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hey could u do a comfort fic with trent alexander arnold where he’s maybe read stuff on the internet about him that are very hateful and the reader comforts him
reflection— [ T.A.A ]
but I love that man like nobody can [how to disappear- lana del rey]
pairing: trent alexander arnold x fem!reader
summary: after his injury, comments start to flood trent's mind and you want nothing more than to make sure he knows that they aren't true.
genre(s): established relationship, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff
[wc: 2.3k] masterlist
notes: while I'm writing this I can't stop thinking about cody and the amount of hate he's getting because of the united match. he's human too and the fact that people are going to his instragram and commenting the most horrible things about him and telling him to leave the club genuinely hurts my heart because he's so sweet and doesn't deserve any of this. it's normal for footballers to make mistakes and they have their bad days, but putting them down isn't going to make the situation any better. we're supposed to be supporting the team and not blaming individuals for a loss </3
it's strange how the people that swear that they're a clubs supporter can switch up on players over something as minuscule as missing a goal or losing a tackle. it's the way players get dragged for making human mistakes, but because of the pedestals they're put on it adds even more pressure.
the comparing of players, telling them to leave their clubs and so much more pile up on the list of hate they get. no matter how good of a footballer you were there was always going to hate thrown your way, chipping away at your self esteem ever so slowly.
trent was headstrong, he knew who he was and hardly took harsh comments and criticism to heart. it was one of the many things you admired about your boyfriend, the way that he was able to be better and prove people wrong so effortlessly.
but he was only human after all, and it was bound to get to him at some point. it was after his first match back after injury that everything happened. he acquired the knee injury against arsenal in january, recalling the exact moment you saw him limping and biting his jersey to ease the pain.
you were in the stands obviously, worried sick but he wasn't subbed off for whatever reason. while everyone was rejoicing the win you couldn't bring yourself to forget about his knee, immediately rushing to the tunnel so you could see him.
trent swore that he was fine but you were absolutely furious that he still played the full 90 minutes instead of asking for the medics to at least check up on him. that was water undet the bridge however, and he was put off for three weeks but even then you felt that it was too little recovery time.
and you were right of course but he was eager to be on the pitch again. you couldn't pass judgement there because of course he missed playing, he felt horrible for being at home and not having any way to contributing to the teams victories. so when they gave him the green light for the match against burnley he was ecstatic.
and you were happy for him, but that didn't push your worry to the back of your mind. and then it went south when he was subbed off before half time because he wasn't playing at his best. the entire time he was on the bench he was silent, his thoughts running wild and his heart heavy with disappointment.
you were watching the match from home so you immediate reaction was to message him, his dull responses taking shots at your heart.
when he got home that evening your heart shattered seeing him look so beaten up. all he did was drop his bags and come to lay with you on the couch, his head resting on your chest while you reassured him that everything was going to be fine.
trent barely spoke a word to you until the following afternoon when he got back from his physio assessment, in an even worse state than when he left. he was limping, his head hung low and motivation to do anything at its lowest.
you knew that he just needed some time alone before you tackled the situation, so you gave him his necessary space until he was ready to talk. but then the evening came when his side of the bed was empty, and when you checked your phone you were even more surprised to see that it was only 2 a.m.
you got out of bed in panic, immediately rushing downstairs to look for trent but all the lights were off. he wasn't in the kitchen, the living room or even in the backyard. by now your thoughts were running wild, shear panic settling on your chest until you heard the front door unlock.
trent walked in, his lips pursed. "why are you awake?" he took a few steps closer to you, confusion settling on his face. "do you know what time it is?"
a dry scoff left your lips in disbelief. "I could ask you the same thing."
he went silent, not knowing what to say except apologise but you were fed up. you gave him his space and kept your worry to yourself, not wanting to make him feel any worse than he already did but your patience wore thin.
your expression hardened at the recollection of how distant he'd been the past week. "talk to me. please."
"there's nothing to talk about, I'm fine--"
"--that's absolute bullshit" your tone was harsh and it took him by surprise because you rarely raised your voice at anyone, let alone him.
he took a few weary steps closer only to see the tears walking up in your eyes. oh shit, what has he done.
"no baby why are you crying?" he asked soothingly and pulled you into his embrace, his hands gently stroking your back in comfort. his heart sunk at the few sniffles from your side, he couldn't believe that his injury had you crying.
you tightened your arms around his torso, an overwhelming feeling of hurt washing over you the more he comforted you. "because you're hurt."
he sighed. "and I'm getting better. the recovery is going well honey."
you shook your head against his chest. "I'm not talking about your knee trent." you finally pulled away to look up at him with teary eyes, which didn't make him feel any better.
"I know you read the comments, and I know that you're taking them to heart this time but--" you swallowed the bile in your throat, the mere thought of all the hurtful comments having you sick to your stomach. "--but you're not talking to me about it and it makes me feel horrible because they're not true."
trent's heart had just been shattered to pieces, his lips parted in shock because you knew him so damn well. he had been reading the comments, and at first it didn't mean much but the more they came about, the harder it was to push it aside.
honestly the worse 45 minutes anyone had played this season. trent has exited his prime and it's showing.
this is who you guys call the best right back in the league?? have you seen that match against burnley? kyle walker over this dude any day.
he was good until he wasn't. sorry not sorry.
I'm sorry what was that play?? all he had to do was keep the ball for more than 2 seconds. this guy is a joke.
nah get this man out of my club, I can't anymore.
trent my man this is burnley we're talking about. what are you doing??
he's seen it all. and for the first time in years he let the negative comments get to him even though he knew better. and now here you were, standing in front of him teary eyed in the middle of the night because he wasn't man enough to talk to you— his own damn girlfriend.
a heavy sigh disturbed the silence and that was an indicator to you that he was ready to talk. he took your hand and lead you to the couch, making sure that you were settled down comfortably in front of him.
"you know when we played city the away fans were yelling at me when I went to take the corner," he began with a half hearted laugh. "apparently I'm a shit kyle walker."
your grip tightened on his hand instinctively, but you remained silent and listened to him express his concerns and thoughts on the entire ordeal. he brushed the kyle walker thing off and said that he found it rather amusing instead of hurtful.
"but after the arsenal game when I hurt my knee something just snapped I guess. and you were so worried when I got home too so I just wanted to get better because I don't want you to panic over my injuries."
a lump formed in your throat, the tears resurfacing but trent was quick to wipe them away. "and now people are saying that I played like absolute shit against burnley," he shook his head. "which is true by the way."
this was were you grew defensive. "you just came back from injury of course you weren't going to be in the best shape trent."
his eyebrows raised for a moment, a soft chuckle leaving his lips but you didn't find it funny at all. "ever since this whole thing you've been saying my name an awful lot."
that was surprisingly true. you were upset so of course you weren't going to call him something endearing. you were upset!
you cocked you head to the side, a judgemental look on your face that trent didn't want to worsen so he carried on talking. you weren't going to bed until he had everything out.
"anyway," he chuckled. "I've just been feeling really anxious and self conscious because what if they're telling the truth you know? like okay I score goals and I play well but what if that's just me thinking that?"
his breathing had begun to pick up and you were quick to notice, and alarm going off in your mind and telling you that he was nearing tears. trent groaned in frustration and shut his eyes in attempt to push the tears back.
he bent over to put his hands on his knees to try and calm himself down before you started crying as well. your hand was running up and down his back soothingly, only for him to get back up and take refuge in your arms.
everything was finally starting to pool out, and it broke you knowing that he felt this way and hadn't spoken to you because he didn't want you to worry. the dark living room was filled with his silent sobs that you tried to ease until your own started to fall.
you shut your eyes and held trent as close to you as possible, your shirt slightly wet because of his tears. you wondered how the other players felt when something similar happened to them, if they broke down in their partners' arms as well.
it wasn't easy for them to welcome the vulnerability you assumed— especially if it were over something like hate comments. but it was difficult and they were only trying their best.
"It's okay if you cry baby. there's no need to apologise," you hushed when he said sorry. "It's normal to feel this way, you're human too and I can't tell you not to let those things get to your head but they're not true."
his silent sobs came to a subtle halt but his head remained on your shoulder as he listened to you speak so softly, telling him that everything was okay.
"you know what you're capable of so don't let anyone tell you what you can and can't do. as long as you know that you have people who support you and are rooting for you, nothing else should matter," you retorted reassuringly in hopes that it would help him realise that he didn't have to worry about things he couldn't control.
it was out of his hands, he lead the arsenal match in pain like a proper leader and that showed immense strength. instead of giving up he pulled through and made sure that the team were at their best before thinking about himself.
you put a small kiss to his temple. "I'm so proud of you. every single waking moment of every day, no matter what happens— I will always be proud of you for doing what you can."
this made trent smile when he finally got up to look at you with glossy eyes. "really?"
you nodded eagerly. "you breathe and I want to scream 'that's my boyfriend'."
that got a laugh out of him and he felt his heart strings tug. he loved you so much for standing by his side no matter what, for being patient and for just being you. he was grateful beyond comprehension and sometimes he felt that he didn't express his love for you the correct amount.
you deserved so much and here you were comforting him at the dead of night because he got insecure. his heart was overflowing just for you.
trent put his hand on your cheek and wiped away the stray tear that fell. "I'm sorry for making you worry. if I do it again just kick me out."
you laughed and his heart exploded. "oh definitely. pull a stunt like this again and I'll feed you to the wolves."
his eyes widened a fraction. "okay that's a bit too far."
you disagreed wholeheartedly and told him that it was the only correct form of punishment for the heart attacks that he gave you. "my heart broke like five times in this past week trent, so no."
he hummed and leant in for a kiss. "I'll fix it again I promise."
you felt yourself melt at the touch of his lips on yours— a tender kiss that held so much sincerity and love, an apology slipping through along with a silent I love you.
he pulled away and took a moment to look at you, drinking in every bit of your presence silently to which you hit him on the arm, a giddy smile and blush having you weak in the knees whereas he was mesmerised, not even realising that you had been trying to get his attention for a bit.
"earth to trent," you called and waved your hand in front of your face but he quickly caught it and pulled you closer to him, a yelp leaving your mouth before laughing.
"call me trent one more time and we're going to have a problem," he said through a smile but you just played along, finding it amusing.
"oh really?" your tone was playful and he wasn't having any of it. "well trent wouldn't-- ah!"
your boyfriend had you lying on the couch in a fit of giggles, him hovering over you as he tickled you but stopping every so often to litter kisses on your face which you weren't fighting at all. because everyone needed a little love, right?
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your husband loves taking care of you, especially when you're 35 weeks pregnant.
virgil van dijk x pregnant!reader
original request: love your work, could you write a pregnant!reader and Virgil? X
A/N: thank you! this one was so fun to write <3
W/C: 1.640
you shift into another position, again. The soft couch and cushions doing wonders for your back, but still, you couldn’t sleep in your favorite position. Just flat on your stomach, your swollen baby bump not even allowing you to sleep well at night, or take a nap in the quiet hours before dinner time. you felt like you were about to pop, but you still had five weeks to go before your estimated due date.
you had the gender reveal party, which consisted of your and virgil’s closest family members and friends. you both were having a babygirl, the nursery was already cutely designed with a pretty crib and dresser. the baby shower your friends surprised you with was thrown already a couple weeks ago, and not to forget the sweet babymoon virgil and you had gone on. the pretty islands in greece had been a beautiful sights to share with your husband.
the sound of a car parking in the driveway has you halting for a moment. your eyes drift over to the clock on your living room wall. it was past five in the evening already, which meant your husband had returned from training.
you slowly, but carefully get up from your position on the couch, sitting up instead. compression socks alleviating some of the swelling of your legs and feet, your eyes dart to the gray coffee table, full of- everything you could need when being half-immobile. tissues, multiple empty cups, a plate of lazily cut up pickles, a half eaten box of cookies-
“there’s my beautiful wife!” you suddenly hear, swollen, drowsy eyes looking towards your surprisingly very enthusiastic husband. his hands seemingly full of familiar takeout bags as he closes the front door to your home.
virgil’s high energy, even after his intensive training, manages to put a small smile on your face. you hear him take his coat off and wash his hands. so, you stand up, walking- no waddling towards him in the kitchen.
“hi, missed you..” you mumble, feeling him wrap his arm around your back, softly rubbing up and down your sides. you sigh in delight, leaning against his tall and muscular frame, resting your head on his chest. soft sweater grazing your sensitive skin.
“me too, baby.” he mutters, kissing your forehead tenderly.
“I got your favorite takeout. you’re hungry, right?” he asks, thumb rubbing your hips.
your eyes light up, and you nod eagerly. your pregnancy cravings were all over the place. from wanting your usual takeout, to a weird obsession with pickles and chocolate, and the most difficult of all: an icy, crispy red bull. since it wasn’t pregnancy-safe, you definitely didn’t risk it, but your mouth just watered at the thought of taking a sip of the carbonated, sweet energy drink.
“then let’s eat some food. I’m starving...” he says, guiding you to the kitchen island. he’d switched out the bar stools, shortly after your second trimester had started, exchanging them for chairs with a backrest, just for your comfort and convenience.
you watch him grab the takeout, unpacking the dishes.
“you got me the vegetarian one right?” you ask, raising your brows. virgil turns, nodding as he transfers stir fry noodles into a dish and slides it in front of you.
ever since you got pregnant, you detested the smell of meat. virgil being the sweet man he is, did research with his own nutritionist to see how you could still get all the vitamins and nutrients you needed without having to eat meat.
“here baby, eat up.” he mutters, giving you a fork, before walking towards the fridge. he grabs two cans of sparkling iced tea, coming back to sit next to you as you both dig into your meal.
“how was training?” you mumble, chewing down your food, maybe a little too fast.
“good, we were in the gym the entire day- slow down baby, the food isn’t going anywhere..” he chuckles, reaching into the takeout bag and retrieving the napkins. wiping sauce off the corner of your mouth with one.
you both continue eating the delicious food, Virgil’s hand soothingly running down your back every now and then.
“I’m going to take a quick shower.” he says, cleaning off the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher.
“can I join? can’t get my hair wet though..”
“sure baby, let’s go.” he quickly says, helping you off the chair and into the bathroom.
“my legs have been killing me..” you mutter, watching virgil take your compression socks off. you were glad you didn’t need them on your hands, though your fingers had gotten pretty swollen. prompting virgil to gift you a chain you could hang your wedding ring on, to wear as a necklace instead.
you allow him to guide you into the shower, his hand settling on the small of your back in support. virgil chuckles deeply as he watches your makeup melt off with the touch of the streaming warm water. he made sure to put on your shower cap beforehand.
“you wore makeup? where did you go today?” he asks, allowing you to reach up and take off his hair tie, dark curls falling to the side of his face.
“went for brunch with the girls. it was so good..” you answer, allowing virgil to run the soapy washcloth down your body, making sure to clean you up nicely. paying extra attention to scrub your legs, since you couldn’t reach down, you needed his help more often than not.
grabbing a fresh towel, he wraps you in it. allowing you to walk out of the bathroom and sit on your bed. waiting for him wash himself.
that’s what you loved about him, he always put you first. whether it was you eating first, getting dressed, falling asleep, or anything at this point in your pregnancy.
you quickly grab your undergarments and loungewear, going back to sit on your bed. towel wrapped snuggly against your body, as you take off your shower cap and wipe the extra moisture on the towel.
you look up to see virgil walk out of the bathroom, towel hanging on his hips. you lean back, admiring him, a small smirk forming on your lips.
“what?” he asks, smirk clearly on his face too as he walks up to you.
“oh, nothing, just admiring what’s mine..”
“really? let me admire what��s mine too then..”
he cups your face as you look up, his wet hair falling in front of his face as a single drop of water drips down onto your cheek. a low chuckle leaving his lips as he swipes it away with his thumb.
he helps you get dressed before the two of you get too distracted, not forgetting to rub bio-oil and lotion on your bump and body. the both of you snuggling up together on the couch. your head laying on his broad chest, tatted arm wrapped around your back.
You pause for a moment, feeling your daughter kick against your uterus. you feel virgil’s hand running against your clothed bump, you place your own hand next to his. feeling her kick was still the most out of body experience to the both you. you could’ve sworn you felt the outlines of her little feet as she kicked like didn’t want you to rest tonight.
“active today, isn’t she?” your husband asks, kissing your temple.
“just like her daddy..” you raise your bows, grinning. the consequences of having an athlete as your partner.
“she’ll definitely be as beautiful as her mommy..” he responds, causing your grin to grow into a bright smile.
“what do you want to watch, hm?” he asks, looking down at you, scratching his chin thoughtfully.
“love is blind, the new episode is out.”
he chuckles, his chest vibrating against your cheek as you watch him turn the tv on with the remote.
in the beginning of your relationship he wasn’t too keen on watching shows or movies like that, but the second there was some drama unfolding, he immediately got hooked and it became a thing you both did to wind down after busy days.
“wait- can you grab snacks?” you ask, looking up from his chest. you knew he couldn’t say no to you, because he looked like he had melted at the sight of your face already.
“your cravings are really going off the rails, aren’t they?” he asks, placing a kiss on your lips before slowly getting up.
“don’t see the problem!” you exclaim, looking over to see him open the kitchen cabinets and grab a bag of crisps and salty popcorn, transferring it into bowls before walking back over to you.
“here you go, for my hungry monster..” he teases, prompting you to roll your eyes playfully.
you both start watching the hour long episode, empty bowls on your lap by the end of it. though, you both don’t move from your spot on the couch, virgil’s hand soothing on your slightly aching, lower back.
“you okay?” he asks, your own hand resting on his bicep.
“back hurts a bit, baby’s getting heavy..” you mutter.
“I’m know, sorry love. do you need anything?” he asks, kissing your temple and rubbing your back more thoroughly. he had a tendency to ask what you wanted or needed, just to make sure he didn’t miss anything.
“just- can I ask you something?” you begin, holding back a grin. he’d done enough to make you feel comfortable already.
“yeah?”
“would you mind if I broke your fingers during delivery?” you chuckle, having a laugh. knowing he would probably let you squeeze the absolute life out of his hands.
“of course, during delivery you can squeeze and cuss me out all you want..” he smiles, brushing his thumb against your baby bump.
you did cuss him out, but breaking his fingers, almost…
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Lowkey tempted to write fics here, but idk? Is anyone interested
#liverpoolfc#mancity fc#chelsea fc#chelsea#manchester city#liverpool#footballer imagine#footballer x reader
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throwback thursday ౨ৎ trent alexander-arnold
pairing: trent alexander-arnold x reader
part two here
summary: lfc photographer loves to post tbts about one man in particular
warnings & notes : no warnings!! all images belong to their rightful owners and i hope you enjoy my first post ^__^
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yourusername what was the saying? man, the first time was so nice... sort of #tbt ?
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user5 don't let the first slide distract you from this being another trent post
user6 i think it's just because she didn't upload these ones when they won!!
user5 or this is a trent post in disguise
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andyrobertson94 i'm pretty sure you still haven't seen 2 pretty besties..
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trentarnold66 ?
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twitter #ynxtrent is trending!
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virgilvandijk trent should be praticing not hitting the crossbar instead of his photography skills
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yourusername happy 365 as mr & mrs, and here's to many more 🤍 (also #tbt)
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user15 WAKE UPPPP BOMB OF A YN TBT POST JUST DROPPED
user16 this is literally insane how did they hide being married for a year
user17 HOW LONG HAVE THEY BEEN TOGETHER FOR
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the captain’s sister
pairing: trent alexander arnold x henderson!reader
summary: in which, jordan’s baby sister comes to visit for a few weeks and a certain someone catches her attention.
author’s note: okay bare with me, I've been on a trent kick and I had the urge to do a insta au. this is the first time I've done one so we’ll see how this goes lmao
all photos are from pinterest and/or the liverpoolfc/liverpoolfcw instagrams :)
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jhenderson: baby sis is back in town ❤️
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ynhenderson: missed ya!! xx
virgilvandijk: big and small back in action
↪️ ynhenderson: who’s bigger than you, virg?? 🤨🤨
trentarnold66: ❤️❤️
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liverpoolfc: spot the difference: henderson edition!
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trentarnold66: she’s more bossy than skip 🙄
↪️ ynhenderson: if you actually trained, I wouldn’t have to be bossy would I?? 🙄🙄
liverpoolfc: alternately captioned - henderson squared 👍
jhenderson: posted two photos of me and thought I wouldn’t notice 😂
↪️ ynhenderson: don’t flatter yourself jord 🙄
trentsbiggestfan: the bickering between y/n and trent is so cute
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ynhenderson: stores seem to be out of 7up tonight, wonder why 🤭
location: anfield // tagged: liverpoolfc, trentarnold66
jhenderson: telling mum you didn’t put me in the post
↪️ ynhenderson: just cause you’re the captain doesn’t mean you can bully me 🙄
trentarnold66: that guy looks familiar 👀
↪️ ynhenderson: just some guy I know 🫶🏽
liverpoolfc: you always catch the good ones ynhenderson!
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ynhenderson: there’s no place like liverpool ♥️
location: liverpool // tagged: jhenderson, trentarnold66
jhenderson: did you notice my eyes were closed in the photo of trent and I ?
↪️ ynhenderson: yes, but did you notice how cute I looked in the first one?😘
↪️ jhenderson: you are the worst
trentarnold66: who’s that pretty lady is in the first picture 😍
↪️ ynhenderson: look to your left and you’ll find out ❤️❤️
↪️ jhenderson: this is gross.
virgilvandijk: come back soon!
↪️ ynhenderson: only if rike makes her coffee cake again!
↪️ virgilvandijk: that can be arranged 😂
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𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬 [𝐓𝐀𝟔𝟔] 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐔
gif credits: @trenty
Pairing: Trent Alexander Arnold x Fem!Reader
Summary: You’re a tease, asking for things you supposedly already have. Trent catches on... eventually.
A/N: This is my first social media AU so bear with me if it absolutely sucks, also my first time writing for Trent so a bunch of firsts going on today. Enjoy!
Warnings: not much, just a lot of fluff and shite captions lol
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yourusername | 📍Venice, Italy
tagged venice.explore and calvinklein
liked by yourbsf, calvinklein, and 17,786 others
yourusername can I call you later?
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user1 pretty ladyyyyyyy
calvinklein summer collection has never looked better 😍
— yourusername have never loved a black dress more
yourbsf photo creds and the second glass are all me.. right?
— yourusername ofc 😇
user2 omg i need to go to venice asap
user3 i thought you were in la this week for a photoshoot with hudabeauty??
— yourusername next week!! super excited omg 🩷
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trentarnold66
liked by liverpoolfc, andyrobertson94, and 946,716 others
trentarnold66 Recharging 🔋
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andyrobertson94 Right, there’s no need to flex the arms 😒
— trentarnold66 I was just bending them? 🙃
liverpoolfc Back at camp soon ❤️
— trentarnold66 💪
user6 BYE TRENT FINALLY POSTED HOLIDAY PICS SO I CAN SLEEP NOW
user7 can you choke me with those arms thanks bae
— user8 so real 🤣
judebellingham No invite lad? I see how it is 🫤
— liked by trentarnold66
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yourusername
tagged hudabeauty, hudabeautyshop, and kayali
liked by hudabeauty, trentarnold66, and 30,651 others
yourusername Coming to you… July 👀
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yourbsf A DREAM IM SO PROUD OF YOU BABE
— yourusername i love you 🥹
user4 aaahhhhhhh this has been such a long time coming!!! remember ur youtube videos when u used to review their products?
— liked by trentarnold66
hudabeauty A literal real-life doll 😘
— yourusername says the literal makeup magician ❤️
user5 TRENT LIKED????
— user9 who’s that?
— user5 ONLY THE BEST RB IN THE WORLD WHAT
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trentarnold66
liked by liverpoolfc, yourusername, and 976,816 others
trentarnold66 Singapore 🇸🇬 Feels real good to be back.
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liverpoolfc What’s up, Vice Captain? 💪
— trentarnold66 🫡
user10 liverpool’s very own ❤️
yourusername damn.
— liked by trentarnold66
virgilvandijk Let’s get it!
user5 OMGGG THEYRE DEFO DATINGGG WAIT
user12 don’t know who yourusername is but she’s verified and trent liked her most recent post now she’s commented on his???? i smell a new couple 👀
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yourusername | 📍 Liverpool
tagged liverpoolfc
liked by trentarnold66, harvelliott, and 29,872 others
yourusername bleeding red today, bleeding red everyday
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user12 she does know trent’s mural is literally opposite hendo’s right? 🧐
— liked by yourusername
— user12 OMG SHE LIKED MY COMMENTTTT
harvelliott love it 🌹
— user5 DUDE WHO IS THIS GIRL DATING OMFHDJSJSE
trentarnold66 Hmm
— harvelliott 😂
yourbsf fit went hard.
— yourusername not everyone’s agreeing w u 😒
— yourbsf you mean….
— yourusername shh
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trentarnold66
liked by judebellingham, liverpoolfc, and 817,625 others
trentarnold66 Skipper today but winning in front of you is the best part ❤️🏟️
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user5 IS HE TALKING ABOUT YOURUSERNAME
— user13 bro you lot reach sm wtff he’s obviously talking about the fans lmao they played at home today
judebellingham serious player
— liked by trentarnold66
yourusername should I say congrats?
— trentarnold66 Only if you’ve changed shirts
— yourusername so take off yours then
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yourusername my mom approves
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user5 I CALLED IT FROM THE START YESSSSHDHDHSHSHHS YALL ARE SO CUTE
yourbsf ok trying to convince ppl that i’m the other one in ur pics is getting harder and harder to do
— yourusername 😂😂
trentarnold66 Shirt’s all yours
— yourusername took you long enough
— trentarnold66 I got there in the end 🙂
yoursister does that mean I get to keep Harvey's shirt now?
— yourusername i bet you've already taken it anyway
— yoursister if I speak I’m in big trouble
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trentarnold66
tagged yourusername
liked by yourusername, andyrobertson94, and 1.2 million others
trentarnold66 Dear Darling ❤️
andyrobertson94 Congrats Brother 🫂
— liked by trentarnold66
yourusername should’ve posted the pic where you were preeing my old yt vids
— trentarnold66 I don’t recall that 🤨
— yourusername little liar
— trentarnold66 Little? Who’s the liar now?
— user12 YALL ARE SOOOOOOOO
user5 I WANT MY FINDERS FEE 👩⚖️
harvelliott Beautiful 🤩
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Dominik Szoboszlai x Model!Reader Social Media AU
yourusername
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tagged szoboszlaidominik
yourusername: Gymin with babe
szoboszlaidominik: 😍💪🏻
fan34: Couple Goals 😍
liverpoolfc: Thanks for looking after Szobo yourusername
↳ yourusername: You’re welcome liverpoolfc 🫡
szoboszlaidominik
liked by liverpoolfc, szoboszlai_zsolt13 and 950,790 others
tagged yourusername
szoboszlaidominik: A great night for a great cause ☠️
yourusername: 😉❤️
fan45: Y/N and Dominik serving 👌🏻
hater2: For a model, Y/N looked kind of boring
↳ fan56: hater2 She had a different dress on inside
↳ fan98: fan56 WHAT! 🤯
yourusername
liked by szoboszlaidominik, taylor_hill and 750,790 others
tagged szoboszlaidominik
yourusername: Golden Hour ✨ ft Domi 💛
szoboszlaidominik: Csajszi 😘
↳ yourusername: Szeretlek ❤️
fan51: Serving 🥰🥰
fan90: I don’t know if I want to be with him or be him 😖
yourusername
liked by szoboszlaidominik, taylor_hill and 1,450,790 others
tagged lilyaldridge and hoskelsa
yourusername: New York photoshoots 🗽
lilyaldridge: Best. Photoshoot. Ever.
↳ yourusername: Love u ❤️
↳ szoboszlaidominik: what about me szeretlek?
↳ hoskelsa: She’s not your girl anymore szoboszlaidominik she’s OUR girl
↳ lilyaldridge: Yeahhh hoskelsa
↳ yourusername: Calm down everyone. I love you szoboszlaidominik ❤️ (I’m yours lilyaldridge hoskelsa 😉)
↳ szoboszlaidominik: 🥺
szoboszlaidominik
liked by liverpoolfc, yourusername and 990,790 others
tagged yourusername
szoboszlaidominik: Haza a szerelmemmel ☠️
↳ yourusername: 😎
liverpoolfc: Enjoy your vacation szoboszlaidominik yourusername!
szoboszlai_zsolt13: Hamarosan találkozunk
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afterglow- pt.1 [ T.A.A ]
pairings: trent alexander arnold x femreader
summary: young and aspiring marketing and business major jamie carter (you) is privileged with working alongside the liverpool marketing and public relations team while also getting entangled with their star player and right back, trent alexander arnold.
[wc: 2.6k] [part 2] [part 3 ] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 7] [part 8]
genre(s): friends?? to lovers, work romance, fluff
notes: I've had this idea on my mind for months but I had no idea how to execute it at all. also instead of using the y/n insert, I gave the character a name even though it is read from your pov. It just made it easier to write lmao
"ms carter?"
your heart dropped at the sound of your name being called by an unfamiliar voice, which was something you were going to have to get used to. nonetheless, you turned around to see an older man approaching you with a warm smile and something in his hand.
when he got close enough he put out his hand and you politely shook it as a greeting, still not sure who you were talking to. before you could speak up however, you were interrupted by something being put in your hand.
"this is your staff id," the older man said and you took a closer look at the lanyard in your hand. the picture you had taken less than a few weeks ago was set neatly inside with your name, and position.
carter, jaime
[public relations manager- social media and marketing department]
public relations manager. those three words were enough to make you feel light headed.
you liked to think that your employment on liverpool fc's marketing team was nothing but pure luck. from the moment you handed in your resume for your university final year internship out of pure whim, then to you getting accepted for whatever reason until you got the email no less than a month after graduation asking you to come in for an interview.
all that lead up to the moment you were currently in. standing in the middle of the empty anfield stadium that you had visited for nearly every home game since you were a child. it was nothing but pure luck.
you were broken out of your daze by the older man chuckling about something, which showed that you hadn't heard a single word he said during the past five minutes. you mustered up a smile regardless to play it off and proceeded to follow him for what you thought was a building tour.
"I just realised that I never properly introduced myself," he laughed dryly and gestured for you to step into the tunnel before him. "I'm billy hogan- chief executive officer and I'm ever so sorry for being in a rush right now but I'd like you to be at the training center within the next 30 minutes."
your eyes widened in shock, your feet absentmindedly picking up its pace while hogan continued to speed through the building tour, leaving no room for questions but you decided to make a mental note to ask someone else when you got the chance.
you were escorted to the black s.u.v along with hogan immediately, running through the hundreds of questions you had at the moment. you know you only had room for one though before he was on another phone call.
"uhm sir-"
"yes ms carter?" the older man addressed without trailing his gaze from his cellphone screen or the pile of documents in front of him.
oh gosh.
you managed to clear your throat. "I'm not too sure why I'll be needed at the training center. shouldn't I be in the office or..."
when he heard you start to trail off, hogan shut the folder in his lap and turned to look at you with an expression you couldn't quite read. there was a moment of awkward silence that passed between the two of you in the backseat of the s.u.v, the driver not paying any mind to the conversation.
"our last marketing manager had to be fired because we found out that he was leaking information out to reporters and news broadcasters along with four other employees."
oh shit.
you shuffled in your seat as you tried to think of a response to the news but whenever you parted your lips to say something hogan would raise his finger as a sign that he wasn't done talking. so you swallowed the bitter taste in your mouth along with any comments and listened intently.
did it sound like he was targeting you and bordelined threatening you? yes, yes it did. but you were sure he meant well and was only trying to bring his point across.
"we're low on staff and that's why you were handed two very crucial roles and are expected to make up for the losses. you'll be working alongside the team as you read in the contract," he began once again with a knowing look which made your stomach drop.
because you didn't read the contract. not fully at least. your older sister was the one who urged you to sign it the second it was sent to your house. hell, it could've stated that you were required to donate an organ and you wouldn't have known all because your were too excited and didn't spare anything a second glance.
"but why didn't you just promote people that were already in the department instead of giving me the position straight away?"
hogan let out a dry chuckle and tended to his phone once again, not looking back at you. "because nobody else wanted the position. it's dangerous up there ms carter. so you may feel important right now, but if you can't handle the workload and expectations it's going to get messy."
well this is news to me.
to sum up hogan's lecture and recital of the contract off by heart, you were in fact set up to be working alongside the team as a higher ranking media representative because there needed to be more field work done. no pun intended.
but the fact that nobody else was up for the position didn't sit right with you.
"just make sure they look good for the camera and keep everyone entertained. you're an influencer yourself, so I'm entrusting you to keep everything in order. you were hired because you are young and are in the game already. so keep yourself level-headed and do your best."
no pressure I guess??
deciding to wear sneakers instead of heels today was by the far the best decision you've made in weeks. the weather in liverpool during september was nothing short of horrid. when you stepped out of the car your face was immediately hit with the harsh and crisp air that reminded you why you spent majority of your time indoors.
"welcome to our axa training center," hogan gestured to the building in front of you, it's ceiling to floor windows having you gawking in awe. "this is where you'll be spending a good amount of your time, but it's not as bad as it seems I promise."
what's so bad about watching a bunch of professional football players train half naked?
unlike your last building tour, hogan actually took his time showing you around this time. from the lobby, breakroom, staff rooms, gym and finally to the field where the team was out practicing-- or at least that's what you thought was happening judging by all the screaming.
the second you stepped foot out onto the field, klopp turned to look at you with a welcoming smile.
did he just sense my presence??
you felt frozen in your spot, the world had practically stopped spinning the second he called you and hogan over. when you made it over he halted his conversation with the person beside him to shake your hand.
"it's lovely to finally meet you ms carter," the team's manager politely greeted and it took every single nerve in your body for you to not do something stupid.
you bashfully laughed and brushed his comment off, "if anything, the pleasure is mine. I am extremely honoured to be working in this position."
after a few moments of getting to know each other and klopp giving you a bit of an idea of what he expected media-wise, you realised that you had work cut out for you, judging by klopp saying, "think of this as your second family. the team needs something different, and you ms carter, are exactly the home improvement that we need."
you felt like the weight of the world had just been put on your shoulders again, and his tone of utter sincerity wasn't making it any less pressurising. of course you wanted to do well and give your all into this role but it was going to take a bit of time getting used to.
I should have read that damn contract.
"would you like to meet the team?" klopp asked with a smile and lightly patted your shoulder.
the gesture alone was enough to render you speechless, and you weren't quite sure if you heard him correctly. "would I like to do what?"
"boys!"
your eyes widened in shock as he called the team over. you didn't know what to do or say, your fight or flight mode had nearly been activated and you swore you were about to sprint out of the training center, all the way back home.
you anxiously fiddled with your fingers, not knowing what to do with your hands as you watched the group of soccer players head your way with little to no care to which klopp gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "don't worry, they won't bite."
you mustered up an awkward laugh, muttering under your breath as you mentally prepared yourself for the moment. you obviously hadn't met any of them before, the closest you had gotten was going to the stadium to watch their matches.
the closest you had gotten to any interaction with any professional soccer player in general however, would be at the beginning of the year when jude bellingham followed you back on Instagram. which was still the best day of your life up to date.
you were awestruck, words unable to form as they all huddled up in front of you. you could see the sweat beading on their foreheads which caused a shiver to travel down your spine.
"boys this is ms jaime carter." klopp gestured to you and you managed a small wave, trying to ignore the sound of your heart beating in your ears. "she'll be working with us from now on, as manager of the pr manager for both the marketing and social media departments."
you were greeted with a choir of 'hello's' and listened to klopp give everyone the run-down and a little enlightenment into the situation regarding the last bundle of staff that had to be cut off so abruptly.
"pfft, snitches."
you head turned to look in the direction of the comment, that was immediately reprimanded.
"curtis," klopp started and the soccer player pursed his lips apologetically.
"sorry boss."
"aren't you a little too young to be the manager of two departments?"
your eyebrows raised at the question from harvey. klopp and hogan had to attend to a last minute call from the clubs directors so you were left with the team to "get to know each other", but most of them got back to training which left you with harvey, curtis and trent.
you shifted your weight to your right leg, your head tilting to the side challengingly as you eyed the boy. "well you're younger than i am and playing professional football. what does me being a pr manager make any difference?"
trent and curtis couldn't help but snicker at your counter, jokingly mocking their younger teammate until he got visibly irritated.
"you can't deny us the right to laugh at you," trent said jokingly and kicked the ball to harvey, who passed it to cutis again.
their banter went on for a few minutes as you watched the ball pass between the three of them until harvey spoke up again.
"you're straight out of university though so--"
his sentence was cut off by someone yelling, "ball!", to which you all instinctively looked up only to realise a little to late that it was headed in your direction.
shit.
you backed away just in time to get the ball before it hit the ground. the second it came into contact with your foot, you sent it back virgil's way to which he gave you a smile.
a familiar feeling stired up in your stomach after, but you pushed it aside and for back to your train of thought. "and you're straight out of high-school. so i rest my case."
a moment of silence took over, trent and curtis both shifting their gazes from you and all the way over to virgil who was over at the goal post.
harvey was taking the moment to recollect your high school comment. it was because he was short wasn't it? that's all people had to throw at him these days.
it was trent's turn to speak up, his eyebrows raised while curtis muttered to himself about the distance or something like that. "have you played before?"
before you could answer, your name was being called by hogan since it was time to get back to the office building. you huffed out a breath and sent the three boys a smile.
"looks like today's 'q and a' was cut short." you took a few steps back, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your puffer jacket. "you might as well stock them up for next time. I'll be more than happy to feed your curious minds."
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a date at the local spring fair seems to bloom your situationship into a relationship
trent alexander-arnold x reader
A/N: based on this request! Also been dyinggg to go to my local fair, so I immediately came up with this idea!! 🫶🫶 (does this photo of trent not make you weak in the knees?? 😭)
W/C: 1.804
your eyes dart to your phone screen again, reading the last text message your date sent you. he said he’d be there in a minute, so you shove your phone back into your jacket.
the fair isn’t very busy today, most likely due to it being a weekday. the weather had started picking up these past few days. gloomy, rainy winter days replaced with sunny, warm spring days.
you’d missed seeing the blue sky and the pretty, colorful flowers in the park. you had noticed most people were much happier and of course, just like the little lambs being born, symbolizing a new life- your own life seemed to also flicker to another chapter.
you and trent have known each other for a couple of months now. first meeting through a mutual friend at a small, intimate party on a rainy november night. you hadn’t thought much of it at first. of course- he was handsome, and that wasn’t something you could look away from.
you knew who he was, as a football player for one of the world’s best clubs- you’d assumed he would be too busy interacting with other people to notice you.
obviously, you also were too busy speaking to the people you did know. until- one of your mutual friends had introduced him to you.
unbeknownst to you, he’d been eyeing you across the room since he’d caught sight of the pretty smile you’d flash your friend when they said something funny. at first glance, he had almost choked on his unnecessarily expensive tequila, it burning horribly in the back of his throat.
he barely recovered from the shock before one of his best mates had dragged him across the venue, insisting he’d talk to you. only, because he thought ‘you two would be a great couple’.
you were caught off guard at first, but the looks your friends were sending you- had given you enough courage to speak to him without being flustered.
you two only hung out more after that night, accepting frequent invites to his games, and random visits to each other’s place, which only increased when trent got injured.
you look up at the shout of your name, turning around to see trent walk up to you. he’s dressed nicely as usual, comfy enough for all the rides and games you’d planned to play.
“hi!” you beam, greeted by his pearly white smile. his lips turned up when he makes eye contact with you.
“hey, you alright?” he asks, his scouser accent familiar as he gives you a warm hug. you bury your face in the crook of his neck for a moment, smelling his signature cologne.
“I’m fine, how ‘bout you and your knee?” you question, knowing that he didn’t have to wear a brace anymore.
“better, I can walk properly- at least..” he replies, the both of you starting to walk past the various games and food trucks.
it doesn’t take long before you’re both immersed into the money-grabbing games available. from popping balloons with darts to a donut-eating contest. which you won, that left you with powdered sugar all over the corners of your mouth. prompting trent to gently wipe the sugary product off with his thumb and a raised heartbeat he had difficulty controlling.
“let’s try that roller coaster over there..” you suggest, pointing up to the least intimidating one.
“you don’t want to go in the one that goes upside down?” he asks, pressing the bunny plushie you had won into his chest. you hold back a chuckle at the sight, shaking your head.
“nope, don’t trust going upside down on a rollercoaster that’s practically been pulled out of a suitcase..” you state, lining up with him so you can get on the attraction.
he chuckles at your explanation, glancing at your impatient expression. thankfully, it’s your turn after a few minutes. you both strap in safely, making sure the bars are as tight as possible against your chest and stomach.
“aren’t you scared?” he asks, looking at your giddy expression. you shake your head almost immediately, making sure your pockets are zipped so your phone won’t fall out.
soon, the cart you’re in slowly starts rolling up. your breath hitches in excitement, wind starting to blow into your faces. you glance at trent, who’s sporting a less excited expression, so you shout in excitement when the cart drops and goes up multiple times. hoping your happiness will be infectious and cheer him up.
it works! the couple of looks you sneak, tell you he was pretty satisfied, cheering and shouting along with you.
you take a deep breath when the cart stops. the both of you slightly dizzy when you step out.
“you liked that one?” you ask, fixing your jacket as you both start walking away, walking past other attractions.
“i did! i was nervous for a moment, won’t lie..” he replies, scouser accent thick and laced with excitement.
“good, I’m glad you liked it- oh look!” you suddenly exclaim. pointing to the haunted house, fake skeletons, and more ‘scary’ props used to decorate the entrance.
“you want to go inside?” trent asks, raising a brow at you. he wasn’t aware that you were such an adrenaline junkie, or were you?
“yes, let’s go!” you urge, paying the entrance fee, and stepping inside. the bunny plushie now pressed into your side as you both start walking into the dark maze.
“i can’t see anything..” you murmur, eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. your arm grazes trent’s, which in turn makes your breath hitch. your temperature rises, despite the coldness of the room you’re in.
“me neither..” you hear trent mutter, he glances at you in the dark. your arms touching each other every now and then. the numerous fake spiderwebs and bone-chilling moving skulls making you freeze up often.
entering another room, you’re immediately greeted by a zombie. the special effects props and makeup, too good not to jump and scream.
“shit!” you exclaim, back pressing against trent’s chest when you take a step back.
“what the fuck!” you hear the scouser shout against your ear. it hurts for a moment, but you’re too focused on the zombie trying to get close to you to care about it.
you feel strong hands grab at your jacket. instinctively you know it’s trent, so you keep scuffling forward. trying your best to ignore the groaning and gurgling sounds coming from the too-talented actor.
walking through the empty hall, you look at him, his grip on your jacket loosening.
“you’re such a coward..” you accuse, laughing when remembering how he shouted in fear.
“you’re the one who yelled first..” he retorts, and you can make out a smirk on his face.
“here, take my hand.” he offers, holding his hand out. which you can only see because of the green lights strung along the dusty hallway.
your heart skips a beat or two, stopping you in your tracks. you feel your face heat up, and you’re glad he can’t fully make out your dumbfounded expression in the dark. you quickly shove away that lovesick feeling, trying to compose yourself.
“that’s a really weird way to propose, but okay..” you tease, your fingers intertwining with trent’s. knowing you’d probably made him more dazzled than he made you flustered.
“wait, no- i meant-" he stutters, mind going totally foggy as he forgets how to form a proper sentence in his state. you hold back a smile, knowing his brain was probably running kilometers an hour.
“wait, did you say you’d marry me?” he suddenly questions, face contouring into confusion and a dumbstruck expression.
“uh, no?” you feign your upmost innocence, thumb grazing his knuckles. a sweet, comforting touch, but it only makes the short circuit in his brain worse.
you smirk to yourself, carefully dragging him along. mindful of his injury as your hearts beat in unison, like electric sparks flying off the pads of your fingers.
the hold on each other’s hands only gets tighter, until the last jumpscare. this time, your entire front is pressed against his back, it scaring you a bit too much. you thought the cackling clown was the end of the attraction.
you catch your breath when you finally step outside, trent’s hand on your back. soothing rubs helping you calm down faster.
“why- why would they think using a knife prop was a good idea?” you pant, questioning if the ten-pound entrance fee was worth it.
trent squeezes into your hand, reassuring you with his touch. “you’re good, it’s all fake- remember?” he rationalizes your thoughts, slowly pulling you away to the food trucks.
he sits you down on a small wooden bench and table, eyes roaming on your face to check up on you.
“are you alright?” he asks, face inching closer to yours. his breath hitting your lips.
“I’m fine, really..” you reassure, squeezing into the plushy for comfort.
“let’s have something to eat, then we’ll get on the ferris wheel. is that okay?” he asks, voice patient and sweet. the kindness in his expression and words cheers you up a bit. so, you smile, nodding in agreement.
“i’ve heard that they have really nice tacos. want to try?” he suggests, glancing up at the food truck in question.
“sure, let’s try them.” you answer, he nods walking away to order and collect your food. he comes back fairly quickly, placing the delicious and warm tacos on the table. not to forget, the extra cups of guacamole, lime and sour cream.
“eat up before they get cold..” he says, the both of you digging into your food and drink of choice. a comfortable silence ensues, with soft hums and small comments made in delight.
“i love fair food..” you hum, taking the last few sips of your drink. trent nods in agreement, leaning over to wipe some of the sour cream off your lip.
you pause your movements at the action, eyes darting to his brown ones. his touch is delicate and careful, and he folds the napkin after pulling away.
“there, all clean..” he mutters, cleaning the table off and coming back from the recycling bin.
“do you want to go on the ferris wheel now? it’s getting dark, and the view will be nice..” he asks, unconsciously holding his hand out for you to hold.
you nod excitedly, clutching onto his warm hand as you both make your way to the ferris wheel. your bodies touching as you lean them against each other, waiting in line for the last attraction of the night.
it’s imminent that a sweet first kiss will be shared, right? a flicker to the next chapter of your life. the city lights witnessing a love blooming like a patch of yellow daffodils in spring.
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as of now I write for:
trent alexander arnold
pablo gavi
jude bellingham
pedri gonzalez
dominik szoboszlai
but I'm more than happy to take requests for anyone else, but those are my mains at the moment
what do I write:
I write blurbs, longer fics and rambles— mostly fluff and angst (I'm only a girl 😓) I suck at writing smut tbh, but maybe I'll venture that route someday
guys, I am a mood writer and get writers block for like a solid month sometimes, so I'm sorry if your requests are left just marinating in my drafts with like two words 😭😭 but I'll make sure to get them out asap!
things I will not!! write for:
anything containing abuse (of any kind!)
non-consensual situations and overall toxicity (I like my flags green thank you very much)
anything that makes me uncomfortable or I just can't manage to find a liking to (certain kinks because I am left in shock by the things I see omw)
if I do come across something of the sort I'll just ignore it and carry on with something else
I'm sorry if this put any of you off, but we all have boundaries so let's respect them. we're here to have a good time and run away from out real life problems and hyperfixate like antisocial teenage girls
I wouldn't even mind having normal conversations with you guys, like seriously. you saw something funny? send it over. you're upset over a match or a football player is going off the rails? spill the tea sis.
I'll probably post a list of get-to-know-me questions sometime soon so that I'm not just some random author lmao, and from that you can ask away and I'll answer :)
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gifting your boyfriend flowers because he deserves some
dominik szoboszlai x reader
A/N: based on this request! loved writing this 🫶
W/C: 1.543
your eyes dart from flower to flower. your senses are almost overwhelmed with all types of floral scents as you stand in your local florist shop. pondering over which flowers your boyfriend would love.
you fidget with the small booklet in your hand, flipping through the pages. the symbolism of all different types of flowers written in it.
you read the names and meanings, mentally remembering the options you think will fit together nicely. although, red roses are beautiful and romantic, you wanted to go with something more special. you wanted to put a little more effort in to convey your feelings perfectly.
you adjust your bag, it slung over your shoulders. you had just left work a couple minutes ago, immediately driving to the florist down the block.
you wanted to gift your boyfriend flowers. mostly, because he'd always given you flowers. whether it was a special occasion or not. he would do anything to see a smile forming on your beautiful face. it made him feel warm and fuzzy, his heart almost leaping out of his chest as you showed him how happy you were.
he'd just come back from international break. you were super bummed out about the fact that you couldn't go. so, you kept being a supportive partner and watched every one of his games. you were so proud. he scored in both matches, and you felt like he needed to be shown some love and appreciation for his hard work.
you had read the text messages he sent you earlier. he told you he had landed safely and arrived home already. which made you very eager to get home and back into his muscular arms.
after a good ten minutes of pondering and asking questions to the sweet lady who owns the shop. you finally land on a bouquet of tulips, wax flowers, and carnations. all symbolizing deep love, luck and fascination.
you watch the florist combine the flowers into a gorgeous bouquet. you thank her after paying, walking out of the shop satisfied.
your mind begins wondering to how your boyfriend is going to react to being the one receiving the flowers this time. you step into your car, placing the bouquet on the passenger's seat and begin driving.
you arrive home fairly fast and park your car quickly. you dig your hands into your pocket, grabbing your keys, and enter your home.
it's quiet when you step inside. there is no actual sign dominik is home, except the fact that his black puffer jacket was hung up on the coat hanger.
you can almost predict he's sitting on the couch, playing a game on the PlayStation. he loved playing cod, the game was very violent in nature, but it was his favorite way to cope with his stress and worries. especially, when you cuddled up next to him or on his lap.
when he was away for days, he craved pressing sweet kisses on your face. he adored wrapping an arm around you, loving the way your skin felt on his.
you take your jacket off, hanging it up, and place your bag on the kitchen island. you look around carefully, looking for dominik.
you hold the pretty bouquet behind your back, confused when you don't spot him in the living room. you decide to take your chances and walk upstairs.
you frown as you can't hear a single indication he's home, so you wander into your shared bedroom. you peek your head inside, stepping through the doorway.
you jump back suddenly when a pink bouquet of tulips is shoved into your surprised face. you gasp in disbelief, eyes widening.
you look up from the gorgeous flowers, making eye contact with your sweet boyfriend. a smile plastered on his face, his hair a damp, wavy mess.
"hi, szerelmem.." (my love)
he says, voice thick with emotion and love. he leans down, brushing his thumb against your cheekbone and pressing a soft, tender kiss to your lips.
you reach up to clutch his white t-shirt, pulling him closer to yourself. his beard scratches against your skin, but that's the least of your worries. the feeling of kissing your boyfriend after so many days apart is the only thing on your mind.
his hand with the bouquet inches behind your back. the soft rustling of both bouquets when they touch peeks his interest. he hums against your lips for a moment, pulling away.
"what do you have behind your back?"
he asks, moving his head to take a look.
you tighten your grip on the flowers, smiling at the fact that you'd both thought of gifting each other flowers.
you slowly reveal the custom-made bouquet to him. a huge smile forming on his handsome face.
"What are these for, szívem?" (my heart)
you didn't know his smile could get any wider, but he proves you wrong when you watch him cheese and melt over how cute you are.
"I thought it would be romantic.."
you answer, grinning from ear to ear. both bouquets held up next to each other.
he chuckles, pulling you close again and planting a sweet kiss on the tip of your nose. your eyes flutter at the gesture, and you scrunch your nose after.
"you're cute, so cute.."
he mumbles, watching you reach up. you run a hand through his damp hair, messy waves sitting on top of his head. indicating he just got out of the shower.
your favorite look on him, by far.
"Let's put them in vases?"
you suggest, making him nod. the both of you walking towards the kitchen to prep the flowers for the vases.
you both settle on the couch after a while, both bouquets sitting in their separate vase, on the coffee table for now.
dominik grabs you by your waist, guiding you to sit on his lap. you do, without hesitation, wrapping your arms around him.
"don't you want to tell me which flowers you got me, édesem?" (honey)
you nod eagerly, ready to describe the meaning of each flower. wanting to tell him how much effort you put into assembling the flowers.
"Okay, so the pink tulips- you already know that one. it means- deep love and affection.."
you begin rambling, unbeknownst to you. he doesn't stop you, though. his hands run up and down your thighs, listening intently to your voice, a sound he couldn't get enough of.
you don't notice the look he's giving you, too occupied with your story, but he's absolutely hypnotized by your beauty.
how your eyes move and dart away, how your lips curl up into a smile, how you raise your brows and use your hands when explaining something you’re passionate about.
"..and obviously, you always get me flowers- so I thought you deserved them too.."
you finish your story, taking a deep breath since you talked absurdly long and fast.
"I missed you.."
he suddenly whispers, the movement of his hands on your thighs stopping. instead he moves his hands to your back, pulling you flush against his body.
you hum in surprise, pressing your face against his chest. his musky body wash and aftershave is a very manly, but comforting scent to you.
"me too, I'm happy you’re back, baby.."
he hums, the rumble of his chest making you smile.
"you liked the flowers, right?"
he asks, already knowing your answer, but he loved hearing you verbally tell him how you felt.
"of course, I do.. but you stole my idea with the tulips.."
you joke, chuckling at his confused expression.
"I'm sorry. how can I be forgiven, lelkem?” (my soul)
he asks, smirk playing on his lips. his eyes are narrow when he looks at you. you raise your head, making eye contact with him from an intimate angle.
"cuddle?"
your request is simple, no beating around the bush. you had missed his touch, the feeling of safety he gave you, and especially his voice.
"alright, drágám.." (my precious..)
he says, lifting you up from your position on his lap. he holds you tightly as he walks you to your bedroom.
he playfully throws you onto the bed, walking away for a moment to collect the now full vases. placing each other’s gift on the respective nightstand.
you watch him intently, patting his side of the bed to call him over. he grins at you, lying down beside you, his hand sliding underneath your shirt.
"how was work?"
he asks as you play with his dark brown hair. his eyes roam on your face as if to remember every single inch of it.
“tiring, I’m hungry though..”
he rubs your back, placing a soft kiss on your lips.
“how about we do a little date night?” he suggests, hand tracing the middle of your back.
“for what?”
“I haven’t seen you in so long. i want to take my szép édesem out..” (pretty sweetheart)
“Where to?”
you ask, your stomach growling at the thought of going out for delicious food.
“you’ll see, can you get ready in- an hour?”
you nod excitedly, pressing multiple kisses on his face before scrambling out of bed and into your closet. you hear a loud laugh behind you, your boyfriend watching your figure disappear as you get excited over your clothing options.
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your boyfriend is left confused when you refuse to let him kiss you
darwin núñez x reader
A/N: based on this request! <3 hope this was close to your expectations, enjoy reading!
W/C: 1.530
"don't- don't you dare kiss me."
you mutter, holding your hand out in front of you in defense. leaning back as your boyfriend leans in to give you a sweet kiss.
he was confused when you initially didn’t greet him at the front door when he arrived. Instead he found you lying down on the couch in the living room, awfully quiet with a pink blanket draped over your body.
he bee-lined to you after taking his coat and shoes off. the weather in england was as cold as ever, something your boyfriend slowly became used to after almost two years.
you watched him wash his hands in the kitchen sink. he had walked over to you when done, a frown forming on his face at your unusual appearance.
Though, the frown on your face and the way you refused to let him kiss you, made him think he had fucked up.
darwin freezes at the thought, mind racing as he thinks through anything he did or could've done wrong before he left home for training earlier that morning.
he'd given you a goodbye kiss, so it couldn't be that. he'd also done his chore of taking the trash out, and even continued texting you throughout the day, up until you stopped responding around noon.
he couldn’t lie, he missed you from the moment he stepped out of your shared house, until the moment he arrived back home.
so, what could've been the reason he was denied the luxury of giving you a kiss?
you sit up from the couch, blanket falling off your upper body and onto your lap. you’re too focused on his facial expression to notice his hands inching closer to you.
"w- why not? I waited all day for you, amor.."
he asks, brows furrowing in question, an idea popping up in his head. a way to get you out of your petty mood.
"because-" you mumble, wanting to answer his question, but before you get to finish your sentence, a shriek leaves your lips.
feeling your boyfriend's freshly-washed, cold hands up your warm sweater, touching your bare skin. his hands on either side of your waist.
a soft chuckle leaves his lips, his eyes crinkling as he watches your reaction. your brows raising in surprise as you begin kicking away at him to push his cold hands off of your burning skin.
"ésta bien-" (alright-) he begins giving into your protests, laughing at your facial expression.
though, he suddenly pauses for a moment. noticing how hot your skin feels against his palm. normally, your temperature would begin to feel regular by now.
your kicking and shoving stops as you watch him remove his hands from underneath your sweater. hands reaching for your forehead and neck instead. taking his time to feel your temperature, again.
"¿estás enferma, mami?" (are you sick, mami?)
he asks, continuing to feel for your temperature as you squirm underneath his cold hands.
"I wanted to tell you." you murmur, giving him a slight glare for cutting you off right when you were going to explain yourself.
"perdón, cariño.." (sorry, darling..)
he replies, his expression softening at your sudden, sickly face. he felt horrible about the fact that he didn't notice his love wasn't feeling well.
"don't come any closer.." you quickly say, leaning back with all the energy you have left in your body, covering your face with the blanket on your lap.
"¿qué estás haciendo?" (What are you doing?)
darwin asks confused, pulling the blanket off your head. you look up at him with a sheepish look, leaning back again.
"you'll get sick, baby. you just got better from injury and your team needs you." you explain, weary of the distance between you and him.
you feel him snake his hand to your sweaty nape, pulling you closer. his cold hands slowly started to feel more soothing against your burning skin, rather than shocking.
he sits down next to you, pulling you closer and making you lay your head down on his lap. moving quickly to place the blanket neatly over your body.
"no seas tonta. I would rather get sick with you, instead of you suffering alone..” (Don't be silly)
you sigh, really stubborn about not wanting him to get sick. you try to get up from your position, but to no avail. the stern look he's giving you, accompanied by the snug hold he has on you, makes it impossible for you to book it to your shared bedroom.
"don't move, cariño. do you need anything?"
he asks, voice laced with concern and love. his thumb rubbing against your cheek as he watches your face intently for any signs of discomfort.
you bite your lip in consideration. you were sick, and needed to eat something before you took your meds.
"food?" you mumble, looking up at him. admiring how good he looked, even in an angle like this one.
even though you weren't the best at cooking, darwin was a disaster at cooking. you both would usually manage to put a good meal together, but right now, no way is that possible. him being in the kitchen was probably a bigger danger to you than a fever.
"food? are you not in pain? don’t you want any medicine?” he asks, cocking a brow.
"my body aches a little, along with my throat, but medicine comes after food, obviously.." you mumble, managing to give him a cheeky half-smile.
you hear a small chuckle leave his lips. he leans down, placing a tender kiss on your hairline.
"esperar.." (hold on)
he mumbles, pulling his phone from his pocket and scrolling through the 'soup' category on the food delivery app. his other hand continuing to stroke your cheek.
"how about some soup?"
"the one from last time? sure.."
you answer, feeling him glance down to look at your sudden shifting. you’re lying down on your side now, darwin's hand coming to rest on the small of your back. his finger still tapping on his phone, his cologne comforting to your senses.
"it will be here in 45-minutes. do you want to lay down in bed until then, amor?" he asks, turning his phone off after successfully ordering your food.
his hands start scratching your back, promoting a small sigh to leave your dry lips as you nod.
you sit up from his lap, stretching your arm out as you shiver. you feel your boyfriend’s arms snake around your back and thighs, lifting you up in a swift motion before you could protest. sneakily kissing the corner of your mouth when you're distracted as he carries you to bed.
"darwin, you're going to get sick!”
you exclaim, moving away when he moves the covers back and places you in your bed.
"no te preocupes- solo un beso.." (don't worry- just a kiss..)
you roll your eyes and recline back to your side of the bed. watching him place the blanket over you, gasping when he walks away and comes back with another thick blanket.
“no, that’s too much!” you exclaim, already feeling like you’re freezing and boiling at the same time. your sweat-drenched sweater wasn’t helping you either.
“It’s better. you have to sweat more, amor..” he says, practically suffocating you as you feel the thick fabric surround your body. you look up at him with a defeated look and try to hold back a tired yawn, eyes watering.
“¿que? are you crying, mami?” he says, moving closer to you to cup your cheek, prompting you to look at him with half-closed eyes.
“no, I’m just tired..” you mutter, leaning into his touch, cool hand soothing your hot skin.
“close you eyes and take a nap. I’ll wake you up..” he says, planting two kisses on your temple before beginning to step away.
“wait, stay here..” you croak out, reaching for his hand again. wanting his presence next to you. especially when you’re feeling uneasy and in need of comfort.
he freezes in his steps, your soft, vulnerable tone pulling at his heartstrings and melting his thoughts into nothing. he turns you immediately, eyes wide in concern.
he gets in the bed next to you, realizing you wanted a cuddle, even though you were so adamant on not getting him sick. he places his hand on the double-stacked blankets, moving his hand up and down your covered stomach.
“why were you leaving?” you ask, eyes closed in exhaustion, voice cracking.
“I wanted to grab a wet washcloth for you..”
he explains, continuing to comfort you. his touch feels like melatonin, and you feel like you’re about to take the longest nap of your life.
you hum in reply, closing your eyes while clutching onto his hand, feeling cold shivers and sweat trickle down your spine. just wanting to feel better already.
“está bien. sleep now, mi amor..” he whispers, trying to hold you as close as possible without making you feel like you’re suffocating.
your deep breaths turn shallow as your eyes flutter shut, knowing that when you wake up, you’ll have a sweet, caring boyfriend and a warm bowl of savory soup awaiting you.
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Witnessing your fiancé win his first final as a captain is a beautiful experience.
virgil van dijk x reader
A/N: trying something new! let me know what you think. this is some four am fluffy brainrot btw
W/C: 1.340
you wipe your clammy hands on the fabric of your blue jeans. it’s warm, you think, even though it’s barely ten degrees outside. your anxious, warm breaths turning into clouds when coming in contact with the cold air. the only thing missing is rain, the clouds looming over wembley stadium tonight would probably take care of that soon.
your eyes drift to the huge scoreboard a ‘waiting for extra time’ and a frustrating 0-0 meeting your eyes. virgil had managed to score a beautiful header a little past the second half of the match, though it was sadly disallowed after a var check.
you feel your hand being squeezed, it snapping you back to reality as you look to your left. cody’s girlfriend noa giving you a sweet smile. you had gotten close since both your partners were already very close, especially after cody transferred to liverpool a little over a year ago.
“calm down, I’m pregnant and not as anxious as you. have some faith in the boys.” she teases, trying lighten up your obviously nervous mood. you mirror the smile on her face, giving her a little nod in acknowledgment.
you had faith in the team, of course you did. you’d rooted and cheered at every match you’d been to, ever since you and virgil started dating four years ago. he’d proposed only last summer on vacation in beautiful mauritius.
you know how capable and trustworthy your fiancé is. leading liverpool as captain impeccably this season, and it looked like he and the team were back into their best form.
if liverpool won tonight, it would become his first trophy win as captain. extra special since klopp had announced his departure in the summer. giving the one of a kind manager a trophy his last season was very deserved.
you watch as the first fifteen minutes of extra time begin. you hold your breath a multitude of times, gasping and shouting along with the rest of the supporters when the chelsea players got a little too close to the net.
it seems like absolute torture when the second part of extra time starts. it had to happen within these fifteen minutes, otherwise you’d have to go to penalties. which in your opinion and many others was a stupid gamble, no matter how hard you’d practice shooting or stopping the ball. the saying ‘practice makes perfect’ didn’t apply to penalties, you always thought.
your eyes land on your sweaty, tired looking fiancé. his tall, big frame very easy to distinguish, even all the way across the stadium. his perfectly done hair was probably a little messy by now, small flyaways escaping from the low bun you’d styled carefully that morning before he left the house.
you watch as liverpool gets a corner, your eyes flickering to the scoreboard. knowing they had about three minutes to finally score the winning goal. maybe, this was their last chance. you and noa squeeze each others hand tighter, her other hand on her bump as you both watch kostas walk to kick the corner.
you hold your breath, kostas shoots and GOAL!
your fiancé scores a header, the liverpool supporters all roar in celebration. you and noa squealing and hugging each other from happiness. you heart swells due to how extremely proud you are of your fiancé. having difficultly holding back tears in your eyes.
the next few moments pass like a blur and before you know it, you see virgil holding up the trophy, surrounded by the entire team. you hug all of the wives and girlfriends next to you, some of them even teasing you by congratulating you for being engaged to virgil. you laugh, but you know they’re pretty much right. he was an absolute gem, both as an athlete, leader and your loving partner.
all of you are full with joy and relief, singing to ynwa proudly as you feel like you’re about to burst from happiness.
one would ask why you’d be so hyped and excited about winning the carabao cup, as if it was the champions league final. though, to you it didn’t matter what your fiancé won or achieved. you would get exited and emotional about it every single time, without fail.
you’re stoked as security confirms you can go down to the pitch to celebrate. you make sure noa is with cody safely before looking around for virgil. your eyes dart around as you almost spin a circle. you finally spot him looking at the spot you were sitting at, realizing he was doing what you were doing.
looking for one another.
“baby!” you call out, trying to get his attention. he turns immediately at the recognition of your voice. the sound of it never failed to bring a smile to his face, melting his heart like a ice cube thrown in boiling water.
you finally manage to make eye contact with him, running up to him as if you hadn’t seen him in years. you jump into his arms, his hands automatically moving to your thighs, unfazed by your sudden weight pressing against his body. his own motm award rested against your thigh, as he held both you and the award.
“there’s my beautiful love..” he says, his hair is indeed messy, baby hairs stuck to his sweaty forehead.
“I’m so proud of you..” you answer, panting a bit from your little run, looking into his brown eyes, your eyes traveling to the beauty mark underneath his eye, you oh-so-loved.
you cup his chiseled jaw, running the pad of your thumb along his short stubble. leaning in to kiss him breathlessly, lips pressing onto his plump ones, tasting the sweet energy drink he had probably just chugged. you wrap your thighs a little tighter around him, deepening the kiss. your own little prize for him to show how proud you are, for now…
you both were never the pda type, especially in front cameras that broadcasted worldwide at this point. so he only swipes his tongue along your bottom lip once, before pulling away. allowing you to stand on your own two feet again as he lowers you carefully.
“come take pictures with me, baby..”
he drags you towards the club’s photographers, making sure you both have pictures to look back on. holding both trophy’s as he allows you to hold the cup its self. eventually, rain sprinkling on both your faces.
after a couple more hours of celebrating you both arrive back home in cheshire, a prefect place you’d imagine to spend the next few years with your fiancé. you’d fallen in love with it, just like you heard your other wag friends say.
you lay on your bed, absolutely exhausted, maybe even more than virgil who had ran around the pitch for 120 minutes. you weren’t aware of the time, but from celebrating to the ride home, you could estimate it was past midnight already.
your eyes almost flutter shut, before you watch virgil walk out of the bathroom. freshly showered and dressed in his new pajamas you’d just got him.
“getting sleepy?” he asks, laying down on his side of the bed, pulling you in closer. his tatted arm wrapping around your back.
you hum, scooting closer to his chest and turning to lay on your stomach. placing your hands on his chest as you look down at him. the back of his head pressed against the white and gray pillows on your shared bed. his long curls splayed over them, not in a ponytail or bun, hair products he’d just applied smelling delicious.
this was your man, so fucking good looking you fought the urge to bite your knuckles. his gaze softened as his eyebrows relaxed, his bigger hand running up and down your back.
he lead his team amazingly, with a long list of injuries at the club you were worried. but the fact that they made it happen was insane, with the deciding goal from your fiancé and amazing leadership you couldn’t help but swoon over him, nonstop. eyes roaming around his handsome face.
“you okay love?” he asks in a deeper voice, chest vibrating against your hands. his hand now rubbing your nape. practically soothing you to sleep with his touch.
“I’m just admiring you…” you say, voice quieter than you expected. exhaustion taking over your body by the second.
“I can do that all night, baby. go to sleep now, hm…” he mutters, his hand pushing your head down onto his chest as you listen to his heartbeat. it lulls you asleep instantly.
he can only sigh in delight, a stressful but beautiful night ending with you sleeping comfortably in his strong arms. knowing you’d be supporting and loving him whatever happens, it just showed the love you had for each other.
his one and only love…
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