#trent imagine

[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.

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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.

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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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[trentsixtysix]

Request: a late night drive with T and ”the color violet” is playing and y/n & Trent had just had an argument and he’s driving very fast- you can write it how you want it :)

The Color Violet

WARNINGS: Dangerous driving, Toxic/Manipulator Trent, Trent being mean ASF, mentions of sex

I am obsessed with this song + this request! I'm not the proudest of this but sorry it took so long + I apologise if this isn't your cup of tea <3 This also reminds me of that one Nate + Cassie scene

Word Count: 2.0k

Angst

'You just can't help yourself can you?' He reprimanded, taking a brief moment to glance at you whilst you tried to keep your patience in the passenger seat, letting him continue.

You were both on the way back from a friend's house, where all of your other friends were gathered, and for some reason Trent just couldn't stop annoying you.

It started off innocently; making a comment about how one of your friends looked nice in the outfit she was wearing; and you knew what game he was playing, he wouldn't stop until you were a jealous mess in front of them all.

You knew why - the pair of you hadn't made love in weeks due to him being away for the World Cup, and on top of that you’d been ignoring him lately as he only called you once during - it was his fault yet here you were facing the wrath of it. As much as you tried your best to ignore them, your blood was boiling when you saw how handsy they were with each other; helping each other around, him reaching the top cabinet for her whilst she obnoxiously complained of how short she was, and the way he purposely laughed at everything she said.

You thought you were past the point of childish behaviours like this, and what first started off as a joke had seriously hurt you at the end of the night, which is when you decided to take matters into your own hands.

Two can play at this game. You thought, deciding this was the perfect chance to try the same thing with one of your male friends before you all left; refusing to look away from his lips and smirking like an idiot as he pecked your cheek, playfully dancing with him maybe a little too sensually as music played, but no one knew about you and Trent, which meant he had to sit back and witness it without saying a word.

You knew Trent had seen it all, he was watching you both from the corner of his eyes, you could tell by the look on his face he was fuming, and the wink you gave him did not help the situation, causing Trent to grab you by your arm and drag you to the car.

'Get off of me!' You shrieked, internally giggling as you were glad he was as worked up as he had made you before.

'Shut your mouth Y/n, you're so drunk.' He complained, which was true as you probably wouldn't have acted that way sober, regardless, he was the sober one who did the same thing before.

'Why are you mad? Weren't you enjoying it in there with your girlfriend?' You mocked, anger returning to you as you rolled your eyes and turned the other way.

'You just can't help yourself can you?' He reprimanded, taking a brief moment to glance at you whilst you tried to keep your patience in the passenger seat, letting him continue.

Your phone had automatically connected, playing the last few songs from your playlist as you both bickered over them.

'So it's okay for you to do it?' You challenged.

'Do what? Be nice to a friend?' He said, laughing in disbelief.

'You knew exactly what you were doing Trent.'

'And you didn't? Could see the tent in that prick's pants from a mile away.'

'Nice to know at least someone is getting hard for me.' You slammed, jabbing at the fact you hadn't been touched since he left for the World Cup, the same World Cup you didn't go and visit him for - and in the one day he'd been back you still hadn't spoken properly with each other.

'Are you serious? You know how busy I am Y/n, don't be a fucking brat.'

'And I'm not busy? I always make time for us, for you.' You explained, starting to become a little annoyed at his dismissal.

'What us? You're the one who said we're nothing, you're the only girl I fuck and you know that so why does it matter?' He asked, a little brutally.

'I could ask you the same thing, why do you care who I dance with?' You wondered.

'Because you are mine regardless. It doesn't matter what I do because these girls don't matter to me, but I can't have another guy touch you as long as whatever this is, is going on.' He explained, the vein in his forehead becoming more prominent, and all you could do was chuckle at the audacity he had.

'You're a joke, I'm not yours, never have been and never will. You can ask her to sleep with you next time, or to cry to about your problems because I won't do it anymore.' You promised, eyes becoming teary now.

'It was just a bit of fun, you don't have to cry all the time.' He said.

'Wonder why I'm crying all the time? Tell me Trent, who's making me cry all the time?' You questioned, watching as he fell silent, not remorseful just annoyance on his face as he began to speed up, suddenly hitting you with a jolt as you were startled with the change of speed.

'Trent calm down.' You advised, placing your hand on his thigh as you watched the speedometer gradually get higher and higher, but instead of listening he turned the music all the way up, drowning you out.

'Okay that's enough now.' You added, feeling an uncomfortable pit form in your stomach, clutching the grab handle above you as you unknowingly dug your fingers into Trent's leg.

He simply stared away from the empty, isolated motorway and instead placed his eyes on you, watching you emotionless for a few moments as your fear was presumably extremely visible.

His face didn't give anything away about what was going through his mind, you weren't sure what he was thinking and were shocked he had you in this scenario in the first place; he always promised you he'd keep you safe, but lately everything he'd been saying had been turning out to be lies, and you knew at that moment this was out of your control, shutting your eyes as the car somehow managed to go faster wishing he’d look at the road in front of him - all whilst you were praying for the journey to end.

The only thing you could hear was the sound of cars flying past from the other side, your wheels gliding along the road and the song in the background on full blast; the song the two of you would listen to when he'd pick you up to stay the night, the one on your late night drives to McDonalds, and the song that would just instantly remind you guys of each other - The Color Violet.

'Trent please stop.' You begged, panic audible in your voice as he continued to ignore you, not even slowing down slightly even when you saw cars begin to surround you again, fearing the worst.

'Trent?!' You shouted, even though you knew how stubborn he was, and knew he wouldn't listen to you.

You'd pissed him off and you didn't even do anything; the two of you weren't even dating, and you'd stupidly been involved with him for the past year, hopeful of him to make it official with you but every time you thought you were close, you'd find out he'd flown out a new instagram model or took another girl home after a night out.

Despite the endless amounts of false hope he gave you, you couldn't find yourself to let him go, and he eventually swore off sex with anyone other than you, even if you weren't in a relationship. He wanted you without the responsibilities and connection that dating you would include, and although this upset you, you stayed quiet.

'Say something, just please slow down baby.' You urged, watching as you slimly missed the car in front of you as he swerved into another lane, seriously not knowing what the outcome would be as you began to whimper in fear slightly.

Your eyes were shut for the remainder of the journey, and you felt at peace when you were brought back to a normal speed, opening your eyes slightly to see familiar roads surrounding you, aware you were approaching Trent's home now.

He parked up on his drive, staying still for a moment as you both sat in silence, your heart still beating incredibly fast, which he knew as he could hear you trying to regulate your breathing.

You didn't want to stay with him tonight, if his actions weren't enough, his driving had scared you completely, but you weren't about to ask him to drop you off and spend any more time with him in a vehicle.

'Why are you looking at me like that?' He asked, genuinely concerned as you weren't sure what was going through his head the past 15 minutes.

'Come on, you don't actually think I would hurt you?' He asked, getting closer to you, caught off guard when you turned your head away from him.

'Y/n. I knew what I was doing, there's no way I'd actually let anything happen to you.' He explained, watching as you just left and walked up to his door, aware he would have to eventually follow you and unlock it for you.

You walked straight past him as he let you both in, trudging upstairs to the familiar home, the home which was practically yours at this point, and locked yourself in his bathroom to take your makeup off and got dressed into your sleeping clothes, taking a bit of time to decide what to do now, unsure if you’d stay the night.

When you returned he was in bed already, laying awake and springing up when he heard your footsteps.

'Can we talk?' He asked, noticing you were about to leave the room.

'Where are you going?' He pushed, whilst you ignored him.

'My uber is waiting.' You explained, calmly.

'Y/n, don't be like that.' He laughed, patronising you almost.

'I can't do this anymore, this whole night just put into perspective how exhausting this is Trent.' You sighed.

'This is exhausting for you?' He repeated, almost offended.

'I deserve someone that won't hide me, won't need to make me jealous. You didn't even let me cheer you on during the World Cup for God's sake.' You laughed, tired.

'You're serious? You agreed and said there was no need, that you wanted to be private.' He argued.

'Only because you said that first, you don't even have the guts to make me your girlfriend.'

'So that's what this is about? You're mad you're not my girlfriend when that was never the deal.' He confirmed, looking rather pissed off at you now.

'Just know that I've always cared about you, and that this was more than a hookup to me.' You told.

'Me too Y/n, I've told you things I've never told anyone before, opened up to you about things I wouldn't even admit to myself, you've always been special to me, why can’t you see that?’ He revealed, eyes welling up as you both stared at each other.

‘I do see that, and I love you-.’

‘And I love you back?!’ He emphasised, annoyed at you now.

‘I know you do, but you don’t let yourself show it, see how easy it is for you to argue with me right now?’ You told him, remaining calm.

‘If a label is what you're after then I can’t help you.' 'I'm sorry.' He said, missing your entire point but at the moment you were too over it to even argue with him; it was like talking to a brick wall.

'I better go then.' You sniffled, making your way down to the taxi, and the further you walked away from him the more you struggled to control your tears, eventually letting it all out as you got inside the car, not even attempting to compose yourself infront of the driver.

You took a deep breath, looking out of the car window and up to one of the lit windows of his house, seeing him sat there watching you, eyebrows furrowed and a tear falling from his eye as he watched you leave, before finally closing his curtains aggressively.

That was the last time you'd seen him, and you brought your emotions to a halt as you recognised the song playing in the car at this time of night, eyes closing in exhaustion as you just couldn't seem to escape The Color Violet.

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[calistrae]

trent alexander-arnold relationship headcanons

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pairing: trent alexander-arnold x gn!reader

warnings: smut under the cut! minors dni, suggestive language

notes: i'm in love with this man ugh

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dating trent alexander-arnold includes:

late night drives (for no reason at all)

just imagine music blasting through the speakers, his hand on your thigh while he gently grips it just right

he can read you like a book - knows exactly what you need, what you want and will make sure you have whatever it is that he can give you

kisses on the back of the hand!!!

he's definitely that quiet, maybe slightly shy guy

but at the same time, he's so considerate and supportive of everything you do

you come first, always and in any type of situation

whenever you're at his games, he will get that surge of electricity and if they win, he'll come running straight to you

love language is words of affirmation

and affirm is what he does

king of praise, literally

especially when he has you pinned down on the bed, his hand gently gripping the base of your throat while he hits the deepest spots he can reach, his words are like honey, his voice deep and gentle

"so good for me."

"right there, baby. be good and give me one more."

"you look so pretty for me."

he has the nastiest habit of wanting to do it on a yacht

as i said, you always come first

literally begs to give you head

and god, will he look pretty doing it

the hunger is insatiable and he'll never leave you unsatisfied. if you guys are in public, he will find a way to have you

dressing rooms, club toilets, the gym

loves to hear you scream his name, your fingers tightly buried into his dreads

he'll always be so sweet with aftercare - baths, cuddles

he will cook a whole 5-course meal if you ask him to

he would never forget to remind you how much he loves you and how beautiful he finds you

loves to have his head on your chest while cuddling

he's a sucker for back scratches

he's a bit clumsy and often times you have to look after him like a child if you don't want him to break anything

he loves to overstimulate you and will do so every opportunity he gets

dedicates playlists to you <3

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[swayziiwriter]

Congratulations | Trent Alexander-Arnold

summary: after Liverpool pull off a much needed victory against Manchester United you decide to extend an “innocent” congratulation to Trent.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

Trent let out a throaty moan, reaching his hands to grip the pillows on each side of your head.

He was thrusting into you relentlessly, the force of his hips snapping up into yours had you shaking. You had already came around his aroused cock, nails gripping into his back dragging down right before his ass. Trent was making you feel sensations you hadn't know were possible, the heat and close proximity between your bodies was dangerous. Clouding your judgement,

Liverpool had beaten Manchester United 7-0. What was supposed to be an innocent exchange of congratulations, ended with you under Trent, moaning his name out as he pounded you into the bed. It felt like Trent was everywhere. You could feel his hands roaming all over your body, sending you bursts of pleasure as his movements never faltered.

"So dirty for me" Trent groaned into your shoulder, biting down on the soft flesh lightly before licking the now red area. "You want this cock deeper?" he asked, it wasn't a real question. Trent was going to deeper with each thrust, your soaking core allowing him to slip back inside with no halts. Trent Brough his face down, burying it between your breasts as you pulled at his dreads.

Small beads of sweat dripping down from them as you continued to squirm, "so good- good Trent" you moaned out.

He lifted his head looking into your eyes as you begged for him to fuck you silly, praising his cock like it was the last time you would ever get it.

He smirked, the image of you begging for him would replay in his mind as he jerked himself off, wishing that it could it be yours hands and lips wrapped so tight around his cook

Trent hit your g-spot with a hard thrust, making your mind go blank as you let out a pornographic moan.

You clenched around him, feeling his cock twitch inside of you as Trent's body shuddered. Your hands went to his face, bringing it to level with your trying to figure out the reason for his subtle halt. "You feel so tight when you clench around me" he moaned, his strokes now slowing down becoming hard and long. "Like this?" you questioned clenching around his hard dick that was buried deep inside of your pussy, waiting for a release.

Trent's head fell to your chest, his breathing becoming uneasy as his eyes closed in pleasure. The sensation was overtaking his body, you took advantage of this. Trent was close, you could feel it as his cock twitched inside of you once again. You lifted your back arching to the side, prompting Trent to lift his head.

"Give it to me Trent, make me cum again" you begged giving him the push to speed up his movements again.

Speed up he did, your second orgasam washed over you before you even had the chance to tell Trent you were cumming. He felt your warm juice coat his dick, your hands reaching to his hair, tugging on his locks as Trent chased his high. He was so close, his cock begging for a release. So, you decided to give him some words of encouragement.

"Gonna cum in me?, fill me up Trent. Give it to me, cum in me Trent." you said tauntingly. Trent snapped his hips into you forcefully as you clenched around him, sending him cumming into your tight pussy. His warm seed painting your walls, you moaned to the feeling.

"Fill me up so good" was the last complete sentence you got out before Trent flipped your body to be laying on your chest. Running his cock up and down your ass, before sliding back into you dripping core.

You knew you were in for a long, steamy night with Trent.

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[corriganatheart]

Deepest Secret 🔞 Pt. II / Jude Bellingham x reader x Trent A. Arnold

Synopsis: Jude is your boyfriend's best friend and your biggest nemesis, but sometimes he shows his hate in ways that have you questioning his intentions.

Pairings: Jude Bellingham x fem! Reader x Trent A. Arnold

Genre: Enemies to lover, and Forbidden romance

Warning ⚠️: Cursing, mention of sexual contents 🔞

Baby❤️: Wanna grab dinner with me after practice?

Y/N: R we going to be alone?

Baby❤️: yes? Who else is going to be there?🤨

Y/N: IDK ur friends has been on my case about disappearing😅

Baby❤️: It’s only been four weeks…they’re being dramatic🙄

Y/N: yes ig it’s about time I get out of my woman cave.

Baby❤️: 😘 pick u up at 7:30!

You wore a sparkling champagne mini dress and tied your hair in a ponytail. Today, you wanted to focus on your boyfriend and show him how much you love him. The last few weeks, you focused mainly on yourself, leaving Trent in the dark, but he was patient enough to wait for you. You’ve not seen Jude since the club, but you’ve seen news of him with different women and his excellent performances. He was going big, and his career skyrocketed, which is more reason to avoid him. If someone were to discover the tension between the two of you, you wouldn’t be able to handle the consequences. Trent would question your intention, and the media will display you as the villain for breaking up their friendship.

“That dress looks so fucking sexy, baby,” Trent says as soon as he enters your room. You smile and playfully flip your hair as he leans against the door and admires you from afar. Trent has a key to your place, so he was allowed to go in and out, and he often comes with surprises. Like right now, he brought a bouquet of red roses and a black bag with the Chanel Logo on it. “Are you worried that this dress is too much?” You asked while pointing at your cleavage and your exposed legs. Trent casually shrugs, “wear whatever you want; I can fight.” You giggled at his perfect response before spraying perfume on yourself and walking towards your bed. “And you ask why people think you’re my sugar daddy,” you sarcastically said while grabbing the necklace box inside of the Chanel bag. You open the box to reveal a Chanel necklace; this is the newest one and the fifth one Trent bought you this year. “Spoiling you rotten turns me on,” Trent says and grabs the necklace out of the box to put it around your neck. “Weird kink,” you mumbled. He chuckled , and you feel his hot breath on your neck. “Only for you, though,” he whispers before gently kissing your neck.

“A getaway?” You asked. Trent nods as he rubs your thighs. “It’s a team bonding vacation, and we can bring our girls.” You hum because you don’t know what to say. If the whole team is there, Jude will be there, and you aren’t ready to face him yet. The last time you spoke, he hurt you badly, slut shaming you, etc. You’re sure he said all those nasty stuff without meaning, but it still hurts. Jude Bellingham hates you, and you hate him, and it will remain that way. “Marcus’s fiancé wants you there, and the others have been asking about you nonstop.” Trent squeezes your thighs, “and I want you there.” You sigh and place a hand on his, “I will think about it.”

When you arrive at the restaurant, you are surprised that your boyfriend booked the entire place. He even decorated it as you liked it, flowery and elegant. “Trent…this is just a normal date, right?” You grin while looking around. Trent places a hand on your hips and guides you to the table. “You know my girl deserves the best,” he mumbles and kisses your cheeks. You giggle and sit down on the chair that he has pulled out. “If anything, I think you’re trying to make me fall for you even more,” you said. Trent smirks and reaches for your hand. "When are you going to give me an answer, baby?" he asked, stroking your knuckles with his thumb. Your smile fades away, realizing he is asking you about moving in with him. You have tried to avoid that topic because you felt like you weren't ready yet, and after the encounters with Jude, your mind has been filling with sinful thoughts. "Trent, it has been two years since we dated," you mumbled. He chuckles and shakes his head, "babe, some people start moving in together only like a couple of months after meeting." He was right about that, so you couldn't argue. "You know I get messy sometimes," you muttered. "And I have a maid for that," he shrugs. You bite your lips, holding back the smile because this topic is serious, and Trent is not backing down. "I stay up late to work," you said. "And I can sleep in peace knowing you are typing next to me," he grins. You tilt your head back and laugh; gosh, he has to have the last word. "Sometimes I snore," you lied. Trent chuckles and brushes his thumb on your lips, "And I cherish those sounds, knowing that you're still here with me."

After dinner, Trent drove the both of you back to his place, or as he would call it, our place. You both drank a couple of drinks, you more than him because he had to drive. He talked about the projects he wanted to do for the place, so you felt more welcome. You were already welcomed, but Trent wanted you to decorate the place how you wanted, and he was willing to hire the best interior designer to help you. It was cute, husband material of him to think this through before asking you. But you were very hesitant, almost scared to want to move in with him because you knew Jude was always welcomed, and that was something your body and mind didn't need.

Ever since you felt the taste of Jude's lips, you have been dreaming nonstop about him and wanted those lips in other places. He had you worked up, and every night while lying in bed, you could only think of him. Even when kissing Trent, sometimes, your mind shifts to Jude. "That dress of yours is going to be the death of me," Trent whispers behind you while nibbling on your ears. You moan as you feel his hand trailing up your thighs. Trent knew your body, and he knew how to get a reaction out of you. This man was your match, and you shouldn't want anyone else; he was the perfect man for you. "I need you, naked baby," he mumbles and wasted no time zipping the strap. You felt your back exposed, and the dress silently fell onto the cold marble floor. Trent bites his lips as he stares at you in nothing but your bra and your thong. He grins as he twirls you around, whistling to himself. "Any man would be lucky to have you. Too bad you are already mine," he says before lifting your chin and bringing his lips onto yours. You moan from the way his mouth tastes. Rich alcohol with many fruity flavors, "I want to fuck you." You paused and clenched your brows. "Wait," you said and slightly pushed Trent's chest. He looks down at you with lust and frustration. "What did you just say?" you asked nervously. Trent frowns, confusion written all over his face. "I didn't say anything, baby," he says. You close your, realizing you just imagined Jude's voice and words. It also disgusted you that it turned you on, and you could feel yourself getting wet. "I'm sorry," you mumbled. "I'm just tired." Trent smiled, but there was definitely annoyance on his face. It has been a while since you guys had sex, and you kept denying him, leaving him to think he wasn't enough. "It's okay, babe. Come on, I'll start a warm bath for you."

1 Month Later

Jude stares at your timid form from afar. He didn't think you would come, but you did. Today all of you were going to Bora Bora to have a team bonding trip, but really, it was a free vacation for the team and their significant others. Everyone brought their girlfriend, wives, and a date. Jude did the same. He brought one of the hottest models out there, and he does plan on getting in bed with her, especially since you'll be there. It has been a while since he last saw you or spoke to you, but it has been every day since you were haunting him in his bed, showers, mind, and dream. You were a drug that he couldn't get rid of, and he hasn't even tasted you.

"I'm hearing wedding bells coming soon. Y/N finally moved in with Trent, and the next thing you know, they'll have a mini Alexander Arnold running around," Marcus says with a smile. Jude glares at the back of Marcus's neck, and Harry notices it and rolls his eyes. "Don't tell me you still think she has evil intentions." The model next to him and the others surrounding him all turned to him. "I think she's annoying as fuck," he said with disgust. Most of his teammates groaned and said some curse words under their breath while the model just laid her head on his shoulder. "Don't worry, babe," she mumbles, "I will make sure you have the best time there." Jude just sits there, eyes bored, as he continues to stare at you. You haven't looked at him once since you step foot into the private plane, and he finds that very agitating.

“Hey, we get to stay across from one another!” Jude chirped loud enough for you to hear. You glance over at him and Trent, noticing how they are excited to be experiencing this trip with one another. You then look over at the girl that came along; she is extremely beautiful and has the best body. Insecurity dwelled upon you after noticing how she also looked at Trent, full of lust and excitement. “That girl got to go,” Lucia, Marcus’s fiancé, said disgustingly. “I saw her also making sexual gestures towards Marcus, and he also feels uncomfortable.” You shake your head and turn away from the view, “it’s Jude’s date; let him handle it.” Lucia follows you into your designated room; she is determined to bring that girl down. “I mean, come on, Jude only brought her here for one thing, and now she wants to get with all of our men.” You chuckle and start unpacking your bags. “Our men have a voice; they can turn her down. She’s Jude’s date; we can’t just tell her to leave,” you shrugged. Lucia groans and stomps out of the room.

The afternoon was filled with you hanging your outfits in the closet and Trent spending time with his best friend. He had asked you several times to come and relax with him and Jude, but you had kindly declined and made the excuse that you didn’t want to get into an argument. “I see you’re still avoiding Jude,” Harry says after he catches you sneaking to the juice bar. “I’m not avoiding anyone,” you said. Harry smirks and orders his drink. “How’s the move-in with Trent?” He asked. You grab your drink and sit on the stool. “I have spent so much time there, so it’s nothing new. We plan on fixing up the place a little, though,” you said. Harry nods and proceeds to update you on his life. As he talked, your eyes drifted to where Jude, Trent, and Jude’s date was. Jude and Trent are sitting on the edge, legs dangling in the water, whereas the model is in the water showing off her body. You clench the drink, upset that the girl does not respect your relationship. But you appreciate that Trent was showing her no interest.

“Wonder how long that’s going to last,” Saka walks up to you while staring at the model. “I say tomorrow he sends her home,” Harry shrugged. You shake your head, lips twitching because that excited you. “Shit!” A loud splash causes all three of you to turn in their direction. Trent was now in the water, and the model was giggling. “What was that for?” Trent asked annoyance in his voice. “Play with me!” The girl chirped and started splashing water into his face. You frowned and immediately tossed your cup in the trash can before stomping towards them.

“Trent!” You called, causing everyone to turn to you. You bent down and held your hand for him, and you felt Jude intensely staring at you. “Thanks, baby girl,” Trent said and reached for your hands. You help your man get back on the wooden steps and glare at the girl. She continues to act blind to your relationship, and it was getting on your nerve. Why wasn’t Jude doing anything? She came as his date, and he deliberately let her flirt with his best friend. “Come on, I’ll help you,” you offered, but Trent shook his head. “I’ll be fine. I’ll go take a quick shower and come out in 15,” he says and places a kiss on your temple before walking to your room. Saka and Harry excused themselves, and the girl followed after them with her wet bikini.

You stood there frozen, realizing you should’ve run after the others because now it was only you and Jude. Who’s idea was it to leave you two alone? Everyone knew how much you despise one another. You gulped when you realized he was staring at you, and you were nearly half naked, in a bikini with a sheer wrap knot cover-up skirt. “Nice weather, aye?” Jude asked while sipping on his drink. You looked down at him and immediately gushed at the sight of his muscles and abs. It has been a while since you saw Jude, and gosh, he was more handsome than ever. “It’s bora bora; I hope so,” you shrugged and decided it wouldn’t hurt to sit next to him; besides, you guys were out in the open. What could go wrong?

You swing your legs in the water as Jude stares at your thighs, then your chest, and then your bottom. His body tense before he rapidly sips his drink. You also took the opportunity to check him out, and you felt yourself getting warmer. This was the exact reason why you’ve been avoiding him. He was everything your body wanted but couldn’t have. Jude cleared his throat, catching you off guard, “Y/N, about last time I-“ you immediately stopped him by holding up a finger. You don’t like to discuss anything from the past, especially now that you’ve taken the next step with Trent. “I have moved on from it. Nothing to discuss anymore,” you said. The disappointment on Jude’s face was evident to the point where he got up and left you alone. You sighed, realizing you must’ve hurt his feelings, but it was the right thing to do. You are with Trent, and there’s no one else more perfect than him.

Jude sips on his cocktail as his date grinds on his dick. He was hard, not because of her ass, but because of how you swayed your hips. You were a real piece of a woman in that tight little dress of yours and the way you knew how to work that body. Jude told himself before dinner that he would keep it together and only focus on his hot date, but after you entered the beach, he knew was fucked. “Come on, babe, let’s go dance,” the girl says as she continues to roll her hips on him. Jude doesn’t respond; he continues watching you from afar while sipping on his beer. “I brought all sorts of toys for us to use,” his date says, “gosh, I have been waiting for this.” The image of him using all sorts of sex toys on a girl should be enough to leave, but he wasn’t affected by this girl. She was perfect with a hot body and a nice face, but still, the sight of you dancing affected him more than fucking his date. Jude lays his head back on the chair and groans when you start grinding on one of the other girls. He was so fucking hard for you, and if he didn’t get a taste of you, he probably would die from a hard-on. “Want me to fix that for you, baby?” His date asked while leaning back to touch his dick. Jude glances at you and notices you staring at where his date is feeling, and he doesn’t miss the glare you send her way. Satisfied with the reaction, Jude smirks, realizing the temptation was also there for you.

You shouldn’t have drunk this much, but it was a vacation, and your emotions were everywhere. Jude was a bastard for taunting you with his date. Ever since you showed up in that sexy dress on purpose, you didn’t miss how his eyes hungrily followed you. And you can’t deny it, but you liked it. Jude was a temptation, one of the greatest ones. And it was even worse than your boyfriend is here, getting drunk with his friends while you are eyeing his best friend. “Bitch I’m leaving; I want some dick,” Lucia whispers in your ear before running off with Marcus. You chuckle and continue to drink your margarita while glaring at the way Jude’s date is grinding on his dick. You then look over at Trent, who is just chatting it up with some of the guys, and for some reason, you want to dance with Jude more than Trent. It was a sinful thought, and you hated yourself for letting that get in the way of your happiness. Frowning, you walk off to find some peace from everyone.

“Like I said, you shouldn’t be swimming while you are drunk,” he says as he sits on the edge, his legs dangling into the water. You turn to look at Jude, he doesn’t look as drunk, but he has a bottle of tequila in his hand and is chugging it as he drowns in the way you look in the clear water. You were gorgeous in that sexy dress, and he doesn’t think he’ll be able to control himself any longer. “You would like that wouldn’t you?” You asked and slowly lifted your dress while staring into his eyes. Jude chugs the wine as he watches the white bikini underneath your dress coming into view. You don’t break eye contact as you toss the clothing next to him. “Look at you,” he sighs while staring from head to toe. You smirked, “you can look but can’t touch.” Jude chuckles, and he lifts his beach shirt before jumping into the water.

You scoot away from him and take in his body, he looks more muscular than the last time, and there are some visible scars from training. “You can touch me everywhere,” he mumbles. Your body was heating up and reacting in sinful ways. You could get caught any minute and ruin your life, and you can’t guarantee that Jude will have your back. “Your girlfriend wouldn’t like that,” you muttered, but your hand was flinching from wanting to touch him. “She’s not my girlfriend. She’ll be gone in the next minute if you want.” You smiled at that, but it quickly faded because it wasn’t fair for anyone. You’re the one in the relationship, and you should be loyal, but the temptation and tension were too much to bear. “My boyfriend. He’s your best friend, and he’ll get hurt.”

Jude hears the hesitation in your voice, but he knows you want it as much as he does. So he scoots closer to you, only a couple of inches between you. “He doesn’t need to know. It’ll be our little secret,” Jude whispers. You gulped and timidly reached out to touch his chest. He lets out a relieved sigh and closes his eyes from the touch; gosh, you were so soft. “Did you miss me?” He asked while leaning down. “Did you think about me?” He asked again as he reached down and cupped your pussy. “Because every time I fucked, I cum thinking of you.” And that was it, you were a goner.

Jude lifts you as he kicks the door close and locks it. Everyone was now half passed out and drunk and was already asleep. The resort was empty and quiet; no one around to even know what the two of you were up to. Trent was passed out in your room, whereas Jude’s date went off with another guy. It was a win-win situation because this gave you time to relieve the sexual tension between the two of you. “Slow down,” you mumbled as Jude lifted you against the door and kissed you roughly. “Fuck no!” He growls. “I have wanted to fuck the moment I laid eyes on you. There is no way I’m holding back.” You have no words to say, so you just let him devour your mouth as his hands roam every part of your body like he would die if he didn’t. “I need to take you now,” he whispers and gently lays you down on the bed. You hurry towards the headboard and watch as he slowly removes his pant and boxer. Your mouth gasps at the view in front of you.

Jude was perfect in every way, and it has come to you that even Trent couldn’t get your heart rate beating this fast. You feel yourself drowning as he climbs onto the bed and unhooks your top, and rip off your bottoms. When the both of you are naked, you admire one another’s bodies, memorizing the image like it would be the last. “Gosh, you have no idea how long I have been dreaming of this,” he said almost painfully. Jude pulls out the nightstand drawer and reaches for a condom. There was only one in the drawer. You glared at it, and he chuckled, “the only person I was going to fuck was you,” he said. He then rips the condom with his mouth, and you watch him roll the rubber on. Jude smiles down at you and takes your mouth into his. The kiss wasn’t sexual; it was passionate, like he wanted to prove something. “Keep me as a secret all you want, as long as I get to have you,” he says. And the whole night, Jude proves to you how much he meant it.

You groan and feel an arm pull you into a hug. Your body ached severely, and only you and another person knew why. You open your eyes to see Trent staring at you; with the cutest smile. “Morning, baby,” he says. You smile, “morning, babe.” Trent then pulls the blanket off and grins at the sight of the hickeys on your neck and chest. You foolishly allowed him to think it was from him and smile back. “Thank god for this vacation.”

As promised, Jude sent his date back home, and for the next couple of days, you pretended nothing happened, acting like you hated one another. But at night, when everyone was dead asleep, you would sneak into Jude’s room and do all sorts of sinful stuff. The both of you would remind one another that this would be the last, but it was a cycle that never ended. Jude was lusting after you, and you were too. It was in his nature to be competitive, but he was ok with being your deepest secret, and even though you hated yourself afterward, you were ok with letting him stay while he was inside of you. It was a secret that could never be revealed, and will live inside of you forever.

You shifted uncomfortably and glared at sleepy Jude next to you. You then turn to your boyfriend, who has his head on the window, also sleeping. The seating arrangement became slightly awkward because two other people decided also to take your designated plane back. Trent volunteered for Jude to sit next to him, but neither you nor Jude liked the window seat, so the arrangement ended up with you sitting between the best friends. From everyone’s perspective, you two hated the arrangement, and that’s why Jude had his headphones on and was asleep, but as your hands, intertwined with his underneath the blanket, you could only imagine how uncomfortable and shocked everyone would be if they discovered that you two likes one another. Both you and Jude were a fool for acting like this, but no one should know, and no one will know as long as neither of you falls in love. It will be a selfish secret that will go on until one of you step away. And you’re sure Jude will once the phase is over; he’ll get bored of you and move on and won’t even remember this ever happened.

“I love you, baby,” Trent says and kisses your forehead. You chuckled and laid your head on his shoulders. You smiled and reassured yourself that everything would be ok. “I love you too,” you mumbled and, for a second, felt a shiver run down your spine. You open your eyes and tilt to look at Jude, but he is still asleep while his hands are intertwined with yours underneath his blanket. Feeling wary, you close your eyes again and try to relax, but even while sleeping, you can still feel Jude’s eyes watching you, like he has another plan for you. Like you have fallen into his trap.

Part III

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A Whisper Of Hope

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Chapter 1

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The rain lashed heavily against the pavement as I raced to be on time for my new job. I wasn’t normally a superstitious person but sleeping through the five alarms I had neurotically put on last night combined with the harsh rain beating down my haphazardly curled hair felt like a bad omen. I knew I should have used those precious minutes eating breakfast instead of trying to look nice, but I wanted to make a good impression for the first day at my dream job. Since I was young, I had watched every Liverpool game with my father, I felt my throat tighten thinking about what this would have meant to him. I stared up at Anfield in wonder, the lump in my throat as large as the looming stadium, its lights a shining lantern in the otherwise grey sky. It wasn’t that I believed this job could heal my broken heart. But if I was being honest, there was a part of me that held on to a thread of hope that everything I had been looking for could be found there. 

I reached into my blue Goyard tote for a claw clip and as I twisted my arms to put my wet hair in a bun, I felt my arm make impact with a hard chest. I stiffened and instinctively twisted on my heels watching in slow motion as a phone fell to the ground with a deafening crack. His phone. It became hard to breathe as I looked from the smashed phone to the owner of the muscled chest and saw Trent Alexander Arnold looking down at me with fury in his eyes.  

“Are you going to carry on staring at me or are you going to apologise for smashing my phone?” There was no humour in his voice, just pure simmering anger. I was planning on apologising but hearing that tone made me equally mad. “Maybe you shouldn’t shove into innocent bystanders with your hard chest” I snapped.  

He placed a strong tanned hand on his chest mockingly and said, “Aw you think I have a hard chest? Thanks for noticing I've been working out.” 

I rolled my eyes so hard I could almost see heaven in my peripheral vision. “It wasn’t a compliment. You’ve probably bruised my arm and now I'm late for my first day at work.” 

His eyes glittered with humour as he leant down to pick up his phone. “So, how are you planning on reimbursing me for my phone?” 

“You can’t be serious! Millionaire footballer asking a humble minimum wage worker to buy you a new phone when it was your fault it broke anyway? That’s a PR nightmare waiting to happen.” 

My breath caught in my throat as he met my gaze and smiled softly. “You know who I am?” 

I raised an eyebrow and looked pointedly to the billboard outside the stadium where his picture sits proudly, “I mean it’s kinda hard not to when you’re watching me from up there.” 

“That guy has dreads, I don’t. It could easily be my brother.” 

“I’ve seen your brother, he got the good genes.” Before he can answer, I turn and race to the entrance with a shadow of a smile ghosting my lips. I may be late, but I have a good feeling about this year. 

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Heyy can I request something soft and calm with Trent when u have a very bad day so he tries to make you happy to stay home with you on a rainy and cold day🥹

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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Trent Alexander-Arnol x Female Reader

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 : 1.8k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: I don't watch Liverpool so I wasn't too sure of Trent's personality, but I did my best as always! I also tweaked your request a bit so I hope you do not mind ((: I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN, Ive finished 4/7 request that I currently have and will schedule them to be posted throughout the week so be on the look out for your request c: <33 ♥

The sound of thunder rumbles in the distance as you sit at your desk, surrounded by textbooks, notes, and a dimly lit lamp. The rain is pouring down outside, pattering against the windowpane like an incessant drumbeat. You've been studying for hours, but the information just doesn't seem to be sticking. You read a page of notes, and it seems like the words are just jumbled letters on a page. You try to remember the names of the bones in the human body, but they all blur together in your mind. You continue to review the information, trying different study techniques like creating flashcards, drawing diagrams, and taking practice quizzes. But the more you try, the more frustrated and stressed you become. You take a deep breath and try to focus, but your mind keeps drifting. You got this you got this, you think to yourself. You start to feel a knot in your stomach as the realization sets in that you might not be ready for this exam. You try to reassure yourself that you've studied as much as you can, but the fear of failure creeps in. As you delve into your notes, lightning flashes in the sky, illuminating the room for a split second before disappearing just as quickly. The flicker of light startles you for a moment, but you quickly regain your composure and return to your studies. As the morning goes on, you become more and more exhausted, both mentally and physically. You're running out of time, and the pressure is building. You want to cry, scream, or just give up. But you know that you can't afford to do any of those things. You have to push through and keep studying, even if it feels like it's all for nothing.You began studying at six in the morning, and it is now three o'clock. Since you are studying for your current class, Anatomy and Physiology, Trent has not bothered you because he understands how important it is for you to be by yourself so you can concentrate. After all, majoring in Sports medicine is not the easiest thing in the world. 

Trent yells, "Babe," and lifts his fist to knock. After a little wait, there was no response. He knocks once more, this time slightly louder, but there is still no answer. When he gently opens the door, he sees you seated in the desk chair with papers all over the place and your head down against the textbook. 

You do not hear Trent as you are too lost in your mind so feeling his hand touch your shoulder causes you to jump up and quickly turn your head. Just by the way you are looking at him he could tell something was wrong. You are always beaming with light, Trent would say if someone asked him to describe you, your smile could light up the whole room. Your eyes are always so lovingly that each time you would look into his eyes, it would cause his heart to tug. But right now, you have a slight frown on your face and your eyes are droopy. You look up into his eyes as he stares down at you, analyzing. You see he is wearing a black tracksuit and has his futebol bag in his hand, “Oh you came in to tell me you are heading out for practice? Have fun,” you give him a small smile as if you are feeling okay, and of course Trent does not buy it. When it is raining, or in this case thunderstorming, they usually practice inside so it is no surprise that he still is about to head out. You are about to turn around, but then hear him speak, “Did you eat yet?” You shake your head no, “I haven't had time…. Or should I say I don't feel the need to?” “Didn't you say the exam is on Friday?,” he questions, causing you to nod your head. Today is Monday, but of course anatomy is not something you can just study at the last minute in hopes to pass the test. He stares at you for a few minutes, before dropping his bag and grabbing your hand. “Come on, you've been studying all morning and it is draining you.” As he grabs your hand to pull you out of your seat you begin to protest,”But Trent I-” “You will be fine. You studied today, and you can continue to study more tomorrow. But, Don't try to study all day because that's when your brain goes into overdrive… Plus I don't think the thunderstorm is helping you right now,” and as if on cue- a loud roar of thunder can be heard. You sigh, nodding your head, giving in. He smiles as he takes you out of the study room, bringing you into the living room and notions for you to sit down on the couch. He picks up the remote from the coffee table, handing it to you, “Pick out a movie for us to watch and I will be right back.” You are about to question where he is going, but he is already quickly leaving the room. You bite your bottom lip, exhaling a deep sigh as you mentally give in and try to destress yourself. You begin to flip through Netflix to try and find a movie for you two to watch.

Meanwhile, Trent stood in the kitchen, staring at the open fridge, trying to decide what to make for you since you more than likely have not eaten yet. He knew he wanted to make something fulfilling, yet light on the stomach. He scanned the shelves, looking for inspiration. He saw some fresh vegetables, a carton of eggs, and some cheese. He decided to make you a vegetable omelet, as he knew you loved them.He quickly chopped up some onions, peppers, and mushrooms, and sautéed them in a pan. Then he whisked some eggs in a bowl, added a splash of milk, and poured them into the pan. As the omelet started to set, he sprinkled some cheese on top and folded it over. He plated the omelet, along with a side of fresh fruit and some toast. He also poured a glass of orange juice, knowing it was your favorite.Trent carries the breakfast to the living room, where he sees you sitting on the couch, looking stressed and tired. He presents you with the plate, and a warm smile.

"Here you go, my love," he said. "I made you a vegetable omelet, just the way you like it." The aroma from the food fills your nostrils, instantly making your stomach grumble to remind you just how hungry you unconsciously are. You smile as you grab the plate from him, thanking him, and instantly grab the fork to begin to eat. Trent sits down beside you, watching you intently as you savor each bite of your meal. He couldn't help but admire your beauty, from the way your hair cascaded down your shoulders to the way your eyes sparkled in the light. As you take another bite, Trent's mind begins to wander. He thought about all the times you two had spent together, laughing, talking, and just being with each other. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have such an amazing girl in his life. Lost in his daydream, Trent didn't even notice when you finished your meal and looked up at him. "What are you thinking about?" you ask, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. Trent blinks, snapping out of his reverie. "Oh, nothing," he replies sheepishly, feeling a flush rise to his cheeks as his smile never leaves his face,allowing his dimple to peek through, "I was just admiring how beautiful you are.". "Oh hush you are soooooo cheesy!,” You laugh, shaking your head, “Thank you for the food baby," you say, leaning to give him a quick kiss. Trent feels his heart swell with love for you as he pecks your lips. As you browse Netflix once more, you lean against his side and put your arm around his. "Let's watch Scary movie 2," you suggest. Trent releases his arm from your grasp and wraps it around you so that your head can rest on his chest as you continue to speak, "It's dumb but it's funny." Trent leans his head against yours as you click on the movie. He kisses the top of your head, "Anything for you, love.” He tells you to wait a second before stepping away from you once more just as you are about to start the movie. He then stands up and walks through the hallway. A short while later, he returns, with a blanket and a bowl of popcorn, saying, "Alright, I'm ready now."

When the movie is over, you decide to just have a "movie day" and keep binge-watching films.

Now halfway through the second movie, you and Trent are cuddled up on the couch wrapped in the cozy blanket he brought prior . The TV's quiet hum and the pelting rain on the windows from the storm that is forecast to last all day were the only sounds coming from the living room. As a result of feeling so calm and at ease in Trent's arms, you start to feel quite exhausted. He watches as you snuggle closer to him,your head resting on his chest, and he feels a wave of tenderness wash over him. He knows school has been stressing you out lately, with exams and assignments piling up, and he wants nothing more than to take care of you. He ran his fingers gently through your hair, soothing you as you closed your eyes and relaxed. Trent feels a deep sense of responsibility towards you. He wants to be there for you, to support you in every way possible, and to make sure you know how much you mean to him. As he looks down at you, he knows that he is willing to do anything to make you happy. He begins to think about all the little things he could do to make you feel better in times like this - make you breakfast in bed tomorrow, send flowers to your university to surprise you, etc. He knew that these small gestures could make a big difference and help you feel loved and supported during this stressful time. He hugs you tightly as you snuggle even closer.  He knows that he will always be there for you, no matter what. He vowed to himself the day he asked you out that he will take care of you, to support your dreams, and to be your partner in everything you both do. And as he looks down at your angelic sleeping state, he feels grateful for every moment you two have shared and looks forward to a future filled with love, laughter, and cuddles on the couch.

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[mchlgayser]

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ft trent alexander-arnold

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: It's been over a year since you and Trent started dating but over time you found out the untold truth.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst / ✸

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(s): mention of relationship break-up, language, rebounding, blood, and drinking

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: I got this idea from my lil sis (who unintentionally give me the idea, I will creds her later with some mcds) I love the overall plot tbh, let me know what you guys think about this one!

(( my navigations ))

It was past midnight when you woke up from your sleep due to the loud sound downstairs. You look around to see no sign of Trent's assuming it must be him. You rush downstairs seeing him curling near the countertop with glasses all over him. There are also trickles of blood on his hand and the floor.

You didn't wait for a second and flew to where he is, crouching near him but far enough from the shattering pieces of glass 'Are you alright?' You asked him and help him up to wash the wound on his palm. He was quiet. Not bother to talk back but silence.

You give him a glass of water whilst you did his hand bandaging and putting ointment to reduce pain but not once did he wince or moan in utter discomfort.

You get him back to bed tucking him in and kissing his head 'I'll go and clean the glass, you should sleep.' You assure him as he smile lazily before he scooted away from your view and rests.

Another day, you woke up again from your sleep due to the loud knocking noise. You mindlessly walk there and scan through the peephole to see Trent, outside.

'Oh, my God!' A strong smell of alcohol fills up your nostrils, his eyes hooded and stained, was he crying? You thought, 'You are drunk! Ouch!' You had a hard time moving him that you didn't notice the table and hit your back, hard.

You push him onto the couch and get him a painkiller whilst caressing your aching back 'Here, consume this.' He did as you said and chugged down the water in one go 'Where've you been? You were out all day, you didn't bother to call back either...'

'I...' He started, you slowly lift your head to meet his sleepy gaze, and he smiles 'I... Missed you...' You huff, and slowly his hand reaches out for your cheek, stroking it. You close your eyes and smile through tears, it's been a while since he told you that.

'I missed you, Ash.' A part of your heart left shattering in despair. That name, you knew who she was. It was Trent's ex-girlfriend. The one that left him for another guy. The one that you despise so much for making Trent always feel hopeless. The girl you thought you won against after bonding a relationship with Trent, after proving to him that you can treat him better than she did.

Your body slumped to the ground, eyes moistening with hot tears, your boyfriend, the one with who you promised a forever life span, betrayed you.

'What's wrong?' He questioned, trying to get up 'Love?' You push him back 'You should rest, you must be so tired.' You get up and left immediately.

Weeks had passed, and you and Trent are still together, mentally. Both of you are just not with each other anymore, he sleeps in the guest room and you in your shared room. He eats breakfast and then left, you did too. It's just, nowhere. This relationship is pointless. You are devastated, not knowing what to say, and instead, ignore him. Not seems like a really big problem because he did ignore you too. You wanted to break off, of course, you do.

But you are out of words, clearly not knowing what to do or say.

Today is no different from the rest except for a few guests coming over. Trent had invited his friends over for a night's game or whatever they called it. It was four when the doorbell chimed and came in one by one. They greeted you before following Trent to the living room and playing the video station.

'Are you lot don't want anything? I can grab chips and make your drinks?' Trent insisted but they are otherwise, you smile at them and walk into the kitchen once again.

'So how's the relationship going?' You heard one of his friends ask, and you see Trent avert his head towards him 'Great, we two have been off lately but that's it, we'll get better.' He shrugs and continues playing 'So you are saying she doesn't know yet? About you...'

Trent give him a look 'No. She doesn't know about it.'

'About what?' His other friends ask getting intrigued 'You know, just him playing with her to get over the previous chick but look like the plan failed!' His friends laugh 'Come on, you told us she got everything, her eyes, her features overall, form yada-yada-yada. Still not able to get over that bitch?'

'Hey, don't say anything about her... Whatever.' He slumps his head on the couch and sighs 'It's hard you know, Y/n just... I don't think she fits the role. It's hard to explain but she's different from Ashley. I think I might break things off sooner than I thought...?' They all laugh like it was something amusing

You get out of your hiding spot and place the tray on the coffee table harsher than you intend, and force a smile out of your lip 'Please, enjoy.'

His friends are in all day, and you've been in your room just sitting on the bed with suitcases ready full of your stuff. You didn't want to leave, obviously not in front of them. You're gonna wait until they fled. The clock strike at ten when the sound of the door opens and closes.

Their footsteps decreased, and you sighed holding onto your trembling hands and getting the suitcases. Trent had just entered the room when you were about to leave 'What the fuck! Where are you going?' You bump your shoulder past him without any more words 'Y/n, I'm talking to you!' He takes your hand in his 'I'm leaving Trent.'

'What, why?'

'What you mean, why? Didn't you say you might break things off with me soon or later? I'm making things easier for you! I mean, after all, I'm not the perfect role to play Ash either!' He was still holding it as you push it away 'You should stop pretending and play nice, I'm done anyway. You know it's nice while it lasts.'

You fish your hand inside your pocket and hand to his palm the ring, the promise ring he gave you on your 100th day together. A simple diamond ring he gifted you just as how you gifted him with your presence.

'I'm going now, I hope we don't cross paths in the future.' The last utterances you spoke to him were going to haunt him for the rest of his life.

I mean he should feel burden-free now, should he? After all, this is what he wants. To get rid of you and find the other perfect girl to keep him entertain to get rid of his feelings, so why does he feel heavy? A heavy sensation lingered inside his chest. This is not how it is supposed to be. You should be the one to feel distressed and not him.

So why, why does he feel the urge to run after you and apologize over and over.

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[cherryxcadbury]

Idk if you write for TAA but I thought in which you’re famous maybe like a writer or idk. Not model or singer, something different because people are delighted that he didn’t choose a “fake” girl, because you’re smart and show in his games every time you can.

this is my oldest request, from almost a year ago. apologies anon.

y/n-your name

2nd person pov

Post match meant time to celebrate and relax. Usually anyways.

It was Sunday, the day after the champions league final, where Liverpool had lost to Real Madrid.

Since then, all the WAGs, players, and coaching staff had made it home from Paris.

And currently, a smaller group of you were gathered around the sitting room of the Van Dijk’s home. Virgil and his wife Rike, stood ready to get whatever anyone needed as hosts.

Captain Jordan Henderson & his wife Rebecca were seated, squished on a small seat.

Andy Robertson, your boyfriend’s best friend was on the floor with a beer in hand, with his wife Rachel seated right behind him on a chair.

As for you and Trent, you two were seated on a slightly smaller sofa, squished, but content.

Usually Mo and his wife, who you’d spent lots of time talking to, managed to find time to come to these gatherings but their daughter had fallen ill.

“I just dunno how the fans will receive us.” Jordan confessed, with his head in his hands.

“If I were a fan I’d want to physically assault myself after yesterday.” Andy groaned.

“I fucked up bad.” Trent mumbled into your ear.

You lightly slapped his knee, telling him not to think such thoughts.

“Heads up guys. We win as a team, we lose as a team.” Virgil comforted everyone.

“You lot have got the FA cup parade tomorrow. That’s something to look forward to.” Rachel brought up, trying to add cheer to the conversation.

“Not the same as a champions league trophy.” Trent groaned.

Rebecca stood up, beckoning Rike & Virgil to sit down.

“We need to change the topic guys. If we keep talking about the defeat you guys are going to moping all the way until next season and into the World Cup.” She suggested.

“So change of topic anyone?” Andy asked, taking another swig of his beer.

“How about that Y/N’s latest book has just won a Pulitzer Prize.” Trent offered the newest bit of information.

You whipped your head in his direction. You hadn’t thought that he’d remember or had even noticed with all of the matches and finals going on.

When your eyes met Trent’s, all you could see in his face was pure love and joy.

“I’m so so proud of you.” He said into your ear.

Your heart swelled with happiness. You felt on top of cloud nine despite yesterday’s events in Paris.

“Y/N that’s amazing!” Virgil exclaimed.

“Was it Life as We Know it?” Rachel asked, referring to the novel of yours which had been an international success in the last year.

You nodded, “Yeah that was it.”

“I need to tell the team.” Jordan got out his phone and started texting rapidly.

You blushed, these very public gestures always made you feel shy. Shy but appreciated.

“This calls for a toast. Let me help with the drinks.” Rebecca, Rike, and Virgil made their ways to the kitchen to get some more wine and beer.

“WOOOO Y/N IS THE BEST WRITER EVER!” Andy’s hands shot up in the air and he started dancing around.

You and Trent looked over at each other. You tried to hide your laughter by snuggling into his chest, but it was impossible.

Andy was Andy. The loud, hilarious Scotsman.

*** “A toast. To Y/N. For making our dark days, brighten with some light.” Trent raised his glass, as the others followed.

You did the same, giving everyone a grateful smile, especially Trent.

You looked at everyone around you, they were happy yes. But as you squinted further you could still see the sad looks in their eyes. The stinging pain of the loss didn’t just go away like that.

“Thank you guys. I appreciate it, I really do. But it’s okay to feel bad for yourselves you know. A champions league final is a big thing. You can’t just get over it in less than twenty four hours. Don’t let me be the reason you have to suppress your emotions.” You told them honestly.

“The channels did say that you guys had quite a few things you needed to work on.” Rike responded.

“The different in caliber between us and Madrid was incredibly large.” Jordan agreed.

“Let’s hear them then.” Trent started.

“Y/N. You go first. You always have the best insight and you never share it with anyone except us.” Rachel began, gesturing to her, Rike, and Rebecca.

Trent shared a knowing smile with you. He knew how analytical you were. How easy it was for you to immediately spot the flaw in the lineup and what’s substitutions needed to be made.

“Well,” You sighed.

This wasn’t going to be easy. There was a lot.

“Your defense was lacking for the majority of the match. When they finally stepped up, it was too late. You guys didn’t press enough until the match was basically over. And essentially, you let yourself be outplayed. It didn’t help that Courtois was a wall of steal either.” You explained.

“You have a good back line for the most part. Just need to strengthen the weak areas, like tracking back. And as for up front, you need to work on converting those shots.” You finished.

“This is better insight than what Klopp gave us yesterday.” Jordan murmured.

“I’m texting everything you said to him right now. Thank you so much YN.” Virgil smiled, his thumbs rapidly moving on his smartphone screen.

Trent drew close to you and pressed a kiss against your cheek.

“My beautiful, intelligent girl. I’m so so lucky to have you.” He whispered into your ear.

“Thank you for mentioning the Pulitzer Prize. I thought you’d forgotten to be honest.” You confessed.

He rested his forehead against yours.

“You’re too incredible for me to forget anything about you. You’re on my mind every second of everyday.” Trent smiled at you.

“You guys are gross.” Andy furrowed his eyebrows at you and Trent, a small smile playing on his lips.

this is a bit of a mess. thank you for bearing w me

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[trentlvrr]

Best I ever had - TAA

Summary- your friend set you up with a random guy she met at the club. Will he be the one aka the best you’ve ever had or the complete opposite? Keep reading to find out! ;))

Info and warnings: fluff fluff fluff, this is my first story so sorry if it’s bad!!

Word count: idk but it’s short

Chapter 2: let me spoil you

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4 days later

I was watching a film til my phone buzzed

Trent: get dressed

Y/n: why?

Trent: I’m coming to get you and tell leia to get ready too 😏

Y/n: okay! 🤭

‘Weird’ I thought to myself. Even though I was confused, i went to the bathroom to start getting ready. When I got there, I FaceTimed leia. “Hello” she said groggy. She sounded like she had just woken up. “Get ready, Trent’s taking us out” I said while washing my face. “What?” She said while leaping from her bed. She left her phone and I could hear her moving around. “Wait why both of us and not just you” she asked. “I’m not sure but he told me to tell you to get ready so get ready” I said while applying moisturizer to my face. “Okay okay” she said excitedly while picking up her phone and rushing to the bathroom. “I’ll call you back when I’m done getting ready” I told her. “Alright bye!” She said blowing a kiss. “Byee!” I said while catching it, she smiled then I hung up. “Alright let’s pick out an outfit” I said exiting my bathroom and heading to my closet.

I started picking up clothes from my closet. I picked up an orange dress. “It’s cute but maybe too much”. I picked up a blue top. “This top is so pretty and I haven’t worn it yet but the cut is so low.” I sighed. ‘What do I wear then’ I thought to myself while looking at my closet. My eyes then landed on a white dress. It was calling my name. “Perfect!” I squealed. I dashed to the bathroom to put on the dress and do my makeup. “I look so good” I said to myself as I looked in the mirror. I blew a kiss at myself before exiting. I then picked out some jewelry, shoes and a tote bag that I haven’t worn out yet. “Perfect” I said smiling at myself while looking at my full length mirror. My phone then buzzed so I rushed to the bathroom to retrieve it.

Trent: I’m outside

Y/n: alright, Coming!!

(Outfit)

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I walked out of the apartment complex and saw Trent at the front, standing in front of his car. I waddle-ran over to him since I couldn’t sprint in the heels. He had his arms wide open and caught me. “Hey pretty girl” he said smiling. “Hey Trent” I responded. We then broke off the hug and i went to open the passengers door but someone opened it from the inside.

“Hey, im Jude” the man inside said as he stepped out. “Uh I’m y/n” I responded, moving to the side. He smiled. He kept the door open and put out his hand, signaling me to go in. He was so handsome, his pearly whites and his pretty brown eyes were everything. “Oh are you sure? You were sitting there before me” I said to him. “Yea it’s fine” he said as he ushered me into the passengers seat. I smiled at him and hesitantly got into the car. When I got in, Trent went around and got in the driver then Jude sat in the back. “Now we just have to pick up leia” Trent said while opening the maps app and typing her address in.

We got to leias house and she was already outside. I got out the car and speed walked to her with my arms open. She ran to me with her arms open too. We then collided and hugged. “Ahhh hey lei” I squealed. “Hey y/n” she shrieked. We then hugged eachother tighter. We broke off the hug and went back to car. Trent rolled the window down. “Hey leia” Trent said. “Hiii” she responded while opening the back door. Her eyes met with judes. “Oh hey” she said. Her face turning red. “Hey” he said as he smiled. He then scooted over and she sat down. She looked over at me and her eyes widened with a “girl he is fine” look. I laughed and sat back in the passengers seat. “Next stop, the mall” Trent says. “Ouuu we’re going shopping?” Leia says. “Yup” Trent says smirking. “Good thing I brought my wallet” I said. “You should’ve left it at home” Trent says. “Why?” I said amused. “So I can pay for your things baby” he said turning his head and winking at me. I rolled my eyes, fighting back the smile that was creeping onto my face. “Can you guys do this when we’re not in the car?” Jude says from the back. We all burst into laughter.

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We got to the mall and the boys stepped out of the car first. Trent came on my said and opened the door for me and Jude opened the door for leia. ‘Jude and leia are so cute, too bad she has a bf’. I thought to myself. We then walked into the mall, me and Trent holding hands, leia and Jude walking beside eachother awkwardly. We then made it into the mall. “Well, let’s split up” Trent suggested. “What?” Me, Jude and leia said in union. “I said let’s split up, me and y/n and Jude and leia” he responds. “But we don’t even know eachother” leia says. “Then get to know eachother” Trent says smiling before dragging me into the nearest store, i waved leia and Jude goodbye as I was pulled into the store. “Well..” Jude says checking his imaginary watch. “Well..” leia says looking around. Her phone then pings. *sale at h&m*. “Ahhh there’s a sale!” She shrieked. She then took Jude by the hand and pulled him to h&m.

The store Trent pulled me into was no other than a luxury store, Chanel. “Woah” I said as I looked through the store. Yea I had some Chanel pieces but this was a whole new world. “See anything you like?” Trent says coming behind me resting his head on my shoulder and putting his hands on my waist. “Yea this bag right here, it’s so cute” I said pointing at a pink Chanel bag.

(The bag)

I thought for a minute before I said something. “I don’t think I’ll get it though, maybe another time” I said about to walk away from the bag but Trent held me in place. “I’ll get it then” Trent said picking up the bag. I turned to face him. “No no, you don’t have to trent” I said trying to get him to put down the bag. “Why?” He asked smirking. “Because i dont want you spending so much money on me” I say. “Just let me spoil you y/n, I only have a few days left in the us and I wanna make these days memorable” he says. “Fine.” I say as I give in. He smiles. We walk to the register and he pays for the bag. “Thank you!” We say to the cashier before walking out. Once we get out he passes me the bag. “Here you go baby” he says. “Thanks Trent” I say smiling.

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(Leias pov)

Me and Jude made it to h&m and I immediately rushed to the dresses, he followed close behind. “What do you think of this?” I ask him like we’ve been together for months. It was a pastel yellow dress.

(The dress)

“It’s nice, it would look really good on you” Jude responds. I smile and turn away quickly before he sees my face turning red. ‘Leia stop you have a bf’ I thought to myself. I then got myself together and kept looking through the dresses. Jude also started looking. He pulled out a cute white dress. “What about this one? I feel like it would look good on you” Jude says.

(The dress)

“Maybe I should try it on then” I said smirking. I then took his hand and dragged him to the fitting rooms. “Wait out here” I told him. He nodded. I go into a room and put the white dress on. I moved my braids to see it better. It fits me nicely. ‘He was right, it does look good on me’ I thought to myself. It hugged all my curves, my ass looked great and my boobs did too. I then walked out to show Jude. His jaw dropped. “Woah” is all he could say. “Like what you see?” I say smirking. “Y-yea, I mean you look great leia” he says. “Thanks” I say giggling. He rubs the back of his neck and laughs. I then go back into the the room and change. After that we head to the register and I pay for my stuff. Me and Jude then walked out.

“Well what should we do now?” I ask. He looks around til something catches his eyes. “We can go get ice cream” he says pointing at the ice cream shop. “Ouuu yes” I say as we walk over. “What do you want?” He asks. “Mint chocolate” I say. “Weird but okay.” He laughs. I roll my eyes. “One vanilla and one mint chocolate” he tells the cashier. He pays for both of them and we find seats to enjoy our ice creams. “Mmm this is so good” I say as I take a bite of my ice cream. “Really?” Jude asks with a disgusted look. “Don’t look at me like that! it’s really good, try it” I say rolling my eyes. He hesitates but then tries some. “Wait this is kinda good” he says. “I told you” I said. We both laughed.

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(Your pov)

After a while we were done shopping and met up with eachother. All of us then headed back to the car and got in. “Trent you can drop me off with y/n” leia says. “Alright” Trent says. We then drive to my house. We got there and me and leia got out. “Wait leia, let me get your number” Jude says, handing her his phone. “Of course” she says taking Jude’s phone and putting her number in. She smiles and hands it back. “Thanks” he says. “No problem” she responds. Me and and Trent smirk at eachother. “Alright bye guys” I say catching Jude and leia off guard. Trent laughs. “Bye” Trent and Jude say. We waved them goodbye and they drove off. “What was that for” leia groaned. “Remember when me and Trent were about to kiss but you interrupted us?” I say smirking. “Oh” she replies. We then head to my apartment.

“So tell me what happened” I say to leia when we walk into my apartment. “What do you mean?” She says settling down on my couch. “What happened with you and Jude, don’t act dumb lei” I reply. “Nothing happened, we just got to know eachother I guess” she says avoiding eye contact. “Tell me more leia, please” I beg, sitting on the couch beside her. “Fine” she squeals excitedly. She then tells me all the details. “Wow” I say. “Y’all cute” I smirk. “Stop y/n, you know I have a boyfriend” she laughs. “Jude is way better than Toby though” I respond. “I know but I love Toby too much” she says looking down. “Does he love you though?” I ask. Leia looks up shocked. “Stop y/n” she whines. I laugh and hug her. She hugs me back and laughs too.

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That’s it! I hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 3 coming soon!! :p

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[ell-alexanderarnold]

could u write an image where Trent gets injured whilst playing and you comfort him? x

Here for you

Fluff

Note: I’m hoping my baby T is back on the pitch soon, miss him soooo much 🥺💔

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You could almost feel your heart drop when you didn’t see Trent on the pitch in the start of the second half. You feared the worst, that he was injured again after just coming back from his recent injury.

You couldn’t wait for him to get home, you knew that he must be devastated. As the whistle blew full time, you sent him a message.

You: is it the knee again?

Trent: yes.

You: i’m so sorry baby. do want me to call you?

Trent: no. i’m afraid i’ll break down crying if i hear your voice Y/n, i’ll be home soon.

The second you heard the door open you immediately rushed down the stairs to Trent. His eyes were glossy, it looked like he cried in the car on his way home.

He was limping as he walked towards you then buried his face in the crook of your neck, then he started sniffing.

”It will be alright baby.” You comforted and Trent started sobbing even more. You rubbed his back and kissed his temple.

“Let’s go upstairs, it’s late.” You suggested and Trent let go of you and then held your hand, as you both walked up the stairs to go to your shared bedroom.

”Fuck. I will be out for weeks.” Trent cursed and lied down on the bed, running his hands over his face in frustration.

“Focus on your recovery and think positive thoughts T, that’s the best thing you can do.” You said and sat down next to him.

“No you don’t understand Y/n, I will miss the cup final.” He angrily answered and you knew he was starting to lose control of his emotions.

“I know Trent but have faith, you’ll be back on the field soon, okay?” You calmly told him and he started to cry again.

“Oh, Trent…” You whispered and kissed his cheeks softly and dried his tears. He nuzzled his head against you and left kisses on your neck.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m here for you.” You confessed and looked into his sad brown eyes.

“Always.” You added.

“I love you Y/n. So much.” Trent said and sniffled, then lifted his head up to kiss you.

“We’ll get through this together, love.” You claimed and smiled at him.

“Right.” He answered and gave you a small smile.

“Let’s get some sleep shall we?” You advised and Trent nodded.

He wrapped his arms around you, placing one last kiss on your forehead before you both fell asleep in each other’s arms..

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[trentsixtysix]

Stockholm Syndrome

Summary: After a relationship going on for years, you find yourself unable to leave when everything suddenly changes and Trent isn’t the same man you fell in love with.

WARNINGS: This (short) series will contain Angst and (light) Smut. Unhealthy relationship (please don’t read if this will affect you), Mentions of loss, Toxic Trent, D-head Trent, cliche.

Word Count: 5.7k

Chapter 1

Another day had passed and so had another silly little argument.

The past few months your relationship had entirely changed, but you'd been telling yourself everyday it will pass - it’s just a phase that your relationship is going through and you’ll make it out fine.. right?

He was all you knew, all your life revolved around, and that was normal for you since you were both just 18 year old children and he first asked you out, still a shy academy player.

You were always told you were outgoing, confident and the antithesis of him, but as soon as you felt his brown eyes looking at you, you melted. He had an effect on you that would make you silent from shyness when you could normally talk for England, that’s exactly what he liked about the relationship, he loved having that hold over you.

It was balanced out by how whipped over you he was, all the years you’d been together and he still worshipped the ground you walked on, which is why you didn’t mind everything being about him sometimes, in his eyes you were the sun and that’s all you needed.

He proposed last year, and to be honest you never thought he would. It was most likely pressure from his peers as you were approaching the 5 year mark, and thank God because you were staring to get fed up with it too. He had told you from the beginning you were the one, his soulmate and future wife, but with you both being so young you didn't actually think you'd get your ring so soon, even though there was no reason not to as things were going good for you at the time. You were the closest you'd ever been and it was the best day of your life to see him one on knee in front of you.

Aside from being his fiancée you had stuff going for yourself too; having recently graduated from Uni you started your own business. It was definitely difficult at your age, but you managed to do it all by yourself with your own money, and as tempting as it was, all the offers from Trent to help finance your project were rejected - you decided you needed at least one thing you’d done completely by yourself.

Only a year later now and you’d quit your job. Not entirely as you still owned the business and it was doing great, but you stepped down from your role and gave it to someone else. Why? Because Trent asked you to. Because he told you that you’re so busy you don’t have time for him anymore, and you stupidly obliged, feeling guilty you ever let work consume you like that in the first place. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now it seemed like your only purpose was to be present to entertain Trent; and you hated yourself for thinking in such a negative manner, but unfortunately it was becoming more and more true as time went along. Why did you have to quit your job to focus on your relationship when he was away every week? When he got to continue his passion and leave you home alone all the time? Where’s the fairness in that?

This was the exact reason you didn’t recognise yourself at this moment, sat at the foot of the bed crying your eyes out as you waited for him to get home, where you’d have to put on a front and bend over backwards to avoid another argument, an argument which was the exact reason he’d stormed out in the first place.

Once upon a time he’d be grovelling to make up with you, he’d apologise multiple times until he knew you were okay and you were obviously completely fine with the Princess treatment he gave you, you both knew you deserved it after all you’d do for him.

This was all so foreign to you now, he didn’t even give you a second glance as he slammed the door behind him, and you dreaded the sound of him snatching his keys aggressively to leave the house, but he did it so frequently now you didn’t even flinch.

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‘Are you going somewhere?’ You asked, noticing Trent was dressed rather nicely this evening, lathering himself in cologne.

‘Just out with the lads, will be home late probably.’ He told you, attending to his phone.

‘Oh.’ You said, disappointment evident on your face, which he soon noticed after he looked up at you.

‘What’s the issue now?’ He asked, a tinge of passive aggression with his words, which he cleverly disguised with a faint smile.

‘Don’t be silly, there’s no issue.’ You said, rolling your eyes as you sat on the bed behind him.

‘Well clearly there is? Why can’t we speed this up and you just tell me what it is?’ He wondered, brows furrowed.

‘Nothing, go.’

‘Go out with your friends again.’ You said under your breath, eyes glued to your phone because you didn’t want to look at him in this moment.

‘Why do you have an issue with me going out with my friends?’ He said, turning around to face you, forcing you to look into his eyes.

‘I don’t. I have an issue when it’s the third time in a row this week.’ You huffed, regretting your words already as you didn’t want to talk about it right now, especially as it would most likely be a half arsed discussion since he was in a rush and you wouldn't get to explain yourself properly.

‘Why is that an issue?’

‘Because Trent, you come home wasted and can’t get up in the morning for training, that's not a good habit to have.’ You sighed, frustrated and not understanding the choices he'd been making recently.

‘Who are you to tell me I can’t go out?’

‘Your fiancée. Seems you’ve forgotten that lately haven’t you?’ You snapped, getting off of the bed to go downstairs, not wanting to be in his company right now.

He stopped you and grabbed a hold of your arm, pulling you back gently until you were just inches apart.

‘So that’s the issue is it?’ He muttered, voice quiet as you were so close.

‘You’re pissed off I’ve been out instead of home with you?’ He deciphered, which was correct but you weren’t about to admit it.

‘Get off.’ You said in response, disregarding him completely.

‘Is that true?’ He asked, again, his grip only getting tighter.

‘I don’t care anymore, do whatever you want.’ You mumbled, suddenly kind of relieved he was going out.

'That's fucking selfish Y/n.' He said.

‘I’m selfish?’

‘Yeah. Yeah you are.’ He confirmed

'And you're not? Making me quit my job for you?' You slammed, aware it came from nowhere whilst you tried to pry his fingers off of you, and he just widened his eyes, clearly shocked at what you'd just said.

'I knew it. You've still not let this go.’ He chuckled, extremely annoyed with you as he dramatically let go of your hand.

'Whatever Trent-'

'You quit your job, I didn't have you at gun point. It was all you.' He reminded you, face just centimetres from yours as the close contact had the little hairs on your body standing up from nervousness.

'Don't ring me unless its an emergency, I'll be back late.' He simply said, slamming the door behind him and leaving you behind, and once you got confirmation he was gone, you fell to your knees, tears gushing from what had just taken place.

Maybe you were being dramatic. He's just going out with friends? So what if he's coming home late. What irked you was that he'd never done this before; he wasn't the partying type, he never cared for it but as soon as the problems in your relationship arose he was out way more often, almost like he was avoiding you. You tried to convince yourself other people were doing the same, that you were just overreacting and maybe you are too clingy - regardless, you promised yourself you'd try and amend things when he got home.

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A week had passed since your disagreement, and you still weren't talking properly.

It wasn't just that though, throughout that argument you were having 100 different smaller arguments, until finally you decided to not bother each other at all, simply co-existing in silence for the past day or so.

You were sick of it, he was sick of it and you wanted nothing more than to just cuddle him, to apologise even though you knew it wasn't solely your fault. You didn't care at this point who was to blame, and would've gladly accepted responsibility for this mess if it meant the two of you were getting along again.

'Y/n.' He said, making you jump slightly as you'd both been sat in silence together for the past hour or so, the only noise coming from the TikTok's you were scrolling through.

He had just come back from training, he was tired and that was probably the very reason he hadn't disappeared or gone into the other room, instead finding himself slumped on the sofa opposite you as you both did your own thing.

'Hmm?' You replied, wondering why he was calling you.

He gestured you over to sit with him, patting his lap with his hand to encourage you to lay there, which you did hesitantly after thinking over it slightly. It was like this lack of communication had made you completely forget he was your fiancé, and physical touch with him was so rare to you now.

You slotted in like a jigsaw piece, finding comfort in the familiar feeling of his lap, waiting for him to continue his conversation.

'How many years is it gonna be?' He asked, as you almost jumped in realisation, your anniversary was tomorrow.

'I almost forgot..' You said, looking up to see a slight smile appear on his face from amusement.

'6 if you don't count our break.' You added, both of you remembering the time a few years back you broke up briefly, but being so in love you found yourself back together after a little time apart.

'We'll do something tomorrow then, just me and you yeah?' He suggested, and you tried extremely hard to contain your excitement, your heart fluttering as maybe things were beginning to look up for the two of you.

You just nodded agreeing, having to turn away from his face when his eyes burned into you too long, making you shy all over again. No matter how many years you'd been together, you still couldn't maintain eye contact.

'Still so nervous around me baby.' He smirked, and the use of the nickname just made you even more nervous like a little schoolgirl, causing you to giggle in embarrassment, all whilst he used his hands to position your face towards his, admiring you slightly before leaning in to kiss you; a real kiss you hadn't experienced in ages.

One thing led to another and you found yourself straddling him, leaning in to deepen your kisses as you moaned out, sinking down on him to satisfy the urge inside of you which hadn't been satisfied in a while either.

You had slept together a lot this past week, but not once did it leave you content, and not once did you finish, confusing as Trent always made sure you felt good, always making sure you enjoyed it as much as he did.

Recently it felt like you were just a body to him, letting him get all of his anger and frustrations out when nothing was in it for you, leaving you to simply lie there until he was done flipping you around like a doll for his pleasure. You always ended it off with some sort of affection, some sort of praise from him to make you feel better especially when he'd been rough, but nowadays he'd just turn over and go straight to sleep discarding you - and you wondered if you'd done something wrong, if you weren't good enough.

This time was different though, you hadn't made love like this in so long, and for the first time in a while he held you close to him after, pulling you into his chest as he played with your hair, placing simple kisses all over your head whilst you gave in to your tiredness, ending the night on a good note as you hoped things would be better now.

You were awoken around noon to no one beside you, Trent had already left for training and upon checking your phone you had a few messages from him this morning.

Trent: Happy Anniversary ❤️ be ready for 7.

You smiled at the message, quickly texting him back to say the same thing as you got ready for the day; you took extra care with your shower, loaded the dishwasher, dried the clothes and washed another set of clothes. If past you had seen your routine now she'd laugh at the cliche you became, what had happened to all those aspirations of yours?

Either way you sat and relaxed on the sofa for a bit when you were free, counting down the hours for your fiancé to return home.

It was approaching 5 O Clock when you decided to begin getting ready, unaware why Trent wasn't home yet as he finished training an hour ago, deciding to spend time dolling yourself up instead of dwelling on it.

You had bought a beautiful red dress for yourself; satin and flowy but figure hugging all the right spots, and until now you had nowhere to wear it, exciting you to give it a purpose - it had been so long since you'd properly gotten ready, so long since you'd felt good about yourself not only mentally but physically.

You put your hair into loose curls, taking care to brush them out to perfection as you applied natural makeup. You knew you'd feel a bit more confident in a full face but Trent was always going on about how you 'didn't need it' and how he preferred you much more natural, and even though it'd be for your own satisfaction you decided you really wanted to please him tonight.

6:25.

You looked over at the clock for what felt like the 100th time, wondering when he'd get home and when he'd start getting ready too, not panicking too much as all he really had to do was go for a quick shower and put his clothes on, either way you were fearing the worst when you knew you should be staying positive.

You: When you gonna be home?

You hoped he'd look at your message soon; and made a million excuses for his tardiness in your head, what if his tire was punctured? Car broke down? Arrested? Kidnapped? As much as you knew it wasn't a big deal, and that people had bigger issues, you couldn't help but feel a pit begin to form in your stomach again, that funny feeling returning which made you nauseous because you knew if he didn't have a good excuse for being late it would just erupt in another argument.

6:55.

There was still no response, and you were supposed to leave around about now, so you called his phone a few times, your anxiety turning to anger as it just kept going straight to voicemail.

The detective in you rushed to go and look at his friends' social medias, especially the ones who felt the need to post everything. You knew if they were with Trent there would be some evidence of it on there, and to your surprise upon clicking on their story there he was; beer in his hand whilst he relaxed with his mates.

You couldn't believe your eyes, screen shotting for when you'd confront him about it later. It was posted only 10 minutes ago, and you weren't even sure he remembered about the date you had planned. In the heat of the moment you found yourself tossing your phone across the room, feeling like a fool for imagining things could change so fast, you definitely spoke too soon.

Here you were sitting like an idiot dressed pretty, for a man that had forgotten all about you, having the time of his life with his friends instead of being with the woman he'd spent 6 years with. The woman who'd been there with him through it all.

You shut your eyes briefly after trying to convince yourself you were being dramatic again, but in all honesty you were sick of making excuses for him, and you were done walking on egg shells to avoid arguments with him, letting him get away with the things he did.

All you could hear now was the sound of footsteps getting louder as you struggled to open your eyes. Looking around you, you realised you had accidentally fallen asleep where you were sat, still dressed up and alone. You assumed he was back now as you had memorised his movements, and you anticipated him entering the room any minute now as you checked your phone.

01:52am

You didn't realise you had slept that long, and groggily made your way to your closet, needing to be free of the suddenly suffocating dress you had on.

'You're still awake?' Said a voice, obviously Trent as you turned around to face him, annoyance evident on your face as you shrugged him off.

'Fuck me. What's all this for?' He asked as he looked you up and down, only making you angrier because he was so oblivious, and you could tell he was drunk whilst you fought the zip behind.

'Here let me.' He offered, pulling it down for you before you leaned away from him.

'Get off me.' You muttered, all the frustration from the day suddenly creeping in on you as your voice cracked.

'What's the matter now?' He wondered, rolling his eyes - and he'd really done it now, he'd really pissed you off.

'It's our anniversary Trent.' You simply said, watching as his eyes widened in realisation.

'It's our anniversary and you've had me waiting here like a dickhead for you all evening.' You added, silence following your words.

'Baby… I'm so sorry I-.' He began to say, cut off by the chuckle that escaped you as you couldn't believe it.

'Lost track of time? Don't want to hear your excuses.' You said, noticing that all empathy had left him now too, and there was fury in his eyes also, most definitely at the fact you were becoming angry with him for the first time in a while.

'You think I done it on purpose do you?' He asked, eyes narrowed.

'Honestly I don't know, wouldn't be surprised if you went out of your way to hurt me.'

'It's all you've been doing lately.' You added, changing into his oversized t shirt and your shorts, which at the moment you didn’t even feel like wearing.

'Oh grow up Y/n, all you've been doing is complaining.' He said.

'I can't keep doing this anymore.' You sighed, going into the bathroom, noticing he was following you as you began to remove your makeup.

'What the fuck does that mean?' He asked, getting increasingly closer to you.

'Get away from me.' You said, not appreciating the fact he was breathing down your neck, your heart suddenly beating faster.

It wasn't that he scared you; you knew he would never hurt you like that, just him in general made you nervous. He always had.

'Tell me what that means.' He repeated, whilst you rubbed circles over your face with a cotton pad.

'I'm not talking about this with you whilst you're drunk.' You explained, finishing off and heading back to your bedroom, to which he followed you again.

'You can't keep doing what anymore?!' He pestered.

'This!' You shouted, turning around to see him.

'I can't fucking do this anymore. You come home late all the time, you forget everything and all we do is argue Trent, are you not exhausted? Because I am!' You fought, looking him dead in his eyes, fighting back the urge to look away - the longer you looked into his eyes the more you couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

'Then why don't you leave?' He gently said.

'Why are you still fucking here?' He asked, which sounded more like a demand for you to go.

You knew your eyes were filling up with tears, and so did he so you didn't even try to disguise it. You were done hiding and pretending to be happy, crying out in front of him this time - you needed him to see what he was doing to you.

'Y/n..' He called, putting his hand on your face to wipe your tears, guilt creeping up to him slowly, but you just shunned him away and ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

'Y/n open the door.' He asked, knocking on it lightly.

'Y/n.' He said again, only thing he could hear being your sobs.

'Just leave me Trent.' You mumbled, trying to catch your breath.

'Please come out? You know I didn't mean any of it baby.' He said, his tone changing.

‘Y/n please.’

You remained silent, noticing his begging had stopped after a little while, and you stayed locked in there a little while longer until you noticed deep breaths from the other side of the door.

He was crying.

You hadn't seen him cry in so long; sure he was upset after he lost the UCL final but he held it together pretty well, this however was completely foreign to you.

'T?' You called, feeling his weight from leaning on the door slow you down a little as you powered it open to your bedroom.

He had his head in his hands, sniffles escaping him slightly as you began to feel sorry for the sight you saw. You assumed he was just as exhausted, and wanted nothing more than to hold him in your arms, to tell him it was okay and you're here now. But you couldn't figure out for the life of you why you should be the one comforting him when he had hurt you.

'Trent.' You called again, prompting his head to peek up slightly as he reached out to grab your hands, slowly pulling you to sit with him as he wept even more, clutching onto your hands for comfort.

'Shh it's okay.' You told him, your own tears trickling down your cheeks too but you knew he must be devastated for him to be in this rare state right now.

'It's not okay. Who the fuck forgets their anniversary?' He said, and you couldn't have agreed more as it was entirely his idea in the first place.

'Not only that but I've been cruel Y/n, really cruel.' He added, causing you to wipe his tears.

'Why is it like this? What's up Trent?' You asked, desperate for an answer as to why your relationship was going to shit.

'I'm sorry Y/n.' He said, simply.

'Sorry for what?' You questioned, although you were able to think of a list of things.

'I'm sorry, you don't deserve any of what I've done.' He cried, and your heart stopped, assuming hundreds of different things.

The further you enquired the more he refused to give you an answer, instead changing the topic as he wept. You decided there was no point in trying to get anything out of him as he was not in a state to have a mature conversation, which is why you simply laid him in bed and got in next to him, holding him all night - it was sleepless for you however as his words replayed in your mind the entire night.

‘You don’t deserve any of what I’ve done.’

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You appreciated you had longer to lie in today as it was the weekend; Trent was home and that meant you had an opportunity to finish your conversation from last night.

Upon waking up you noticed he was already awake, the spot in bed empty next to you as you could hear things clattering in the kitchen downstairs - praying he had took it upon himself to make breakfast whilst you got showered quickly.

'What you cooking?' You asked, even though you knew it'd be nothing more special than scrambled eggs, the only thing he really knew how to make. Regardless, you happily eat them, always appreciating it when he made an effort.

'Eggs. Made you some.' He said, seemingly in a hurry.

'You going somewhere?' You asked, trying to sound as unbothered as possible as you realised you unintentionally sounded so controlling.

'Gym, and don't forget you got that thing with some of the other birds later.' He said, reaching to grab his bag, and you stood confused, not only did you have no idea what he was talking about you found it odd how normal he was acting.

'What thing?' You asked.

'The thing with Robbo's wife and the other lot. She mentioned she couldn't get through to you so I told her you were coming anyway.' He revealed, which really annoyed you as the two of you were aware you wanted to stay in today and relax.

'Well it’s fine I'll just tell her I can't make it.' You replied, taking your phone out to send the text.

'Why? I said you were going so just go.' He shrugged, switching your phone off for you.

'And you know I like to stay home in the mornings, why are you making plans for me?' You argued, lightly.

'Thought it'd be nice for you get outside and keep yourself busy, maybe you'd stop caring so much about where I go?' He rudely said, leaving you shocked.

'I had something to keep me busy but someone told me to quit it.' You slammed, taking your phone out of his reach to walk away.

'I'm not arguing with you right now, will be back in a bit.' He said, monotone as he picked up his keys and left - and your hope for a strong conversation over breakfast with him had completely vanished, finding yourself preparing to go for lunch with some of the other Liverpool wags instead.

The lunch went by as they always did; all of the women being obnoxiously fake and kind even though you knew they could care less about one another. You only really got along with Robbo’s wife, Rachel as your partners are so close.

'How are you?' She asked, knowing you'd give a proper response this time as you were incredibly wine drunk and the rest of the girls had already left, leaving just you two behind.

You simply chuckled in response, not aware it was that obvious how down you were recently. The two of you were close, but not close enough for you to be updating her about your relationship frequently, especially as it was so rocky recently and her relationship seemed to be picture perfect.

'Well I'm alive aren't I?' You joked, causing her to flash you a pitiful smile.

'I'm worried about you Y/n, you've not come down to a game in ages either, everything okay?' She asked you, placing a hand on your shoulder to comfort you.

'No everything is not okay.' You told her, watching as her eyes widened, wondering what you could say next.

'He's so distant, all we do is argue.'

'I keep telling myself it's just a phase but it's been months, what else can I do?' You quietly wept, as she put her arms around you to shield you from the public setting you were in.

'Every couple has their issues, you need to talk to each other.' She suggested.

'He doesn't even let me come to his games, says there's no point as there's nothing to look forward to anyway.'

'I feel like he has someone else Rach. You'd tell me if you knew right?' You added, your paranoia getting the better of you right now.

'Of course I would, and from what I know there’s not. So dont assume the worst hun.' She consoled, staying with you a little longer before you both decided to call it a day and she dropped you home.

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As soon as you got in you realised what you had confided in her about, and unfortunately telling someone else about it only reminded you of the reality of your problems even more, solidifying your worries meaning you definitely couldn’t ignore them now.

You decided to nap for a few hours before being faced with him, only waking up a little while later to hear the TV on full volume.

'You back?' Called Trent, from the living room as you shouted back a simple 'yes', before joining him.

He lay spread on the sofa, head on the pillows as he paid extra attention to the documentary on TV. You were sure he didn't put this on himself, but being the lazy guy he was, he most definitely couldn't be bothered reaching the remote to switch the channel.

'You tired?' You asked him, as he nodded in response, beckoning you on over to him.

You gently played with his hair, lightly tracing circles throughout his scalp as he shut his eyes in relaxation - one of your favourite things to do was to play with his hair, not only because it was fun for you but because you loved helping him relax.

'Your hands are like magic I swear.' He laughed, making you smile too.

You hated yourself for what you were about to do, you knew you were about to ruin the moment, you knew it'd most likely result in him getting annoyed and another disagreement, but you hadn't even able to stop thinking about what he'd said.

'Trent.' You called, as he hummed.

'That thing you were saying the other day, about how you're sorry-.' You started, but as soon as he heard those words he rushed to get our of your lap, sighing heavily to show his disapproval.

'You just can't have one peaceful night can you?'

'I wanna know what you're sorry for, what did you do?' You pestered, ignoring him.

'Forget it Y/n, I don't even know why we're still on this.' He huffed, collecting his phone to leave the room, abandoning the conversation, but you just followed behind him.

'Don't just walk away from me, we need to work this out.' You advised, storming up the stairs with him, just about missing an accidental flying door to your face as you entered your shared bedroom with him, holding the door open with your hand.

'Work what out? We're fine.' He lied, annoyance visible on your face.

'We're fine? Was any of last night fine to you?' You asked, as he went silent.

'I wanna go to therapy together Trent.' You revealed, observing his change in expression which clearly showed he was not up for it.

'Are you joking? No.' He answered, shutting you down completely.

'What else do we have to lose? Why won't you tell me what you actually did?' You repeated, and you both knew you wouldn't back down without an answer.

'You're delusional Y/n.'

'Tell me what you did.' You said again, followed by more silence as the only thing you could hear was his patronising laugh.

'Trent answer me!' You shouted, annoyingly loud this time as you were sick of how he just kept brushing you to the side time and time again.

‘Don’t do this to yourself.’ He advised, suddenly looking guilty.

‘Do what? What have you done.’

‘Y/n-.’

‘What is it Trent?’ You repeated, cutting him off as he lost all patience now.

'I fucked another girl.'

You had received your confirmation; you knew it was coming, you didn't even need proof and it was the easiest explanation for him to be acting the way he was acting. But to hear the man you love say a sentence you'd never want to hear him say made you feel sick to your stomach.

You were nauseous at the thought of him going near another girl let alone sleep with her. The worst part? That he fucked you after like everything was normal too, he'd done a lot but he'd really disrespected you and broke your heart this time. You had no idea what to do, staring at him silently as your dripping eyes did all the talking for you..

‘W-what?’ You rhetorically asked, knowing you didn’t want him to repeat himself.

‘Don’t cry baby please.’ He begged, rushing to wipe your tears and hold you in an embrace.

You didn’t even budge, allowing him to hold you as you held him back, crying into his shoulder whilst he repeatedly apologised, but you couldn’t even hear him as his words just repeated in your head.

What does he mean he fucked another girl?

Storming out of his hold you ran to the connected bathroom, holding your hair back as you emptied the contents of your lunch from earlier into the toilet bowl, completely disgusted from what you’d heard.

He ran after you, rubbing your back as he held your hair in consolation.

‘Don’t fucking touch me.’ You panted, wiping your mouth as you sat upright, before brushing your teeth whilst he apologised even more from beside you.

‘Get out.’ You demanded, shutting him up finally.

‘Y/n Please.’ He begged, only enraging you more.

‘Get out Trent I can’t stand to see your face.’ You cried, pushing him.

‘Y/n calm down.’ He whispered.

‘Get the fuck out!’ You shouted, slapping your hands across his chest once again as he defeatedly let you.

‘This is my fucking house Y/n.’ He said, catching you off guard.

‘Who pays the bills? Me.’ He repeated, only rubbing it into your face, and suddenly you regret not begging to contribute to house - you offered to when you first bought it, but he insisted to pay for it by himself, not even letting you add to the bills.

‘You can either talk about it with me or get out yourself. It’s my house.’ He clarified, staring you down coldly as you couldn’t even say anything back, dumbfounded as you didn’t recognise this man in front of you right now, the man that would normally never speak to you like this or rub something like this in your face.

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Chapter 2

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[calistrae]

ville de l'amour. a trent alexander-arnold blurb

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pairing: trent alexander-arnold x gn!reader

requested: yes

request: hii can i request reader and trent maybe in paris and he proposes under the eiffel tower in the dark?

warnings: teeth-rotting fluff, obnoxious lovey-dovey couple activities

notes: no proposal under the eiffel tower, simply because i personally think it's overrated, instead check out the luxembourg gardens and you'll see why i picked it as inspiration for this! tysm for requesting and all the love on my fics! 🧸🤍 (not proofread as per usual lmao)

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you had no idea, what your boyfriend had planned for your holiday in paris, but his requests and suggestions had made you beyond suspicious of his plans.

why did he have the sudden urge to go to paris, despite having never shown interest in it? why had he suddenly asked you to dress up? why was he looking so formal when all you were doing was taking a little walk?

not that you were complaining. paris was beautiful and the man strolling through the gardens with you was a god. you could swear he was a divine being walking this earth. from the bottom to the top, he looked gorgeous, especially in this sunlight. what had you done to deserve this? to deserve him?

you never realized you were staring until his words brought you out of your trance. "you never realized you were staring until his words brought you out of your trance. "my love?" he spoke, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand as he kept it in his own. "huh?" was all you could reply, having been torn away from your thoughts.

"what were you staring at?" he questioned with a wide grin on his lips and from that smile alone, you knew you'll never be hearing the end of it. he could read you like a book so you knew that he was probably aware of what you were thinking. "come on, tell me, babe. promise i won't tease you about it" he smirked and you both knew he was lying.

"it's so pretty here, trent" you said as you took the sight in, moving closer to him as you held onto his arm to avoid bumping into the large groups around you. the gardens were beautiful, truly. but there were a lot of people and this put both of you slightly on edge. your relationship had always been private, you rarely posted one another and you rarely appeared in public cozied up.

"only the prettiest place for someone as pretty as you," he replied with a gentle hum and the two of you attempted to remain serious but quickly failed when glancing at each other, bursting out into laughter. "that was so bad!" you exclaimed and he only nodded as he continued laughing. "i give you a compliment and you react like that?!" he argued back.

"that was the cheesiest thing i've ever heard, trent. we both know it was awful, don't try that one ever again." you told him and leaned against him as he guided you through the gardens, now having reached a more quiet, private area. "you love it deep down, i know you do." he hummed and smirked to which you couldn't help but roll your eyes.

"i love you but sometimes i can't believe how i fell for you" you pointed out and chuckled at the offended expression on his face. he let out a joking huff and stopped walking in front of the medici fountain. "i was planning to propose to you just now, but you've just broken my heart. can't believe you." he mused but his tone was a clear indication he was only joking.

when you heard the word 'propose,' your eyes widened as you stood in front of him. "what?" you laughed and shook your head, throwing it back in disbelief as you glanced at the sky and took a deep breath. "what? i'm not kidding, my love." he chuckled and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.

while you had been convinced he was joking, his words threw you into a frenzy, your eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. he had to be joking, right? there was no way he was being serious. you shook your head and looked him straight in the eye, however the playful expression remained on your face "stop playing. there's no way you were going to propose."

at this, he beamed up once again and within a single second, the man was on one knee in front of you. you felt like you had been hit in the face and you were sure your jaw was hanging open. "what are you doing, trent? get up!" there was no way this was real.

the look on his face could only be described as pure love and adoration as he took your hands in his and flashed that gorgeous smile you loved so much. "i'm not joking, love. with or without a ring, i want to be yours forever but i want to celebrate our love. i want you to be my partner in everything, whether it's a game or whether it's in life. i don't think i've ever felt more loved and i certinly have never loved anyone as much as i love you. everything about you is...pure perfection, really. i want to love you at your best, your worst and your everything in between. it sounds awfully cheesy, i know it does but i can't word it any differently because this is how i feel." he told you and kissed the back of your hand as he was holding it.

"you've shown me what love is supposed to look and feel like and i'd be a fool to not ask you to marry me. so, would you make me the happiest person in this entire world and marry me, love?" he asked as he pulled out a tiny emerald green box and opened it, revealing what must've been the most beautiful ring you've ever seen. it wasn't huge or flashy with a massive diamond but it was perfect, beautiful. you were in complete disbelief but quickly, you dropped down to your knees and smiled at him as you nodded almost frantically.

his smile only grew as his arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled you in, burying his nose deep into the crook of your neck "i love you so much" he whispered as he held you close and you could swear you felt tears against your skin. but you weren't any better as you were in tears the moment he said he wanted to love you through every moment of your life. the two of you were never serious with one another but the look in his eyes alone told you that he wasn't kidding. you held each other's gaze for a few more seconds until trent cracked and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

"we should probably get up, we're kneelin' in the middle of a park and i think people are staring." he pointed out with a chuckle. as he helped you up, he pulled you flush against himself, the muscular pair of arms tight around your midriff. he nuzzled against your temple and pressed the gentlest kiss against your skin. you observed the ring with a small smile on your lips as he led you out of the park and in your gut, you had a feeling there was more planned.

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[swayziiwriter]

Sunrise | Trent-Alexander Arnold

summary: remnants of last night’s activities still remained, lingering over your lustful bodies but Trent was determined to continue before the sun even rises.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

NOTE: Rihanna songs and Trent just screams sex, everything about Trent has me going feral. Petition to bring back the dreads!!

Still sleeping, your legs somewhat spread despite everything free and flexible from yesterday. Even though there isn't much light in the room, Trent can still see you. He adores you best like this as well, relaxed and easy, with a pretty pussy.

You went through the previous evening under him and assuming the thoroughly search in his eyes is anything to go by, you'll go through toward the beginning of today much the equivalent. In any case, you invite it, him with such ease when he slips once more into you. First, just give him a little tip at your entrance, where he's already warm. You practically proposition to draw him off, get him there with your mouth. Even though you don't say anything, he still enjoys cumming on your thighs. Rather you permit yourself to unwind further into the bed and afterward he sneaks in, gradually, allowing you to feel each and every inch.

He has a good amount of weight in you. The kind that promises stars and euphoria will burst out of your eyes, and then he puts his chest on your back, knees under you, and makes your toes curl. He's not even as far as possible in however it's enough as of now. He whispers, "Baby," and his lips press the letters against your cheek. You hum, but you don't say a single word. It's as if everything has fallen into place when his big hand touches yours. Fuck, no one has ever even come close to giving you that feeling.

He backs up, letting you feel every inch buried in him, and then he comes back in at the same slow pace as before. It's amazing and blissful. Toe curlingly great. His thrusts are almost carefree, as though he is aware that a steady glide could get you there if he really wanted you to. That it's enough for you to be covered underneath his weight, with his cock as far as possible in your pussy. The stretch is flawless.

You find yourself praising him, moaning pleasurably “you're so good at this." Under the heaviness that was squeezing them shut, your eyes flittered. You need to view at him as you say it. Look up at him through your gorgeous eyelashes. He rears back, pulls away all the way until he slips out, dick warm and wet against your thigh, and then he turns you around, on your side. The slow glide is maddening, perfect, enough, and not enough at the same time. As he kneels behind you, he makes you clench your legs in one place.

His hands are on your ribs and afterward your tits and afterward his dick is once again at your entry, simply resting, floating between smooth folds prior to driving back home and the following groan sneaks off and into a murmur. He appears even deeper in this way, as if the firm heat of your pussy is drawing him in even more deeply than before. You love it. Him. how he is treating you.

As you clench your legs together, your eyes flutter back shut and you start to smile. He makes a low, filthy swearing sound above you before wrapping one of his wide palms around your throat. resting as he continues to fuck you in brief bursts. When he suddenly stops, you fist the sheets in one hand. You open your eyes hoping to see him grin at you in that way after the sound of skin slapping against skin stops. That way that lets you know that he's simply prodding and will go right back to fucking you in a second.

You muster a moan of Trent’s name with a whiny voice typical of when he gets as close to you as he can. After slipping his free hand between your closed legs and thumbing against your clit, he doesn't even give you a quick peck to the cheek to acknowledge your gaze. You shiver underneath his touch and afterward lift one of your legs. I wish I could get him to touch you more frequently. Harder. He might end you with his flawless fingers. Before he spreads your legs and fucks you to the end, he rubs your clit for so long that you shiver away from his hands. numerous times.

It's not the first time, but he never does anything like that. Rather he sluggishly draws his thumb over your clit, grins a little at the moistness spreading around. You're wet and so in love that you know it won't take long for him to cum, but he doesn't give you it. You try again,"Please Trent" your voice so shallow. When you sound like that, he loves it. When you take your pleasure into your own hands, he loves you even more on his cock, and suddenly it's simple for him to rock back on his cock with his hand still on your throat.

You see him underneath brought down eyelashes and afterward move. Keep in mind that the wet slide around his cock and your mouth around his thumb are enough to send him wild, just as they did yesterday night. A little retribution never hurts.

At the point when he slips over your sweet spot you can't resist the urge to groan. Loud. Boisterous contrasted with anything more in that room at any rate and afterward you rehash it, drive your butt once more into his groin, just until he pushes that spot again and again. You return to your side totally, just his fingers around your neck holding you up and afterward abruptly he's squeezed close from shoulders to hips once more and you're covered underneath his flawlessly warm mass.

His thrusts and the way he places his knees to either side of your ass to really fuck you are backed by power, and your hips arch. You get used to the feeling and start to move back as he comes in. In the middle, meet him. That's what it's ideal like. For your both. You aspire to see it. Him. The manner in which his forsake flexes with each hard pushed and how his cock vanishes in you again and again. Fuck. Just the thought makes your toes curl, and then he puts his other hand on your throat and beside your head again, as if you were just meant to get fucked. to lie there and take it until you shake to pieces under his weight.

His cock continues to vanish in you even once you begin reciting his name humble. Even after you begin to squeeze him, as the deep tangle of pleasure unravels and the stars begin to appear in your vision. You repeat your loud moan one more time before sinking back into the sheets. Ass in the air, exactly as he enjoys it. As he follows you back into the sheets, he gasps, "You're so hot.”

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[mountsies]

missing you

summary: you are busy with your week finals coming up and trent just wants to spend time with you.

word counting: 1,4k

warnings: english is not my first language, fem!reader x trent alexander-arnold, established relationship, fluff, sex innuendos 

Trent was a very clingy person, you learned that since the beginning of your relationship, he had no idea of personal space, but that was never a problem for you. He loved holding your hand while driving, always putting his arms around you whenever you were in public, giving you forehead kisses and just hugging you out of nowhere. You just loved it as much as him.

Your week of finals were coming up, and with that you were trying your best to conciliate a steady study schedule with your work. It was difficult, but you managed to get everything under control. The only problem was that you couldn’t give as much attention to your boyfriend as you - and him - liked to. 

“Babe.” You just hummed acknowledging him, your attention still focused on your laptop screen as you scrolled through your assignments. “Babee…”

“Whaat?” You used the same tone as him, turning in your chair to look at him laid in your bed. 

Trent narrowed his eyes at you, and you couldn’t contain the giggle that escaped from your lips. “Come to bed.” He whined, patting the empty space beside him.

“I will honey, just gotta get some stuff done.” You just smiled and sent him a flying kiss, turning to face your laptop again.

You heard him groan and mumble something, but you just giggled and your attention was back back on the screen. Although you were concentrating on finishing reading an article for your next class, you heard Trent shuffling in the blankets and moving around your bedroom, followed by him sitting on the chair by your side. One of his arms wrapped around your shoulder, and you felt a kiss on your temple that made you smile.

“What are you doing?” He asked, his voice muffled as he let a kiss on your cheek this time.

“Just reviewing some topics for next class.” You turned to look at him and laughed briefly watching the grimace on his face. 

“That seems boring.” 

You snorted, nodding your head. “And it is indeed.”

“Then stop it and come to bed,” He pleaded again, this time with a pout on his lips that you didn’t resist kissing. 

“Just ten minutes and I’ll join you, love.” You kissed him again and Trent just hummed, your attention back on your computer over again.

Trent just stayed there in quiet while you continued to read over the topics and made some notes, the two of you in silence. Your boyfriend would kiss your cheeks from time to time, or just caressing your hair, not saying anything and just watching you. A few more minutes and you were done, closing your laptop and turning to face Trent again. “Okay it’s done, I’m all yours now.” You joked and he rolled his eyes playfully.

You leaned to press a kiss on his cheeks before stooding up, walking over to the bathroom before telling Trent to wait for you in bed. You did a rapid skin care routine and went back to your shared bedroom, spotting your lovely boyfriend scrolling through his phone while he rested against the bed’s headboard. He noticed your presence and looked up at you and smiled as you climbed to his side and cuddled by his side, “Finally.” He sighed and dropped his phone on the bedside table and climbed over you, making you laugh as your arms wrapped around his shoulders and caressed his toned back, your body shivering slightly when you felt him kissing the bare skin on your neck. 

“Why are you so clingy today?” Your fingers traveled to his face, admiring his beautiful features when he rested his chin on your chest. 

Trent sighed, staring at you for a few seconds before he answered, “It’s just… I miss you.” This time your fingers interlocked on his curlies, smiling in adoration when he closed his eyes at the sensation. “I know you are busy with your finals coming up and your job, and I don’t wanna be annoying but I can help wanting to spend time with you.” He continued, almost whispering his confession to you.

Trent was not that good when it came to expressing himself, sometimes you had to push him to try to understand what he was feeling or thinking. So when you heard him, an awkward sensation washed over you and you recognized it as guilt when your heart clenched. You felt stupid when you remembered the countless nights Trent spent waiting for you to join him in bed and you were busy with paperwork or handling assignments, because you knew it was also hard for him to get a day off with his matches and travelling schedule, especially now that he had international duties on the upcoming week too, and that thought only made you feel worse.

He sensed something was off and frowned his eyebrows when you looked away from him, supporting himself on his elbow whilst turning your face to him again. “Hey, what’s up?” He asked softly, leaning into his touch and closing your eyes. 

“Trent, I’m sorry.” You said in a small voice, opening your eyes to see him still staring at you with his loving eyes. “I didn’t mean to ignore you or anything, these last weeks were so crazy and I thought I could finish everything before you travel but…” You couldn’t finish your sentence because Trent’s lips were pressed against yours, his tongue darting over your lower lip as you just gave in and let him kiss you properly.

It didn’t matter how many times he kissed you, it always made you feel giddy and the butterflies in your stomach fluttered in. The sensation of his lips on yours and his hands wandering on your skin under the shirt you were wearing made you shiver and sigh in relief between the kiss, your heart starting to ease the guilt away from you.

“You don’t need to apologize, Y/N.” Trent’s voice was so soft that it almost made you melt in his arms, and you nudged closer to him, your face hidden in his neck as he brought one of your legs under his tights, making you straddle him.  “I understand that you have obligations and your own things to do.”

“I’m a shitty girlfriend.” You murmured into his neck, feeling him squeeze your waist to get your attention, and you just whined in response.

“No no no, stop that. Look at me,” He said in a gentle tone, you shook your head making him snort. “Darling c’mon, look at me.” You raised your head, finding his eyes already staring at you. “You are not a shitty girlfriend, in fact you are the best in the whole world. Never met someone so attentive and committed as you Y/N, and I really admire you for that.” Trent’s words made your chest swell and your heart beat a little faster, his eyes filled with so much love that you could actually feel it.

You pouted your lips and he smiled before kissing you, making you hum in content. “I love you.” He whispered and that made you smile between the kisses. 

“I love you too, T.” You whispered back, your fingers tracing shapes along his jaw. “I promise we will spend more time before you go to internationals and my finals come.” The smile he gave you was enough to make all your worries disappear in one second.

“Okay.” He nodded and you smiled, kissing him again but this time your tongue traced over his lower lip, silently asking to deepen the kiss and he had no intention of denying it. “I can think of some ways to spend this time together…” The smirk on his face and the look in his eyes were enough for you to understand what he was talking about. 

“Oh, really?” You raised your eyebrows at him, the same smirk playing on your lips as he lowered his hands to give your bum a squeeze and made your body heat at his touch.

“Mhmm, really…” 

Trent maneuvered you to lay on your back and his body now under yours, his knee pressing between your legs and making you whimper below him. He started kissing you again, properly this time, and your mind clouded with all the things you wanted him to do to you.

That night was going to last long, but you were more than glad to spend it with the man you loved. 

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[seajjin]

Young Trent is so cute 😭 my scouser babe

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