#trent alexander-arnold one shot

[avenirdelight]

Messages From Her Ex

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Trent has her phone with him when some messages from her ex pop up on the screen.

Everything was going well. Trent was listening to a song with a headphone on as Jordan talked to the camera, giving answers to some questions about him—they were trying to figure out which one of them knew each other better. They were shooting YouTube content before the training session today, and honestly, Trent had been having fun so far.

But the fun immediately ended for Trent, when he saw a notification pop up on the phone.

The phone belonged to her. Her. A staff from the media team, whom Trent had had a crush on for so long, whom he had been going on dates with for a while. He knew the phone was hers, not only because she was the one who gave it to him, but also because he was familiar with the yellow phone case with her initials printed on the back.

More importantly, he knew her ex-boyfriend’s name. He got real alarmed when the name showed on the screen with a couple of messages that said:

Please just think about it

I meant everything I said. I’m still in love with you

Trent’s stomach did the uneasiest dip. He lost his focus in an instant, it went chaotic inside his head. He wasn’t supposed to read those—he only meant to use the phone to change the song—but he did and he read them thrice to make sure that he saw it right. Trent looked so dazed and upset for the rest of the shoot, at some point Jordan needed to ask if he was okay. He made up an excuse, saying he might have eaten something wrong at lunch.

With a worried look painted all over her face, she asked the same question after the shoot had ended. He must’ve been acting really strange and God knows how the video would turn out but he couldn’t care less. There was a more important matter that he was already dying to get out of his chest. But he still had a microphone on him so he gave her the same answer. He excused himself and quickly left the room.

—

Obviously, he didn’t do well at training. He had hoped that focusing on training would make him forget about those messages but he was wrong. He kept making mistakes, his teammates yelled at him a lot but he didn’t even have the will to defend himself.

Training was done for the day. After taking a brisk shower and doing some more contemplating, Trent decided to look for her. 

He was just walking around trying to look casual, and luckily he caught her walking to the first team’s restaurant, so he followed suit. She stopped at the fruit bar and was getting herself a bowl of fruit salad. Trent didn’t even bother to announce his presence and copied what she was doing.

“You okay?” If earlier she was worried when she asked him the question, this time she asked with a flat and dull tone.

“Yeah.” He simply shrugged.

She took a few seconds to stare at him before she slightly shook her head. “I don’t think you’re okay.”

“Why do you think so?” Trent stared back.

She let out a sigh. “Because you read the texts on my phone. The ones from my ex,” she muttered before leaving him to search for a table. Trent felt his heart slowly sinking.

She chose a table in the corner of the room to give herself—and Trent—a little bit of privacy. Everyone knew they were friends so it wouldn’t be odd for anyone to see them sitting together. There was barely anyone in the restaurant too since it was out of meal time, so even if the conversation they were about to have got a bit tense somehow, it would be safe from anyone’s ears.

“I didn’t mean to read them,” Trent said. “I was looking at the screen and they just popped out.”

She was silently munching on her salad. She looked sour, but Trent couldn’t quite figure whether it’s more of sadness, anger, or something else.

“Is he reaching out to you again?” Trent asked. “Has he been bothering you? What is he asking you?”

“He’s just… Been messaging me. Saying sorry and that he… Regrets everything. He’s just saying everything he’d said before,” she answered hesitantly.

“And that he’s still in love with you?” He remembered the exact line that still made his blood boil every time he thought about it. He actually felt sick. “Is he trying to get you back? After everything he’s done to you?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t really been responding to him.” She shrugged. “I have work to do, I don’t really have time to think about it.”

“Well, that’s good, maybe– Maybe you shouldn’t. If– If you feel bothered maybe you should just block him or something, don’t give him access to you.”

She shifted in her chair uncomfortably. She didn’t answer, taking a sip of her glass of water instead. “Trent, I understand your concern. I really do. But I can handle this, okay?” She said, staring at him. “I’m sorry, but I would really appreciate it if you let me handle this myself.”

Trent instantly fell silent, clenching his jaw shut. It sounded like she was trying to put him in his place; he certainly felt so. He dropped his gaze as he felt a pang of guilt about the way he was acting. Maybe he’d actually crossed the line.

His reactions and actions weren’t without any reasons. They hadn’t only been going to casual dates—they’d actually talked about going for a more serious relationship. Work had to come first at the moment for both of them but they were slowly and surely going there. There was some sort of commitment between them, hence all his concerns and worries surfacing when her ex-boyfriend came back to the picture.

But whether Trent liked it or not, her ex-boyfriend was none of his business. He had no right to meddle with it.

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” Trent mumbled. “I was– I was just worried about you. I don’t want you to– I’m hoping that you won’t give him a chance to hurt you again.” He nervously fumbled out the words before meeting her gaze again. “He hurt you, he’d taken so much from you.”

“And I’m the last person who’s gonna forget about that.” She gave him a sheepish smile. “I need you to trust me a bit more, Trent.”

“Okay.” Trent nodded. “Yeah. Right. I just want you to know that I’m here, so… I’m right here for you. Please don’t let him in again.”

She was silent for a moment. But then she made a bold move to quickly reach out for Trent’s hand across the table and give it a squeeze, making Trent’s heart jump. “I’ve made my choice. And I know it’s gonna be the best not just for me, but for both of us,” she said as she gazed fondly at him. Trent was her choice.

Trent felt like he should’ve known better. He’d been friends with her for years and she was someone he’d always trusted. Surely, after the past couple of months of knowing her more and growing a special relationship with her, he shouldn’t have thought that she would suddenly change her mind about them, not to mention how she’d stated that she’d closed the chapter of her life that involved her ex.

“Of course. Yeah. I’m so sorry,” Trent said, still holding her hand. He would’ve loved to hold her hand longer but someone was coming so she needed to let it go. “But you get me, yeah, why I’m kinda mad? Not at you, obviously. It’s just– The audacity of that man to reach out to you again?” Trent was getting on it again, but she shot him a warning look. “Okay, okay. Sorry, I’ll stop. But if he bothered you too much and you feel like you need me, I’m always here.”

“Yeah, I know.” She smiled, but then suddenly, it turned to a small chuckle. “This whole situation is really confusing but I’m not gonna lie, I like seeing you being protective. I’m pretty convinced that you hate him more than I do.”

“Told you I’d beat him up if I ever saw his face.”

“Okay, calm down now.”

Trent couldn’t help but to chuckle too. He picked up the fork and started eating the fruits that he wasn’t really supposed to have—his nutritionist had instructed him to cut out snacking. They fell into a comfortable silence as they just looked at each other.

—

Trent decided to hang around the training ground for a little bit, getting questioned by some of the staff and the last ones of his teammates on why he was still there. He made up an excuse, saying that he would need to pick his mum up in a bit and he had nothing to do until then. But Hendo gave Trent a secret knowing look, because the captain understood that he was actually just waiting for her to get off from work; Hendo knew about the two of them. 

A minute after he noticed her walking down the main stairs and heading out, Trent bid his goodbyes to the staff he was talking to, and also headed out to the parking lot. He put his hoodie on and it wasn’t because the sky was gloomy and it looked like it was going to rain. Trent walked into his car, hanging his head low, and he could see that she was getting on hers which was parked just right behind his.

But Trent didn’t stop at his car. He walked past it, walked over the curb, and knocked twice on her passenger’s seat window. He opened the door and he slid himself in.

“What are you doing?!” She asked, a mixture of shock and puzzled look was painted all over her face.

Trent answered by grabbing the side of her face and leaning in to connect their lips. He instantly felt electricity rushing on his veins, his heart pounding hard on his chest—it felt absolutely thrilling but also relieving in some ways. He kissed her sweetly, but a little bit desperate, with his thumb gently stroking her cheek. He stopped for a second before giving her the last peck and trailed a few kisses on her cheeks and jaw. He then quickly pulled himself back.

She was definitely too stunned to speak. Her eyes were wide, but Trent knew that it wasn’t because she was mad—it was because she was absolutely flustered. 

“Sorry. Needed that. Really needed that.”

“Oh my God, Trent! What if someone saw that??”

“What if someone saw you holding my hand back there?” He casually said as his hand reached for the door handle. He opened it and swiftly got out. She rolled down the window once the door was shut again.

She put a palm against her forehead. “You’re just… Insane.” She shook her head in disbelief.

“Told you I needed that,” Trent said in a more serious tone. He meant it. And he hoped she understood why he needed that. The thing with her ex had stressed him out pretty bad today and he was just aching for some intimacy with her.

“Okay. Now can you please go?” She urged.

“Okay, okay,” he chortled. “See you tomorrow?”

“Well, I’ll get here before you do just like any other day.”

Trent gave her a playful smile, took a good look at her still flushed face, before he walked away. He tapped the roof of her car, saying, “I’ll call you tonight.” He didn’t hear an answer but he would do it anyway and he knew she’d pick up.

She drove away as he got into his car and started it. Trent gripped his hands tight on the steering wheel and it was when he finally realised how hard his heart was beating. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head slightly as he turned on the radio. 

Maybe Trent shouldn’t have to worry about her ex. Trent was the one treating her right and they were pretty much together. Everything had been going in the right way and it would only be going that way as long as they trusted each other—that was what this relationship had been built on after all. She’d chosen him and Trent would hold on to that. He would just shake off what had happened today, and maybe think about something more important, like how he’d ask her to make their relationship official one day.

—

inspired by this video where hendo reads some messages on the staff’s phone about their pregnant missus and interrupts the filming😆 i was rewatching it then got inspired! hope you enjoyed it<3 likes, reblogs, and comments are always much appreciated! thank you!

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[footballffbarbiex]

Trent Month. 1.

player: trent alexander arnold words: 1088 request: Trent alexander arnold - 500+ - she / her - "but i'm your trent."

where she feels like she needs to always share him with the rest of the world and she's scared that someday he finds something/someone more interesting and leaves her. maybe they talk over dinner at her favourite burger place. he brings her there because he could sense that something is off about her and tries to get her to open up about why she's being distant lately.

thank you, amy!<3

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Trent had noticed a shift in her moods and how she was slowly turning inside of herself. The smile that she gave wasn’t fully there, it wasn’t the smile that he’d started to fall in love with. He’d watched as she’d closed off the moment she realised that they were going to be heading out. Before, she was a little hesitant, finding a lot of Liverpool and in turn, Trent fans, a little overwhelming.

She’d seen the way people, particularly female fans, behaved around Trent. Most were star struck and excited to meet him. Barely able to get words out most of the time but able to thrust a phone in front of him for a selfie and paper or a jersey for him to sign an autograph. A small group of fans would try to take it too far but it was those fans who would stick in her mind.

She never found herself to be a jealous person but she was able to pick apart herself and unearth insecurities. She found the things she liked in these beautiful fans and tried to find the same in herself and what that didn’t happen, her thoughts would turn to a place that she didn’t like.

But those are the things that Trent didn’t know. Not properly. He may have had inclings and suspicions but as she’d never voiced them, he wasn’t prepared to put words into her mouth or make her feel as though she should be feeling that way. But he knew something wasn’t right, something was eating away at her and shrinking her personality.

She’d mentioned a day or two ago about craving a burger from a joint that had opened up with hand peeled and cut fries. They had meat and vegan options, prepped in different areas of the kitchen and in front of a screen enabling you to watch your food be made. She craved the thick milkshakes and the as close to homemade meals as they were gonna get without being home.

So when she returned home, Trent was ready and waiting to turn her around and walk her to the car before she could argue her way out of it. But sitting here now, dunking her fries in puddles of sauce and eating her way through her burger, she seemed calm.

“I love you,” he says. It’s out of nowhere and though it’s something that he’s said a handful of times before, today it’s come from nowhere. There has been no conversation for it to follow. They’d sat in silence, happy eating. A comfortable silence. One that didn’t need to be broken at this moment but Trent felt he needed to say. He wanted to say it.

Her eyes flick to his, fry halfway to her mouth as she takes in his statement.

“I love you too,” she gives him a small smile before putting down her food and looking at him. “Are you ok?”

“I wanted to ask you that.” He counters and bites into his own. His eyes never leave her face, taking in her every expression as she considers his question.

“Tired.”

“I figured that. And outside of today?” Trent replies after hurrying every chew to be able to do so.

“You clearly have something on your mind to be asking this,” she replies, picking the fry back up and eating it.

“You just…haven’t seemed yourself lately and I wanted to check that’s all.”

“I appreciate that,” she gives a sad smile before pushing her food around on the tray.

“Do you wanna talk about it or should I pretend that I haven’t said anything?”

“I know that you won’t, but part of me is worried you’ll judge me for what I want to say.” she says after a few moments, ones that seem to feel like minutes. “Promise me that we can discuss this like adults?”

“No good conversation starts like this.” Trent points out, feeling his stomach churn. He pushes away his food preemptively.

She begins to speak, but only her mouth moves. No sound comes from it and so she closes it and swallows before beginning again. “When I say it’s mostly me and a bit of you, I mean it in the best way. How I’m feeling is about me but because of being with you. Don’t speak yet please or I’ll lose my nerve,” she says quickly, cutting him off with her words, a look and holding up a single finger.

“Sometimes, I look at the fans, female fans,” she clarifies, “and I find myself…not comparing myself to them because I know they’re not me and I’m not them. I can have rational thinking.” she almost justifies what she’s about to say. “But I do have to wonder if there’ll be a moment where I won’t have to share you with the world. With those women who want you.”

“But I don’t want them.” Trent states when silence lapses between them.

“You might.”

“You could want someone who comes into your work.” Trent counters. “I know you get numbers passed to you. And you could decide it’s easier to be with someone not famous than living in secret.”

She’s about to argue that she doesn’t get numbers or want that when she realises he’s admitted a concern of his and it’s not something she ever thought Trent would worry about.

“You could easily decide you want a less hassle-filled life with a boyfriend who you don’t have to worry about being followed and photographed or going away for away games or on national break. You’d just have them here with you and not going anywhere.”

“I just worry that you’ll find someone who fits you better than I will. I won’t stop wanting you.”

“But I’m your Trent. And I won’t stop wanting you. No matter who comes to me. It’s you that I want to come home to. It’s you that I want to snuggle up to on a night in bed. And, if I’m being serious, it’s you,” he holds her eye contact, knowing that he has her attention in the palm of his hand, “whose chips I want to steal.” He does, taking advantage of her stunning silence to swipe several fries and dunk them in her sauce before greedily devouring them.

It was the perfect ice breaker for such a serious topic and brought a much needed laugh from her. It was a conversation that wasn’t finished, but enough was said to settle the nerves and calm the mind for now.

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[hamiltonells]

ALWAYS ~ JUDE BELLINGHAM

[sort of based of this request! so thank you for request. please let me know what you think! always welcome to criticism, also let me know if you would like a series based or this little family! 🍓]

[SUMMARY: being soon to be parents is hard especially being so young as well, but Jude and y/n takes everything in their stride]

[WARNINGS: fluff, smut, morning sickness? not edited, swearing spelling mistakes? ]

You’re feet shuffled across the cold kitchen flooring as you soothed your bump with one hand and held a tub of Ben and Jerry's ice cream in the other, Your seven -month bump slightly peaking out of Jude’s shirt.

“Are you still okay for tomorrow, beautiful?” Jude’s voice reaches out over the FaceTime call, as you sitback down on the sofa and put the blanket over your bump.

With Jude being in Madrid, it was decided that you would have dinner at his parents' house in England. Due to your frequent travels between England and Madrid, you rarely have the opportunity to spend time with his family, especially with his mother being in the middle.

you placed the laptop on your lap during the ongoing FaceTime call with Jude, “Yeah all good jude, what time is your flight back” your voice grew tired with every sentence you speak.

“flight is about four in the morning will get back home at seven”Jude's voice making you grow even more tired and relaxed.

You knew it was difficult for Jude to balance being at the top of the football world and being a father at just twenty years of age, but he never complained about it once

It was unexpected for you to become pregnant, and it came as a surprise since you are only nineteen and Jude is twenty years old, but you both took it as your little blessing.

"Is my little one okay? It seems like she's wearing Mommy out" Jude's voice echoes through the FaceTime call, "we're okay, just tired and the usual sickness," your voice tiredly drawls out.

Since discovering you were pregnant, you have been experiencing severe nausea, even if it was morning or night It felt like a constant battle to keep any food down, and the smell of certain foods would instantly trigger your gag reflex.

"Plus, we miss daddy a lot," you said "fuck,don't do that voice, it turns me on" he added with a rough accent, you tutted “better hurry up home then”

"I'll be back home shortly, my Love," he said in his gentle Birmingham accent.

you was sound asleep when you heard the keys jingle in the door, the door open and Jude's footsteps slowly and carefully plodding up the stairs.

You hear Jude carefully open the door to the bedroom where you both share. As you shuffle yourself up to sit against the headboard, you reach for the switch to switch on the lamp, and you switch it on.

"What are you doing awake?" Jude's tired voice broke the silence of the room. You turned to see him rubbing his eyes, looking disheveled and exhausted.

"I missed you, heard you trying to be quiet" you admitted "I'm sorry, I just didn't want to disturb you" he replied, a sheepish smile on his face.

"You could never disturb me. I always want to hear your voice." you said softly, Moving to swing your legs out of bed holding your pregnant belly as you trying to ignore the persistent pressure on your bladder.

You sigh, knowing you have to get out of bed to relieve yourself.

“oi what you doing, let me help” Jude’s voice fills your ears, as he rushes to be by your side, you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around you, supporting your weight.

As he presses a soft kiss to your head, Your loving Jude gently helps you out of bed and guides you to the bathroom, making sure you don't trip over your own feet.

Once you’ve emptied your bladder, you get back into bed with a kiss on the cheek from Jude.

You snuggle into the bed sheets, Jude’s bare back now facing you as he’s rambling on about something with his toothbrush in his mouth, you don’t realise your eyes have started to close until you feel the bed dip beside you.

“Sorry baby, didn't mean to wake you again” Jude whispered as he pulled the duvet over the pair of you, with your back facing Jude he slides his arms around you and on to your bump.

"I love you and we both missed you," you murmur softly in response to him, you feel him snuggle into your neck as he presses a soft kiss there.

“hey Jobe”you slightly laugh out his name as he opens the door only to be thrown into a headlock by his own brother, the pair of them shuffling into the living room as they play fight with each other.

You shut the front door and clean your feet on the doormat before untying your shoelaces and removing your shoes.

You enter the living room and see the two brothers sitting on the sofa with a sour expression and Denise giving them a look.

"Y/n, lovely seeing you again” Denise greets you warmly as she glances up and sees you standing in the doorway “you look amazing, not long left now” she hugs you as you smile and look down, “thank you Denise” you gushed as you sat in between Jude and Jobe.

“only a couple more months left, did Jude show you the scan pictures” you continued.

"Yeah, he did," she replied with a smile. "They're amazing, aren't they? I can't believe how much the baby has grown already."

"I know, it's incredible," you said, excitement evident in your voice. "I can't wait to meet him or her."

"As long as they don't look like Jude, they will be alright" Jobe joked “You’re literally like a mini Jude, Jobe” You laughed as you put your hand onto Jude’s thigh.

“It's nice to know that I can actually grow a beard at the moment" Jude mumbles to himself, but loud enough so that Jobe can hear, "you call that a beard" Jobe laughs as he’s dodging Jude's kick.

As Denise calls all of you over for dinner, Jude gets up first to assist you up, putting one hand on your back as he guides you over to the dinner table, he sits next to you his hand on your thigh.

Mark, Jude’s dad is sat across from you, making slight conversation as you start eating your food.

As you took another bite of your food, your stomach churned you felt a wave of nausea wash over you, you reach out to take a sip of your water to hopefully wash it down.

But as the night went on, the feeling only got worse, your hand went straight over your mouth mumbling your apologies as you rush through the house to get to the bathroom.

He trails behind you, apologizing to his family before heading to the bathroom to assist you, gently rubbing circles on your back as you lean over the toilet, feeling him gather your hair up in his hands.

“you okay baby?” His voice soothing you, you lean back into him breathless as the embarrassment washes over you.

”Jude, I am deeply embarrassed. Your mother and your entire family are under the impression that I became sick because of the meal she cooked.“You convey your concern by covering your face with your hands.

“she doesn’t think that, don’t be stupid they know your struggling with your pregnancy” Jude tries to calm your down by wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you both sit in the bathroom floor.

“You okay y/n?” Denise’s worried voice makes you look up, as you see her standing in the doorway “she’s okay mum, bit tired though I think” Jude answers for you as he puts a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I'll set up Jude's room for you both, and maybe it'll be best if you stay overnight, I'll bring some lemonade up to help it helped my morning sickness with Jobe" Denise smiles at you .

In a pair of shorts and an old shirt, you lay on the bed of Jude's old bedroom, covered in the familiar smell of his old clothes.

Jude is right next to you, scrolling through his phone on his lap with his hand on your inner thigh as he softly squeezes it, as he as he speaks with Jobe who is laying across the end of the bed, who is also scrolling on his phone.

"How much longer do you have left?" Jobe asks quietly as you open your eyes to his voice. "Just a little over a month, why are you excited, Uncle Jobe?" you playfully respond.

he just hums to your question, focusing back on whatever was on his phone.

The next thing you notice is Jude placing his phone on his bedside table, and then shuffles over and settles his head on your chest while his hands go straight to shirt to lift it up, his hands go to your bump to soothe it.

In your hands, you are gentle touching the ends of his hair gently twisting it and reaching to his scruffy beard gently scratching it as he hums softly to.

When he presses a soft kiss against your bump, your unborn baby gives him a small kick as they responds to his kisses

“Did you feel that?” Jude’s face snaps around to face you as he realizes what has happened “yeah, going to be like there daddy” you smile as you stroke his cheek.

“what? let me feel, move Jude” Jobe says as he rushes to your side and he places his own hand on your bump he pushes Jude's hands away as he presses his own against the bump.

“Jobe, fucking hell it's my kid.” Jude leans down for a for a kiss before getting up and making his way to the bathroom. You giggle as you see Jude's scrunched up face as he gets up and goes to the bathroom.

you’ve just gotten into bed when Jude come in with a glass of water and places it on your bedside table, “mum says goodnight” you hum to answer him while tugging him down to yourself.

"Careful," he laughs as he catches himself on his hands as he's above you, your hands go around his neck as you press a kiss to his lips.

His laughter fades into a soft sigh as he leans in for another kiss, his lips meeting yours once more before he puts his face into your neck and presses a few light kisses.

“You have a good day, baby?” He mumbles into the crook of your neck “the best thank j” you the nickname you call him slides off your tongue easily.

Jude hums“I love you so bloody much”

“I love you more” you giggle even more when be nips your neck.

He seals your lips together once more, using his knees to spread your thighs a bit further apart for him as he spreads them apart.

In the midst of your kiss, he lets out a breathy moan, courtesy of the fingers which are holding his face, interrupting your kiss with a breathy moan.

Jude utilizes the chance to break away and snag a pillow from his side of the bed, urging your hips up by tapping the fluffy thing against your side.

your lift your back up, and he settles it under your lower back and bum to prop you up. Fortunately for him, he has had extensive experience navigating the challenges of your pregnant belly.

he grips your shorts and carefully pulls them off, taking your knickers off and softly pressing a kiss to your thigh in the progress.

Settling between your thighs, Jude giggles when you wraps your legs around his hips and tugs him closer.

Jude’s body hovers over yours , love-sick smiles a breath away from meeting each other, and he drags his fingers through your folds, groaning at how slick you’ve become.

“Oh fuck” you whisper into Jude’s ear, biting back a grin as Jude grips his cock with the fingers that had previously been fondling you.

Jude smiles as their chests are pressed together, enjoying the feeling of their stomachs touching while he guides himself into your slit.

Jude hums appreciatively, eyes fluttering shut as he basks in how warm and gooey you are for him. He'd almost forgotten how it felt to have you this desperate for him and his touch.

“Need to be quiet, Jobe next door” he whispered as a moan ripped though your body.

"Oh it's so good darling," he mumbles to you, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. He made a gentle backward slip, pulling the hips back gently as he slipped forward again, his breath stuttering as he dutifully slipped forward once again.

Guiding him, you softly release a moan, lowering one hand to the lower part of his back. With a whisper that tickles his ear, you affirm, "Jude, So so good." Tickled by the sensation, he squirms slightly and responds with a small laugh.

Jude soft with his movements, cautious of the baby between yourself, "made for being wrapped me huh?" And jude thinks nothing ever been truer.

Your arms were made to hold him, youe hands were made for pulling him closer and closer, and your heart was made to completely consume his.

you reached your high before him, rolling your hips up to try and bring him to the edge, grinding down into your heat as his cock twitches and buries deep in your walls.

Jude knows you’re watching his eyes scrunch shut and his gaping mouth curl into a breathy laugh as he comes “sorry baby, too tired for another one” he breathes into your neck.

As you nod and brush the sweaty spots from his forehead to soothe him and just like that, he is already able to feel lighter. He never has to sorry with you, you’ll always be here for him.

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[deartrent]

mum's emotions — taa

summary: pent-up emotions and frustrations as a first-time mom finally surface when you find yourself in the familiar arms of trent

pairing: trent alexander-arnold x fem!reader

notes: my first ever post on here. didn't really come out the way i intended, idrk if i like it, but let me know what you guys think!!

what you felt was wrong. you knew it was wrong on so many levels. you couldn't help but feel the way you did though. seeing trent take care of your baby so naturally, as if he'd experienced being a father before, sparked something inside of you that you didn't know you were capable of feeling. you couldn't tell if it was anger, disappointment or jealousy. all you could think of was how come i carried that baby for 9 months, just to be the worst mother of all time?

trent noticed your frustrations. he could tell when he'd come home from training and you'd greet him coldly or shoot daggers when he'd steal the baby from you, the cries stopping as soon as he held her in his arms, so gently. you were never the type to verbalise your feelings and trent knew not to push you to that point either, but he also knew you were slowly reaching your limit. he wished he could stay home more often to help you out, to take some of the workload off of you, but his schedule didn't allow him to.

"look she smiled," trent turned your daughter to face you, unaware that you had been observing them for the past two minutes. their smiles resembled so much, something you had prayed for way before getting pregnant.

it took everything in you to fake a smile, masking the emptiness you felt inside. trent could sense your mind was racing, your silence speaking louder than words. his heart ached seeing you in this state, reminiscing on the bubbly version of you prior to giving birth.

"she can sense your emotions you know," trent spoke after getting no reaction from you, walking over to where you stood, with your daughter against his chest, "when mum's stressed, she will be too, i read it somewhere." you felt vulnerable as trent towered over you, trying his best to read your facial expressions. you hadn't been too verbal lately, with trent having to rely on body language. he had no clue the reason you hadn't been verbal was the inability to hold in tears whenever trent would try and have a conversation about anything baby related. instead of confiding in him, you chose to distance yourself.

you didn't know how much longer you could hold everything in though, and without a single warning, you felt your eyes well up, a burning sensation confirming that your tear-filled eyes had turned bloodshot red by now. trent was caught off guard, not knowing what to do next. this was the first time you'd shown a different emotion than anger and annoyance since the baby had arrived.

trent's first instinct was to put the baby down on the playmat, before engulfing you into an embrace you didn't realise you needed until your face sunk into trent's chest, the all too familiar scent and sense of warmth, comfort and security washing over you. you sobbed into his shirt, his large hands caressing your back as he tried soothing you.

"please talk to me babe, tell me what's on your mind," trent begged and for the first time since bringing your daughter home, you thought of trent, instead of yourself. you thought about how he must've felt, being a first time parent himself and having to deal with taking care of the baby on one hand, but on the other hand having to deal with an angry, irritated girlfriend, not knowing what exactly is going on because you simply did not communicate with him. you could only imagine how scary and lonely it must have been for him.

"i just need a break," you sobbed, barely audible but you knew if anyone would understand you, it would be trent. "i don't know what i'm doing, i don't know if i'm feeding her correctly, i don't know if i'm dressing her warm enough, all she does is cry and i have no idea what she wants. i'm just a shit mother, i wasn't made for this." you took the opportunity to dump all of your frustrations.

"stop, don't say that," trent pried you off of him to create a little distance as he held your face with both hands, wiping away your tears with his thumbs, "you're doing great, i promise. she's alive, she's healthy, that means you're doing a good job." trent tried reassuring you, your breath shaky from all the sobbing. "she's crying, because she senses your emotions," you melted into trent's hands, the eyes you were so in love with fixated on yours, making your surroundings disappear, "she just wants you to be happy, we both do." guilt was the next thing you felt.

you felt guilty because you'd left trent in the dark, taking your frustrations out on him, while all he wanted to do was help, "i'm so exhausted trent, i can't remember last time i slept a full night," you continued your rant, "i miss just cuddling with you and not be interrupted," you could see the corner of trent's lips turn upwards, igniting the same warm, fuzzy feeling you'd been feeling ever since the first day you'd met; the one thing that hadn't changed since the birth of your baby. trent placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, before placing your head on his chest once more, "you know, i have a day off tomorrow, i can ask my mum to babysit and we could just stay in bed all day," trent suggested, earning a chuckle from you.

you could feel trent's heart beat against your temple and as you further sunk into his arms, you realised just how blessed you really were. you couldn't imagine having a baby with anyone other than trent, the idea of building a family with him easing your mind. he was everything you wanted and from the moment you told him you were pregnant, you knew that you and your baby were in safe hands. and that was all that mattered.

"i would love that," you looked up, pressing your lips to his luscious ones in a kiss you didn't know you craved.

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[jude5bellingham]

imsg ౨ৎ trent alexander-arnold

pairing: trent alexander-arnold x reader

notes : i cleared out my messages kind of ☝🏻🤓

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[leviscolwill]

— dad!trent headcanons !

req: dad!trent headcannons PLEASEE. i am on my knees, begging 🙇‍♀️

trent is giving boy dad in the best way possible

it's like having a mini trent around the house

imagine having two sassy boys around tho

he is stressed.

like actually stressed, you had hundreds of talks about your son and his education but he's dead scared of messing something up

like he would overthink and put his diaper the wrong way or sum

so he'd go to his brother for advice

plus, going on vacation with his brothers and his niece so they all grow up very close (crying at the idea of this tbh)

now... since he basically never uses instagram

i don't even know if he would make a proper pregnancy or baby announcement tbh

he'd just drop the baby announcement out of nowhere full peeta style

orrrr, he would do THE thing

aka putting the ball under his jersey when he scores (pls tell me you know what i mean)

and when your son is born you bet he's celebrating with his initial (like he did for his niece 🥹)

now... why do i feel like he's the type to talk to kids like they're full grown adults 💀

like he'd talk about his day and how training went even though the boy can't understand yet

also yk how trippier's son wanted psg to win that ucl game against newcastle and walked out with mbappe ?

trent would genuinely not take that

there is no way on earth HIS son is gonna support another club than liverpool tbh

he would physically condition him to support them

making him watch the corner taken quickly moment on repeat

he wouldn't actually do that but... close

as soon as your son learns how to walk you bet he has a football in his feet

not in a project mbappe kinda way but he wants to bond with his son over something he loves yk

you know that video of gavi playing with little kids ? yeah same

he doesn't care if your son is nine, he's playing like it's a ucl final

tbh he seems like the kind of dad to have beef with kids if they mess with your son

fully side eyeing them in front of his school and cussing them out at home

you would absolutely NOT let him close to your son's wardrobe

no way on earth he's passing the bad fashion taste genes down to your son

i don't rlly know how to end this but honestly i think after being a stressed dad, he just learns how to vibe with his son and want to make him the happiest ever

and he would go to every length to make his family happy

#not as long as jude one #but i hope you like it #trent alexander arnold #trent alexandrer arnold x reader #trent alexandrer arnold imagine #trent alexander imagines #trent alexander arnold fluff #trent alexandrer arnold headcanons #trent alexander x you #trent alexander arnold fanfic #football one shot #trent alexandrer arnold one shot #football fanfic #football fluff #football imagine #football x reader #footballer imagine #taa imagines #taa x reader

[anadiasmount]

promise - trent alexander arnold x reader.

quick sum: based on these two requests! best friends should always remain best friends. what happens when one has enough of the back and forth and begins to move on?

wc: 3k | masterlist | trent's masterlist

psa 🗣️: hi !! second trent fic as highly requested!! feel very proud of this one so i hope you enjoy!! did use promise by romeo santos ft usher bc i felt like it fit the plot 🤭🤍

trent watched from across the room, sipping on his whiskey observing the way you laugh and smiled at the stranger he didn’t know. he cleared his throat and scratched the his nose in annoyance as he watched you share a kiss, resting your forehead on his.

he felt a pan of jealousy override him, the feeling in his chest felt harsh and fire like seeing you with another man. everyone had their eyes on you, including the girl who sat in front of trent. you worse a sexy red dress, calling attention even from him.

how was it even possible for the two of you to be at the same place, at the same time? was it fate?

"you seem distracted. are you okay?" asked the woman in front of trent, he looked over at her giving her a fake smile, and nodded. "i'm okay, are you enjoying the food?" he asked cautiously, not wanting to make things more awkward than they already were.

he listened to what she said but his eyes kept going back to you and him. trent hated him, even without knowing him, he was angry because he got to do all the stuff that trent wished to do. he hid the bubble of frustration and anger, drowning the urge to go over and question you.

he knew it was partially his fault for letting you go, and that disappointed him even more. he pushed you away, lacked communication, and had commitment issues, when he promised so much. you deserved better and that was trent's only thought about when you were together.

you needed a man who'd be with you always and gave you love and support. trent was the opposite, always away for games, training, shoots, and interviews, he felt like he barely saw you towards the end of the day. trent felt like the relationship was one-sided to him, and he felt it was about him when with you.

even though there was no label, the feelings were clear. he loved you, and you loved him. he knew he loved you the first time he laid eyes on you, watching how you nervously struggled to say words but overall how dedicated, strong, and loving you were. you were a speaker and listener, which he admired.

you worked with kids a lot, earning your degree in education and speech development for kids. you were more than ready to settle down, but the hesitance within trent made him fear if he was truly "ready for more".

trent remembers the good and hard days, when you cuddled into his embrace and stroked his skin softly, pressing kisses all over his face, making dinner and cookies, watching re-runs of gossip girl, when trent felt most safe when he held you as you slept or said nothing and just stared into each other's eyes.

the bad days especially after a tough match, or he just didn't know how to handle things. where he didn't even spare a glance or word at you, leaving you hurt and confused. ignoring your calls or messages. shrugging your touches and words of comfort. not only did it sting you but also him.

trent quickly paid for dinner, grabbed the girls hand, and approached your table, where you sat with your legs crossed and sipped on your wine. you took a double take when you saw the familiar body approach you, feeling your skin heat up with nerves as you saw his dismounted look. 

you sat up straighter, giving fabian a nervous smile before speaking up. "trent, hi," you say very monotonely, glancing at the girl who matched almost similar to trent with a grey dress. "what are you doing, y/n?" he taunted, ticking his head to the side referring to fabian. you shook your head pleading to not start a scene. 

"fabian meet trent," you introduced stuttering standing up and him following your movements. the girl gave you a nasty look, wrapping her hand around trent's bicep in a protective manner, making your heart twinge with pain. "he's my-" you start.

"boyfriend. i'm her boyfriend." fabian cuts you off, coping trent's facial features in amusement, maybe even bewilderment. 

"uh..." you swift your head quickly, stunned and surprised by his words. you weren't anyone's girlfriend, so it confused you why he'd say that to trent. trent's brows perked up offering an enraged smile and licked his lips. "boyfriend huh? how come i didn't know this y/n?" trent asked, releasing his arm from her and crossing them across his chest. 

"trent, please not right now..." you begged, wishing you could've ignored him and pretended to be strangers again. trent easily got jealous, and you noticed it right away when you saw the irritation behind his brown eyes, jaw clenched and muscles tense. "just asking a question, y/n," trent shrugged, pursing his lips upside down nonchalantly. 

"outside, now," you said dragging him out before trent could continue his games any longer, and muttering a quick 'excuse me' to fabian who sat down. you felt deceived and overall embarrassed at his actions. who was he to demand questions when he threw all of it away? get jealous and angry when he wasn't even yours? 

"what do you think you're doing?" 

"i don't get it. you say we're done, but here you are moved on y/n?" trent spits out. "is that why initiated us to end? because you felt the need to be away and search for other options?" he continued stepping closer to you. you scoffed and bursted out laughing. 

"oh please! you can't be serious when you gave me the reason all along! you acted like a lost puppy and treated me like i was nothing. i tried, gave you my all, tried to support and be there for you and when i begged you for an ounce of attention you pulled away trent! im done with you, and us," you state feeling the knot in your throat build up as you spoke. 

you try to walk away but he wraps his hand around your elbow pulling you to him. "i'm not done." you try to push him away but he refuses, bringing his hand to the back of your head and hugging your waist, your struggles coming to an end when you smell the familiar cologne and sense of home in his embrace. “i’m done with playing games y/n… i swear this time.” 

“this time? or until you realize you're still afraid of commitment? i need a man trent, not a boy who will leave me when he pleases or gets scared. you proved to me who you were, and i don't want to tangle myself into that mess again…” you whisper, tears running down your cheeks as trent places small kisses on your head and below your ear. 

the words let out your mouth hurt trent, feeling his insides turn and anger disappear. all he wanted to do know was never let you go, beg onto his knees if that was what it took to plead and get you back. he’d do anything. 

your body felt tense and cold, wanting to be miles away from him, because you knew with trent you faced the reality of always wanting to come back. it wasn’t healthy, you gave him your all for him to push you away. “let go t…” 

“i can’t not now, or ever. please i’ll do anything…” 

“it’s too late, i need to move on from you or else i’m just bound to end up in the same cycle of getting hurt everytime i’m with you. It’s not fair… also what are you proving to me right now, hmm? that girl inside? who else is gonna come between us now? i can’t trust myself around you…” you let out, gripping his biceps and feeling the cool air between the space of both you as you pulled back. 

you sniffled and wiped your tears away, hands smoothing the dress and tucking you hair into place as the wind had blew. trent itched to pull you closer but he saw the mess he created in front of him. why every time he pulled back was because of this, afraid of hurting you. you were right, maybe it was too late. “i’m sorry trent, but i deserve to be happy after i moved heaven and hell with you…” 

“i want to be selfish y/n… it's taking everything inside me to drag you away and prove to you i have changed… that i won't walk away from you or us… i’ll say it now and repeat as long as it will take for you to be with me. i love you… i love so fucking much y/n,” he felt relief after holding in the words that tortured him every day since he left you. 

he loved you endlessly. the way your eyes shimmered when you laughed or smiled. held his hand and drew shapes to get rid of the nerves. he loved the charisma and energy you carried to be a new and stronger person everyday. he loved you because at the end of the day, you were his best friend and understood him like no one else did.

you scoffed out a laugh in disbelief, yet felt the hope and rushed feelings return when you locked eyes with him. “love? you don’t what that is. the love you claim to have left when i walked away,” you say with no remore, walking back into the restuarant before trent stops you again.

"y/n please. i'm being serious, just hear me out."

"so am i trent. when i say i'm done, i'm done. this isn't going to help, if you say you're a changed man then prove that to me. but right now you're the same trent i met and left me alone constantly," you felt your heart dragged out and painted along the sidewalk.

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you bit your lip in worry and desperation as you saw another bouquet of flowers and a small card on your desk, knowing exactly who they belonged to. you sighed and opened the card, reading it word for word before tucking into your desk drawer along with the others.

"red tulips symbolizes love and lust. i love you forever y/n." - trent

he'd sent a boquest of flowers each friday, everytime expalining their meaning and cofessing his love for you over and over again. not only that but he'd send small gifts to your flat, going from food, books, jewelry, or small frames that spoke to you. you had filled your rooms with all of them, not wanting to throw them away.

you shouldn't have kept the gifts, discarding them the chance you received them. but something inside always felt an attachment to him. unable to look away or smile when you saw a small box filled with goodies. it wasn't right especially when fabian was still in the picture.

"another bouquet?" asks your coworker, looking at them from your doorway. "erm yeah," you stutter, "seems like he wants to prove a point y/n... cause it's not only flowers he's sending also small gifts," she points out. "real question is, who are you going to pick at the end of the day..."

"i don't know," you say sitting on the chair leaning back and feeling frustration building in your head. you take a sip of water, trying to ooze the nerves and listen to your coworker. "go with the one that at the end of the day will cherish and honor you forever. the one who'd do anything and everything to be aside with you. because that's a good man."

you thought about what she said all day. her words taunting and making you shiver every time you thought of it. it followed you all the way home to your flat where you looked around and saw all of trent's gifts. you chuckle disgruntled, and remove your coat, getting ready for your date with fabian.

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"this isn't working for me y/n," fabian sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and clearing his throat. "i'm getting the sense either you're not ready or you're still stuck on someone from the past... and i need to know because i can't wait any longer," fabian laid the truth on the table.

words struggled to come out of your mouth, feeling defeated and overall disappointed. but fabian was right about something, struggling to move on from trent. he was all you thought about since that night at the restaurant. his pained look with tearful eyes. the way he held you along his chest begging you.

"is there someone in the past you haven't moved on from?" he asked carefully, leaning forward to where you felt your heart pump out your chest. how could you answer that without hurting him? he deserved better and here you were ruining that for him, after all along he treated you like a queen.

"fabian," you croaked giving him a small smile. that alone said enough for him, shaking his head while he tried to get rid of the wave of sadness. "you changed after that night. i don't know what he said to change your mind but if that's how you want to live your life, go for it. i'm not stopping you."

"you don't understand-"

"i don't understand? please let's be civil now y/n. you told me all this shit about him and here you are doing the same to me? you told me i made you happy, that you liked where we were headed. suddenly you're back to your old self who couldn't get over him," fabian expressed angrily and obviously hurt.

your stomach turned, reaching your hand out just for him to pull away. it felt unbearable, the misery and pain of once again losing someone in your life. the bile in your veins filled with venom, how many more would it take till you finally had your happy ever after?

"i thought you were it for me, but now i want nothing to do with you."

fabian got up from the table leaving with stained tears and embarrassment, people looking over and seeing you. you felt like you deserved it, after all you were the reason he was leaving you. with shaky hands and a heavy heart filled with sorrow, you paid and left to the only place you could think of.

"i hate you," you yelled once trent revealed the door. "i hate you so much trent," you cried out gasping for air throwing your clutch onto his sofa and facing him. "when there's finally something good in my life you go and ruin it!"

"y/n breathe... i don't understand-"

"i can't stop thinking of you or what you've said. and for that reason, i lost a man who truly deserved my time and love. i can't have or think of anyone because you're always in my head trent. i just need sanity and peace," you point to your heart, vision blurry as you feel him hold your arms.

"i feel trapped trent, under these stupid feelings i have for you. all of your flowers and gifts, messages and voicemails you leave? it drives me insane," you said sniffling as sinking further into his embrace once again. "fabian is done with me, all because i turned out to be the person who hurt me the most..."

"i didn't deserve to go through all of that. the way you treated me or never communicated what you felt? wishing an longing for your love and affection when i most needed it. even after supporting you through your tough times, promising to be with you forever? i hate it all..."

you struggle out a painful laugh, "i mean look where i am now, back into the place where all this mess started..."

trent had to hide the excitement and contentment he felt upon hearing you and fabian were done. all that mattered now was you were finally here with him, after proving to you, he was in it for all. if proving every day how much he loved and missed you took to get you back, he'd do it forever.

"no you're back home where you belong," trent corrected you, grabbing your face and frowning at your state. you looked completely hopeless and rained with energy, eyes low, and puffy lips from crying. "you're back with me. i meant what i said y/n, i'm proving to you that i want to be here for you..."

"i wake up every day hoping you text me or leave me those silly note drawings. i love you so much it hurts to see you like this because of me. i was an asshole to you then but i promise y/n, i will give you my all if that's what it takes to get to spend the rest of my life with you."

"to hear about how the kids were in your classes and what they did. to eat those amazing cinnamon cookies, to hear your laugh, to see your eyes widen when they bore into mine when we cuddle in the same bed. to be able to wake up next to you..."

"it hurts me too y/n. to see you don't love or even acknowledge what i'll do for you..." trent clamors out, still holding your face as his thumb brushes away the new fresh of tear the slid down your cheek. "i love you so much, im afraid it's too late for us and tomorrow you'll be gone."

a moment of silence passes between the two of you, hearing your ragged breaths and sniffles as you both take in the situation and what was occurring. heart beating out of each other's chest, and pulse-raising a mile high.

"it's not late..." you say with no reluctance, despite what happened trent did prove himself how much loves you. fabian couldn't ever see or read that from you, having to either ignore the signs or ask. trent knew you better than anyone else, and he knew right there and then, that hope still laid on the table. "say it... i need to hear you say it."

"its not late because i love you too trent... i think i always have and always will... i couldn't stand the fact you were with someone who wasn't me. so much needs to be changed and heard trent. i refuse for you to say all this and then go back to square one," you clarify, a sense of warmth towering over you as he smiled down at you.

"just promise me one thing hmm? that you won't give up so easily or walk away like i did. we will talk it out and solve it because i can't go through another span where you're not next to me here," trent says, tracing your lips with his thumb. "i promise trent..." you swore desperately nodding at his words.

trent closes the space, lips molding with yours as he takes a breath finally being able to kiss you. he wastes no time and pushes his tongue through your lips able to taste your sweet fondness. hands holding you tight as you completely let yourself be unrestrained and into the way he kissed you.

"i promise you y/n, this isn't bullshit. what we have is special, and i'll make sure you see that..."

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[ell-alexanderarnold]

Everywhere I go leads me back to you

Summary: Two lovers with two different lives and there’s never ending arguments. Y/n asks herself if the relationship is worth saving. What happens when the two lovers paths starts to collide and goes the other direction?

Angst & Fluff

Note: Let me know your thoughts! <3

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You sat in the car, hands on the steering wheel and you stared at your engagement ring on your finger. You thought about how it was two years ago when you didn’t study, and were home all the time, always available for Trent. But he was not always available for you. You would travel to watch him play at Anfield and when he was playing away games, but nowadays you have to study really hard if you want to make it.

Then he proposed of course, you two were so madly in love. However, what happens when two lovers paths starts to collide and goes the other direction?

You and Trent hasn’t been able to catch up with each other for a while, and you miss him. You get sad when you think about it and sometimes you wish it could be how it was before you started studying.

You parked your car and noticed that Trent’s car also was parked, which was strange because you knew he had a game tonight.

You exited your car and then unlocked your door. You smelled that someone was cooking, that someone was Trent.

“Hello” You said and walked in the kitchen where Trent stood cooking.

“Hey love, you hungry?” He answered and smiled at you.

“Yeah, a little” You simply answered and Trent lead you to the dinner table where he had lit up candles for the dinner.

“Sit down the food’s almost ready” He soothed and kissed your forehead.

You were surprised but also happy that he did this with so much effort because of the little time you spend together these days.

”Wow T, I’m actually impressed” You praised as you started to eat, once again surprised by him.

He smiled in response as he joined you at the table. It almost felt surreal seeing Trent sitting in front of you, you finally got to get lost in his brown eyes again. Oh how you have missed looking into his eyes. In the middle of your admiration you remembered to ask him why he was home and not travelling to the game.

“Are you not playing tonight?” You asked and took a sip of your water and watched his eyebrows furrowed.

“Y/n the game is tomorrow” He confirmed and you put your glass down, almost in shock.

“Oh, I thought it was tonight” You nervously chuckled, and couldn’t believe how you could get it so wrong. Trent wasn’t bothered but you were. You realised how tired you really are from focusing on uni all the time.

“Well, it’s not easy for you to know babe” Trent comforted and grabbed your hand gently and drew small circles on your palm.

“What time are you leaving in the morning?” You implored, knowing that you’d probably won’t see each other for a few days so you wanted to be awake when he leaves, which means you have to sacrifice some hours of sleep. But you wanted to everything for him.

“I’ll leave at 7 ish” Trent answered and an idea popped up in his head.

“Want to come with me?” He added as you immediately panicked inside.

“Where to?” You wondered.

“We’re playing in the Europa League, Toulouse” He asserted and you scratched the back of your neck, something you always do when you’re anxious.

“I can’t, I have to study” You stated and watched his reaction, he wasn’t happy.

“Come on Y/n, can’t you study anywhere?” He pleaded and you knew that this was getting out of hands.

“You mean anywhere you are?” You sighed as you went to put your plate in the dishwasher.

“Please don’t be like that Y/n” Trent tutted and came up to you, giving you that look of disappointment.

“I really need to give it everything if I’m gonna make it Trent” You said and looked at him, and Trent of all people would know the sacrifices that has to be made if you want to make it.

“I understand, just wished that it would be like old times” He mumbled and sat down by the couch as you followed after him.

“Trent you’re saying that you miss when I was a failure, sitting on this couch all day waiting for you to come home and put a ring on my finger?” You snapped. Perhaps it was too much however, you couldn’t stand being in this position in the relationship any longer.

“Y/n, that’s not what I said” Trent said and scoffed as tears started forming in your eyes.

“It’s not about that it is that you don’t want me to have a life separate from yours! I can’t be available all the time Trent” You went on and Trent sat there and reminded himself that you also have a life that doesn’t revolve him.

“What about us then?” Trent spoke up and more tears streamed down your face and you shot a look at your engagement ring.

“I don’t anymore, I gave up something to be at uni and you should know what that’s like because your football is all that matters and all you have time for nowadays Trent” You defended and suddenly you felt your phone buzzing. You looked at Trent with a tear leaving your eye and went upstairs to answer the call.

Trent slammed the coffee table and started crying. Somewhere he felt that this was going to end and he couldn’t control it.

-

You sat in your shared bed studying, you didn’t have the energy to sit at your desk working. Trent packed his bag for tomorrow and the both of you haven’t spoken since a few hours ago. The silence was too much for you to handle so you sat with your airpods on full volume. You didn’t even know how much the clock was until you heard Trent turning the lights off downstairs.

You got up from the bed and put your books on your desk and then went to the bathroom. You brushed you teeth and you were lost in your thoughts and your music was still playing in your ears, you didn’t even notice Trent standing beside you brushing his teeth as well.

When you were done you looked over at him and saw that he was watching you too, you had to fight the urge to not hug him and absolutely sob into his chest. But Trent already knew how you felt and walked up to you and wrapped his arms around you. Although this time it wasn’t you who cried, it was Trent.

“Shh, it’ll be alright” You whispered and rubbed his back.

“You make it so difficult sometimes” Trent sniffled and let go of you. You were left in the bathroom struck with a such strong feeling of emptiness after he left.

You both sat at the edge of the bed, wishing some things were better left unsaid.

“Y/n” Trent called.

“Y/n” Trent called again.

“I heard you the first time” You taunted.

“We promised each other not to go to sleep angry” He said and you pulled the duvet over yourself preparing to sleep knowing it will take a while to fall asleep.

“Well, I guess some promises are made to be broken” You ended and turned of your bedside lamp.

–

Everything changed after that night. Trent came home after a loss against Toulouse, you wanted to comfort him the moment he stepped through the door. Trent was angry, he always was after a loss but this time it was different because of the situation between the two of you.

You two spoke a few times during the day but it was just small talks and it killed you.

It got more worse later in the day when you were preparing to sleep, Trent would start and argument and then it turned to not saying goodnight to each other anymore. Which you both always did before going to sleep despite an argument.

Now, you stopped saying goodnight and Trent stopped sleeping.

It was like torture to sleep next to him, every minute you thought about to whether sleep in the guest room or go downstairs to the kitchen to grab something to eat. You could hear Trent sighing and toss and turn, eventually he couldn’t take it anymore.

Trent got up from the bed and left your shared bedroom and closed the door quietly as he thought you were asleep.

You wanted to go after him, so you also left the bedroom. You heard noise from downstairs and you figured it was the tv, slowly walking down the stairs you could see him sitting in the couch, watching football highlights from the night.

You sat down, not too close to him but not so far away either. You watched the tv and the highlights showed a stunning goal which made Trent turn to you and say “What a goal that” He said and really you couldn’t believe him. Silence between the both of you for about three days and that’s the first thing he says to break the silence.

You turned your head to look at him, your eyes met and Trent’s lips curled into a small smile.

The whole situation was sentimental, and it was because the both of you knew. You two couldn’t work it out, no matter how hard you tried. The both of you live completely different lives, with different schedules. The only thing you could go back to was that you two have so much love for one another, and that’s what will always unite you and Trent in the end. But it has been this way for too long.

You looked at Trent and caressed his face, and you gave him a look that says everything he needs to know.

“At least we tried” You said, almost in a whisper and looked at your ring. It was filled with memories, and as you took it off it felt like your heart shattered. Tears streamed down your face as you handed Trent the ring. His hands were shaking as he received it, holding the ring that he thought would be stuck on your finger forever.

“Give it to someone who really deserves it T” You cried and he sniffed, looking at you with eyes filled with tears.

“But I only love you Y/n” He mumbled.

Trent thought that his biggest mistake of his life may be letting you go, letting you slip through his fingers just like that…

Two years later

You sat tense, waiting for the final whistle. They were almost crowned European champions. You were so proud of the team that they made it this far in the competition.

“Any minute now!” You exclaimed to your best friend beside you.

They won.

You celebrated with your friends and watched all the players run onto the pitch to their teammates who played the match. You could cry of happiness.

You watched Liverpool lift the trophy, fireworks and confetti were everywhere in the air. You watched the players get their medals and you saw him, getting his very own medal. He ran up to his family and they all hugged him.

Imagine if you were there with him.

And then he started to walk at your direction. He showed the fans the trophy with such pride and you always adored that side of him.

Without noticing he stood in front of the crowd that you was in, and he hardly even recognised you until he saw you. His heart stopped.

You looked up from your phone to see him standing there. Your friends were too caught up in their own conversation to notice you seeing Trent again after all these years.

You smiled at him and pointed at the trophy he was holding, he looked down at it then back at you and mouthed “Not bad”.

You smiled again and it felt like the time stopped and that is was only you and Trent in the stadium.

You couldn’t help but let a tear leave your eye, as you looked at him one last time.

You turned your back on him and dried your tears as you started to leave with your friends.

Trent didn’t move, he was still hoping for you to come back.

Maybe in another universe.

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not without you- trent alexander arnold

summary: not being able to sleep your boyfriend persists on helping you out

pairings: trent alexander arnold x reader word count: 1.7k

an: not sure how i feel about this, kinda hate it

the light snoring of your boyfriend directly against your ear who lay beside you was one of the many things that kept you awake on this saturday early morning, grazing your freshly done nails along trent arms which was lay across your stomach you turned your head to your bed side table alarm clock.

3:38

you go back to staring up at the ceiling attempting to fall asleep by counting the imaginary sheep in your head. you feel trents arms tighten around you and his face nuzzle more into your neck even though there wasn’t any more room, since yesterday afternoon he had been clinging to you like a koala bear, no reason whatsoever. you thought maybe because he was going away for 2 days for an important match you weren’t complaining of course the extra affection of your boyfriend always made you happy, just thinking about it made you want to sleep and cuddle up next to him but you simply just couldn’t. you stare up at the ceiling taking a deep breath in and exhaling quietly, envying trent at the moment.

you carefully remove trents arm from around your waist, placing it down on the bed, while you shift yourself from under him and get out of the bed trent makes a weird sound and turns to be on his side on the bed where he never normally sleeps. you place your bare feet on the cold ground, shivers travelling up your body, and move towards the kitchen.

the light from the kitchen makes you squint slightly not used to the bright light due to lying in the dark for the past 3 hours. dragging your feet across the floor, making your way towards the cupboard. you grab a glass and fill it up with cold water and instantly drinking all of it, after wiping your mouth with the back of your hand the feeling of warm hands on the side of your thighs make you jump out of your skin, gasping sharply and bringing your hand to your heart you feel trent place his head in between your neck and shoulder blades. his hands rub against your skin and move up your body and underneath your shirt which was paired with a pair of panties. you feel his arms wrap around your waist and squeeze softly.

not saying anything you lean against his chest, feeling a hoodie he must have put on instead of his bare chest which he went to bed with. “why aren’t you in bed?” trent asked quietly due to being muffled by your neck. you place your hands on his, rubbing his skin with the pan of your fingers. “hm?” he lifts his head and turn to look at the side of your face. you turn your head to look at his seeing his eyes still puffy from sleep and the hood of his hoodie pulled over his head. 

“can’t sleep, its fine don’t worry about me” you reply lifting your hand up and trace his lips with the pad on your thumb while your other hand holds his, still clutching onto you. you lean closer to him, placing a light kiss on his lips, his lips soft pulling away to nudge your nose against his lovingly then turning to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck and allowing trents hands to go on your lower back and underneath your shirt tracing shapes along your skin.

trent leans in this time a gives you a light kiss then trailing another one across your check before pulling away and looking into your eyes again. “no until you do, not without you” 

you sigh in frustration and look at him pleading with your eyes, you scratch his neck lightly “you have a match and you are going away, you need all the sleep trent” you can see him going all sleepy just by the scratch of his neck, trent leans forward placing his forehead on your shoulder. 

“yeah” he pauses “with you in the bed” he murmurs.

“how do you sleep when im not there then?” he lifts his head from your shoulder and cheekily smiles. a giddy feeling settling in your stomach.

“why do you think i always call you when i go to bed?” he states and cocks his head to the left questioning you, a grin appears on your face, hands moving to his shoulders and squeezing them slightly, relaxing him once again. 

“but why can’t you sleep?” he questions concern written over his face, he raises his eyebrows waiting for a explanation , his hands moving to your waist now.

you shrug your shoulders “don’t know”

“mh” 

“i really don’t know trent, i think work mostly, its stressing me out and just normal other things” trent nods his head not really knowing what to say, he turns to look outside to the pitch black garden, a comforting silence is created when trent doesn’t reply but is broken when his breaks into a little laugh and turns to look back at you.

“my snoring keep you awake?” you laugh a little, reaching out and rubbing his cheek softly.

“yeah always” you reply with a roll of your eyes. a silence appears again, you lean your head against his muscly chest, his hand coming up to the back of your head, holding your place there.

“you want tea?” he questions looking down at you, you shake your head. a whine comes from the back of your throat as trent steps back from your guys embrace, a bit annoyed as you were comfortable with leaning on him. he grabs your hand squeezing softly and starts to pull you away from the sink counter.

“come on, we’ll go back to bed” you try not to go with him, knowing you won’t be able to fall asleep and you will just be lying there all night while he sleeps peacefully next to you.

you groan and drag your feet while he turns off the light, rounding the corner and start to make his way up the stairs towards your bedroom. “but i wont be able too” 

trent shrugs his shoulders looking down at you a smile creeping up on his face as he watches you slowly make your way up the stairs “then well stay up and talk, you dont have work” 

“you need to though, you leaving in the morning” you stop walking up the stairs, pausing half way up and look at your boyfriend who looks like he desperately needs sleep. 

‘don’t worry about me, i can sleep on the coach” you pulls you with more force, you grumble under your breath once you make it to the top of the stairs. trent pauses at you, looking down at you raising his eyebrows once again waiting for you to start complaining.

“no trent, its not fa-“ you start but is cut off by him leaning into you and pressing his lips against yours. the sudden movement making you jump slightly “shush” he says against your lips and grabs the side of your head, tilting your head back as he moves his lips against yours slowly. he tongue traces against your bottom lip swallowing a moan that escaped your mouth. you pull away, out of breath. “trent”

“don’t worry about me” he says pressing one more kiss to your mouth. you opened your mouth to say something else. “come on, stop complaining ill get you to sleep”

you roll your eyes at his persistence and you allow him to pull you into your shared bedroom, darkness filling your eyes, you glance towards the alarm clock which you had been staring at all night now reading 4:00am which also gives a small light showing you where trent is.

“trent you have to ben awake in 4 hours’ you point to the clock. you watch as he removes his hoodie revealing his bare chest which made your head dizzy every time this man would get dressed or undressed infront of you. you watch as his arms move quickly to move the duvet and slotting himself into the bed and pulling the covers over himself. he sits up on his pillow glancing at you the patting the side of your bed indicating you to get in.

“come on then” you place one knee on the bed and start to crawl to him, a cheeky grin as his thoughts went all dirty. “last time you crawling to me we-“

“trent stop it” a giggle left his mouth as he watched you get under the covers next to him. he moves to lie on his back, grabbing your upper thigh and moving it to go over his body. moving closer to him, feeling his body heat without even touching him, you place you head on his chest and arm over his chest. a huff leaves your mouth as you feel trent hand go up and down your thigh then proceed to go to your ass and pat it lightly a couple of times.

“hands to your self arnold” you move your head closer into his chest, his heartbeat calming you slightly. he doesn’t say anything and moves his hand back to your thigh makes shapes along your skin. you feel trents breathing even out, lift your head to see his eyes closed. you roll your eyes at him and attempt to move out of his hold but as you move trents hand grips your thigh and his hand around your back pushes you back into his chest, smudging your cheek into his bare skin.

“not asleep yet baby” you hum as a reply, feeling trents fingers trace your back and press a couple of kisses to your forehead. just to try you shut your eyes, focusing on trents hand over your body, moving along your things and on your back and the way his lips pressed against your skin. the movement of his chest and heartbeat coasting through your ears brought a yawn out of your mouth.

“i love you” you heard trent say and you eventually fell into the states of tiredness which had taken you about 5 hours to get in.

“love you more”

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love game ★

pairing:jude Bellingham x female!reader

[face claim: natxtrada on ig]

summary: in which there was a person behind judes move to rma.

Authors note: i have a hate relationship with this one but bare w me💕

Ynn

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[avenirdelight]

Robbo’s Wedding

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Trent meets a girl at Robbo’s wedding. Someone who looks so angelic, he can’t stop staring. He wonders if he should make a move on her. 

Trent was absolutely jet-lagged. It was a bad one. He felt extremely tired, he had started to feel dizzy, and he was longing for the comfortable queen-sized bed back in his hotel room. It was incredibly irritating for him that this wedding was going at a very slow pace.

Trent had planned to sneak out early from the wedding. This was the first wedding of a friend that he ever took part in, and his mum had reminded him that it would be impolite to leave a wedding before the cake-cutting, so he stayed. But apparently Robbo wasn’t kidding when he’d said that he was going to celebrate all day long. The Portugal sun was going down but the newlyweds hadn’t even had their first dance yet.

He was starting to lose his focus, he couldn’t even keep up with the conversations the lads were engaging themselves in. Virgil started a conversation about pre-season but a moment later they were talking about Ox’s new car—and Hendo noticed that Trent was slightly dozing off.

“Go freshen yourself up, lad,” the captain said, patting Trent on his shoulder. Trent almost jolted to full consciousness. A piercing pain shot on the top of his head, making him wince. “I’m sure it’s going to begin shortly.”

“Yeah, you said that fifteen minutes ago,” Trent groaned. “Call me when it’s about to begin.”

Trent left the table and sneaked himself out to the restroom. A crazy idea crossed his mind, to just flee from the wedding and get back to his hotel, but he knew it was irrational, especially when he knew that it was his fault after all. He had extended his holiday by one day so he’d had no time to rest before the wedding.

But no one said he couldn’t take a nap. All he needed to do was just close his eyes for five minutes, or maybe ten, and he’d be fine. It sounded like a better plan than just washing his face to wake himself up.

So instead of turning to the left where the restroom was, Trent took the right turn, bringing himself to the other side of the building.

–

Trent squinted his stinging eyes open. He blinked them a few times as he looked around with knitted eyebrows. Green bushes, flower bushes, trees, a fountain on the left, a wooden bench across from him—he was in a garden. The sky was dark, but the garden lamps were lit, and the lights fell upon a figure that was standing in front of him.

“Hey.” The voice was sweet and belonged to a woman wearing a pink dress with a flower crown sitting on her head.

Trent took a deep breath. Okay, where was he again? Trent didn’t remember, he hadn’t yet; his eyes and head felt heavy, and his neck… Oh, his neck. He stretched his neck and felt a strain on the back of it, his hand went to caress it with his hand.

And then he looked up. The woman in the pink dress was still staring at him. There was a small smile plastered across her face. She looked beautiful, almost angelic, and when she batted her eyelashes, Trent felt his heart skipping a beat and inside his mind he thought, “Am I in heaven?”

She let out a short giggle as she blushed. “This place is heaven-like but unfortunately you’re not in heaven.”

Oh… Oh! Apparently Trent had said it out loud. He gritted his teeth as he finally regained his full consciousness, feeling a little hit on his cheeks. “Oh, God, sorry.”

“It’s fine.” She shrugged. “I’m sorry to wake you up but your phone was ringing. It fell to the ground.” In her hand was a phone in a red case which Trent believed belonged to him. He took it and stared at the screen. There were two missed calls from Hendo.

“Ah, yes… Thank you. I must’ve—” He shook his head, feeling silly because he literally had fallen asleep on a bench in the middle of a wedding. “I must’ve fallen asleep. I’m, uhh, very jet-lagged.”

“I see. Well, I was just walking by and I saw you. I think you have to go back because the reception is about to start… Again.”

Trent checked his watch. He must have fallen asleep for fifteen minutes or so. “Oh, yeah, Robbo’s gonna kill me if I’m not there for the first dance.”

“We better hurry, then. Well, I need to hurry,” she said as she started walking away. “See you later.”

“Yeah, thank you again.”

Trent watched on as she was leaving, walking so gracefully under the lights. She looked over her shoulder at him, flashed him her sweet smile that made his heart skip a beat again. Trent responded also with a smile just in time before she disappeared to the hallways.

—

“Stop staring. You’re being a creep.” Ox’s voice almost startled Trent. The man leaned into his ear and whispered right beside it.

“What d’you mean?” Trent got defensive instantly. He would never admit that deep down inside he was embarrassed because he was caught looking at her. Her, the girl he had met at the garden earlier, that he called an angel.

“Make a move if you fancy her. Don’t just sit here,” Ox advised, casually sipping on his drink. “Today is literally the only day you see her, you don’t know if your path is gonna cross again. You sure you won’t regret it if you miss this chance?”

Ox’s words lingered in Trent’s mind. He’d just been sitting there watching all the family and friends dancing. The newlyweds had had their first dance and had cut the cake, and Trent had thought that he would just sneak out. But he found himself reluctant to even move from his seat. It wasn’t because he didn’t have enough energy to jump on the dance floor.

It was because he had the perfect view of her dancing from where he was sitting.

She had this glow that made Trent couldn’t get his eyes off her. He pondered on the idea again, that maybe she was a real angel. The way her face and eyes lit up, the way she was feeling herself, dancing freely to the music, the way she smiled made him tingling with something he couldn’t even quite figure out.

Maybe Ox was right. Maybe he did fancy her. Robbo was his bestest friend but he wasn’t the one who made him stay at this party.

“Where are you going?” Trent was surprised because Ox suddenly stood up, rolling his sleeves up to his elbow.

“Making my move.” He said, winking his left eye. Trent's eyes followed him as he strutted confidently to the dance floor, approaching a brunette girl in a coral dress. Ox tapped the girl's shoulder and she greeted him with a smile.

Trent wondered if he should make his move too.

—

He didn’t make the move.

The next day, Trent boarded the plane that was going to take him home with heavy steps, because the only thing he could think about since he woke up this morning was her. Her with her pink dress and flower crown. Her sweet smile and her beautiful brown eyes, or were they hazel? Trent didn’t even get to figure it out.

Ox had made fun of him before they had left for the airport this afternoon, saying that Trent was a real coward for not taking the chance. Ox didn’t understand what he was afraid of.

Maybe it was because Trent was jet-lagged and he didn’t trust himself enough to present himself in front of a girl. Certainly not a girl who looked like an angel. Or maybe it was the what-ifs. What if he fell for her but she apparently lived on the other side of the country? What if she wasn’t interested in him too? What if she had a boyfriend? And if it was just going to be a one-time thing, Trent didn’t want it. He wasn’t in the right mind after all, so he thought that the sparks would just go away when he finally was, which had been proven to be wrong. 

He was so wrong. But thankfully, the universe was kind enough to give him a second chance.

Trent was just getting himself comfortable in his seat, putting his purse on the little compartment and putting the pillow on his lap. He was planning to just get a little nap or watch a movie on this two-hour flight.

People were still passing the aisles looking for their seats with the flight attendants helping. Trent wasn’t paying attention, until a familiar voice approached. He furrowed his eyebrows as he slowly raised his head.

Trent’s heart stopped when he realised who the girl in the brown jumper was, who was about to take a seat beside him.

“It’s you.” The words escaped his lips in a surprised tone, almost astonished.

His voice was loud enough for her to catch so she turned her head instantly. Her tired eyes suddenly lit up when she realised that it was Trent.

“It’s you!” She looked just as surprised as him. “Oh, what a coincidence!”

Trent’s lips curved into a smile, a quite silly one, without him realising. She excitedly took her seat and rolled down the partition that separated them.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” she chortled. “I saw you leaving the party early last night.” She said, striking up a conversation immediately.

“Y— yeah. I did. Wanted to stay longer but—“

“You were jet-lagged,” she cut him off. And Trent nodded. “You didn’t even go to the dance floor.”

It wasn’t hard for Trent to catch the hint of disappointment in her voice. No, he wasn’t just making it up, because her smile also faltered a little bit.

“Yeah… I was jet-lagged.” Trent gritted his teeth, instant regret downing on him. That sounded so stupid, she knew that already, Trent. “And— We’re gonna get back to training tomorrow so… I’m saving up the energy.”

She made a face, a questioning one that also looked like she was impressed. “That’s some real dedication, that. It’s summer break, you don’t even let yourself party?”

“I do. I did, actually, I had plenty of fun. But the holiday's over, I’m afraid.”

“Time to get back to reality, huh?”

Reality would be better if it had you in it. That was a wild thought, he didn’t know where it came from. All he knew right now was, she was just as mesmerising as she was last night in her pretty dress, though right now she was only wrapped in a simple brown jumper with no makeup on her face. She was naturally pretty. Trent had to shift his gaze to stop his heart from racing more.

Brown. Her eyes were in a dark brown shade.

“I’m sorry. But I didn’t get to ask your name,” he said. He extended his hand to introduce himself. “I’m Trent.”

She took it immediately. Trent felt a little bit of electricity inside him when their hands touched. She smiled and told him her name.

“Nice to officially know you, Trent,” she said. Trent loved how his name rolled out from her tongue, how sweet she sounded when she said it.

Her voice was definitely going to be playing in his mind over and over again, like it had been since the first time he heard it yesterday.

—

It was the best flight Trent had ever been on. He may be exaggerating it, but it wasn’t every day that he wished the flight would take longer. The two and a half hours flight felt so quick. Trent wasn’t the most sociable person or good at talking, but with her it felt so easy. The conversations were smooth and it didn’t take long for him to feel comfortable enough with her to throw some jokes. And the best thing was, she laughed at his jokes.

She was a really nice person. She was a little bit shy but actually very fun to be with; the first part reminded him of himself. Trent learned a lot about her, including the most important parts like how they actually lived in the same city and that she had no boyfriend waiting for her at home. She told him about her job, a little bit about her hobbies, and he found everything about her interesting. He really liked her. His heart fluttered every time she smiled, he felt so calm listening to her voice, and every time he stared at her eyes, he just wanted to be lost in them.

They got off the plane together, went through immigration together, got their luggages together, like they travelled together. But it was actually just Trent’s excuse so he could stay longer with her. It seemed like she was doing the same, because she kept waiting for Trent so they could go together and walk side by side with their suitcases trailing behind them.

Their steps got slower as they approached the exit gate. Trent felt something tugging at the bottom of his heart. A voice in his head kept telling him to do something. Make a move! If he walked out that gate without having her number or inviting her to his games, he knew he’d regret it.

He didn’t want her to just be some random person from Robbo’s wedding. He wanted them to be friends, if they didn’t already, or even more than that. Definitely more than that.

“So… This is it.” She said with a sheepish smile as they stopped before the gate. She let out a sigh and it sounded heavy. “I guess this is goodbye?”

See? She looks disappointed! Trent was trying to convince himself that he wasn’t the only one who didn’t want this, whatever this was, to come to an end.

“It doesn’t have to be goodbye,” Trent blurted out. He didn’t quite know yet what to do but he needed to act fast. “It’s been, uh— It’s been a pleasure for me to spend some time with you and I’ve really enjoyed it. So maybe… Maybe we can hang out sometimes.”

“Really?”

“Of course! Would you… Would you like that?”

She briefly bit her lower lip and Trent felt his stomach flutter when he caught it. She nodded shyly, giving him a brighter smile which he replied with the same bright smile. 

“I’m gonna need your number, then.” Trent gave her his red-cased phone and she enthusiastically took it, writing her number down. Trent quickly saved it as her name with a smiley face beside it.

“Thank you. I’ll call you,” he said.

“I’ll be waiting.”

“Okay. Uh— Can I give you a hug?” Trent slightly opened his arms. He sounded more confident this time.

She didn’t answer, but immediately took one and a half steps forward, eliminating the distance that separated them and fell into his embrace. Trent wrapped an arm around her shoulder and she wrapped hers around his middle. He wished she couldn’t hear or feel his racing heartbeat but even if she did, he wouldn’t really feel embarrassed.

“See you again,” Trent said when he found her eyes again, caressing her shoulder lightly.

Her hand rested on his chest for a second before she gave it a light tap.

“See you again,” she repeated.

Trent couldn’t wait until their next meeting. He’d taken his chance and he felt absolutely amazing. He was already imagining their first date, their first kiss, and the first time she wore a Liverpool shirt with his name on it. She was already someone special.

She definitely wasn’t just some girl he met at Robbo’s wedding.

—

inspired by this interview. i wrote this fic in august but i forgot to post it!!

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[footballffbarbiex]

Trent Month. 2

player: trent alexander arnold words: 471 request: Trent Alexander Arnold - you/your - 250 - 500 - fluff - Going furniture/house shopping with Trent

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“We could just hire someone to take care of all of this, you know?” Trent says as he stuffs his hands into his pockets and shuffles along behind you. The store is busy but thankfully you were given distance, though aren’t oblivious to the cameras pointed at you both - more so at Trent.

“And have someone pretend they know our tastes and wants for a home and put it together for us? No.” You shake your head and turn to look at him, “not on my watch Trent. What is your taste? I know what mine is but I want your stamp on this too.”

“Babe, I’ve lived at home for too long to know what my taste is.” he states matter-of-factly and you can’t help but laugh out loud.

“So if you don’t like this, it’s my fault.”

“I’ll tell you before you buy it if I don’t like it.” He replies, nudging you with his elbow and encouraging you forward. “I do want lots of light though. And a clean looking kitchen that has gadgets that can be stored away.”

“You’ll want a dishwasher then too. So, you know how you want the feeling to be and a general look without knowing the details?”

“Yeah, decoration and colour schemes, I’ve not a clue. Anything else, I can help with.”

“So you do want to help with this?”

“It’s going to be our house. Of course I do.” He moves forward, his steps louder as he approaches behind you and you feel his hand splay over the bottom of your back protectively as you hear his name getting whisper-shouted close by. “I do want that game room though,” he comments.

“Oh, do you?” You ask as he hums in agreement. “So you want a home gym, wine cellar, a cinema room, a light clean but well gadget stocked kitchen and your game room?”

“Small things to look for in a house, right?” He grins.

“Tiny.”

The house that the two of you have put in an offer for has been accepted but until it was yours, with a key on both yours and Trent’s keyrings,, you didn’t want to buy too much or get too excited. Too much could happen and the sale could still fall through. Today was more about getting ideas, picking up a few things that probably wouldn’t be here by the time the sale completes.

“How do you feel about plants?”

“They’ll have to be fake. You’ll leave me to water them and they’ll end up dead.”

“And you said you wanted children. This is not a good start T.”

“Well, when a plant starts yelling at me to feed it, or change it’s… I don’t know, soil th- what are you laughing at me for? I’m being serious.”

“I know, and that’s the worrying thing.”

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[deartrent]

untold feelings — taa (pt. 1)

summary: you find yourself in a web of secrecy, long-suppressed desires and untold feelings within the buildings of liverpool fc, and it's bound to become a sticky situation

warnings: contains smut (18+, mdni)

pairing: trent alexander-arnold x fem!reader

notes: this is my first time writing smut and posting it, so i'm sorry if it's ass 😭 i'm thinking of adding more parts to this bc ive got some ideas cooking, but let me know what you guys think of this part first!

when you started your new job at liverpool fc as a player care officer, you had no idea what awaited you. all you knew was that you'd be in touch with the players most of the time; your main task literally being their first-line support for every- and anything they wanted and needed.

what you didn't expect though, was getting attached to one particular footballer. he was a man of little words, an introverted, closed off, at first seemingly "asshole"—though that presumption disappeared as you spoke to the guy more often. he was mysterious, a characteristic that ignited your interest in him in the first place. he wasn't your usual outgoing, witless and self-centered footballer, no, instead he kept to himself and only gave well-thought out answers. you tried your best to keep each interaction professional, especially when the news broke out of his new vice captain role, you vowed to not get involved with him, not wanting to be the reason that would put his new role in jeopardy.

you struggled though. the tension was there. you could feel it, he could feel it. if anyone else was in the room, they could feel it too. his eyes would bore into you as you typed away on your computer, logging the information he would give you, his eyes clearly attempting to get a message across. he had no shame in checking you out, scanning every part of your body, before his eyes would meet yours again, a mischievous smirk on his face as he sank further into his chair comfortably, his arms lazily draped along the armrests, his legs spread out.

after a few more appointments and conversations, you noticed him coming out of his shell more. there was no denying that the dynamic between you guys shifted, from a strictly professional one, to a more easygoing and flirty one. when you'd pass each other in the hallways, trent would flash you a cheeky smile, accompanied by a quick wink he made sure only you could see. if the coast was clear, he'd quickly poke your side as he passed, causing you to burst out in giggles. he'd always make sure to pass by your office as well, before heading to training, making sure to wish you a good morning or even bringing you a coffee if time allowed him to.

you enjoyed the secretive thing you had going on with trent, adding a tinge of excitement to your days.

the annual club dinner was the first time you and trent would see each other outside of a professional setting. his eyes never left you that night, observing your every move while simultaneously networking with the people around him, waiting for a moment to catch you alone.

"took you long enough," you joked as you watched him approach you, while you stood at the bar, waiting for your next drink. "were you waiting for me then?" his crossed arms rested on the bar, as he faced forward, allowing you to admire his side profile, "maybe," you shrugged, thanking the barman, before turning to trent once again. though he wasn't very tall, he still towered a little over you, that same cheeky smirk never leaving his face. the tension was unbearable and you knew he felt it too, the presence of his teammates and your colleagues being the only thing stopping you from sharing little touches.

"enjoying yourself?" you asked, looking away from his face as you started feeling nervous under his gaze, "yeah, very much," he let out a chuckle, knowing you were referring to him checking you out, "i'd enjoy it more if i could touch though," trent mumbled, his eyes scanning over the place, the same way yours did.

you were caught by surprise. he'd never verbally expressed what his eyes were insinuating. you never expected him to be so blunt, showing a different side to him than you were used to, "i'm afraid you're just gonna have to stick to looking for now," you tried to play off the feeling that was forming in the pit of your stomach. you wanted to feel his touch just as much as he wanted to touch you, your mind wandering off to the mental images of his body that you'd collected over the past few weeks while observing him in training from the window in your office. "watch out, you might start drooling in a minute," trent joked, amused with his own joke, while you hit his arm with the back of your hand.

you spent the rest of the night flirting back and forth with trent, either through eye contact or subtle touches as you'd pass each other. the night slowly came to an end and trent made sure to check up on you one more time.

"do you want me to drive you home?" trent asked, a hint of hope in his eyes that you'd say yes. you looked around for a second, "i already had a ride, but i don't mind going with you," although your facial expression would never give it away, you felt more nervous with each second passing, the realisation settling in that soon you'd be completely alone with trent.

while trent drove you home, the tension that had built up over the past few weeks only rose. one thing led to another and before you knew it, trent was reclined in the driver's seat, while you had both legs on each side of him. you'd been waiting for this exact moment, to feel his voluptuous and soft lips on yours, savouring every second you spent tasting his mouth. your lips wrapped around his bottom lip, tugging a little as trent's eyes shot closed, his large hands carefully placed on your hips, squeezing them ever so softly. beneath you, you could feel trent grow. seeing him melt under your touch drove you insane, the combination of his shut eyes, parted lips and hushed moans making you feel something you had never felt before.

trent's hands found their way around your back, unzipping the dress you picked with him in mind, as he slowly shed you of your clothing. his fingers eagerly unclasped your bra and as your eyes locked for a split second, you noticed just how hungry he was for you. your dress sat bunched up around your waist, your panties exposed, while your bra was lost somewhere in the car. trent's fingers played with your nipples, an unfamiliar sensation shooting through your body, only trent's touch having that effect on you, "trent," you tried to mumble, his lips never leaving yours, as though he was making up for the past few weeks of depriving him of your touch.

trent's hands roamed around your body, grabbing a handful of your ass, as you leaked more fluid all over your panties. you needed to feel him and you needed to make it clear to him, so as you finally let go of his lips, you cupped his face with your hands, holding him close as you whispered against his swollen lips, "i need you to fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before," those words leaving your mouth made trent go feral, unbuckling and pulling his pants down with one swift motion, the only barrier between your skin and his being your panties and his boxers. your hands wrapped around the elastic band, pulling the boxers down as his cock sprung free, resting against his stomach.

"fuck," you whispered against his lips, your pussy throbbing, yearning to be filled up. trent wasted no time, holding your panties to the side with one hand, while the other slid against your folds, spreading the moisture across his fingers before pumping his cock in his hands a few times. trent lined himself up with your entrance, the moment you both had silently been waiting for finally here. your hands rested on his broad shoulders as you slowly lowered yourself onto him. picking up your pace, trent was losing his mind and you could tell. his head fell back against the headrest, his hands firmly on your hips, guiding you through your movements. "fucking hell," he cursed, burying his cock deep inside, hitting a spot you didn't even know was possible, your moans getting louder.

you knew he was close from how sloppy each thrust had become, his breathing getting deeper and quicker. you lifted yourself off of him without a warning, his eyes lazily following your every move, high off of the ride you just gave him. you moved back to the passenger's seat, sitting on your knees as you wrapped both hands around his cock, leaving a trail of spit on his tip as you moved up and down as fast as you could, driving him to his climax. cum leaked all over your fingers, while trent cursed under his breath. your mind clouded by feelings of lust and desire, you brought your fingers up to your lips, licking them off as though you'd just finished a meal. trent chuckled as he crashed down from his high, his thumb caressing your cheek, "won't lie, i didn't expect all that from you, ms. wanna keep things professional," he joked, your cheeks heating up at his remark.

the night continued for a while, you'd moved to the backseat, lying on your back as trent supported himself on top of you. with your legs up, resting on trent's shoulders, he slammed into you, your cries being heard from outside the car. "fuc-" you choked on your moans, trent's name leaving your lips, warning him that you were close. trent watched your eyes roll back, his thumb circling between your folds, stimulating your clit, while his thrusts became deeper and slower, "fuck, fuck, fuck," your legs trembled, your body shuddering against trent as you held onto his muscular arms, as he unloaded another load inside of you.

the car felt hot by the end, your sweaty body on top of trent's as you laid your head on his shoulder, one of your hands resting on his exposed chest. the silence cleared your mind enough to think about what had just happened. you had no idea how you went from fighting to get a word out of trent to lying on top of him naked, vulnerable and fucked out in his car, parked in front of your place. if you had any energy left in you, you'd be stressing about how you were supposed to go back to work and pretend like nothing had happened—at least that's what you were planning on doing.

you knew you crossed a line you shouldn't have, you felt regret as you looked up at trent whose eyes were shut, his breathing steady and calm. you wondered what was going through his mind, if he was thinking the same as you, and if the weight of concealing the intimacy between you both laid as heavily on his heart as it did on yours.

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[jude5bellingham]

throwback thursday ౨ৎ trent alexander-arnold

pairing: trent alexander-arnold x reader

part two here

summary: lfc photographer loves to post tbts about one man in particular

warnings & notes : no warnings!! all images belong to their rightful owners and i hope you enjoy my first post ^__^

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[leviscolwill]

good old fashioned lover boy

pairing: trent alexandrer arnold x reader

summary: trent loves that you and jude get along, but he wants to make sure he still holds the #1 spot in your heart [wc: 1k]

req: request for a fluffy trent fic: jude is always over at trent & reader’s house, eating their food, bringing his friends over, begging to join them on outings etc. and generally acting like their kid. so ofc reader & jude are close, he goes to her advice, they tease trent togeth etc. and trent is jealous that jude gets long w his girl so we’ll but not actually jealous, more in a pouty whiny way, cos he knows jude is like a little bro to her

contents: established relationship, food mention, jealous trent (but it's cute)

note: i tried suppressing my lowercase addiction for this, tell me if you prefer it this way 🫶

now playing: good old fashioned lover boy by queen...

The warmth of your home protected you from October's cold. Trent had planned to spend the day snuggled in bed watching spooky movies and baking Halloween cookies with you.

Well, that was the plan until Jude passed your door. Trent wouldn't be able to say one bad thing about Jude even if he tried, he'd been there for him during tough times. No matter how hard you tried to empathize with Trent, Jude was probably the one friend who could understand his struggles surrounding football the most. Very quickly the pair grew close, almost family-like, and Jude would come over yours, often. You didn't mind, how could you? Jude was nothing short of lovely, he was a funny guy to be around and probably your boyfriend's favourite friend.

But you didn't expect him to crash one of the rare free days you got to spend with Trent. And neither did Trent, from the way his eyes widened when he opened the door to a smiley Jude. Your favourite Disney soundtracks were still blasting in the kitchen while you were mixing your cookie batter.

“Oh, are you cooking these for me?” Jude's voice made you turn around to see him standing in your kitchen with a big smile, your boyfriend trailing behind him.

“Depends, do you have good news to give me?” Trent's face contorted in confusion but Jude totally understood what you meant by the giggle he let out.

“I'll tell you all about it if those cookies are worth it.”

He recently came up to you for advice on how he should ask the girl he liked out. The fact Jude trusted you enough to share this with you made you happy, talking to him was like talking to a younger brother.

Trent knew about the girl his friend fancied of course, but he was absolutely clueless about him asking you for advice. Hearing you two talk so casually, made him feel left out. He knew how stupid this sounded, you were his girlfriend and Jude one of his best mates, but he couldn't help but feel his stomach churn from your closeness.

Trent wasn't jealous. He trusted you and Jude with his life. But he couldn't help feeling his friend was stealing the precious time he could have spend with his girlfriend, and he felt awful about this.

You were your own person, and he was very much aware of that, but he couldn't help spiralling. What if Jude was better company than him? What if he made you laugh in ways he couldn't?

His thoughts came to a halt when you pressed a quick kiss near his lips, “These should be done in 30 minutes, are you alright T? You look a bit off.” The concerned look in your eyes made him forget everything, his hand found yours to press a kiss on it.

“I'm fine baby, don't worry about it.” No matter how much Trent tried to reassure you, you knew something was off with him and made a mental note to ask him about it when you would be alone.

After many Fifa games between Jude and your boyfriend and six chapters of your books read, the cookies were ready. The three of you sat down and you intently watched their reactions to your baking, knowing damn well neither of them would be able to hide their real thoughts.

“These are very good love.” Your boyfriend complimented with his mouth half full while Jude stuck out his thumb up.

“So... Are you gonna tell me what happened with Mia?” A frown appeared on Trent's face again at your words.

“What's even all that about?” He tried his best to hide any animosity in his voice but it didn't work from the way Jude and you looked at him with wide eyes.

“I asked your girl for advice to ask Mia on a date, nothing more mate.” You could tell Jude was being cautious with his words, fearing his friend would get the wrong idea.

Trent ran his hand on his face, “I know. This is stupid, sorry.”

You stayed silent and went to the kitchen telling the boys you had to clean it up to cover the fact you wanted to flee this weird atmosphere.

You stayed a while looking at your phone, and when you looked up you saw Jude and Trent in front of your front door talking together, your boyfriend's hand laying on Jude's shoulder before pulling him in a hug.

The younger boy noticed you staring, and winked at you with both his eyes before whispering something to Trent's ear, something that made him turn around to look at you with a smile. You quickly turned around pretending to be interested in something else to hide the fact you were caught red-handed pretty much spying on them.

When the door finally closed, Trent's hands found your waist and spun you around. You started speaking before he could try to himself. “I'm sorry for not telling you I was speaking with Jude, but I swea-”, Trent's lips on yours cut you off, you felt your shoulders relax from this action.

“No, I am sorry. This was stupid, I just really wanted to spend the day with you, only you, I mean. I actually love the fact that you get along with Jude, but I just don't want you to like his company better than mine y’know.” His words relieved you, your pointer finger booped his nose as he let a giggle escape his lips.

“Trent, don't be silly. I love hanging out with Jude but if I could, I would spend every single minute of my life with you. Now... should we start watching The Prisoner of Azkaban?”

Trent led you to your shared bedroom, fingers intertwined to snuggle under the sheets. The both of you perfectly content and satisfied with each other's company.

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[lewisvinga]

making a move | trent alexander arnold x fem! reader

summary; trent finally watched squid game years after its release only to find a special interest in a certain actress

fc; hoyeon jung

warnings; ?

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minkyungseokie @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri

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