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Mood - Trent Alexander Arnold x black female reader part 2

Summary: In which you and Trent were sneaky links at one point in life and he got sick of you. You’ve now returned back to Liverpool and old feelings resurface.

Warning: Angst, fluff, Asshole!Trent, swearing, smut if you squint a little,Toxic!Trent, and probably more that I can’t think off the top my head.

Excuse any errors

“Cmon Trent. Faster Arnold. Faster.” Coach Klein practically spat out. Blowing the players ear drums. It was way too early for them to be doing sprints and jogging around the pitch.

But that was Coach Klein for you. It was karma for the boys that decided to go late drinking last night. Some didn’t even show up but the others were suffering and throwing up on the grass due to their hangover.

Thankfully Trent wasn’t like those idiots and instead focused more on getting his extra gaming time. Which consisted of him gaming non stop from 6pm to 3am.

Pretty crazy right.

“How are you not dying.” One of the guys panted, adjusting his shirt as he had gotten tackled to the ground earlier.

“Because I was smart unlike you guys and didn’t go out binge drinking before a practice.” Trent scowled as he began doing high knee touches. He was fine.

“Oh shut up Arnold.”

The sound of loud music blasting through a speaker had made everyone glance up to see who it could be. Tyler the oldest Arnold had came running from the building.

“Trent!” He called out frantically once he finally got come on the pitch. Trent paused confused on why he was so static.

“What?”

Tyler attempted to reveal what had him rushing over here but damn did he wish that he was athletic.

“Agnes is coming.” He rasped out hands on his knees and all. However Trent didn’t see anything odd about her appearance.

Because she was known to always randomly show up at his training sessions. Only because she wanted to see Ibrahima.

The two were in the talking stage and she had taken a huge liking in him. Of course Trent approved but threatened him with the typical.

If you break her heart I’ll break you. But he knew that he was harmless so he didn’t really mind.

“Okay and what? She always comes to the training session.” Trent still wasn’t seeing the messages and tried to push past Tyler to see why the whole team was crowded around the fence.

“Bro can you move…” Trent rolled his eyes but Tyler didn’t budge. He just looked down knowing mostly because he knew that Y/n and Agnes had arrived which of course was turning head.

All he wanted to do was protect his brother because lord only knows how he was gonna react. After a more seconds of arguing back and forth Tyler saw how Trent’s face dropped and it dawned on him.

Trent couldn’t think straight. Was that you? You had surely matured physically. You had golden locs that went down to your bottom. Your body was covered in a couple of tattoos. Nothing to extreme. He wasn’t exactly surprised as you had voiced wanting to get tattoos when you two were “together”.

But you never did it because he claimed that it wouldn’t suit you. What a cunt right. And as soon you had glanced up your face fell and your heart dropped to your ass. It was like you were in a trance that you couldn't seem to break out of. Especially since this supposed pick up that Agnes needed to get was from Trent?!

Which she failed to notify you the second she woke you up from your beauty sleep claiming she needed to get her charger and she didn't want to go alone. Now you felt dumb because clearly this was her plan.

To get you to rip the band-Aid off and get the unwieldy situation over and done with. Better to do it now then at the family get together. Suddenly you felt the urge to let everything out you had this morning. Dashing past Agnes, you sprinted past her in her directly into the ladies restroom.

Meanwhile Trent had turned to the nearest bin and released his stomach. Causing all of his teammates to grimace in disgust, and in sympathy as some knew the reason for his little episode.

''It's okay buddy, let it all out.'' Tyler patted his back with a uptight smile, not knowing his brother could get a weak stomach from just seeing his ex.

'' I can't believe you lied to me!'' You seethed at Agnes aggressively chucking water at her which she dodged trying to not laugh. You were currently hiding in the restroom not wanting to go out there as you expected Trent to still be present practicing.

Honestly you didn't think you would be able to take the stares after your little stunt plus him being there let alone was a whole dilemma.

''To be fair I never lied to you, I already told you I was getting something from a friend.'' She shrugged not seeing the problem at all.

''Yeah well Trent isn't your friend he's your brother and my ex sneaky link!'' You recalled acting as if she had amnesia. The two continued quarrel until finally y/n had gotten over mini mental break down and they went to the pitch where all the guys had continued their drills as if her presence was known existent. Good. It was what you had desired.

''Good to see you y/n. I'm sorry that my idiot of a sister didn't give you a heads up.'' Tyler side eyed Agnes, as he brought you into a hug which made you chuckle. Years later and they still bickered like little kids things never change.

''Oh piss off Ty!'' She rolled her eyes knowing that her intentions weren't pure and that the plan didn't go through. Trent and you still haven't spoken however you could feel his heated gaze on you which was quite annoying.

''No because you knew damn well what you were doing talking about damn charger my ass.'' You had zoned out from the conversation and let your eyes drift up to the dread-head who was already looking at you.

He rolled his eyes and went back to kicking the ball which made your heart clench a little. Why was he being so cold? Acting as if you were the one that left him all high and dry when in reality it was him that fucked up your situationship.

Now he just ruined your mood completely you're gonna a have a attitude the whole day because of him.

"Trent, bring your butt over here!" Agnes hollered loudly sounding like one of those hoodrats, which judging by the way Trent grimaced he was without a doubt embarrassed.

He quickly jogged over and you couldn't refrain from ogling how his thighs looked so scrumptious in those football shorts. As he jogged over the way they tensed, and how his build was so broad but the second he opened his mouth you wished he never opened it.

Or the way his locs bounced with every jog he truly was beautiful but he no longer belonged to you.

''Yes what do you want Agnes. im in the middle of a game.'' He scorned his tone dissmissive as he greeted her with a hug, and barely acknowledged which made you swallow the lump in your throat.

prick

''First of all you better fix that tone and i dont care if you're in the middle of a game. I want my charger.'' She hisses,making him groan as his teammates chuckled in the back at how he was getting his ass given to him by his older sister.

'' fine fine its in my bag.'' He quickly retreived his bag and chucked her the charger going back to the field.

''Wait, are you even go greet Y/n!?' Trent simply ignored her comment jogging back on the field which made Agnes so furious, that she almost was about to beat his ass for his lack of manners but Tyler held her back.

''He's such a dickhead how is gonna greet me and not you.'' Agnes ranted as she drove back to her apartment. She couldn't wrap her head around why her brother was so rude and moody.

She spoke with him on the phone earlier and he seemed to be in good sprits, then now as soon You came into the picture he was suddenly a heartless prick.

''Seriously, Agnes it's fine you know him better than I do he'll come around eventually hes not a rude person, the walls will crumble eventually.''

Agnes sent you a odd look. This was not the y/n she knew she was more hot headed and probably would've have slapped Trent on that field after his nonsense.

''You seem less madder than me, what's up with that girl?''

You let out a chuckle leaning back in the passanger seat.'' Oh trust me, I am pissed. But I am not gonna let some dread-head ruin my mood. I came to Liverpool for you not his punk ass.''

On top of that you had been dedicating spending more time with god and this was a prime example of you changing for the better. Because like Agnes stated the old you would've killed Trent for his little stunt.

Yet you decided to be the bigger and better person. You don't need him in your life he was temporary. Maybe its good that he ignored you could be released from his shackles.

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A few days later

Today was the day that you were meant to go to visit Dianna and Victor. Oh how you missed Dianne's cooking her scrumptious shepherds pie that she would make every holiday. Fortunately, it was Easter so this was the only thing you were quite exhilarated for besides seeing the rest of the Arnold family.

''Why are you in such good spirits.'' Agnes had came out of her bedroom to see you dancing and singing along to Megan thee Stallion. A broom in your right hand being used presumably as your microphone.

You glanced up not even bothered by her appearance instead turning down the music and observing how her beautiful curly hair was a birds nest.

A frown was displayed on her lips at the amount of ruckus going on.

''Because I am happy to see my husband."' You recited that one tik tok audio of Beyonce, that has been going viral. And she chuckles knowing damn well you were talking about the shepherd pie.

"Okay is that all? Because I have a really sexy looking man and his name is bed.'' She chortled with sarcasm.'' And I really really wanna see him so do you mind!'' Agnes was slowly starting to lose her mind and you've only been here for a week.

She just can stand how you randomly get burst of energy to do something.

Like one time she woke up at 4am to find you vaccuming the floor as you claimed the white noise soothed your mind. Or the time where her and her man were trying to get her freak on and you barged in asking about what pizza you wanted.

Lets just say, being your roommate was not the easiest. She loved you to death but honestly she gives Trent credit for keeping up with your shennigans.

Having a talk with you is definitely one of the things on her list after the dinner.

''Of course not, knock yourself out girl.''

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Time skip to dinner

It was around 6:30 pm now and you and Agnes had arrived an hour early to keep her parents company. Fortunately for you, Trent and his brothers were sent out to get Nandos for the family so you just missed him. However that didn't mean that his name still wasn't being mentioned even though he was not present.

''So how are you and Trent.'' Diana smoothly brought her son up, as you helped her in the kitchen with the turkey that was due to be placed in the oven.

Peering up, you flashed her a fake smile not wanting to tell her how he practically gave you the cold shoulder the other day while at his practice. It was petty and childish.

He should have greeted you but you were with Trent long enough to know how petty he was. So you weren't entirely shook by his cold demeanour

'' Respectfully Dianne, there was never a Trent and I. We were just two kids mucking around.'' Dianne had straightened up her face was netural which scared you a bit. Because you never knew how could she be feeling.

''It was pointless and in the end he made up his mind to end it so that's it. So can we please focus on the more positive things.'' You exhaled, trying to not get yourself riled up over her son,

Dianne just pursed her lips with a soft smile , you had matured so much since the last time she had seen you. Because the old you, oh lord knows you would've made Trent's life hell.

'' Understood.''

As on cue, the boys came home their loud scouser accents filled the entire household along with Caleb's laughter. Once they boys had noticed you they wasted no time rushing over and hugging you.

Well Trent…. he just nodded.

Lord take the wheel was all you thought.

this was going to be an eventful night.

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I’m so sorry for the long wait guys! I had major sitters block but this imagine is written and that’s all that matters!

And I also wanna thank you guys so much for all the love and support in both the Jude and Trent imagines. I honestly didn’t think it would blow up but thank youuuu.

I’ll see you in the next part.🤎🤎

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1-800anklebully · 7 months

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Mood - Trent Alexander Arnold x black female reader part 3

Summary: In which you and Trent were sneaky links at one point in life and he got sick of you. You’ve now returned back to Liverpool and old feelings resurface.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, Asshole!Trent, swearing, smut if you squint a little, Toxic!Trent. And probably many things that I can’t think off the top of my head.

Excuse any errors.

“Trent don’t be rude, aren’t you going to greet Y/n properly.” His mother scolded him, stepping closer to mostly likely pinch some manners into him.

However he was smart and quick enough to know what her aim was so he bolted over to your side. He sent his brothers a vexed glanced before he glanced down at your 5’5 frame.

“Hello Y/n.” Trent says nonchalantly, no ounce of joy or excitement was in his tone which made you suppress the urge to roll your eyes.

His long arms pulled you into his chest and he hugged you, allowing you to get a sniff of his cologne which smelled wonderful.

You could’ve sworn that you could stay in his warm muscular arms forever if only he wasn’t such a jerk.

The hug lasted for a good 50 seconds until he cleared his throat moving away, and on your deceased pets life you saw a glimpse of his tanned face and his cheeks were flustered.

Before anyone could call him out on his rosy cheeks or how long the hug lasted. He had quickly blurted out the first thing on his mind.

Anything to just get the fixated attention of him. Trent felt all hot and bothered, since when was your backside big like that especially in that dress.

“Well the food is most certainly going to turn cold if we just stand here. Come on everyone.” Trent began ushering his family, into the dining area and they all followed wordlessly.

Accept for his brothers who glanced at each other snickering like little boys, at Trent’s antics.

“You were mesmerised by the bunda huh.” Marcel childishly remarked, stopping his journey to the kitchen area. Tyler also couldn’t help but smirk at his younger bothers face.

He got caught red handed and wanted to deny it. Respectfully, Y/n was a pretty girl and Tyler viewed her as a little sister. Although he would admit that she had grown into her grown woman body and he was here for it.

“I wasn’t even looking but would you get in there.” Grabbing poor Marcel by his neck, Trent pushed him into the kitchen causing Tyler to do the same to Trent.

The Alexander- Arnold were truely a bad trio indeed.

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“Did you see the way he looked at me? I can’t go back down there again he hates my guts.” You were currently upstairs in Agnes room helping her fix her curly hair up.

Today she had decided that she wanted a new look; so she insisted on you straightening her hair as she would usually get Marcel to, paying him 50 bucks as he would bribe her.

But then she figured why waste money when you’re here. You know how to deal with all sorts of hair especially black woman here.

“Girl, you’re just exaggerating. He doesn’t hate you, sure he’s pissed. But he can’t hate you:” Agnes says from her phone as she texted her boyfriend; whom was devastated that he couldn’t make an appearance.

“What makes you say that?”

“Because you should’ve have seen his face when he was hugging you. He looked as if he had seen a ghost. Why? Because he didn’t expect your booty to be that big. He was checking you out.” Agnes blurted out not caring and your face dropped almost burning her with the iron.

She screamed loudly; jolting away from the straighter and you apologised profusely for damn near almost burning her forehead.

“Girl what’s wrong with you almost burnt me?!” She yelled shoving you back, causing you to stumble and bump into the counter wincing.

“I’m sorry. It’s just why would you say some shit like that knowing damn well I was straightening your hair.” You argued back while finishing off her hair; then turning off the straighter.

Unpluggung it, you wrapped up the cord putting it in the cabinet below. Then all of a sudden you were yanked by your hand downstairs with Agnes leading the way.

Everyone was chatting about whatever and Y/n seized the opportunity to go into the cabinet and set up the tables. While Agnes helped her mother with the food.

“Uh why aren’t you guys helping Y/n. I thought I raised you guys better than this. Trent go help her.” Mr Arnold said pointing at his son and Trent surpassed the urge to roll his eyes at this.

All these men in the room, and out of all of them he chooses me unbelievable. He thought.

Instead of replying all he does is nod and goes into the cabinet,where he found Y/N she was texting to her friend about how overwhelmed she felt.

Turning around, she gasped once she caught a sight of her ex towering over her with a bland facial expression. As if he didn’t care what she was doing.

“I just need to get the utensils. So if you’ll excuse me.” You nodded your head rapidly moving to the side; as Trent stepped forward grabbing the plates.

The cabinet was big enough so you weren’t entirely fussed on the fact that you could smell his cologne which was marvellous. Not once did he make eye contact nor talk to you when you guys set up the table.

To him you were like a ghost, non existent therefore he didn’t feel the need to acknowledge your presence. Which was absurd because you had no beef with him at all.

If anything you wanted to talk about, and put it all aside he was just the one dragging it on for no reason.

Returning back to the table,finally once everything was done everyone had already taken their seats and the only seat left was one next Trent.

Tyler was on his right and I could visibly see him cackling to himself about the whole situation.

“Hey Agnes.”

“Hmm.”

“Do you think you can be a sweetheart and move one down-“

“Yeah no thank you. I’m already comfortable and my legs hurt from all that running.” She didn’t even glance up, and this made you scoff in annoyance.

This whole family knew damn well what they were doing, it was perfect set up as if they wanted you guys to sit next each other.

With no choice left you decided to suck it up and take your seat next to Trent whom pretended you weren’t even there.

“Now that that’s all settled. Let’s all bow our heads and thank the lord almighty for this food.” Mr Arnold insisted, and everyone bowed their heads down respectfully.

One thing about the Arnold family was they did not play about prayers, every single dinner they would give grace to the lord. It’s good to know that some things still remained the same.

While everyone was listening to Papa Arnold give grace, you couldn’t help but feel a overbearing gaze on you. Almost as if someone was staring you down.

So ultimately you opened your eyes, and there he was again staring at you blankly. He didn’t even bat an eye until the prayers was over, then he mumbled an “amen” and broke eye contact preparing his plate.

How odd. You thought to yourself, instantly everyone began digging in filling the plate to the brim as mama Dianne’s food never disappointed. You on the other hand, you lost your appetite.

It was gone, all you could was pick at the chicken that was on your plate. Meanwhile now majority of the family was halfway through the meal.

Y/n was still trying to gather herself together and Papa Arnold took notice to how glum she looked and he frowned.

“You alright baby doll, you haven’t touched your plate, since the beginning what’s up with that?” Papa Arnold pondered, while eating a mouthful of his rice and chicken. His wife and Trent’s siblings grumbled in agreement.

“Right you look so out of it.”

“If you want I’ll gladly take your leftovers anything for you my love.” Marcell joked, diving his slender fingers into your plate. However Trent acted out of instinct and slapped his hand causing him to wince.

“Don’t be rude Marcell. And please eat something so I don’t feel guilty.” Agnes whispered softly to you, in a pleading tone once everyone had resumed back to whatever they were doing.

And judging by the stoic and deadly look on Trent’s face, you obliged and ended up finishing up your entire plate with no fuss. By the time everyone was finished, you took the initiative to gather everyone’s dirty plates and wash them a little bit before placing them in the dish washer with the assistance of Agnes.

As soon as everything was tided up and the boys had all left to do their own thing, You took this as your cue to leave. Not wanting to be around the Arnold family, and this was only because you couldn’t stand that creature who was lurking in the background it was making you feel uneasy.

“Anyways mama Dianne, it was lovely see you and spent time with you all. But I think it’s best I call it night.” You announced with a soft grin. Instantly you were me with Dianna’s dejected face, and Agnes exasperated one.

“Are you serious right now…”

“Why’s that darling, I organised this so that we could spend solid girl time together, like old times.” Dianna expressed causing your stomach to cave in with guilt, the second she interlocked your hands together.

“I—“

“It’s because she’s scared of Trent. If you want me to sort him out, I won’t have a problem doing that.”

Your eyes widened at how serious and annoyed she seemed.” No! Please don’t, and I promise you that’s not the reason Agnes.”

“Quit lying to me girl, I’ve known you my whole life and I know when something is bothering you.I could see the way he was glaring holes into the side of your face. That boy still wants you.” Agnes voice gradually began to increase in tone, so you had to latch onto her bicep and ease her anger.

Because you didn’t want the whole family knowing how badly one person was affecting your mood.

“Is that so? Y/n if so, why didn’t you say anything.” Dianna frowned in disbelief at how much ruckus her son was creating behind her back.

She knew he was petty, but she didn’t think he was that petty to purposely make his ex sneaky link uncomfortable.

Sighing, you knew there was no getting out of this situation so you began to explain yourself with Agnes kissing her teeth every two seconds.

Little did you know that Trent never actually went upstairs and he was standing behind the wall connected to the kitchen; therefore they couldn’t see him.

However he did hear all the things that you said about him and he was deeply hurt that you thought that he was a bad guy.

When in reality, you’re the one that left him all alone in Liverpool 2 years no girlfriend, he couldn’t even eat for months just feeling sick to his core that you just abandoned him like that.

So for you to running around acting clueless, as to why he was treating you the way he was treating was irking something inside of him.

Finally, the conversation between his mother and Agnes had wrapped and up they began to walk you to front door.

Panicking, Trent attempted to jog up the stairs however his pace was a little to slow because his sister caught him.

“Trent! Since you wanna be so noisy do you mind walking Y/n out? While I go pack stuff for her and I?” Surprisingly, Trent didn’t protest and he just nodded his head walking to the door and opening it.

He tuned out his sister and mother saying their goodbyes, just standing there patiently with his hands in his joggers due to how cold it was outside.

Flashing them a quick grin, You jogged up to Trent who just glanced up and began walking by the direction of Agnes car which was parked a couple of cars down.

The whole time he didn’t say anything instead just scrolling through his phone, and you just about had enough of his odd behaviour. You needed answers and you need them now.

“Do we have a problem?”

This inquiry seem to get his attention, as his eyes finally gazed up into yours with confusion, almost resembling a lost puppy.

“When did I say that?”

“It’s not what you said it’s how you’re acting Trent. If you have a problem say it, and I want all your problems so please enlighten me, because I’m sick of your shit.” You blankly told him,and he eyed you with wide eyes not expecting you to jump straight to the point.

This caught him off guard as he was not sure how to reply back instantly.

“I don’t have a problem with you Y/n. What makes you say that.” He says innocently while furrowing his eyebrows together. You see now he was trying to make you seem stupid.

That’s one thing you don’t like, is when someone tries to make it seem like it’s all in your head when they’re the one causing the dilemma.

“It’s so obvious Trent. You don’t want me here you could see it all over your face, every time I spoke it was like a demon speaking you kept tutting your head or rolling your eyes.” You noted everything down, that he did the whole dinner and he finally let his guard down.

“Okay maybe I didn’t want you there and what?! We broke up for a reason, just because you came down to Liverpool doesn’t mean you have to come see my family. You barge into the door like everything’s okay well it’s not Y/N. We’re not together anymore and the sooner you accept it will be better. We’re not getting back to together,so this little plan that you created to creep back into my life is over, and you need to stop it!” He snapped, chest heaving up and down with fury.

And you almost felt like a small child getting scolded by their parent by the way he just yelled at you. This was the most angriest and harsh he had ever treated you. Sure you would get into arguments when you guys were seeing each other, but he never ever dared to raise his voice at you. Up until now.

Gulping, you swallowed down the huge lump that formed in your throat. Fighting back your tears, you bit down on your lip and just chuckled dryly.

“Way to be so harsh Alexander.” His face scrunched up in regret, the second he heard you let out a sniffle. You weren’t crying because of him raising his voice at you.

You were a big girl. You could handle that. It was the fact that he was so dismissive and rude that it made you so upset. Trent did not want to hear a word you said.

“Y/n.” He reached out to touch you, however you’re quicker and you smack his hand off you with all your strength.

“Save it. Go inside if you’re gone be an arse I don’t wanna hear it.” Grabbing Agnes car keys, you unlocked her Kia and slammed the door shut locking it so he wouldn’t come inside.

And Trent didn’t fight it. Instead remorseful and ashamed with his actions, he headed back inside with his head down dejected at what he had just went down.

“Hey where’s Y/n?”

“She’s in the car waiting for you.”

Trenr didn’t give her a chance to respond, he was already upstairs and slamming the door to his room and he collapsed on his bed face first.

All he could think was.

What had I done now.

And that’s wrap. I’m actually so sorry that I took so long to complete this I will admit I lost all motivations. But it’s here now and that’s all that matters.

Words can’t describe how badly I want to fly kick Trent for doing my girl Y/n like that. Like she didn’t do a damn thing.

What are y’all thoughts?

I hope you all enjoyed it and I’ll see you in the next part! 🤍🤍🤍

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