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The Red Carpet

Virgil Van Dijk x Actress!Reader

Warnings: fem!reader, lots of joking and teasing, virgil’s crush on matip, secret marriage, private but public on the lowest of lows, the Liverpool boys love her like their own, virg and reader think they’re so slick, flirting on main, haters will be haters, mentions of affairs/cheating, a spin on the Calvin Klein campaign big virg did <333

Word Count: 3.2k

Author’s Note: y’all know I had to do one for big daddy virg <333 enjoy this one! I had fun writing it <3

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“Beloved actress and humanitarian, Y/n L/n everybody!” The interviewer introduces you to the camera.

You were on the last leg of your press tour of Cause Without Desire. You had made the move from TV to the big screen but you were well known, playing major roles on some massive tv shows. The cast had just wrapped up in Asia and today was the last of the interviews for you, seeing that the premiere was in 2 days.

“Hi!” You smiled, “thank you so much for having me.”

“Thank you for being here, you look lovely.” He compliments you, making you smile.

The two of you go over a few moments in the trailer, talking about what it was like to work on a movie set compared to a tv set and how you plan on celebrating the movie’s success. He notices the wedding band on your finger, moving onto his next point. “I haven’t seen you since before you got married, congratulations!”

“Thank you!” You smiled, instinctively glancing down at your wedding band.

“I’ve heard your husband is a massive football fan, as are you. Will you two be catching any games while you’re here?”

“Well, I've got to check my schedule but unfortunately, he's busy with work so it’s probably a no to the game.”

“That’s a shame, it’s much better seeing the match in person.”

“It is,” you nod, agreeing with him. “Which club do you two support?” The man asks, hoping for some details on your very private marriage.

“We’re both massive Liverpool fans.” You tell him, bare minimum details. The man nods, telling you about his favourite club. “Do you have different favourite players?”

“We do, he likes Matip but I've always liked Robbo and Mo; I cannot pick between those two.”

“Solid choices, I've been known to like Van Dijk from time to time,” the interviewer tells you, earning a smile and a nod. “Yeah, he’s pretty good too.”

He gets the signal to wrap up the interview, thanking you for joining them and good luck with the movie. You wait for them to end the segment to say your goodbyes and get up, walking over to your agent, Suzanna, who was waiting with your phone.

“He texted,” she says, a smile on her face.

You glance at your phone, seeing a message from your husband.

From Big Daddy Virg: nice to see that someone likes me.

He must have watched your interview.

To Big Daddy Virg: shut your face.

From Big Daddy Virg: make me. 🙄

To Big Daddy Virg: I’ll see you when I get home. Go back to your training.

From Big Daddy Virg: I will, love you.

To Big Daddy Virg: love you ❤️

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89:08 and the score is 2-0, Liverpool about to take the win. You were amongst the rest of the fans, you were a regular person after all. You and the little boy next to you along with his father were shouting and cheering.

They were playing at home and the red covered the entirety of Anfield, a few speckles of yellow in between.

Once the game ended, you found your way down to the team. You were talking to one of the physios when you heard the unmistakable accent. “Oi Mrs. V!” Trent shouts from the other end of the hallway. It was only Liverpool staff and team members hanging around so it was fine that he called you that, despite you warning him multiple times not to call you that.

“You do know you’re only 3 years younger than me, right? Calling me Mrs. V makes me seem like a 100 years old.” You nudged his side when he slung an arm over your shoulder.

Trent shrugs, “you’re basically 100 to me.” You roll your eyes at his comment. You looked at Trent like an annoying little brother; the player always getting on your nerves but in a loving way.

You were turning 28 this year while Virgil was turning 32. You two met 4 years ago, hit it off instantly and started dating. After a year and a half of dating, he asked you to marry him; you said yes.

In August of last year, you two got married.

It was a quiet ceremony; family, close friends, and the Liverpool players of course.

It wasn’t a secret that either of you were married, just who you were married to was left unknown. Both of you wore your rings, no one seemed to piece it together though; football fans assumed he got married and your fans thought your ring was a prop for the role you had at the time. It wasn’t until an interviewer asked about you still wearing your prop ring that you said you were married.

Trent walks you in the direction of the locker room, Mo was outside talking with Ox. You let Trent go and get cleaned up, leaving you with the men. You caught up with the two of them, both Mo and Ox show you photos of their kids and update you on them. You ask about their wives, telling them to tell them hello for you and that all of you wives and girlfriends need to catch up for lunch one day.

“Oh, can you take a photo for me? Everyone is expecting me to post with Mo at some point,” you ask Ox, handing the phone over to him.

You and Mo stood together, smiling at the camera as Ox took the photos. Andy was coming out of the locker room and you called for him, telling him to join you two. Now you were squishing between two players, Ox glancing to the side before taking the photos.

All of a sudden, you feel a weight against your back; one you know too well.

Virgil had his arms around Andy and Mo, squeezing the 3 of you together. Ox eventually turns the camera, taking a series of blurry selfies before handing the phone back over to you.

Mo says bye, heading in to change and Andy was heading out for the night, Ox joining him. That left you and Virgil in the hallway. You lean on the wall, looking up at your husband.

“You were good today,” you tell him, fiddling with the hem of the jersey you had on. “You look good with my number.” He says, a hand on your hip. The jersey you had on had a number 4 in the middle and his name on your back, hair pinned up so you could see it.

Swatting his hand away, you roll your eyes. “I give you a compliment and you don’t even say thank you.”

“I paid you a compliment too.” He huffs, pulling you flat against him. Your hand rests on his chest, “you are such a weirdo.”

“Shut up.” Virgil smiles, leaning down to give you a kiss.

The two of you were wrapped up in each other, neither of you noticed Klopp going by. “This isn’t high school, get a room.” He calls as he passes by, teasingly making a face at you two as he does.

Your face drops into Virgil’s chest, cheeks red and he laughs. “Will do!”

The two of you head home, deciding to have an early night or at least that was the plan until Virgil says he wants to go out for dinner. “You want to go out?” You asked him and he nodded, unlocking the door for you.

“Why not? We can’t hide forever, babe.”

“We absolutely can.” You start walking to the bedroom, your husband following behind you. “Y/n,” he groans, knowing you were being annoying for no reason.

“Virgil,” you mock, turning to face him. He hugs you and the two of you fall onto the bed - more like Virgil drops on top of you and you fall onto the bed.

His chin resting on your sternum as he looks up at you. “Let’s go out.”

“Okay, go shower and I'll get dressed.”

He smiles, giving you a kiss before getting up. You lay in bed for a bit longer, posting a few photos from the game to your instagram. A series of blurry selfies that Ox took on your phone gets posted to your story before you make the actual post.

A photo of you and Mo, followed by the one with Andy and Mo, then finally the one with Virgil.

@.Y/N_L/N: players of the match! ft a really tall photobomber @.virgilvandijk

tagged: @.mosalah @.andyrobertson94 @.virgilvandijk

The photos gain traction rather fast, by the time you’ve picked out your outfit for dinner, there’s over 300 comments and nearly 100,000 likes. You read through some of the comments; while most of them are sweet, there’s a few bitter ones in between

@.y/nnumberonefan: so cute! love that you support Liverpool!

@.andyrobertson94: it was good to see you again! ❤️

@.inlovewithy/nl/n: robbo, the egyptian king and van dijk!! superior choices y/n

@.mosalah: ❤️❤️❤️

@.y/nsbiggesthater: if Andy and Mo are her favourites, why is she wearing a virgil jersey ? #fakefan

@.Y/N_L/N: @.y/nsbiggesthater forgot my robbo jersey unfortunately. this was the only one left in store :))

Tossing the phone on the bed, you get dressed for dinner and Virgil joins you in the bedroom. The two of you head out not long after that. Virgil drove, opening the door for you when you arrived. Neither of you noticed the paparazzi across the road taking photos of the two of you. You went about your evening as normal, enjoying dinner like a normal couple.

“The premiere is tomorrow, right?” He asks, hand across the table to touch yourself.

“Yeah, wanna come?”

“You want me to go?”

You roll your eyes, “no, I don’t.” Your tone flat, Virgil’s brows furrow. You give his hand a squeeze. “Kidding, of course I want you there.”

Dinner was quiet, chatting about your plans post movie craziness, plus Virgil had a break coming up soon. You two decide to call it a night and head home, your husband’s hand on the small of your back as you wait for the valet to bring up the car.

He looks down at you, smiling. You lean into the side and you still had not noticed the cameras across the street.

You could see why anyone who thought you were married to other people would think something weird was going on between you two.

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The next morning, your phone blaring woke you up. Multiple text messages coming in at once. Suzanna was ringing down your line, trying to get ahold of you.

From Suzanna: Y/N!!!!

From Suzanna: What is it??

She sent about 4 different links, all of them suggesting that both you and Virgil were cheating on your significant others. A series of photos leaked from your dinner last night; him opening the car door for you, the two of you across the table from each other, Virgil’s hand on your back while waiting for the car was what really did it in.

To Suzanna: We went to dinner.

From Suzanna: I can see that but right now, it looks bad on both of you. Either make it public or don’t do that again.

To Suzanna: We're married, Suz. I’m not gonna hide forever.

From Suzanna: I’m not telling you too. I’m telling you that it doesn’t look good before the public assumes you’re married to other people and you’re cuddled up in a restaurant.

You understood what Suzanna meant, this wasn’t the first time photos had come out of you and Virgil. Photos had leaked during the filming of the movie; you and a man but they couldn’t tell who it was. He had his hood on and his back was turned to the camera.

Virg was half asleep, his arm tossed over your legs and his head buried in your side. Your finger twirls the loose strands of hair, giving it a soft tug as you move to rake your fingers through it. You feel the man shift closer to your hand - a signal to keep going.

“Suz is giving me shit,” you say quietly, knowing he was awake. “Why?” He mumbles, face still buried in your side.

You sigh, setting the phone down. “They think we’re having an affair.”

Virgil looks up, the amused look on his face was enough to make you laugh. “You’re having an affair with.. your own husband ?”

“Apparently so.”

You watch as he rolls over, now laying on his back as he drops his head into your lap. You look down at your husband, smiling as you watch him stretch out and get comfortable again. “She says it looks bad on both of us, they think we’re married to different people obviously.”

He’s staring up at the ceiling for a moment. “Yeah, I know.”

“I’ll tell her you’re coming to the premiere though, but I don’t know how much longer we can keep this a secret.” You looked down at your husband for his input.

He nods, agreeing. “Yeah, but I don’t think we should make it public there. I don’t want that to take away from the premiere. You worked so hard, you deserve to enjoy it.”

It was never your intention to keep your marriage a secret.

Both you and Virgil are very private people so it's not like you’ve gone around blabbing details about your personal life, but your marriage to each other was never something you wanted to hide. You loved each other out loud and you didn't shy away from letting anyone know, but the last thing either of you wanted was someone poking around in your personal life.

Things just spiralled a little too fast and got a little too out of hand for you to go back and admit it now.

Virgil gets up, telling you he’s gonna take a shower. You give him a kiss, sending him on his way before you reach for your phone.

To Suzanna: Virg is coming to the premiere with me, we’ll go public but not there.

From Suzanna: That’s fine, I will speak to Virgil’s agent and we’ll figure something out.

To Suzanna: Sounds good, see you tonight.

The day rolled by faster than expected. Your makeup and hair team coming over to get you all dolled up for your first big movie premiere. You arrived before Virgil of course and then he joined you at the premiere about half an hour later.

You wore an emerald green dress with a low back and a slit coming up to your thigh on your right leg, your hair pulled back to show off the back of your dress. The black heels tied in with the accessories you had on.

No one seemed to piece together the fact that Virgil was wearing all black with a tie that matched your dress.

He was one of the only athletes at the premier, so of course, the photographers kept asking who invited him and his thoughts on the movie.

“Y/n invited me to make up for her mean instagram caption the other day,” he jokes, walking over to where you are.

“Hey,” you smiled when he got to you.

The photographers were shouting for you to get together and pose for the camera; after the recent photos that came out from dinner and Virgil’s comment, the affair rumour mill will be in overdrive.

His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you into him. The two of you smiling at the camera, you turn to the side and rest your hand on his chest; the same way a wife would do to her husband. Both of you sporting your wedding bands; Virgil’s gold band sat snug on his finger and the diamond on your finger sparkled with all the lights and flashing cameras.

Both of you were aware of the fact that you weren't publicly known as a couple, so the pose was a little on the scandalous side for two people who supposedly married to other people. Virgil only made it worse by leaning into you and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Suzanna gave you both a lecture once you were away from the cameras. You were not to make things worse, you needed to think of your image.

You and Virgil nodded, agreeing with her but the moment she walked off, Virgil was grabbing your ass on your way into the theatre.

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A few weeks had passed since the movie premiere and the affair rumours had come to a halt for the time being. You and Virgil had both been active on socials, going about your usual business. Seeing that you were home in England for now, you went to more than a few games that Liverpool were playing.

No contact between you and Virg other than a hello but under no circumstances were you allowed to wear a jersey with his name and number.

Either way at some point during those few weeks, Suzanna had arranged for you two to do a photoshoot with Calvin Klein for their ‘Calvin or Nothing’ campaign.

They decided they would do yours first; you switched between the black and white, multiple different poses and then the end was a clip of you saying their slogan; Calvin or Nothing. Virgil did the same thing, though he had to keep redoing it because he’d look over at you and start laughing. It got so bad that they made you leave so he could get through it.

Eventually it was the two of you together for a few more. There’s a few different poses; one with you on his lap, another one with you on the chair and Virgil sitting between your legs as you lean down to kiss his cheek. Your favourite of the set was the one with the two of you on the floor with you laying over his chest and your hand on his face, your wedding ring on display and his hand on your back, his own ring visible.

You posted your solo first, leaving that up for 3 or 4 days before Virgil posted his solo shoot.

That weekend, the two of you made a joint post with the photos of the two of you.

@.Y/N_L/N and @.VirgilVanDijk: Calvin Klein x The Van Dijks

tagged: @.calvinklein

It was safe to say the Liverpool boys made sure you two were well announced to the world.

@.trentarnold66: mr and mrs v out here 👀

@.andyrobertson94: don’t ruin her pics with your face @.virgilvandijk!

@.andyrobertson94: you look good too @.virgilvandijk 😘

@.liverpoolfc: our favourite couple! ❤️

@.mosalah: ❤️❤️❤️

@.jhenderson: looking good! 👀

You were sitting on the couch with Virgil as you looked through the comments, showing him what his teammates were saying. “Tell Andy to shut up,” he laughs, letting you lean into him.

“I will not, he's right! Don’t ruin my pictures.” You nudge your husband, earring a pinch to the side. “I love you, even though you’re annoying.” Virgil tells you, a smile on his face.

“I’d hope so, you married me after all.”

“Yeah duh,” he rolls his eyes, leaning down to give you a kiss.

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taglist: @thesnailus @alwaysclassyeagle @neymarsrealgf and @2-fast-2-curious even tho she won’t admit that virg is so husband <3333