#writing alexander

[kristsune]

So while listening to Episode 6's case, I remembered that during the early premiere stream Jonny and Alex talked about Needles a bit. So I figured I'd put them together to make a nice little intro for Needles because I fell in love with him immediately.

#the magnus protocol #the magnus protocol spoilers #tmp #tmp spoilers #tmagp #needles #jonny sims #alexander j newall #my audio #let bloody hear it for #harry roebuck #what an incredible performance #i can see how that would convince alex if the writing wasnt enough #because wow #absolutely wicked #i hope we get to hear from needles again in the future

[inks-books]

Alexander Pennington here with the facts that hurt

#Alexander pennington #writer facts #writing #writers #writblrs #writeblrs

[mournfulroses]

Alexander Blok, from The Twelve & Other Poems; "I Sense Your Coming,"

#lit #alexander blok #poetry #writings #words #poetry collection #poetry in translation #fragments #p

[dumplingsjinson]

List of “I wish you would have cheated; smashed my heart to pieces, gave me a reason to hate you” prompts

“Why did you always have to be so good to me? Now I can’t even move the fuck on properly.”

“You were the best I’ve ever had, and I fucking hate that. I fucking hate that no one can ever be better than you, and… And I was the one to have lost you.”

“I really wish you gave me a reason to hate you.”

“Moving on would be so much easier if you just… If you just fucked me over.”

“Is it messed up that I wish you did something to me to make me hate you? Because this shit hurts ten times more than ending it with a piece of shit.” 

“If only you’d hurt me like I’d hurt you. Only if the tables were turned. Because then I wouldn’t hate myself as much as I do right now.”

“Tell me how I’m supposed to move on when you’ve always been so supportive and caring of me; how I’m supposed to move on when I know I’ve hurt you so many times while you’ve always taken care of me when I deserved none of your kindness? How am I supposed to move on when you’ve done me right, all of the time?” 

“If only you’d given me one reason to hate your guts. Just one. It would have made this so much easier. But no. You’ve given me none. But you’ve given me every reason to hate myself, which is not your fault, but entirely my own.”

“You know what the worst thing about this is? You did nothing wrong. And I wish you did.”

“…You’ve done nothing wrong to me, which is why it makes it so much harder for me to get the closure I need. You broke me to pieces without meaning to, because you were doing what’s right for yourself; by leaving someone who wasn’t right for you. By leaving me.” 

#title inspired by i wish you cheated by alexander stewart #prompt list also inspired by that song #i’m in my feels right now #angst prompts #break up prompts #post break up prompts #otp prompts #prompts #writing prompts #dialogue prompts

[thoughtkick]

When a flower doesnt bloom, you fix the environment in which it grows, not the flower.

Alexander Den Heijer

#Alexander Den Heijer #motivation #quotes #poetry #literature #relationship quotes #writing #original #words #love #relationship #thoughts #lit #prose #spilled ink #inspiring quotes #life quotes #quoteoftheday #love quotes #poem #aesthetic

[lomltrentarnold]

i think you’re pretty — trent alexander-arnold ₊˚ෆ

🍓 hana’s notes: in ma feels again (shocker) haven’t written anything in a while so please be nice <3

disclaimers: lil drabble, cliffhanger (you have been warned!) reader is a little insecure, but reader can pull girls and guys, childhood bestfriends my beloved trope 🫶 || main masterlist

“Wait, actually? You don’t think people think you’re pretty?”

You don’t even know how the conversation ended up on this topic. Sitting at the balcony catching up with Trent after you moved away. Now, he’s a big shot footballer and you’re working to get your degree.

Fifteen year old you guys would be proud.

You shook your head, it's not a new thought for you, “Nah, but that’s okay though. I think I’m pretty, but I don’t know if I am someone’s hallway crush or people just look at me and think — Wow, pretty.”

This is the type of stuff that you only spill on your diary, but it’s Trent, and he knows more about you than you do yourself.

It’s not something new you have come to terms with, after seeing most of your friends' getting crushes, getting hit on, going on dates and having relationships except you, you have made peace with it.

Trent’s forehead creases, as if the statement offended him more than you, “That’s crazy, tha’” Trent could not believe what you just said. You? Not pretty? Are you insane?

Turning your head to face him, you warmly smiled, “Don’t pretend, T.” and when you look at Trent, taking in his features, now this is pretty. “You’re pretty. People think you’re pretty.”

You didn’t know why you decided to say that. Maybe because the moonlight illuminates his skin and eyes, making him shine a little bit brighter. Butterflies swarm your belly, as your hand sweats.

Trent’s cheeks went warm, he thinks he’s the luckiest person ever to get compliment from you. His heart aches for you, but he decided to focus on the task at hand first.

"That's stupid." he spat out, making your eyebrows shoot up.

You lightly chuckled, "Excuse you? I just gave you a compliment."

"Not that." he sighed, turning his body around so that it would be face to face with yours. You noticed the disturbed look in his eyes, as you straightened your back before meeting his gaze.

"It's not that serious T, I'm fine." you assured him, an awkward laugh bubbling out. This took a serious turn, and you have no idea why.

"Do you remember James? In 8th grade?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, "The one that gave me chocolate? Yeah, what about him?"

He took a deep breath, "He said, and I quote, that when you laugh, he can honestly melt because you look so pretty.”

"We were kids, sometimes kids just say stuff-"

"And I agreed with him, and I said that making you laugh is probably one of the most rewarding things I can do because I love seeing you smile so much. You look so pretty when you laugh like nobody's around."

Your heart stuttered, but before you said anything else he continued, "And remember the girl that you worked with at the cafe down the road? The one with curly hair?"

You nodded your head.

"When I was waiting for you to finish your shift, she noticed how much I was looking at you, and she said that she gets it, and that it's sometimes hard to focus on making the drinks because you would look so pretty smiling while taking people's orders."

You cleared your throat, “That’s- That’s very nice of her.” avoiding the words that makes you question you and Trent’s friendship.

His tongue pokes out to lick his lips, making your eyes focus on it, “Sometimes I look at you and I go blank because of how pretty you are.”

What the fuck? What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck.

Your eyes searched for his, but he pointedly avoided it, choosing to stare down on his hands.

After finishing the story, Trent bellowed out a laugh, "You know how many people ask me for your number because they think that you're pretty?" he paused, "But they backed away because they 'know' that you're already someone's because of how I look at you."

Your mouth gaped open and close like a fish, slowly processing everything that he's telling you. "What?"

"They said that I look at you like I was smitten. Like I was in love." you were sure your pulse stopped for a second, hearing the guy that you had a crush on for years saying stuff you hear in songs.

Trent’s mouth was faster than his brain, he really should have stopped talking, but he couldn't. All of his words were all vomiting out of his mouth. He could feel his heart beating out of his chest.

"And then I said that if I was going to fall in love with anyone that I'd want it to be you."

hehe love yall <3

#THIS IS PERSONAL LOOK AWAY #literally a vent write #haha…… #no but you guys are so so so pretty #i kinda blanked out on trent's dialogue cause honestly i dont even know what i wanna hear in this situation #this is for me and my girlies who thinks that they're not pretty #me and my girlies who are surrounded by pretty people and think that people wont look at us because they have someone else to look at. #this is for me and you #i dont really know how to end this rip #hana writes! #trent alexander arnold x reader #trent alexander imagines #trent alexander x you #trent alexander arnold #taa x reader #football x reader

[purinfelix]

loved the recent trent fic!! you write so well 🤩 would love more trent works w any trope or theme! take this as a formal request :)

oblivious ✮⋆˙

pairing: trent alexander-arnold x reader summary: trent's attempts at making moves on the new media intern keep failing, and he has no idea why, until he enlists his teammates help warnings: none - just two idiots and miscommunication w/c: 2.7k

a/n: thank u sm for the req anon!! hope u enjoy this <33 i feel like i say this with half the stuff i write but istg i did not expect this being this long ... i just love trent sm writing for him seems so easy 😭

Trent felt like he was losing his mind, and it was all your fault. 

Of course, he wouldn’t dare say that to your face, because in reality it wasn’t really your fault - he just wanted something else other than the possibility of you not liking him back to blame for why none of his moves seemed to be getting through to you. 

It wasn’t your fault that you had shown up for your first day as a media intern, lanyard pass hanging from your neck, in an outfit so cute he felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him when you introduced yourself. It wasn’t your fault either that his hand had trembled when he stretched it out to shake yours. And it definitely wasn’t your fault that, on this first day alone, he had missed 7 whole passes just because his eyes seemed to keep drifting to where you were watching from the sidelines. 

He couldn’t blame any of these things, nor the flurry of butterflies that rendered him speechless everytime he caught eye of you, on any fault of your own. But surely, after almost two weeks of unsuccessful attempts to garner your affection, there had to be something other than his own incompetence at play. 

First, there had been the training session a couple of days after your first, where he had finally worked up the courage to ask you for your number. Wiping his clammy palms on the back of his shorts, he had tried his best to walk up to you in as casual a way as possible - the last thing he wanted to do was creep you out before you even got to know each other. You had been in the middle of packing away some of the camera equipment you were borrowing, to which he offered to help. An offer you gratefully took up with a smile so charming he had to hold back from telling you he’d do anything you asked him right there and then. 

“Hey, you know, I was sort of wondering if,” he sucked in a quick breath of air to calm his nerves, and stop himself from rambling like an idiot, “if I could get your number? You know, in case you wanted to know your way around or if I have any questions about the media plans?” 

He attempted to flash his signature smile in order to conceal how nervous he was, and also how horrible both his excuses for needing your number were. Somehow he had decided it would be better to frame it as a casual, business-related request, to minimise the chances of rejection. But it seemed this wouldn’t be enough. 

“Oh, well I’ve already been shown around already and if you have any questions you can always contact the main media department! Here, I’ll jot down their number and email for you.” You shot him a warm smile as you bent down to pull a pen and notepad out of your back pocket, whilst Trent just stood there, frozen.

Sure he had left practice with a number but it wasn’t your number, and almost immediately he started coming up with a list of reasons why. Maybe you were trying to be nice, or thought he actually needed help. Maybe he had come on too strongly and scared you off, or perhaps you were already in a relationship. Or maybe, just maybe, you really were uninterested in him and were trying your best to let him down gently. The last was the most painful to accept, but somehow it was the one his mind kept circling back to.

Then, a couple days later, he had somehow managed to rebuild his confidence enough to decide to try to get to know you gradually, naturally, through conversation. Which was what he was attempting to do the entire time the team had been setting up for a photoshoot showing off the new kit with the help of the media crew, and of course, yourself. 

But once again, it seemed like luck was not on his side, because every time he tried to talk to you he would get swept away for a makeup check or outfit change or to be asked for his opinion on the damn lighting. All of this he could really care less about, but knowing you were watching on forced a smile on his face as he tried his best to get through all these tedious formalities as quickly as possible, so that he could get to you. 

Before he could though, he found himself sat in front of a camera, next to Dominik, trying his best to maintain his composure as he watched you fiddle around behind it. You were trying your best to be helpful, picking things up off the ground and rushing here and there trying not to geek out over actuall getting to witness a photoshoot in real time. It was almost too endearing for Trent to watch, evidenced by the almost goofy looking smile plastered across his face. 

“Yes, exactly like that Trent!” he heard the photographer call out, followed by a blinding flash of white light as he took his picture. You looked up at this of course, scurrying over to where he was, and Trent could almost hear his heart beat rising just knowing your eyes were on him. That was all he needed for another swell of confidence to hit him. 

“How do I look?” he called out, making sure to look directly at you so that his intentions couldn’t be misconstrued again. This seemed to catch you off guard though, as he watched your eyes shoot open in surprise, stuttering a little before he heard your response. 

“You look really good,” you said, and Trent’s smile only grew wider. That was of course, until you continued, “I think the new kit looks great on you guys!” Of course. 

From beside him he felt Dominik nudge his side, already sensing his teasing intensions. “Yeah, she said ‘you guys’ so don’t get too cocky now,” his teammate laughed, and Trent only shrugged off his mocking. Instead, he was more focused on you and how earnestly your tone had been that he couldn’t even find it in him to get frustrated with you for not taking his hints. That’s all he seemed to be able to do though, watch you, in the least creepy way possible - an awkward, slightly confused, smile on your face, clearly not understanding what his teammate had said. 

And this sort of scenario would only repeat numerous times over the next two weeks - Trent trying his absolute hardest to drop the most obvious hints at your feet only for you to look at them with that adorable gaze and walk off without entertaining them. He had lost count of how many times he had offered to carry your bags or equipment to which you had only responded with something along the lines of “Thanks, but I’ve got it!”, cheery as ever. He had even brought you coffee one morning, which you had accepted gratefully - and when taking it from him the graze of your fingers across his was enough to make him flustered. However, you clearly hadn’t noticed that he had written his own number on the napkin wrapped around it, which he watched you crumple up and toss away without a second glance. 

Small talk was far from his strong point but he had tried time and time again to start up conversations with you, which offered him some peek into your persona, but never enough before he was interrupted by the coach yelling at him to get back to practice or a teammate, clueless to his mission. Even so, if it weren’t for these tiny interactions with you he might’ve given up by now, but each one, drip-fed to him like a tired hamster running on a wheel, only made him more desperate to get closer to you. But he was just about to lose it. 

After yet another practice session, which proved that he was getting slightly better at passing whilst under your watch, but not any better at talking to you, he had trudged his way into the lockeroom. 

“It’s no use!” he sighed, slumping down on the nearest bench as if his frustration was taking a physical toll on him. 

“Oh cheer up Trent,” Robertson chided as swung an arm around the right-back’s shoulder, “I’m sure some day you’ll be able to match my pace.” 

“Lay off him Robbo,” Dominik laughed from the other side of the lockeroom, “it’s clearly not that. He’s been trying to get with that new media intern but they keep dodging all his passes.” 

“Funny football pun,” Virgil chimed in, clearly amused by this mention of gossip. 

“Oh you can’t be serious,” Robertson said, turning to Trent, “That’s what you’ve been doing? I was wondering what had gotten into you when you kept trying to talk to them and offering to hold all their stuff.” 

“Look, even you lot have noticed it! So either they’re ignoring all my hints or they’re just straight up disinterested.” Trent huffed, unaware of his teammates looking on with slightly amused pity. 

“I don’t think it’s either of thoes Trent,” Virgil hummed, “I mean, have you actually told them you’re interested in them? Directly, without trying to be vague or suave or anything.” 

A beat of silence aside from the whirring of the cogs in Trent’s mind. 

“... No.” 

“Sounds to me like you just need to get them alone so that they’ll actually hear you out once you do tell them directly. Seems like you need some help from ol’ Robbo hey?” Robertson gestured to himself, smiling goofily. 

“Yeah because you’re such the lady killer,” Dominik snickered, ignoring his teammate’s offended scoff before adding “Don’t worry Trent, we’ll all pitch in, it won’t just be Robbo.” 

“Thanks guys,” Trent sighed, too tired to question whether he was making the right decision or not. 

Although maybe it would’ve been worth rethinking his decision to let his teammates ‘help him out’ for a little longer. Because now, as he stood alone in one of the meeting rooms in the club building, he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was a bad choice. For the past five minutes he had been pacing anxiously up and down the length of the room, nothing but the hum of the ventilator and a few chairs laying askew to keep him company.  

Honestly, he had had a bad feeling about this ever since Robertson had told him to wait in the meeting room after practice, without any further explanation. Ever since their talk the previous day he had been revising the words he was going to tell you, as directly and clearly as possible to make sure that he didn’t mess up what he saw as his last shot. His adrenaline was still pumping high from the training session, and he really should’ve showered before coming here because now the paranoia of smelling bad was just another addition to his endless list of concerns. 

Suddenly though, he heard the creak of a door behind him. Whipping his head around he locked eyes with you as you slowly creeped out from behind it, somehow looking more lost and confused than he was. 

“Hi,” he heard himself croak out, feeling all the words he had prepared hitch awkwardly in his throat. 

“Hey,” you responded, voice charming as ever as you walked over to where he stood - face showing a slightly embarrassed expression at having caught him in the middle of what seemed like an awkward solo pacing session. “Robertson told me I was supposed to come to the meeting room, I’m not in trouble or anything am I?” 

Trent made a mental note to tell Robbo off later solely for having made you worry, but that would soon be lost under the sweeping realisation that the two of you were alone. Albeit, in one of the least romantic places possible, but alone nonetheless. 

“Oh- Well-” this realisation had only seemed to turn him into a babbling idiot. “It’s not that- You’re not in trouble, don’t worry. He probably only told you that because I wanted to talk to you.” 

The sigh of relief you had been letting out was cut short as your eyes flicked back up to him, eyebrows raised in curiosity. “Oh? What about?” 

He swallowed hard, this was it. With fists clenched he sucked in a quick, but deep breath, trying not to let the fact that you were standing mere steps away looking so effortlessly adorable, distract him. 

“I was wondering if-” he could hear his internal voice cheering him on - C’mon mate.

“-maybe you wanted to-” Spit it out.

“- go get a coffee sometime?” Not exactly, but good enough 

“A coffee?” you perked up at this, and your smile alone was enough to relieve the nerves that had been building in his chest ever since you had entered the room, “I’d love to!” 

Oh thank f-

“I mean, that sounds like a great idea for team bonding! We could invite all the guys and then the media team could get some great shots out of it and-” 

Relief truly is short lived. 

“No- like just us. Like, as a date.” 

Both of you seemed to be shocked when Trent said this. You, for obvious reasons, stood there, mouth slightly agape with your eyes widened. Trent, on the other hand, was surprised at how quickly and firmly he had said it, but considering that it was the accumulation of over two weeks of frustration, he wasn’t that surprised. Instead, he just watched you silently piece everything that he had done over these two weeks together. The smiles, the small talk, the coffee. All of these had been more than just friendly gestures, even if it had taken you this long to figure it out. 

“Like, as a date,” you echoed his words quietly, in disbelief almost, and he could only nod shakily in confirmation. “I’d love to.” 

Trent felt his heart swell, threatening to burst out of his chest, upon finally hearing your sweet response to the question that had been on the tip of his tongue ever since laying eyes on you. And he made this as evident as possible, letting out a loud sigh as all the nerves and stress that had been building up, finally left him, and were replaced by a much more pleasant feeling. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” he said through thankful laughter, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re, like, really oblivious?” 

“I may have heard that once, or twice,” you admitted sheepishly, unable to hold back from sharing his laughter. Suddenly though, a buzzing from your pocket cut through the moment, causing you to whip out your phone and scan it quickly. 

“Uh, damn, it’s getting late, I should go.” You were already spinning to head out the door, before you were stopped. 

“Wait!” Trent made his way over to you quickly, almost desperate in his movements not to let this last chance slip away once he had finally made something of it, “Do you think I could have your number? You know, to text you the details for coffee.” 

“Oh! Of course,” you laughed at your own stupidity for not realising this sooner, quickly pulling out the same notepad you had used almost two weeks ago, only this time using it to jot down your own number. As you handed it to him, your fingers lingered in his palm for a second, barely noticeable but enough to send a signal to him, one that said you felt the same, and had been for the past two weeks despite your inability to express this. 

You headed for the door, waving him a goodbye before shooting him a quick, playful smile. “See you, Trent!” you called out before disappearing down the hallway.

Trent just stood there, slightly in shock, but more so in a haze of elation, an almost embarrassingly wide smile finding itself across his face. To think the tiny slip of paper he was holding was the result of over two weeks of continuous, frustratingly tedious effort, much of it failing, was sort of embarrassing. But, thinking about this only made him cherish it all the more, as he held it close to his chest, smiling to himself.

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[stormoflina]

Hello, we desperately need to talk about these 2 seconds!!

- Kostas cuddling Dominik and resting his head in the crook of his neck... I might need to be resurrected, it's so cute I might also die. 🥺

- It's not a want, it's a NEED to see Trent's facial expression at that. He keeps nodding at whatever Klopp is saying, but I just KNOW he wanted to join them. Those are his boyfriends your honor!! 😭

- Klopp moving like the dad who is trying to embarrass his child in front of his boyfriend. Dare to tell me that it's not the vibe he's giving off!! The little ☝🏼🤌🏼 as well!! 😭

- Domi's smile! 🥺🥰

#did i just write a whole essay of a two second video? yes i did and i would do it again #domitrent truther till i die #domitrent #kostas tsimikas #jurgen klopp #dominik szoboszlai #trent alexander arnold #lfc

[cher-rei]

random texts with trent [ T.A.A ]

notes: just a little something to fill the void because I'm boreeeeddd. masterlist

#footballer imagine #cherrei writes #fanfic #footballer x reader #liverpool fc #trent alexander arnold fluff #football imagine #footballer x you #trent alexander arnold x reader #football #trent alexander arnold imagine #trent alexander arnold #liverpool football club

[f1version]

MOM, DAD & EGGIE ★ AA23

pairing: alex albon x fem!reader (she/her)

summary: You and Alex launch your relationship by creating an instagram account for your new puppy.

or this request

note: I LOVE PUPPIES SO MUCH

eggiethedog

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eggiethedog hi, i’m eggie the dog! 🐶

alex_albon’s insta story

eggiethedog

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eggiethedog just stole dad’s job, feeling good! 🐶

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williamsracing welcome to the team, eggie! 💙

eggiethedog happy to be here 🐶

eggiethedog

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eggiethedog mom & dad 🐶

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alex_albon ❤️❤️

georgerussell63 your mum and dad are kissing in front of me. again. make them stop.

eggiethedog leave them alone 😡🐶

alex_albon

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alex_albon small photo dump!

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eggiethedog coolest dad ever 🐶

williamsracing EGGIE CONTENT !!!!

georgerussell63 i want no complains the next time i post a shirtless picture

alex_albon YOU CAN BARELY SEE ANYTHING IN MINE

yourusername imagine dating an f1 driver i could never

formulalovers same girl SAME

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yourusername my sweet boy 🫶🏽 @ eggiethedog

alex_albon and yourusername

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alex_albon OMG LOOK 👀 It’s eggiethedog mom and dad… KISSING

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eggiethedog mom is my favorite

eggiethedog no, dad is my favorite

eggiethedog both of them are my favorite

eggiethedog (but mostly mom)

yourusername i loooooooooove yoooouuuuuuu

alex_albon i don’t. I AM THE FAVORITE.

alex_albon i 100% do love you we will get married and all baby, i’m sorry for being mean for a sec

yourusername awww I AM THE FAVORITE

alex_albon FIGHT ME

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[mournfulroses]

Alexander Blok, from a poem titled "O What Is Setting Sun's Radiance To Me," featured in The Twelve & Other Poems

#lit #alexander blok #poetry #writings #words #poetry in translation #fragments #selections #russian literature #p

[surqrised]

When a flower doesn’t bloom, you fix the environment in which it grows, not the flower.

Alexander den Heijer

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[thoughtkick]

When a flower doesn't bloom, you fix the environment in which it grows, not the flower.

Alexander den Heijer

#Alexander den Heijer #motivation #quotes #poetry #literature #relationship quotes #writing #original #words #love #relationship #thoughts #lit #prose #spilled ink #inspiring quotes #life quotes #quoteoftheday #love quotes #poem #aesthetic

[perfectquote]

When a flower doesn’t bloom, you fix the environment in which it grows, not the flower.

Alexander den Heijer

#Alexander den Heijer #motivation #quotes #poetry #literature #relationship quotes #writing #original #words #love #relationship #thoughts #lit #prose #spilled ink #inspiring quotes #life quotes #quoteoftheday #love quotes #poem #aesthetic

[lomltrentarnold]

handsy — trent alexander-arnold ₊˚ෆ

🍓 hana’s notes: yeah my hormones went crazy with this one, lets just move on. i hope yall like this <3 based on this prompt!

dt: @suzysface <33 | main masterlist

Trent would like to think that he has a good sense of self control. He can be composed and calm, and doesn’t let his emotions control him.

But with the way you’re looking right now.

He’s ready to risk everything.

“Trent?”

Fuck. Your sweet voice paired with your pretty doe eyes staring at him has his head dizzy.

“Yeah, baby?” his big hands stray to your hips, gripping them softly when you fully turn to look at him. He had to clear his throat when he realised how dry it had gotten.

You tilt your head with raised eyebrows, “Stop that.” the guitar bass from the song at the party drumming through your chest. Your heartbeat thumped quicker when Trent smiled at you.

He feels like melting into a puddle with how cute you are, “Stop what?”

His fingers hadn’t stopped their movements, fingers grasping the flesh and fat of your hips making the dress that you’re wearing ride up, exposing your thighs and legs for his eyes.

He’s actually going to go insane.

You put your hand on top of his, trying to stop his motions. “We are in public.” you whispered, eyes wandering to see if anyone is paying attention and to what your boyfriend is doing. Your cheeks already start to burn up at his attention.

Trent smirked, making his dimples peak through, “But, you’re too pretty baby.” he said, voice almost high as a soft whine.

His head dropped to the crook of your neck, kissing your jaw and shoulder. “Need you.” he mumbled, “Let’s go home.” his raspy voice sends goosebumps all over your body.

Your face heats up more, dirty thoughts circling your own mind, “Oh- okay.” you already have been here long enough anyway.

Trent’s wide, amused eyes meet your shy ones, “Okay?” tease coating his tone.

You’re embarrassed at how quickly you nod, “Uh huh.”

The shit eating grin on his face made you roll your eyes, but he knows how much you love it. With warm fingers tangled with yours, he kisses your hand before pulling you towards the exit. “Let’s go then.”

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