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oscar piastri x reader

synopsis ; you're new to town and you're craving something sweet. you walk to your nearest bakery. oscar pastries, as you enter the shop you take a glance at an employee you assume that's working at the bakery. feelings ensue.

a / n ; okay hi i'm back (somewhat), and i'm also into f1 now, yay. thank you for 100+ followers, 'preciate you all.

it's autumn. you enjoyed fall, 'tis the season where families are starting to put up their halloween decorations, the color primarily orange. it was aesthetically pleasing and soothing. the shops are decorated in soft dark colors. red oak leaves scattered around the concrete ground.

roaming around the town, you suddenly get the urge to eat something sweet. you come across a bakery.

oscar's pastries, it says in bolded font, papaya orange.

the smell is already inviting, you enter the shop, as you open the door there is a soft ding that reverberates around the bakery. there are a couple of customers already seated in tables enjoying their pastries.

walking towards the register, there's a girl most likely near the same age as you. "welcome to oscar's pastries, may i take your order?" she said smiling softly.

you looked at the menu and decided to take it simple, a cinnamon bun and a latte.

the girl frowned, "apologies, but we're out of the cinnamon buns. they just sold out! but i have someone who can help you─ wait one moment please." the kind girl says before leaving.

there's a few minutes until a male comes out. brown wavy, hair with disheveled strands. hazel, glimmering eyes that just inviting you for a hug. the individual looks very apologetic, he wipes his flour stained hands behind his back─ a spark ignites inside you.

he's just too adorable!

"hi, um─ my employee ellie just told me you wanted a cinnamon bun?" the male says with an australian accent you can't just help but smile warmly it.

"yeah. i did" you say, literally whipped for someone who you've just met 30 seconds ago.

"ahh─ well, i can just make a one for you and your coffee?" the male says smiling softly.

"okay. thank you─ um, i haven't gotten your name?" you say, pulling out your credit card to pay.

"oh! i'm sorry. i'm oscar, oscar piastri, the owner of this bakery." he says, grabbing the credit card and giving a quick scan before returning it back.

"okay then, thank you oscar." you smiled, oscar left going to back probably to make your order. you went and sat down to the table and waited patiently.

few moments later, an employee serves you a fresh cinnamon bun with your latte. the sweet smell of cinnamon and creme is enticing. you take a bite of the pastry, and you smile.

it's delicious.

you grab your coffee and after taking a sip, you inspect it. there's some black marking on the recyclable cardboard sleeve.

will you go on a date with me? ─ oscar

you smiled, and got up from your seat. you went over to oscar who was greeting some guests. you waited for a while for when he was done talking. you tapped on his shoulder, oscar turns to you.

"yes, I'll go on a date with you." you say smiling at the australian.

oscar smiles softly, "okay, where do you want to go?"

you contemplate for a moment, "here, let's have it here." you say nodding to yourself. oscar raises an eyebrow, "are you sure..? don't you want to go to a restaurant or something.." oscar says

"nope. here, maybe tomorrow?"

oscar nods, "we'll have it here. tomorrow"

you hug him, and he hugs you back. you let go and for brief moment you miss his embrace. "see you tomorrow, mr. pastry." you say, as he waves you goodbye.

today was a wonderful day 🍁

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☆ new-do? | ★ trent alexander-arnold , reader | drabble, not beta read

you woke up, the time reached 03:45 in the morning. trent notified you that he would be arriving soon, but he didn't state when was soon. being the late night owl you are you get up and do something productive.

it's hard to sleep without trent, you'd look over to your side and see him sleeping like a baby; it was adorable. you both were quite opposite, trent preferred the daytime and you preferred on night-time. you got up and headed over to the kitchen, because why not? wasting time and just staying up was a priority.

you opened the fridge and squinted your eyes. you left it opened so it could be a light source for you without you actually having to open the light. you walked over to the cabinet a grabbed yourself a bag of microwaved popcorn.

you removed the plastic and put it in the microwave for a good 4-5 minutes. your eyes remained on the time, reaching close to 30 seconds. the popping sounds were soothing.

your eyelids started to become heavy, almost asleep the timer beeped indicating that it was done. getting your snack you exited the kitchen, you felt a hand on your shoulder, you flinched causing you to drop your bag. luckily your didn't popcorn scatter.

"i did karate class" you said, grabbing the wrist of the individual. "calm down" a familiar voice spoke, trent. you turned around facing him, "shit, trent. you scared me", the other laughed, "i see"

you turned the lights on to see him better, and oh..–oh? you looked at his head, what once used to be messy, dreadlocs are now cornrows.

"when did this happen?"

"what happened?" he asked perplexed, "your hair, the cornrows" "oh, i got them done for fashion week? remember i flew out to paris?"

"oh, right"

"so...do you like them?" he said, giving you puppy eyes, with a glimmer of content gosh, those brown eyes. you can't resist them. you just wanted to embrace him right then and there.

"yes, they suit you. i like them."he smiled at you, and gave you a hug.

"uh, why were you up? wanted to give you a proper surprise.." "you did, i was surprised. in shock." you said, making a gasping sound, "very shocked i even dropped my own popcorn. wonderful surprise."

"eating popcorn at nearly 5 in the mornin'?"

"yes. yes, i am" you bent down to retrieve the bag.

"alright, let me go get changed", he gave you a kiss on the lips and headed towards the bedroom

you waited for awhile, "babe!" trent called. you walked into the room, a heinous smile plastered on your face. "yes?" you answered nonchalantly. "when did you install this bedstand?" trent said, giving you a glare."when you were gone, so like 2 days ago. but anyway, isn't it nice?" you said smiling. "i don't mind it" he said replacing his burgundy colored shirt with a white t-shirt.

clasped your hands together, "good! let's go to sleep now" you slid onto the mattress, making yourself comfortable.

feeling a dip, which was trent hoping onto bed with you. making himself comfortable he wrapped an arm around you waist and draped his thigh over you.

a/n : i bet robbo's elated about trents new hairstyle

#06605 #football imagine #football imagines #trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold x reader #trent aa #trent alexander imagines #trent x reader #liverpool

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⠀⠀buying groceries/ bathing with the pups

⠀⠀pairings : trent alexander-arnold , reader

⠀⠀a/n : enjoy

it was night, precisely 12 am. You should be asleep by now. you looked to the side of you and saw your boyfriend trent, who was currently sleeping. not wanting to wake him up, you lift up the sheets slightly and slid out your bed. you stood up and looked at your surroundings. you cringed due to what transpired last time.

torrential rain hushed your sounds a bit. you went over to the supply closet, opened it briskly, watching the others movement and grabbed a spare blanket. you tip-toed (literally) to the bedroom door. as you opened it it creaked, you felt like a child trying to avoid getting caught by your parents.

closing the door, you exhaled and went over to the kitchen, opened the cabinets getting dog treats, knowing that the dogs are once again notoriously loud. so you decide to bribe them with treats to get your compensation for silence. you went to the living and saw prince and koba awake, both staring at you. they were playing until you interrupted them.

“good doggies” you whispered, attempting to pick up the dogs to let them relax with you as they got high on treats. you plopped them both onto the couch and went back to retrieve your ipad.

entering the bedroom again, you look at trent, who’s dreads are spread out everywhere on the pillow, that beautiful pout of his, his black t-shirt that’s lifted up slightly showing some of his skin, that t-shirt brings out his skin complexion marvelously , the elevation of his chest as he breathes. the moonlight emitting on his skin, bringing it out more. he looks tranquil, just his presence gives you consolation.

you could stand there and just watch him sleep peacefully (woah, calm down there) or, you can get your ipad and get the hell out of here before he wakes up and asks you why you’re staring at him whilst he’s asleep, and you’d just admit to his beauty, because he actually is beautiful but you don’t want to admit it because then he’ll tease you for it.

you got your ipad and rushed on your way out, bumping you toe on the corner of the bedstand, you suppressed a cry of pain and limped your way out of the room.

now back in the living room you saw that both of the dogs were asleep, feeling relieved you slumped back on the couch and watched outer banks for the time being.

a few episodes later, it was now 2:00 am. you were so engrossed in the series you lost track of time, yet you didn’t care. you shrugged it off and continued the series. now, reaching 3 a.m. you heard footsteps approaching you, in lieu of getting up, you just stayed there. not paying any mind to it.

You looked up and saw trent, staring at you with puffy doe eyes and a pout. He looked like he'd just woken up. He didn’t say anything, just stared at you, after a while his eyes flickered to your device. He slumped back onto the couch with you. His head on your shoulder.

"so, whats wrong?”

"can't sleep" you said quietly, feeling the other turn his head, stubble grazing your shoulder. you heard faint snores from him.

"if you need to sleep, you can go to bed."

"only if you come with me."

you sighed, looking at his sleepy eyes. "sure, let's go"

you had to held his hand while going to bed.he pushed you closer towards him, your face meeting his neck. his hands wrapping around your abdomen.

"good night" and you drifted off to sleep.

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TRENT ❤ 12:20 pm

hey babe, do me a favor and head to the grocery store after please?⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ Y/N ❤🤡 12:40 pm

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀yes. what do you need?

TRENT ❤️ 12:55 pm

eggs, milk, ice pops, ice cream, kinetica protein powder VANILLA, strawberries , blueberries, mango, and for dinner I need spaghetti, alfredo sauce and chicken.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ Y/N 🤡❤️ 1:00 pm

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀let me know if you want to buy the ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀whole store too👍

TRENT ❤️ 1:01 pm

i wasn't finished, so— juice, naked (drink), grapes, raspberries, yogurt, cottage cheese and pineapple. thank you love.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀Y/N 🤡❤️ 1:10 pm

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀i'm assuming you're going to ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀give me the money for this

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀hello?⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀trent.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀read at 1:13

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you pushed your phone back into your pocket as you headed to get a shopping cart.

after wandering around some time you went to the food section, pulled out your phone again, reviewing the "list" trent gave you. you headed towards the fruit aisle.

grabbed, pinenapple, raspberries, blueberries. you weren't a food expert so you just grabbed and went.

"alrighty.." you grabbed a bag and placed 7 mangoes in, and put it with the rest of your groceries.

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heading home, you exited the car and unlocked the door, coming right back out to deliver these groceries to your "househusband".

you almost fell due to the amount of groceries, but labor is pain. when you were done you yelled out trent's name, the other appeared from the bedroom.

"here, let me help" he said grabbing some of the bags to place on the island counter, rummaging through them as you placed the other bags on the counter aswell.

"y/n..."

"yea?"

"did you remember to buy the spaghetti?"

you froze, trying to reminisce if you bought it.you didn't. there's no point of lying so you had to be solemn.

"how do you— nevermind, that's fine, we'll manage. thanks for buying these, i owe you one." he placed a kiss on your head and started putting the groceries in their place.

"oh yea, if you go again to the store, buy dog treats again. they're suddenly gone even though i just had bought it a week ago." trent said putting the berries away

your jaw went slack, reminiscing that you fed the dogs treats. but, you can't remember how much. you turned your head swiftly looking at the 2 pups, koba, trying to catch his tail. prince playing with some random toy.

you shrugged it off and went to the living room with the dogs. what he doesn't know won't kill him.

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it was 9 in the afternoon, you were standing I front of the bed, with trent laying on it of course. but, your attention wasn't on him, it was on the bed actually.

"we need a new bedstand"

"and why's that?"

"because i detest this one. do you know how many times i've stubbed my toe on it. it's like it's out for me!" you exclaimed

"maybe it's time to just wear slippers when exiting out the bed, love."

you narrowed your eyes at him, "no, maybe it's time for a new bedstand, love."

"alright, I think you should come to bed—"trent was interrupted once again by a dirty, muddy koba followed by a dirty prince bursting through the door and immediately jumping onto the bed causing havoc.

they both attacked trent leaving wet, sloppy, and hot kisses on his face. the other seemed disgusted, especially because of how dirty they were. you laughed, enjoying it.

"fuckkk.. i just took a shower" trent got up, dogs still surrounding him. he was now dirty himself.

you picked them both up, "i think it's time for a bath yea?" "you need one to aswell, trent" you giggled and made your way to the bathroom.

you went back into the bathroom, seeing trent in the tub with the dogs. (totally normal?)

"sorry babe but you're going to smell like dog shampoo" you say smiling (i know dog shampoo isn't good for humans 'cause of pH levels and stuff but let's pretend it is for my sake)

trent gave you a side eye as prince was trying to climb up his head. "you're enjoying this completely aren't you?"

"yea. very." you laughed as you scrubbed koba with shampoo. "we should buy them nail caps just for indoors, y'know." trent says as he's holding prince up in the air, analyzing his paws.

"sure, we should buy that with the bedstand that we are going to buy."

"wait, what?"

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Reader being a belly dancer and does a dance for Kylian please🫶🏼

the way you move your hips

pairing : kylian mbappé , reader

genre : fluff, cw : slight implied sex

summary : what the request says

a/n : enjoy, i researched all of this and watched videos trying to get the aspect of belly dancing. hopefully, this suffices.

(lowercase intented)

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you felt ecstatic as you watched ESPN and learned that kylian scored his 201st goal for PSG in the 4-2 win over nantes.

you were even happier seeing him on the TV, content and celebrating with his friends; regrettably, you were at home and couldn't be there with him. you were recuperating at home.

still, he deserved it. just a little kid from the suburbs of paris to paris's golden boy

to make it up to him, you resolve to perform for him. you're a belly dancer, but he has no idea. you're not sure why you haven't told him yet, but now was the time.

you get up to go to the your shared closet with kylian. rummaging around, you find a plastic storage box filled with items that you'll use.

you discovered a nude colored costume encrusted with gemstones, chains dangling from the hip belt, the skirt low and ending at your ankles with a slit on both sides. you sought for accessories and found golden bracelets.

you dressed up and smoothed out the creases on your skirt. you exited the bedroom and went to retrieve the speaker to attach your phone to for music.

you scrambled around everything cursing yourself under breath because of how many times you tripped under your skirt; knowing that you should've done this earlier before you putted on the costume.

you decide to practice a little before kylian arrives home after obtaining all of the items for this particular performance.

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you hear the door unlock,

"y/n?" you hear so faintly

the sole light source was provided by the lamps and candles because the lights were turned off. you quickly approached his side, grasped his hand in yours, and dragged him to the main source.

"congratulations, kylian," you reply, peering into his eyes. he examined you from head to toe, his brow arched in perplexity.

confusion quickly evolved to bliss. he put a finger on your hip belt and tugged it, "what's the costume for?"

"i'd like to perform for you; i do belly dancing." i came up with this at the last minute, but i wanted to congratulate you by doing what's been my talent for so long; i'm not sure why i haven't told you yet, but i— just want you to see for yourself." you muttered everything out.

he smiled again, "sure, i would love to see this show."

you told him to sit down, which he did, and you stood in front of him preparing your position.

you pressed play

you gracefully raise your arms and turn your hip forward, attempting to connect with the beat. You closed your eyes and breathed in and out.

you start with a body wave, then lower your hips, feeling the rhythm. you raise your hip and start gyrating your hips quickly, your hip belt producing noises as you go. giving way to the sensation, you spin around and flex your hips.

you wave your arms, attempting to represent the sound and melody. you bended, tucked your hips forward, elevated your stomach, and began executing double hip drops.

you did a step touch by twisting your hips left and right. reiterating the downward movement.

then, continuing swishing your arms, you go slow and steady, picking up the speed.

you went with the flow of the music, and when it ended, you came to a halt. regaining your equilibrium you turn around to face kylian.

"that was really beautiful, y/n" he told, he got up and hands immediately onto your hips.

he planted a kiss on your head, "this is perfect, but I want to add more to it."

you raised your brow in puzzlement, unsure what he meant, his hands are dangerously roving down at your lower back. he spoke quietly into your ear.

tu peux utiliser tes hanches pour moi de plusieurs façons au lit, chérie.

(theres many ways you can use your hips for me in bed, dear.)

he led to you to bed, and you both had a good night.

#06605 #football imagine #football imagines #kylian mbappe #kylian imagines #kylian x reader #kylian x you #mbappe #🦶🏿

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ce soir c'est beau

pairings : kylian mbappé , reader

genre : fluff

summary : a late night stroll with your favorite parisian, kylian.

a/n: blurb, because yes; using google translate sorry for any mistakes. (lowercase intented).

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you grinned, paris was a sight to behold. the scenery of the eiffel tower in all its grandiosity the shops, the vibrancy of tourists and parisians crowding the tower; it was just breathtaking.

the tower was sparkling with thousands of sparkles, and the stores were lit up with fairy lights. the park's luminescence; moonlight reflecting on the lake, adding to the splendor.

people were dispersed throughout, picnicking and enjoying their stay in paris; this was nothing compared to america. a hand gripped yours somewhat firmer, jolting you out your reverie.

you look to your side, your smile grew even bigger.

kylian.

"who are you looking at so lovey-dovey?" the blond haired man asked.

you shrugged lightly, "you" you responded with.

You can see his eyes crinkle up in gaiety as he grinned and lifted your hand to place a small kiss on it.

"j'taime"

"i love you too, but, are we just going to stay walking around here?"

"non, viens marcher avec moi."

(no, come walk with me)

he said practically dragging you somewhere, "aren't I already walking with you?"

he rolled his eyes and brought to this little cafe, you both entered.

It was nice, cozy, and just simplistic. You both sat at the bar tables, kylian on the other side of you.

"i've been coming here for awhile..it's amazing, les gens vous traitent avec respect, peu importe qui vous êtes. the food here is c'est délicieux."

(the people here treat you with respect, no matter who you are.)

"that's nice to hear, considering how you're a big deal around here." you stated factually.

an old woman approached your table her presence was serene, "kylian, bienvenue à nouveau. heureux de vous avoir à nouveau ici."

(kylian, welcome back. glad to have you here again.)

"salut, grand-mère, c'est bon d'être de retour."

(hi, grandma it's nice to be back.)

"et qui est-ce?" she pointed at you

(and who's this?)

"c'est y/n, mon autre significatif"

(this is y/n, my significant other)

"ravi de vous rencontrer enfin, o/n. maintenant, puis-je prendre vos deux commandes ?"

(nice to finally meet you, y/n. now, can i take both of your orders?)

"nous aurons tous les deux un crossiant et un latte, merci grand-mère"

(we'll both have a crossiant and latte, thank you grandma)

"d'accord" she nodded and went into the back.

when you bit into the croissant, the flavors just burst into your tongue; such a simple item, yet it offers so much flavor.

"good, no?" kylian asked, looking you, while he drinks his latte.

"amazing" you said finishing the last piece of your croissant.

☆

you both decided to go home after the cafe. crazy, that'd you be sharing a home with paris's golden boy.

you and kylian and enjoy the rest of your night with just each other's company.

#06605 #football imagine #football imagines #kylian x you #kylian mbappe #kylian x reader #mbappe x reader #mbappe imagine #kylian imagines

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. .     .  ↓       navigations!  ✮

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jude bellingham . . ✰

spider-man!jude pt.1 (jude lays his eyes on a beautiful girl, afraid to show his actual identity he approaches her as spider-man).

spider-man!jude pt.2 (jude takes y/n on a date).

(stopping spider-man!jude for awhile, sorry.)

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trent alexander-arnold . . ✰

NOISE (the reader wanted a late night snack..let's just say things get noisy).

☆ new-do?   (reader sees trent’s new-do since he left for paris).

cant sleep, buying groceries , bathing with the pups

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kylian mbappé . . ✰

ce soir c’est beau (a late night stroll with your favorite parisian, kylian).

the way you move your hips (reader being a belly dancer for kylian, and does a dance for him).

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. ★ ; I don’t write smut, I don’t have the correct mindset for it.

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✮ .. requests; closed (people i write for are in the tags, feel free to request those who aren’t, i post occasionally) 

|@06605 will be updated

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NOISE

trent alexander-arnold x reader

summary: the reader wanted a late night snack..let's just say things get noisy.

pairings: trent alexander-arnold, reader

genre: fluff

a/n: someone tell me how to get 3 pictures aligned together on tumblr, mobile (comment or msg me) hopefully this makes up for me not posting for a week. this was requested by xevr, have a nice hiatus. <3 (feel free to request)

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You checked the time, it was 1:35 am.

You ran your fingers down your face, awakening up to reality, because you were so immersed in this book that you lost track of time and maybe disrupted your sleep schedule.

You turned around to see your partner, Trent, how calm he appeared, white disheveled sheets starting at his lower abdomen, dreadlocs tangled up against the pillow. Soft breathing coming from him, back muscles slightly tensed. He was quite the sight.

You put your book down on the nightstand and decided to fetch a snack before returning to it.

You got up cautiously, keeping an eye on the others' motions so as not to wake him up.

When you got out of bed, you kept your eyes on him as if you were approaching something hazardous and wanted to tread softly, and didn't pay attention so you stubbed your toe on the corner of the bedstead. (ouch. relatable.)

SHIT,  you said internally; biting inside your mouth to refrain you from making any noise. Making a sour expression.

Trent grumbled quietly and turned to the left side; you paused for a moment before exhaling slightly when you heard him snoring again.

Limping, you headed to the kitchen of your shared flat.

"Dark as hell," you said to yourself. Luckily for you, the moonlight projecting through the balcony window saved you.

You observe Prince and Koba resting in their cages, which is excellent; another obstacle to avoid if you want to wake up Trent. The dogs are notoriously loud.

You stood your ground for a minute, thinking about a plan of how to get a successfully.

After some thought, you tiptoed over to the, your gaze shifting to the dogs. You stubbed your toe on your way to the kitchen.

CHRISSTTT, you thought internally once again. You quietly fell to the ground touching the toe that was stubbed twice.

You stayed on the floor for awhile gathering your thoughts, why do I do dumb shit, the hell is wrong with me, AAAAAAA— you stopped thinking and got up you limping got worse and it hurt to tip toe again.

Why the hell is it so quiet at night, you kept yourself steady on the kitchen island counter, and inhaled and exhaled 3 times and returned to finding a late night snack.

It was dark, like pitch dark, no moonlight no nothing. You relied on your hands to guide you the way.

You sighed again, recovering your calm. You took a step and saw that it was safe to take another, so you did. You walked 3 steps to the main counter, where you brought your hands and move them side to side.

OOPS—

You dropped something, trying to wonder what it was it that echoed, sounded like a platistic cup, why this shit still going, you thought to yourself and you bent down trying to track the cup.

You grabbed it and placed it on the counter. You sighed, you didn't recall that getting a late night snack would be this difficult.

You raised your hand, looking for the cabinets; you located one and opened it. You just felt plates inside it. You carefully close the cabinet again.

You made your way slowly to the island counter, moving your hands trying to find something, literally something edible at least.

Your hands made contact with a glass bowl, you brought it closer to you and felt was inside, it felt like fruits.

JACKPOT

You took a bite of the fruit, and dropped your head.

You swore that you were just gonna burst put in tears and laughter because of your stupidity.

It was fake; it was a fake fruit.

You removed your teeth from the decor, and dropped it on the floor.

You felt around the counter again trying to see if you could find anything again. You felt a bag, you grabbed it and inspected it. It was a chip bag.

THANK GOD, You opened your chips, they were loud. Feeling relieved, you ate one and crunched on them, feeling satisfied. You sat on the floor enjoying your chips happily.

You heard faint steps, becoming louder.

Click—

The kitchen lights opened, blinded by them you rubbed your eyes getting used to the lighting.

Busted , you thought.

"...babe?"

You grimaced, "..down here Trent"

Trent appeared from where he was standing; you could see him clearly; he was very adorable, wrapped in a blanket; like a burrito."

"Fucking freezing in here" He said, scouse accent thickening.

"Why are you on the floor...eating chips...at nearly 3 in the mornin'.."

You shrugged, "Late night snack?"

"Is that the reason why I heard noises coming from here?"

"Yes. stubbed my toe 2 times, 'ought to feel pity for me." You said reaching down to massage your big toe.

Trent laughed, you rolled your eyes.

He sat besides you, you two didn't say anything for awhile.

"I was trying to stay quiet to not disturb you from your sleep.." you admitted under your breath.

Trent kissed near the corner of your lips. "Thank you" he muttered in your ear, his breath hot near your ear.

"Now then, let's head to bed." He got up, giving you a hand to remove you off the floor.

extra

You opened to door to and made your way to the kitchen, and you saw Trent in his usual fitting white underarmour shirt, and grey sweatpants.

He's on his phone doing god knows what, and you've just bought new groceries.

After placing them on the counter, Trent put his attention onto you.

"What'd you buy?"

"Fruit."

"..fruit?"

You grabbed the platter of fake fruits and dumped them out. Muttering to yourself, "who the hell just buys fake fruit."

"It's for decor, babe. Trent stated

"Y'know last night I bit into one of these thinking it was an actual fruit."

Trent bursted out in laughter, you rolled your eyes and began replacing the fruit.

#06605 #football imagine #football imagines #trent alexander arnold #liverpool #trent alexander arnold x reader #I actually stubbed my toe TWICE last night. #football #laugh #I'm funny I know

[06605]

Ok but what about spiderman!Jude swinging y/n around the town for a date like MJ and Peter P in Far From Home 🥺 ??? Btw ur so amazing 💞

spiderman!jude x fem!reader

pairings: jude bellingham , reader

genre: fluff

summary: jude takes y/n on a date

a/n: Thank you for the likes I recieved on my first post, here's a "pt.2" that was requested by a lovely anon. This was short since I'm busy due to exams so enjoy! <3 Thank you once again, I really appreciate it 🙏🏿 &lt;3 | "pt.1" here

- ☆ D a t e N i g h t ☆ -

Ever since you and Jude met you've both have been increasing together; mainly a couple in general.

He would pay you frequent visits in school or out of, which you always appreciated because he was always available to you. Being a superhero and attempting to be an always-there-for-you-boyfriend require difficult responsibilities. But, at any time of day, he had time for you; he wanted you to be content.

You blinked. Realizing that you had been daydreaming for the past minutes.

You felt a weight on your shoulder and heard some gentle snoring, it was Jude.

You decide to leave him alone, since he's probably had a exhausting day.

You looked at the clock, and it was past twelve.

Your mother would murder you if she found you awake, but she isn't here. Fortunately for you, she is out of town for the month.

You close your laptop softly, without causing a commotion that would wake the other.

You moved his head with your hand to reposition his head into the cushion; his breath hitched, evidently stopping you.

You moved your laptop to your desk and officially called it a night. . . It was night, you heard a faint knock at your window.

You smiled as you saw who it was, Jude. You let him in.

He quickly pulled you into his embrace, "Jude, I can't breathe.."

"Sorry" He let go but still had a hold on your waist.

"I. . .I want to take you out. On a date. A proper date, yeah? . . Would you be willing to go?" He stated apprehensivsly "Of course."

Your comment made his eyes gleam with delight. He let go of your hand and took a step backwards to the open window, motioning two fingers together telling you to 'come here'.

You did so. "Remember, you're going outside, and I don't want you to catch a cold." He shooted a web towards an adjacent hoodie and launched it back to him.

"Put this on."

As you did, he brought his arm over your waist, bringing you close to him.

What you liked about Jude was that he was always concerned about your health, wanting to keep you from contracting any illness or condition that might alienate you from him.

He plunged backwards with you in the air, your heart palpitating and you screaming in terror as you look down and find you're almost on the ground. You gripped him as tightly as you could, unable to let go because you trusted him.

Just when you thought you were going to crash, you felt yourself ascending and him landing on some sort of concrete.

"Hey, you're fine." I've got you." He stated serenely as he rubbed your shoulder.

You opened your eyes after keeping them closed for a while and took in the scenery. It was amazing; you could see the city in grandeur, with fluorescent lights all around.

"Beautiful, isn't it... just. .like. .you. ." He said pulling out a rose from nowhere.

"A little cliché isn't it?" You teased.

"Well, I didn't know what typed of flower you liked so I just chose the most common flower."

"Thank you. For being considerate. My favorite flower is [flower]."

"Okay, the [flower]. Noted."

"Hold tight onto me again, I want to take us somewhere."

You gripped his waist and locked your fingers together tightly; after a split second, you both plummeted down the building, this time modestly at ease because that you knew you were in secure hands.

You open your eyes to see him gazing at you, the streetlight emphasizing all of his features. This man was just too stunning.

You both were now on the ground, safe.

"That was an adrenaline rush."

"Glad you liked it, follow me." He murmured, coiling his fingers around yours.

You weren't sure where was this date headed but you both stopped at a park, it was beautiful.

You both came to a halt as you noticed a blanket on the ground. You swear your heart melted as you saw it. There were lit candles on the blanket, rose petals strewn on the ground, and a takeout bag.

"Ain't have that much time but I just wanted to do something memorable." He said shrugging trying to avoiding your gaze.

"This is very memorable, Thank you Jude. I love this."

You went up to give him a kiss, and hugged him after.

"Shall we?" You gave him a wink and dragged him over so you both were on the blanket.

. .

"Thank you once more for doing this; I appreciate you and your time, Jude." You fiddled with his hair while his head was on your lap.

"Always," he retorted as he leaned back into your embrace.

The moonlight shining across the lake was a lovely sight. The color, the incandescents of the streetlights permitting you to be aware of your surroundings, the proximity of you two, cool gusts of wind striking your face feeling like a splash of water, tree rustling creating their own music, and you with your Jude enjoying his company and you enjoying his.

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #foot ball #football imagine #football imagines #jude bellingham x you #thank you #06605

[06605]

spider-man jude x fem!reader

summary: school au, superheros au, jude lays his eyes on a beautiful girl, afraid to show his actual identity he approaches her as spider-man.

genre: fluff, and that's it.

word count: 3.1k

a/n : not beta read, sorry & lots of time skips it might not make sense but it's alright wit' me. saw this pin on pintrest of jude inna spider-man suit, so my cranium just popped up with this idea. first piece on tumblr, hopefully you'll enjoy it. xevr, i show my love to you. <3

— ☆ s p i d e r - m a n ☆ —

You wake up because your alarm went off, and you groan, reaching out your arm to find the clock without looking at it. You miss it several times, so you simply locate the wire that is connected to it and unplug it.

You try to sleep again but fail. So you just gave up and decided to deal with this hellhole of a world. Pissy, you'd say, but you're just annoyed that you had to change schools due to your mother finding a new job that would help her financially. But you ignored it and decided to suck it up, because it made your mom happy. You loved seeing her happy, it made you happy.

You dragged yourself out of bed getting ready for your first day. Getting out the shower, you headed for the sink to brush your teeth.

Your school had a strict dress-code, no innapropiate skin showing, must wear school uniform, belts should be tan, black, or white, must wear white, or black shoes, shirt MUST be tucked in if you are not wearing the school's jacket, and no wearing sunglasses indoors...et cetera, et cetera.

The school already started to overwhelm you before you even entered it.

You prepared yourself; girls could choose between skirts and pants; you chose the skirt to make a good impression.

You examined yourself in the mirror, smoothing out the creases. You grabbed a nearby brush and brushed and styled your hair. You walked out of your room with the pungent smell of lemongrass hitting your nose.

It was nostalgia slapping you in the face, so you inhaled it once more for the sentimentality and made your way to the kitchen.

Your mother was on the phone with a colleague when she handed you your lunchbox and a zip lock bag containing a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for breakfast.

You signaled her by with a wave, and headed for the door.

*

Walking towards the school, you stopped. Taking in your surroundings, it seemed as an average school, you shrugged and made your way to the double doors.

Inside, you instantly see lockers, and students surrounding the district. In the corner of your eye you see a lady, hair let loosed below to her shoulders, wearing a woman suit, jacket with the school's symbol encrusted on it.

She introduced herself as Mrs.Deborah. You shook hands with her, she gave you two sticky notes, one advising you of your locker details and the other of your first class.

"Ask for your first teacher, Mr.Scott for your schedule for the day. Tell him I told you to ask. The schedule is permanent for the rest of school year, I look forward into seeing you again, L/N."

She disappeared in the herd of students near the lockers.

"Locker 029?" You walked forward and looked for your number, frantically looking back and forth at the sticky note Mrs.Deborah gave you

You found your locker and entered its code, mind you you weren't aware of the schedule yet. So you kept it empty for the time being.

You closed the locker door just to be taken aghast by a girl, waving hello to you.

"Hi!"

"Hi?"

"Sorry if I scared you, I'm Valerie  but but you can just call me Val"

"You're good I'm Y/N L/N" you seemed fond of her, maybe this school isn't going to be hellish as you anticipated.

She peaked behind you, taking a glimpse of the sticky note, "You have the same class as me!" she smiled widely, "Nice to know! Maybe you can help me?" You inquired.

"Sure! Let's go!" She got ahold of your arm and dragged you down the hall.

*

She made a rhythmical knock on the door.

A male, about 182cm, neat trimmed hair, tan skin and vivid hazel eyes, He introduced himself as Mr.Scott.

"I almost marked you late, Valerie."

Valerie cringed, "Sorry" she said sheepishly.

"This my friend, Y/N! She's new."

"I can tell, hello Y/N honor to meet you, hopefully Valerie isn't giving you a hard time."

"She's been real helpful."

"Good to know, come in so I can introduce you to the classroom."

So they did, "Class, this is Y/N. She's new so I'd expect  you all to treat her with respect, as others have treated you with before, your seat is right by Valerie, Y/N."

You took your seat and Mr.Scott resumed with his assignment.

*

Valerie, your newest "companion," more of a friend, and you were in the lunch hall.

You both took your seats and sat at a table with no one else.

"So how are your first few hours here?"

"I need to venture out more. Learn more about our peers or something. I'm not sure." you shrugged, pi king up one of your strawberries with a fork leisurely.

"I'll help you, here. Do you see that girl over there, brunette, green eyes, fair-skinned?"

"Yea, what about her?"

"Well she's the most popular girl around here. Mainly popular for her looks."

You rolled your eyes and returned to your cup of scattered fruits.

"She sounds like the girl in the story who bullies people" you stated apathetically.

"What about that dude over there? With the short hair." saying with a mouth full of strawberries.

"That's a dunce."

"Oh"

"Yea, a dunce as I say."

"Oh okay."

"He's actually my brother, who's annoying as fuck. His name is Jor'den."

"Y'know I see the resemblance, you sure you two aren't twins?"

"Say another word again and I'll shove my cup down your throat— BUT anyway, I'll act like you didn't say that. Back go introducing."

"That's the one. Jude Bellingham is our football team's golden boy. He is quite popular, thanks in part to his good looks and in part to his incredible intelligence." (lies)

You cast a glance at the male, who looked to be your age, and who definitely took his appearance seriously, as he appeared fresh, hygienic, and tidy.

He met your gaze, you squinted your eyes he seemed enigmatic even though Valerie just told you several thing about him, he severed his gaze from yours and went onto talking with his friends.

You shrugged him off, and went back paying attention to Valerie who's rambling about how to school needs to add more clubs to make it more interesting.

The school bell rang, you and Valerie headed for class.

*

After school you and Valerie decided to go out for coffee, try and get to know each other more since you just met her today.

"Trust me, this coffee place is heavenly."

"Alright, I'll take your word for it" you gave her a smile as you both walked into the shop.

The smells of spices, coffee beans, ginger and cinnamon instantly hit your nose, it was heavenly.

You both sat down, facing each other, ordering from the menu.

"I'll take a regular macchiato, and she'll have the same."

You arched your brows confusion, but just dealt with it.

Minutes later you both received your coffees, you took a sip and it just warm, sweet inviting flavor bursting in your mouth, making you crave more.

You exhaled, feeling satisfied; reeling into the amenity of the coffee shop, insinuating that you should come here more often.

"Good, right?" Valerie inquired, making you once open your eyes again.

"Definitely coming back."

Valerie beamed, "My mom—"

there was a pause.

Glass shattering from the windows, You couldn't move, you aghast as someone rolled off your table onto the ground, wincing in pain and gripping a gun.

Valerie screamed in horror, as a unidentified person wearing a mask, a superhero you'd depict them as swinged into the shops now broken window to straddle the robber down.

The superhero, his attire was..weird.. it had designs of webs all around it, black and and red color and white lenses, in the middle a red arachnid.

He placed the man in cuffs, and apologised for the interruption and that the police will handle it.

The superhero looked at your table, specifically at you; lenses closing slightly, like he was scrutinizing you, he his head to the right slightly, went back to focusing on the robber

He lifted the man and dragged him outside, to the  bunch of cops surrounding the area.

red, white, and blue. red, white, and, blue.

You haven't moved an inch since, Valerie brought you back to your senses.

"W—what the hell just happened?"

"Are you hurt?" She said, your gaze was still focused on the broken window near you both.

You felt hands grip your shoulder, which made. You flinch.

"S–sorry," you said shaking your head.

"I haven't experienced anything like that before."

"It's fine, you're okay, we're okay." She said exclaimed.

"C'mon let's get you home, shall we?" She put on a slight smile trying to make you feel comfortable.

*

"I'm okay, ok?"

"Okay"

"Goodnight, Val"

"Goodnight, Y/N." you closed the door after her.

"Shit" you ran a hand through your face.

You went upstairs, informing your mom of what occurred not to long ago.

You plopped into bed, facing the ceiling, reminiscing of what happened. It wasn't something that you were used to.

did a string come out his hands or was I imagining? You wondered.

This is too much, I need to sleep. You went to the restroom and got changed for tonight.

. .

You woke up in the middle of of night, around 2-3 in the morning. You saw a silhouette by the window. Your eyes were blurry, you just woke up from sleeping, you opened your nearby lamp.

You blinked once again to see if you were just hallucinating but it was still there. As he rubbed your eyes you could see him better, the superhero.

It was him.

He was in a criss-cross postion, staring dead straight at you, it was creepy. You didn't like it at all. You turned off your lamp and flipped to your side burrowing into the sheets, trying to shake of the piercing eyes that were set on you, you hoped it was your last altercation with him.

*

A few months later, you were fully settled in the school. You had a test coming up, and it was major you needed to pass this.

You took your studies seriously, pulling out books, taking notes, and listening to music.

It was peaceful; you frequently multi-tasked, but this encouraged you the most; determined to finish this quiz and pass it, you devoted your after-school hours solely to studying.

You were zoned out of everything around you during lunch, and when you regained consciousness, you saw Jor'den and Valerie arguing about who is the favorite and who is the better sibling.

You smiled, you didn't mind this. It was nice.

. .

It was 4 in the afternoon, sky grey skies, rain drops dribbling against the window, increasing by the minute.

You were a sucker for this, for silence, time for yourself.

With your earphones in, you jotted down notes while frantically flipping through your text book; at first, you heard a faint knock. But when it turned into bangs, you sprang up and tried to figure out what was going on and where it was.

You heard another knock, faint. You set your headphones down and went to the window.

There he was.

In the rain, waiting for some sort of invitation to be let it. So you did, you let him in. How daft of you.

You took some steps backwards so you both were  a few feet away. He entered in and closed the window behind him.

There was an awkward silence between you two.

.

.

.

"Thank you.."

"Thank you for saving me."

"It's what I'm supposed to do isn't?"

He squirmed, "You don't have any spare blankets by any chance?"

"Oh, yea I do. In the closet."

"Thanks" He walked past you going to the closet.

He came out looking comfortable, not so tense up anymore.

"Mind if I stay here for awhile?" He said, sitting on the windowsill seat

"Uh, sure."

"Thanks."

You sat back down, went back to studying and put back on your headphones.

As time passed, in the corner of your eye you could see the spider man with his lenses closed sleeping comfortably with the thick duvet around him.

I invited a random dude in here, crap I'm dead.

You felt sleep creep up behind, and just let it in.

* Next morning, you wake up the spider man is nowhere to be seen, you got up and went to the bathroom, seeing there was a sticky note pressed on your cheek.

'Thank you, for letting me stay. I guess we're both even." –spider-man

You huffed, and continued with the rest of your day.

. .

You met up with Valerie again, at the park.

"I need to tell you something."

"Yea, sure."

"Remember about the incident at the coffee shop?"

"Mhm"

"Remember that spider superhero?"

"Yes, where's all this going?"

"Well, he knocked on my window last night asking if he could stay there for awhile, and I said sure. I don't know why the hell I would say that yet I did."

"Best award for making terrible decisions goes to you!"

You rolled your eyes, "Y'know it wasn't that bad, he wasn't bothering me and just left me alone. But I woke up to a thank you note on my cheek."

"Atleast you enjoyed your night, I was awake due to music blasting through doors"

"Lemme guess.."

"Jor'den" you both said simultaneously, you laughed.

.

.

You took your test and received a 98%; you were elated and told your mother she was proud of you. It was a blissful feeling to feel triumph wash over you.

Later that night you heard a knock once again at your window, you knew who was at your window.

You opened your window and headed towards your bed resuming your series, he entered in and closed the window behind him.

He cautiously walked over to the right side of your bed, not wanting to scare you off.

You felt the side of the bed dip down, in your peripheral vision, you saw a common visitor.

You remained calm, knowing that he had no intention of harming you. So you both watched the series in a lull.

You were completely immersed in the episode until you heard a murmur next to you.

You paused the video, and turn your head around trying to hear what he was saying better.

"I said why do you always do that?"

"Do what?" you inquired

"Let me in."

"Why not. I know not your not going to do anything to me." you stated nonchalantly.

"I–" he huffed in exasperation looked the other way.

You assumed he wasn't going to say anything again so you resumed the episode.

Several minutes passed by, and he paused your video and closed your laptop.

"Let's know each other a bit, okay?"

"Uh, sure" you shrugged

"You first"

"Alright, name is Y/N, 19 years, uh.. favorite color: [color]. Does that suffice for you?"

"Yea, it's an effort."

"Okay. I'm Ju—Spider-man, 19 aswell, favorite color obviously red and black."

"Nice, officially meet you spider-man."

"Nice to meet you too, Y/N." "So do you just go around and save people all day or..?"

"Well that is what a superhero does innit?"

You rolled your eyes,

"You can resume right now, your thingy." He made a circling motion with his index finger pointed at the laptop.

"Okay"

. .

You were both laughing because of a scene in the series, and the other beside you stiffened, tense.

"You okay?"

He got off the bed and hid in a corner, your mom walked in without knocking.

"Why are you up at 2 in the  morning, watching whatever you're watching over there?"

"Uh, sorry I'll close it." You looked to your side and he was nowhere to be seen.

"Thank you. Goodnight my love."

"Night, Mom"

"Hey, you still here?"

silence

You exhaled, and resumed with your episode.

"Hey" someone said besides you

You would have screamed if he hadn't placed his hand on top of your mouth. He made himself known.  He took his hand away.

"You're invisible??"

"Invisibility is one of my quirks, yes."

"You are...something."

"Thank you"

*

His visits became more frequent and longer over time. You both developed to each other's liking.

One night he invited himself in, you weren't aware since you were focused on an assignment that was due the next day. He wandered up the ceiling and lowered himself with his web, so that he was now facing you upside-down.

"Hello to you too." He said, which startled you.

"Jesus, man. You can't pop up like that."

"Not sorry, still waiting for my hello though."

"Hello" you greeted and went back to your assignment.

He lifted himself so he'd be on the ceiling once again.

"Don't you have anything better to do?"

"No"

"No meaning, there's no issue out there."

"Okay, well go occupy yourself with something then."

"Gladly."

He jumped down from the ceiling and removed the earphones from your ears, and grabbed your wrists. Dragging you away from your work.

"C'monnn" you whined trying to pry away from his grip.

"I said occupy yourself with something not someone."

He let go of your wrists, "C'mon dance with me!"

"What music is there?"

"We don't need music to dance, let's just be happy." He began swinging his hips back and forth, humming lyrics to a song, and his feet followed suit.

You smiled, he grabbed you into his embrace and started dancing with you.

You inhaled his scent; he smelled superb. The smell was inexplicable; it effectively invited you to linger in this position for as long as possible.

He twirled you around and brought you into his embrace again.

You both came to a halt for a brief moment, you straightened up, and removed his mask slightly, revealing only his mouth.

Just inches away.

You made the first move, and he graciously reciprocated by deepening the kiss, poking his tongue at your lips, and you permitting him into your mouth, pure escasty; you pulled down his mask, revealing his true identity, Jude Bellingham.

He severed the kiss, looking at you smiling in all his beauty, he is truly attractive. 

"Hey"

"You're a sly bastard." you teased.

He went down on you again, craving more of you.

His hands quickly found your thighs and lifted you up against the wall. You moved your hand onto his curls and one grippe his shoulder as his mouth attacked the nook of your neck.

He stopped and placed his forehead with yours,

"Will you be with me? "

Appalled by the question you reiceved you took some seconds contemplating it.

"yes."

He smiled once again and kissed you, slowly, you both enjoying this moment.

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