he could find an ice pack while I hopped up on the treatment table. He turned back to me, more confident now as he lifted my hand off my lap and pressed the ice pack to it, watching my face carefully as he continued to hold my hand. I scooched closer to the end of the table, letting my knees brush against the front of his thighs.

“I… asked Trent to do some digging,” he finally began. “And he called me after your press conference.”

“That was the phone call you got in the office.”

He nodded. “Yeah. Yeah.”

I tried to focus on his words instead of how incredibly close he was, close enough that I could feel his warm breath on my face. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Think about it,” he chuckled glancing down at our hands. “You know I fucking hate the guy. You know I wasn’t… excited about you being with him.” He shrugged. “It’d look like I was just trying to break you up or some shit, like I was… I dunno…”

Like he was jealous.

“No, I get that.” I ducked my head, willing him to look me in the eye again. “So you told Lucas?”

He glanced up through his eyelashes. “So I told Lucas,” he confirmed. “Told him he could even call Trent if he wanted to confirm. You… you could call him too if you want. If you need to confirm.”

“I don’t need to.”

The corner of his mouth tugged upwards. “Well, I’m not going to pretend that seeing you punch that twat wasn’t the most bad-ass thing I’ve ever seen.” He cleared his throat. “But I am sorry it happened this way.” His eyes were again on our hands, his thumb slowly stroking my skin. “I… would never want to see you hurt.”

“Thank you.” I followed his gaze, a warmth filling my chest as I realized how nice his hand felt in mine. “Can I ask…” I trailed off.

“Anything.”

I wrinkled my nose, thinking for a moment. “Why’d you hate him in the first place? The whole thing with throwing a chair at him?” I couldn’t help but grin. “Which I now realize was probably well-deserved.”

He gave a full smirk now. “Fucking ’course it was,” he hummed. “It’s… pretty shitty, honestly.” With a sigh, he threw his head back, as if wondering where to start. “See, he always had some shit to say about my private life when I was a player. And it was really fucking annoying.” He scowled as he looked back down. “And, see, there was this whole thing… with Keeley… and some fucking video of her… a private video…”

“Oh.” It suddenly made sense why Keeley had fought so hard for me and my photos; fuck, I wanted to hug her.

“Yeah. We were already broken up, and it had nothing to do with me, but, you know, fucking hurt like hell to see her go through that.” He cleared his throat. “And George fucking Willows decided to ask me if I’d seen the video and if I knew who it was for. So, I threw my fucking chair at him.” He shook his head. “That’s why I was so pissed seeing the two of you together, even without… the gala stuff. And I should have fucking said something. Should’ve told you exactly the kind of shit he was from the moment he started sniffing around you. It’s my fucking fault.”

I shook my head. “Come on, Roy. You know I wouldn’t have believed you back then. I wouldn’t have even let you finish one sentence about him.”

After a heavy pause, Roy offered me a small smile. “We’ve… come a long fucking way, haven’t we?”

“Yeah.”

My heart hammered as we gazed at each other, holding hands in the quiet treatment room. It felt just like the night of my press conference, when we hugged in my office and just held each other. Quiet, calm, natural. Good. Like we weren’t dealing with all the shit we were dealing with, like we were just frozen in this moment. Like we could finally have a moment of peace.

“Any chance I could drive you home?” His soft eyes were begging me to say yes.

But the realization of everything that had just happened tonight came crashing down around me; as tempted as I was to accept the ride home, maybe suggest a detour to a pub, I knew I needed to say-

“Some other time.” I cleared my throat and nodded down to my hand. “Kind of want to walk. Just take the evening to myself. Get some rest. Ice this thing some more.”

If he was disappointed, he wasn’t going to tell me. “Yeah, I get that.” He stepped back and helped me down from the table. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”

I nodded. “Yeah.” I squeezed his hand before reluctantly letting go. “I’ll be at your match, by the way.”

“Well.” He smirked, flexing the hand I’d been holding. “Here’s hoping I can impress you as much as you impressed me the other night.”

My face warmed as I tried to figure out what to say; honestly, I just wanted to prolong our conversation, not say goodnight and walk out of this room and away from whatever moment we were having. Seeing Roy haloed in the fluorescent light, I wondered what would happen if I just leaned forward and-

“Oh.” Will stood in the doorway, holding a laundry basket. “Hello, coaches.”

Roy took a small step away from me, eyebrows raised. “Will.” His eyes shifted to me before returning to the kitman. “How much this did you hear this time?”

Will shrugged. “Walking home, going to the game, impressing each other.”

“Right.” Roy cleared his throat and turned back to me. “Goodnight, Coach. I’d shake your hand but…” He nodded to my hand, still red from the ice pack, and let out a little huff of a chuckle. “Anyways, goodnight.”

“Night,” I echoed, turning back to the door. “Goodnight, Will.”

He nodded to me, clearly trying not to grin. “Goodnight, Coach.”

As I walked out, I could hear Roy’s voice, rough and low.

“Will. Not a fucking word.”

“I know.”

~

Roy wasn’t sure the last time he’d been this nervous for a match. It had nothing to do with their opponent; he knew his team could beat Sheffield, that was no problem. But tonight she would be watching him, and that had him feeling a bit like he did when he was a young man and would have a girlfriend come watch him for the first time: giddy, excited, desperate to impress.

As he took his spot in the dugout, he found himself looking up into Rebecca’s box. Sure enough, there were both Whippets’ coaches, chattering with Rebecca and Ted and Keeley, laughter all around. His heart melted a little, seeing her so carefree, as if she hadn’t just been betrayed and wasn’t still being watched and judged. Ever since her press conference, she seemed to not care anymore; she ignored the papps who still wandered in the parking lot, she had told Keeley to not bother mentioning any Twitter trends, and she laughed at the cover of some magazine featuring an unflattering photo of her mid-sentence in that press conference.

Almost as if she could feel his gaze, she looked down at the dugout, locking eyes with Roy. Her red-lipped smile widened as she gave a little wave, one Roy found himself returning with a grin of his own. He ignored the clearly amused looks from his friends in the owner’s box, as well as the knowing chuckles from his fellow coaches. It was clear to everyone at Nelson Road that something had changed, and for once, Roy found that he didn’t care about people knowing his business.

Not when his business was her.

“I see we have some visitors,” Beard hummed, raising his eyebrows at Roy.

Roy shrugged, turning his attention to the pitch. “Yeah,” he murmured, wondering if his blush could be seen from the owner’s box. “Nice of them to come.”

The two assistant coaches exchanged grins, shaking their heads at the pleased expression Roy couldn’t quite hide.

To Roy’s delight, the Greyhounds outdid themselves, playing better than they had all season. It was almost as if the guys knew he was hoping to impress her; it wouldn’t completely surprise him if that was exactly the case. When the final whistle blew on a 4-1 win, Roy found his eyes gravitating to the owner’s box; she was already looking at him. She offered him a grin and a playful shrug, almost as if to say Yeah, you impressed me. He tapped his fingers to his temple, saluting up to her with a smirk.

He could get used to his, having her at his matches. He considered asking her to come again to bring him luck, because she clearly did tonight. He definitely felt damn lucky receiving that smile after a win.

His stride was uncharacteristically light as he entered the changing room, where he shouted compliments at his team, who were all wearing the most shit-eating grins he’d ever seen. Those grins only grew when the Whippet coaches popped in to offer their congratulations. As she went around giving hugs and high-fives to the team, Roy couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes kept shifting to find him; he was sure everyone else noticed too.

Finally, she approached him, offering her hand. “Good job out there, Coach.”

He gently shook her outstretched hand, melting a little at her wince. “Your hand alright?”

“Definitely bruised,” she mumbled, making a face. “But fucking worth it.”

Roy nodded. “Well, if you need some help icing it some more…”

“You’re my first call,” she assured him, smirking. They stayed there for a moment, exchanging smirks, fully aware of the eyes on them. It took Jamie asking if she saw his two goals to finally bring them back down to earth. After answering Jamie, she gave Roy a friendly little shove and turned to walk out.

“Oi.”

She stopped, looking back at him with a coolly raised eyebrow.

Roy shrugged, suddenly bashful. “So? Did I impress you?”

Her coy laugh had his heart stuttering. “I’ll let you know when you buy me that beer you owe me.” With a teasing wave, she linked arms with a smirking Lucas and strutted out, taking Roy’s gaze with her.

Shaking his head and chuckling to himself, Roy made his way to his office, where he found Ted, Beard, and Nate all waiting for him, expectation on their faces. He raised his eyebrows at them, closing the door behind him; he had a feeling he didn’t want the team to hear whatever this conversation was going to be.

“Yes?”

Ted spoke up. “Y’all are pretty darn cute together.”

Roy scoffed, pretending he didn’t love hearing the word together. “Fuck off,” he mumbled, not really meaning it as he took his seat.

Nate leaned on his desk dreamily. “You ask her out yet?”

“No.” He glanced down at his hands, thinking about holding hers. “Should I?”

“Yes,” all three men practically shouted.

Beard leaned back in his chair. “Roy, it’s pretty damn obvious the two of you like each other,” he pointed out. “You two’ve been very friendly, smiling at each other like you’re a couple of kids. And tonight she was like your own personal cheerleader. Please put us all out of our misery and ask that woman out.”

For once, Roy didn’t argue. Instead, he looked at his friends with something close to anxiety in his eyes. “How?” He cleared his throat. “Everything that’s happened… Don’t think I can just walk up and say ‘Hey let’s go to dinner and a fucking movie’, now can I?”

“That’s true,” Beard murmured, raising his eyebrows at Ted. “Sounds like what Roy needs is a…”

Ted snapped his fingers. “Grand gesture.”

Roy wrinkled his nose. “Excuse me?”

“Y’all are in the third act of your love story,” Ted explained, practically bouncing. “The rules of rom-communism state you need a grand gesture to show her how ya feel, somethin’ special and big, like- like runnin’ through the airport or holdin’ a boom box over your head or paying the dowry for her teenage sister to marry a slimy soldier.” He shrugged. “Show her how important and special she is to you.”

“Grand gesture,” Roy mumbled, tapping his fingers on his desk. “Grand fucking gesture.”

Sure. Roy could do that- right?

~

The following week was a blur of football, the announcement that Ted Lasso would be coming back onboard as a scout for both teams, continuing to field annoying questions from journalists, and, dare I say, flirting with Roy Kent. We had resumed running together in the evenings, time now filled with making fun of the reality tv playing in front of us as we pretended that we weren’t eyeing each other yearningly. Well, maybe I was the only one yearning; while I definitely caught his eyes leaving a burning trail down my body as I ran on the treadmill, he still hadn’t mentioned that freaking beer he promised me. Even after I took him up on his offer to drive me home a couple of times, he always stopped right in front of my building and wished me a good evening before I hopped out of the car.

Maybe we were friends. That was good, right? After all this time, being friends with Roy Kent was a relief to everyone at the Dog Track.

But damn, I thought as I sat at home on that late Friday afternoon, listening to the sounds of the rain that had us calling an early weekend, our first free one in a while- I didn’t want to be just friends with Roy Kent.

Underneath all the shit that had made me hate him for months, there was something special, as Ted as said. Roy was kind. Caring. Passionate. Almost funny. He loved his team and his friends and his adorable little niece. He completely understood my pain about retirement and the determination to stay close to the game. He’d been protective of me and supported me and, hell, even inspired me.

And the tabloids would be thrilled to hear that I thought he was fantastic in bed.

Fuck, I realized with a groan as I slumped further into my couch. My dumb ass loves Roy fucking Kent.

What the hell was I supposed to do with that?

The afternoon wore on, with the rain coming down progressively harder as I tried to distract myself with a movie and my playbook. But my mind kept wandering back to those brown eyes and that bearded smile, reevaluating every interaction we’d ever had, right back to that first night in the club. Clearly Roy was attracted to me; that had been pretty clear from the start, even when we were constantly arguing. But did he like me?

As I wondered about all the smiles and looks he’d been giving me lately, a timid knock at my door sent me jumping. Probably Lucas, I thought as I stood, adjusting my Richmond fleece sweater. We hadn’t said we wanted to hang out tonight, but he could always be counted on to randomly stop by with food and a movie.  

But when I opened the door, there was no one in front of me. I frowned, ready to turn around and close the door, but something at my feet caught my eye: a small box, darkened by the rain, with a folded note taped to the top. I bent down and opened the note; its sloppy writing read:

I hope you never play nice again. Except maybe with me.

“The fuck?” I breathed. I bent down again to open the box and stood up holding a black and white soccer ball. As I turned it over in my hands, I slowly began to realize it had writing all over it: autographs. The names were familiar to me: Julie Foudy. Kristine Lilly. April Heinrichs. Mia Hamm. Brandi Chastain.

The 1991 United States Women’s Team.

I looked back at the note, realizing I knew that handwriting.

Roy.

I quickly shoved the ball and note back into the box and tossed it inside, stepping in only to put on the sneakers I kept by the door. Not caring about putting on a coat or checking my hair, I ran outside as fast as my stupid ankle could carry me, immediately finding myself drenched in the rain. I looked both ways, my heart sinking when I realized how empty the street was. Finally, I saw that giant black car, the one that had brought me home earlier that afternoon. And walking towards it was someone in a black leather jacket.

“Kent!” I called out, breaking into a full sprint, ankle throbbing. “Fucking Kent!”

The figure stopped, tense and motionless. Roy turned around, brown eyes wide as I kept racing to him. He walked towards me until we stood face to face. He studied my face as I put my hands on my hips, breathing hard from the run, pretending that my ankle wasn’t killing me.

“You alright?”

I shook my head. “The fucking… the ball. You won it? Back at the gala?”

“No, actually.” He stuck his hands in his pockets, looking pitiful and beautiful with the rain dripping down his bearded face. “I did put a bid on it. But I got outbid.” He cleared his throat, bouncing slightly. “So I tracked down the wanker who won it. Had to pay twice as much as he did, and I’ve got to make an appearance at his idiot kid’s birthday party but…” He shrugged. “D’you like it?”

“Yeah.” I nodded feverishly, the nervousness in his eye making me desperate to assure him. “Fucking love it. But why…” I stared up at him, resisting the urge to wipe the rain off his cheeks. “Why would you do all that?”

His eyes roamed my face, as though searching for something. Finding whatever it was he was looking for, he took a miniscule step closer, our bodies nearly touching. “Because that team… it means something to you. And you… well, you mean something to me.”

I swallowed hard, not caring about how drenched I would be by the time I got back to my apartment, or that I hadn’t locked the door behind me, or the fact that anyone could walk by and see us. All I cared about was hearing whatever Roy Kent had to say. “I do?”

He nodded anxiously. “Yeah.” He put an uncertain hand on my arm, watching me carefully for a reaction. When all I did was continue to gaze up at him with what I knew were adoring eyes, he went on. “Right. Just… just let me say this, alright? And then you can tell me to fuck off and we- we can go back to ignoring each other, or this friendship thing, whatever you want, I honestly don’t-”

“Roy?” I raised my eyebrows, desperate for him to keep going.

“Right, right.” He took a deep breath, hand still on my arm. “I feel about you the same way I did the night of the charity gala. I just think you are the most incredible woman I have ever met. I fucking admire you, all that you’ve done and all that you are. And I care about you, so fucking much.” His hand left my shoulder to cup my cheek, his grip soft and warm and everything good. “I cared about you the night of the gala. Probably cared about you for a long fucking time before that, but I was too stupid and prideful to realize it until we were already in the middle of everything. And my biggest regret in all of this was not waking up before you so I could keep you in my bed and make you breakfast and assure you that you were never going to be a one-night stand. You never fucking could be.” He shook his head gently. “Not you, Buck.”

Roy ducked his head and brought his face to mine, moving slowly, almost as if he was trying to give me a chance to stop him. Instead, I grabbed him by his jacket and pulled him to me, crashing my mouth into his in the most desperate kiss I’d ever felt. My head turned light as my body remembered Roy and his hands and his mouth and his body, as if it had missed him even more than my heart had. Suddenly, I recalled what I’d thought the night of the gala, as he kissed me for the first time on his couch.

Roy Kent was everything I never knew I needed.

His other hand grabbed my hip, tugging me flush against himself, humming a little as my lips parted for him. The rain poured down on us, drops of water sliding between our faces, but neither of us seemed to notice; we were too wrapped up in finally, fucking finally, winning. When his tongue gently brushed against mine, I gave a soft groan; fuck, I’d forgotten the beautiful taste of Roy Kent.

I’d kissed plenty of men plenty of times. Hell, I’d kissed Roy plenty of times the night of the gala. But, as his fingertips dug into my hip, I realized how starved I’d been for this kiss, the one that held way too much heat and way too much affection. How long had I been waiting for it? Since the press conference? Since the gala? Since the first time I saw him shirtless on a treadmill? Or from that first time I spotted him at that club, leaning against the bar, miserable and rude as hell?

His hand slid from my hip to my back, trying to pull me closer, if that was even possible. Somewhere in the kiss, I lost track of whose heartbeat was whose; my entire body was pulsing and tingling. The rain sounded so faint and far away compared to the sound of Roy’s breathing and soft groans against my mouth. I wanted to swallow those groans, to rip off that leather jacket, to let myself have everything I’d been stupid enough to deny myself all these weeks.

Sensing that I probably couldn’t handle much more, lest we really give the paparazzi something to publish, Roy pulled back, face soaked and smiling. “Fucking hell,” he whispered, his thumb stroking my face. “I take it you don’t want to just be friends then?”

I laughed, probably the most real laugh I’d felt in a while, and gave his jacket a playful tug. “Fuck no. Who’d want to be friends with Roy Kent?”

He leaned down and kissed me again, slowly, tenderly this time, smile pressing against smile. “Play nice,” he mumbled against my mouth. “Or I’m taking my football home.”

“How about I play nice,” I murmured as I leaned back, smirking, “if you finally take me out for that beer you’ve been teasing me with? I believe you still owe me one, Kent.”

Roy smiled and let me go, taking my non-bruised hand and interlocking our fingers. “Fuck that,” he chuckled. “Everything we’ve been through, I’m buying you a whole damn bar.”

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Heyy can I request something soft and calm with Trent when u have a very bad day so he tries to make you happy to stay home with you on a rainy and cold day🥹

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The sound of thunder rumbles in the distance as you sit at your desk, surrounded by textbooks, notes, and a dimly lit lamp. The rain is pouring down outside, pattering against the windowpane like an incessant drumbeat. You've been studying for hours, but the information just doesn't seem to be sticking. You read a page of notes, and it seems like the words are just jumbled letters on a page. You try to remember the names of the bones in the human body, but they all blur together in your mind. You continue to review the information, trying different study techniques like creating flashcards, drawing diagrams, and taking practice quizzes. But the more you try, the more frustrated and stressed you become. You take a deep breath and try to focus, but your mind keeps drifting. You got this you got this, you think to yourself. You start to feel a knot in your stomach as the realization sets in that you might not be ready for this exam. You try to reassure yourself that you've studied as much as you can, but the fear of failure creeps in. As you delve into your notes, lightning flashes in the sky, illuminating the room for a split second before disappearing just as quickly. The flicker of light startles you for a moment, but you quickly regain your composure and return to your studies. As the morning goes on, you become more and more exhausted, both mentally and physically. You're running out of time, and the pressure is building. You want to cry, scream, or just give up. But you know that you can't afford to do any of those things. You have to push through and keep studying, even if it feels like it's all for nothing.You began studying at six in the morning, and it is now three o'clock. Since you are studying for your current class, Anatomy and Physiology, Trent has not bothered you because he understands how important it is for you to be by yourself so you can concentrate. After all, majoring in Sports medicine is not the easiest thing in the world. 

Trent yells, "Babe," and lifts his fist to knock. After a little wait, there was no response. He knocks once more, this time slightly louder, but there is still no answer. When he gently opens the door, he sees you seated in the desk chair with papers all over the place and your head down against the textbook. 

You do not hear Trent as you are too lost in your mind so feeling his hand touch your shoulder causes you to jump up and quickly turn your head. Just by the way you are looking at him he could tell something was wrong. You are always beaming with light, Trent would say if someone asked him to describe you, your smile could light up the whole room. Your eyes are always so lovingly that each time you would look into his eyes, it would cause his heart to tug. But right now, you have a slight frown on your face and your eyes are droopy. You look up into his eyes as he stares down at you, analyzing. You see he is wearing a black tracksuit and has his futebol bag in his hand, “Oh you came in to tell me you are heading out for practice? Have fun,” you give him a small smile as if you are feeling okay, and of course Trent does not buy it. When it is raining, or in this case thunderstorming, they usually practice inside so it is no surprise that he still is about to head out. You are about to turn around, but then hear him speak, “Did you eat yet?” You shake your head no, “I haven't had time…. Or should I say I don't feel the need to?” “Didn't you say the exam is on Friday?,” he questions, causing you to nod your head. Today is Monday, but of course anatomy is not something you can just study at the last minute in hopes to pass the test. He stares at you for a few minutes, before dropping his bag and grabbing your hand. “Come on, you've been studying all morning and it is draining you.” As he grabs your hand to pull you out of your seat you begin to protest,”But Trent I-” “You will be fine. You studied today, and you can continue to study more tomorrow. But, Don't try to study all day because that's when your brain goes into overdrive… Plus I don't think the thunderstorm is helping you right now,” and as if on cue- a loud roar of thunder can be heard. You sigh, nodding your head, giving in. He smiles as he takes you out of the study room, bringing you into the living room and notions for you to sit down on the couch. He picks up the remote from the coffee table, handing it to you, “Pick out a movie for us to watch and I will be right back.” You are about to question where he is going, but he is already quickly leaving the room. You bite your bottom lip, exhaling a deep sigh as you mentally give in and try to destress yourself. You begin to flip through Netflix to try and find a movie for you two to watch.

Meanwhile, Trent stood in the kitchen, staring at the open fridge, trying to decide what to make for you since you more than likely have not eaten yet. He knew he wanted to make something fulfilling, yet light on the stomach. He scanned the shelves, looking for inspiration. He saw some fresh vegetables, a carton of eggs, and some cheese. He decided to make you a vegetable omelet, as he knew you loved them.He quickly chopped up some onions, peppers, and mushrooms, and sautéed them in a pan. Then he whisked some eggs in a bowl, added a splash of milk, and poured them into the pan. As the omelet started to set, he sprinkled some cheese on top and folded it over. He plated the omelet, along with a side of fresh fruit and some toast. He also poured a glass of orange juice, knowing it was your favorite.Trent carries the breakfast to the living room, where he sees you sitting on the couch, looking stressed and tired. He presents you with the plate, and a warm smile.

"Here you go, my love," he said. "I made you a vegetable omelet, just the way you like it." The aroma from the food fills your nostrils, instantly making your stomach grumble to remind you just how hungry you unconsciously are. You smile as you grab the plate from him, thanking him, and instantly grab the fork to begin to eat. Trent sits down beside you, watching you intently as you savor each bite of your meal. He couldn't help but admire your beauty, from the way your hair cascaded down your shoulders to the way your eyes sparkled in the light. As you take another bite, Trent's mind begins to wander. He thought about all the times you two had spent together, laughing, talking, and just being with each other. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have such an amazing girl in his life. Lost in his daydream, Trent didn't even notice when you finished your meal and looked up at him. "What are you thinking about?" you ask, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. Trent blinks, snapping out of his reverie. "Oh, nothing," he replies sheepishly, feeling a flush rise to his cheeks as his smile never leaves his face,allowing his dimple to peek through, "I was just admiring how beautiful you are.". "Oh hush you are soooooo cheesy!,” You laugh, shaking your head, “Thank you for the food baby," you say, leaning to give him a quick kiss. Trent feels his heart swell with love for you as he pecks your lips. As you browse Netflix once more, you lean against his side and put your arm around his. "Let's watch Scary movie 2," you suggest. Trent releases his arm from your grasp and wraps it around you so that your head can rest on his chest as you continue to speak, "It's dumb but it's funny." Trent leans his head against yours as you click on the movie. He kisses the top of your head, "Anything for you, love.” He tells you to wait a second before stepping away from you once more just as you are about to start the movie. He then stands up and walks through the hallway. A short while later, he returns, with a blanket and a bowl of popcorn, saying, "Alright, I'm ready now."

When the movie is over, you decide to just have a "movie day" and keep binge-watching films.

Now halfway through the second movie, you and Trent are cuddled up on the couch wrapped in the cozy blanket he brought prior . The TV's quiet hum and the pelting rain on the windows from the storm that is forecast to last all day were the only sounds coming from the living room. As a result of feeling so calm and at ease in Trent's arms, you start to feel quite exhausted. He watches as you snuggle closer to him,your head resting on his chest, and he feels a wave of tenderness wash over him. He knows school has been stressing you out lately, with exams and assignments piling up, and he wants nothing more than to take care of you. He ran his fingers gently through your hair, soothing you as you closed your eyes and relaxed. Trent feels a deep sense of responsibility towards you. He wants to be there for you, to support you in every way possible, and to make sure you know how much you mean to him. As he looks down at you, he knows that he is willing to do anything to make you happy. He begins to think about all the little things he could do to make you feel better in times like this - make you breakfast in bed tomorrow, send flowers to your university to surprise you, etc. He knew that these small gestures could make a big difference and help you feel loved and supported during this stressful time. He hugs you tightly as you snuggle even closer.  He knows that he will always be there for you, no matter what. He vowed to himself the day he asked you out that he will take care of you, to support your dreams, and to be your partner in everything you both do. And as he looks down at your angelic sleeping state, he feels grateful for every moment you two have shared and looks forward to a future filled with love, laughter, and cuddles on the couch.