Summary: A Lil Trent Drabble Bc I'm Currently Obsessed

summary: a lil trent drabble bc i'm currently obsessed

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bf trent who loves gossip! every single time you come home after being out with your friends he's dragging you to the sofa and making you update him on all the drama

bf trent who pretends to hate it when you mock his accent but he secretly adores it

bf trent who loves nicknames and would rather die than call you your first name "baby" "angel" "love" "gorgeous" "my girl" "beautiful"

bf trent who gets offended when you call him by his first name and not baby

bf trent who is the sassiest man you have ever come across

bf trent who isn't the best with words and sometimes worries that you don't know just how much he loves you

bf trent who makes up for all those worries he has by spoiling you and giving you everything you could ever possibly want despite your protests

bf trent who is so unbelievably shy at first you can't help but be absolutely enamoured by him

bf trent who cannot wait to start a family and spend the rest of his life with you

bf trent who has a possessive side that is rare but strong when it comes out

bf trent who can't quite believe he's lucky enough to be loved by you

bf trent who'd move mountains for you just to see you smile

bf trent who values quality time with you above all else and always makes it his top priority

bf trent who adores cliché romantic things and is more than happy to make a 3 course meal candlelit dinner at home to suprise you

bf trent who'd rather spend a saturday at home with you binging films than going out

bf trent who needs your praise because under that confident shell he often doubts himself

bf trent who's doubts always manifest into your sex life and he craves the praise "tell me i feel good baby, please'

bf trent who suddenly becomes extremely verbal when he has you in bed "that's my good girl" "doing so well for me" "such a slut for me huh baby?" "taste so good beautiful" "taking my cock so well angel"

bf trent who can only tease you for a little bit before he feels guilty for denying his angel what he wants

bf trent who loves fucking you while you wear his jersey because it reminds him whose you are

Cry Out My Name

TW: Kylian being a bitch with his teasing (not sure if that’s a tw, but yeah)

Genre: lots of sexual tension, smut.

Plot: You are Kylian Mbappé’s personal chef. You have had a thing for him for quiet some time now, but you maintain your professional cool and stick to the rules. But there was a specific night, that shifted something in both of your hearts. That type of shift where jealousy gets in your way, and he likes it.

A\N: Special thanks to @kylianmbappeh for helping me out with this one, enduring my annoyance whilst having a sore throat. Get well soon babe.

And a special thanks to @kevjrr for assisting me, reviewing my posters. ilysm

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“nobody ever made me feel this way”

genre — romance, pure fluff, literally just trent being in love

word count — 4.6k

summary — after years of keeping their relationship private, y/n and trent open up about their journey. from their first meeting at the liverpool training grounds to navigating fame and distance, they share candid and heartwarming stories. join us for an intimate look into their life as they reflect on their past, celebrate their present, and look forward to their future together.

an — i am in love with this!! i've been working on it for awhile and i am so happy with how it turned out. let me know your thoughts!!

PREVIEW

for the first time ever, the alexander-arnold family opens the doors to their home, inviting viewers into the intimate details of their love story. from their first encounter through the sweet stages of puppy love to the enduring bond of their marriage, they share it all. the studio buzzes with energy as the interview unfolds, the crew eager to delve deeper into trent and y/n’s relationship.

y/n sat comfortably in a cozy part of their home, the familiar surroundings offering some solace amidst the fluttering nerves in her chest. she had never done an interview like this before—one that felt so personal, so exposed. the screen before her flickered to life, showing trent's face in another room, and she could see the reassurance in his smile even from afar.

before the interview began, trent's words echoed in her mind: "you've got this, y/n. just be yourself. they’ll love you, beautiful girl, just like i do." his voice, always a source of comfort, wrapped around her like a warm blanket, calming the anxious thrum of her heartbeat.

“it's great to meet you, y/n! thank you for welcomung us into your beautiful home.”

she returned the interviewer’s greeting with a smile, a mixture of excitement and apprehension tugging at her. as the questions began, her mind wandered back to the start of their story, the memories vivid and cherished.

“let’s start with the basics: when was the first time you met? was it love at first sight?”

her eyes softened, the warmth of nostalgia flooding her as she remembered that unforgettable day. midsummer in liverpool, her father stepping into his new role as assistant manager at the club, and the fresh start it brought for their family. the club's embrace was immediate, their welcome heartfelt, and she recalled the joy of that day—the high fives, the sweets, the signed shirt from the players. it was a day filled with the promise of new beginnings, and unbeknownst to her, the first steps toward a love she never saw coming.

as she walked through the training grounds, she noticed a boy around her age, maybe 13 or 14, playing a quick game. even then, he had a confidence and precision on the ball that captivated her. after scoring a goal and assisting another, he smiled shyly as his teammates crowded around him in celebration. mesmerized, she couldn’t look away. in that moment, without even realizing it, the first stirrings of a crush took root in her heart.

“it was love at first sight for me,” y/n admits, her voice filled with certainty. “trent always argues, saying there’s no way i liked him first, but truly, that day i saw him, i was hooked.”

trent, watching her from his own room, smiles at her words. he leans back, remembering that day. “nah, nah, i don’t buy it,” he says with a playful shake of his head. “the first time i saw y/n, i was completely gone for her. i wasn’t sure how to describe it, but my young self was mesmerized.”

“y/n, how did your family and friends react when they found out about your crush on trent? and i heard you were quite determined to be around the training grounds.”

a smile spreads across her face as she recalls the excitement and innocence of those early days. “oh, they were all pretty amused. i remember telling my friends about this amazing boy i’d seen, and they couldn’t believe how smitten i was. my family found it endearing, and my dad even joked about how i suddenly had a keen interest in football. i made every excuse to tag along with him to the training grounds, hoping to catch another glimpse of trent. i was always asking if i could come along to watch him play.”

trent chuckles at the memory, recalling how he noticed her presence around the training grounds. “i definitely noticed her around quite a lot. to be honest, i was too shy to approach her. i would see her there, and i could tell she was interested, but i didn’t have the courage to start a conversation. i just remember feeling nervous and a bit overwhelmed by how i might come across. i knew she was waiting for me to say something, but i was too caught up in my own insecurities to make a move.”

those moments were fleeting, easily dismissed back then. but now, they paint a clear picture of his silent longing and hesitation.

“can you share the story of your first interaction?”

her eyes light up, the memory still vivid in her mind. “the first time we really talked was during a charity event at the club. i was helping out with some of the activities, and trent happened to be there too. i was setting up a booth and trying to look busy when he walked over, hesitantly. he looked nervous but excited. he finally mustered up the courage to ask if i needed any help. i remember being thrilled. it was a simple interaction—just a few words exchanged about the event and football—but it felt like a breakthrough. we talked for a few minutes, and i could tell that even though he was shy, he was genuinely interested.”

trent’s smile grows wider as he listens to her recount the moment. “it was a huge relief to finally talk to her. i remember feeling a bit awkward, but also incredibly happy. it was like all the buildup of seeing her and being too shy to speak finally came to a head. talking to her made me realize just how special she was, and it made me more determined to get to know her better.”

“it’s incredible how those early interactions laid the foundation for your relationship. reflecting on those moments, how do you both feel about how far you’ve come?”

“it’s amazing to think about how those early, nervous conversations turned into a lifelong partnership,” y/n says, her voice full of warmth. “it feels like a beautiful progression from those shy beginnings to where we are now.”

“absolutely,” trent agrees. “it’s incredible to see how those small steps led us to where we are today. it’s been an amazing journey, and i’m grateful for every moment.”

they exchange a look through their screens, a silent acknowledgment of the journey they’ve walked together—the ups and downs, the moments of doubt, and the ultimate realization of their love for each other. it’s a journey that has shaped them both, individually and as a couple.

as the interview began, the room buzzed with anticipation, and the interviewer turned to the cameras with a warm smile. “let’s dive into something that many people are curious about,” they said. “how did you both know that you were ‘the one’ for each other?”

trent leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with nostalgia. “i’ll never forget this one summer evening when we were teenagers. we were at a senior team football match—one of those big games where everything felt electric. i was feeling a bit off that day, but when we were sitting together, sharing popcorn and laughing over the silliest things, i noticed something about her. she was so genuinely happy, so at ease. i realized then that i wanted to share that kind of joy with her, not just in the small moments but in everything. it was like a light bulb went off, and i knew she was the one.”

y/n smiled softly, remembering a different moment. “for me, it was a quiet afternoon at the park. we were just sitting on a bench, talking about life and our future. trent was so thoughtful, listening intently and sharing his dreams with me. there was this moment when he looked at me, and i could see how much he cared—not just about me, but about the world around him. i felt this deep connection, like we understood each other completely. that’s when i knew he was my person, someone i wanted to build a future with.”

the interviewer smiled, clearly moved by the stories. “it sounds like those early moments together really set the stage for your lasting connection.”

as the interview continued, the room was filled with heartfelt stories and affectionate glances, reflecting the deep bond that had been evident since those formative teenage years.

“we’ve heard about your early days together. let’s talk about some of the challenges you faced as your relationship evolved. trent, one significant challenge came when y/n went to university. can you tell us more about that time?”

trent chuckles, shaking his head as he thinks back. “yeah, that was quite the period. by the time y/n started university, we had known each other for a while. we had strong feelings, but we weren’t officially a couple yet. i think that uncertainty made everything more intense.”

moving away for university had been thrilling yet daunting for y/n—the freedom, the new faces, the endless possibilities. but amid all that excitement, there was an undeniable void—trent. each phone call, every message felt like a lifeline, tethering her back to him. yet, the uncertainty of their relationship status cast a long shadow over their conversations.

“it was definitely complicated,” y/n admits, her tone serious. “we were in different places, both literally and emotionally. i was focused on my studies and making new friends, while trent was dealing with his football career. despite our feelings, it wasn’t clear where things were headed.”

but for trent, the situation was far more difficult than he let on. the thought of her being far away, surrounded by new people, gnawed at him. the tipping point came when y/n mentioned a guy in her program who kept making advances toward her. she mentioned it casually, not realizing the impact it would have on trent. jealousy burned through him, consuming his thoughts. he couldn’t focus on anything else, his mind constantly racing with worst-case scenarios.

“i was fuming with jealousy,” trent confesses, the intensity of those emotions still palpable in his voice. “i couldn’t stand the thought of someone else trying to get close to her. it bothered me so much that i even ranted to her dad about it. i didn’t know what to do with all those feelings, so i went to him for advice. he tried to calm me down, told me to trust y/n, but it was hard. she didn’t know about it at the time—I didn’t want to burden her with my insecurities. but it was eating me up inside.”

y/n’s eyes widen in surprise. “i had no idea you felt that way,” she says softly. “i wish you had told me how you were feeling. i would have reassured you, and we could have talked things through.”

“i know,” trent replies, his voice heavy with regret. “i should have communicated better. it was a tough time, and we both were dealing with our own set of challenges. but looking back, i can see how that communication gap affected us.”

the interviewer takes note of the raw honesty in their exchange. “it’s clear that communication—or the lack thereof—was a significant hurdle for you both during that time. how did you manage to overcome it?”

“we started to open up more about our feelings,” y/n explains. “i tried to be more understanding of his insecurities, and he made an effort to trust me more. it wasn’t an overnight fix, but it was the beginning of a more honest and supportive relationship.”

“definitely,” trent agrees. “we learned that we had to address issues head-on instead of letting them fester. it was a growing period for both of us, but it ultimately made our relationship stronger.”

the interviewer nods, appreciating the depth of their reflection. “it’s clear that facing challenges together has been a crucial part of your journey.”

as the interview nears its end, a more personal topic arises. “y/n, you’ve chosen a more private life despite trent’s high-profile career. you keep your social media accounts on private and avoid the public eye. how do you manage this dynamic, and how does it affect your relationship with trent?”

y/n nods, acknowledging the question. “i’ve always been a very private person. for me, maintaining a low profile helps me stay grounded and allows me to focus on what’s important to me—my personal life and my relationship with trent. i prefer to keep our lives as normal and as untouched by external pressures as possible. it’s not that i don’t appreciate the attention; it’s just that i find comfort in keeping things private.”

trent listens intently, a thoughtful expression on his face. “i really admire y/n for how she handles everything. it’s not easy living under the shadow of a public figure, especially when you prefer to stay out of the spotlight. she’s incredibly supportive and understanding, and she manages to keep things balanced despite the constant media attention surrounding us.”

the interviewer then asks, “how do you feel about this arrangement? does it ever cause any friction or discomfort?”

trent hesitates for a moment, then speaks candidly. “i feel a bit guilty sometimes. i know y/n never sought the spotlight or the public attention. she’s very shy and timid, which is something not many people realize. the fact that she supports me so much while keeping herself away from the public eye is something i deeply appreciate, but it also makes me feel bad that she has to sacrifice so much. it’s a balance we’ve had to work on, and she’s always been incredibly understanding, but i sometimes wish i could shield her from all the attention.”

y/n’s eyes soften at his words. “it’s okay,” she says gently. “i chose this life because i believe in supporting trent and being there for him. it doesn’t bother me as long as we have each other and are happy. we’ve found a way to make it work, and that’s what matters.”

the interviewer smiles, touched by their mutual understanding and support. “it’s clear that your relationship is built on a strong foundation of respect and love. your ability to navigate such challenges speaks volumes about your commitment to each other.”

the interviewer turns to y/n. “it’s clear that your love and support for each other have been instrumental in overcoming challenges. reflecting on the time trent faced significant media scrutiny during the world cup, y/n, how did you cope with watching him struggle, especially with that itv interview he was asked to give?”

y/n’s eyes fill with tears as she speaks, her voice quivering with emotion. “it was incredibly hard to watch. seeing trent under so much pressure and feeling like he was being pushed into a corner was devastating. he was becoming a shadow of himself, and it broke my heart. i knew he was struggling, but i had to keep my composure to support him.”

she vividly remembers those nights—trent coming home late, his shoulders sagging under the weight of the world. he barely spoke, lost in a sea of self-doubt. she wanted to reach out, to pull him from the depths of his despair, but all she could do was be there, a silent pillar of support.

“i tried to focus on being a steady presence for him,” she continues. “i wanted to create a safe space away from the media frenzy where he could relax and be himself. it was challenging to hide my own fears and frustration, but i knew that i needed to be strong for him.”

hearing y/n’s perspective, trent’s voice is heavy with emotion. “it was one of the lowest points in my career. i felt like i was letting everyone down—my teammates, my family, the fans. i lost a lot of confidence in myself. but knowing that y/n was there for me, even when i didn’t feel worthy of her support, made all the difference. she was my anchor, the person who kept me grounded when everything else was falling apart.”

as they reflect on that challenging time, the strength of their bond becomes evident. they didn’t just weather the storm—they emerged stronger, more connected, and more determined to face whatever life throws at them.

“how did you navigate through the self-doubt and criticism to find your confidence again?”

“it took time,” trent admits, his tone thoughtful. “a lot of support from the people around me, especially y/n, was crucial. i had to learn to block out the negativity and focus on my love for the game. it wasn’t easy, but having y/n by my side made me realize that i had something worth fighting for.”

their eyes meet again through the screens, the depth of their connection clear for all to see.

“as you look ahead, what are your hopes and dreams for your relationship and your future together?”

y/n’s eyes shine with hope and excitement. “i think we’re both looking forward to continuing to build our lives together, supporting each other through whatever comes our way. we’ve been through a lot, but it’s only made us stronger. i’m excited to see what the future holds for us.”

“yeah,” trent agrees, his voice filled with warmth. “it’s about continuing to grow together. we’ve learned a lot about each other and ourselves, and i think that will only deepen our connection as we move forward.”

as the cameras stop rolling, y/n and trent exchange a look through their screens, a mixture of relief and contentment on their faces. despite being in separate rooms, their shared understanding and emotional connection are evident. they’ve opened their hearts to the world, sharing their struggles, triumphs, and unwavering love for each other.

this glimpse into their relationship is not just a story of love but one of resilience, support, and the unbreakable bond forged through the years. their journey is a testament to the power of love, and as they face the future, they know they can overcome anything as long as they have each other.

as the interview wrapped up the first segment, a sense of warmth and closeness lingered in the air, leaving the audience with a deep appreciation for the love and dedication that you and trent share. as you both watched each other’s responses on the screen, the love and admiration in your eyes were clear for everyone to see.

the studio lights dimmed slightly in the cozy living room, signaling the final segment of the interview. trent, who had been watching from another room, couldn’t stay away any longer. the door creaked open, and there he was, his gaze instantly locking onto you. without a moment's hesitation, he crossed the room, and with a soft smile, grabbed the seat of your chair, pulling it—and you—towards him. the world around you both seemed to fade away as he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips, momentarily forgetting the cameras were still rolling.

the interviewer chuckled softly, clearly amused by the display of affection. “it’s clear you two are very much in love,” they remarked, causing you to blush and trent to smile sheepishly as he realized you were still in the spotlight.

“sorry about that,” trent said, his voice warm and unembarrassed as he kept you close by his side, the chemistry between you both undeniable, a testament to the bond cultivated over the years. “my wife is beautiful. it’s hard to keep away from her”

your body warmed at his words knowing the effect his presence had on you.

“alright, let’s jump into the next part of our interview,” the interviewer began, smiling at the two of you. “we’re going to do a bit of a fun segment—mr. and mrs. style. are you two ready?”

“bring it on,” you replied, sharing a playful glance with trent.

“first question: what’s each other’s biggest pet peeve?”

trent laughed softly, his arm still draped around your shoulders. “i think i know this one. for y/n, it’s when i leave my clothes on the floor instead of putting them in the laundry basket.”

you nodded, grinning. “he’s right. it drives me crazy! but for trent, it’s when i leave half-empty water bottles around the house. he’s always picking them up and shaking his head.”

the interviewer chuckled. “sounds like you know each other pretty well. now, here’s one with a bit more meaning. trent, what do you think is y/n’s favorite goal of yours?”

trent’s eyes sparkled with confidence. “oh, that’s easy. it’s gotta be the newcastle goal. the one where i curled it into the top corner. she was there, and i remember how excited she was.”

your smile softened as you looked at trent. “i do love that goal, but it’s not my favorite.” you hesitated, watching his face for a moment before continuing. “my favorite goal is actually your first liverpool and champions league goal against hoffenheim.”

trent blinked, visibly surprised. “hoffenheim? i can’t believe you even remember that one.”

you reached out, your fingers brushing against his. “of course i do. that goal meant so much to me because the night before, we were cuddling on the couch, talking about when your first goal would come. you were so determined, and seeing you score the next day…it was like a dream come true. i felt so proud of you, like all your hard work was finally paying off.”

trent’s expression softened, his eyes full of emotion. “i had no idea you felt that way,” he said, his voice thick with affection. “that goal was special to me, but hearing how much it meant to you… it makes it even more unforgettable.”

the room fell into a brief, heartfelt silence as you and trent exchanged a look full of unspoken love and gratitude. the interviewer, sensing the intimacy of the moment, smiled warmly.

as the interview rolled on, there was a brief pause while the interviewer shuffled through some notes. trent, who had just joined you for the latter half of the session, was visibly relaxed and content, his hand never straying far from yours. every now and then, he glanced over at you, a soft smile tugging at his lips, clearly savoring the moment.

the interviewer looked up with a mischievous grin. “alright, y/n, here’s a fun one. if chelsea and liverpool met in the champions league final, who would you support? your dad’s team or trent’s?”

you immediately lit up, knowing exactly how to play this one. with a playful grin, you looked directly at the camera, then turned to trent. “oh, my dad, of course!” you said, your voice filled with teasing mischief.

trent’s reaction was instant. his eyes widened in mock offense as he leaned back in his chair, dramatically placing a hand over his chest. “what? your dad?” he repeated, his voice a mix of disbelief and hurt, though the glint in his eyes showed he knew exactly what you were doing.

you shrugged nonchalantly, keeping up the act. “well, he is my dad,” you replied, your tone suggesting that it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

trent wasn’t letting it go that easily. he leaned closer to you, his hand reaching out to tilt your chin so you were looking directly at him. “well, i am your husband!” he exclaimed, his voice playful but with a hint of genuine concern, as if needing you to affirm your allegiance.

you couldn’t hold back your laughter any longer. you reached out to touch his arm, your eyes sparkling. “i’m just kidding! of course, i’d be cheering for liverpool. but you have to admit, that was a good one,” you said, giving him a teasing smile.

trent, finally relaxing, let out a relieved sigh, shaking his head at your antics. “you almost had me there,” he admitted, his hand finding yours once more, squeezing it gently.

you leaned into him slightly, your voice softening as you looked up at him. “i know, i know. but you should know by now, no one comes before you,” you said sincerely, your playful tone now replaced with genuine affection.

trent’s smile widened, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “good answer,” he murmured, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your temple, earning a warm smile from you.

as the interviewer started to wrap things up, she glanced at her notes one last time before turning her attention to trent. “before we finish, trent, here’s one for you: what’s something about y/n that most people wouldn’t know but that you absolutely love?”

trent paused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. he glanced at you, who looked back at him with curiosity, clearly eager to hear his answer. after a moment, a soft smile curved his lips.

“there’s a lot of things, but one that stands out is how much she cares about everyone around her. people see her as strong and independent—and she is—but what they don’t always see is how she’s constantly looking out for others. whether it’s her family, her friends, or even people she barely knows, she’s always thinking about how she can help or make someone’s day better. she does all these little things that might seem small, but they mean the world to the people she does them for. it’s one of the reasons i fell in love with her.”

your eyes welled up with emotion, and you bit your lip, trying to hold back tears. “trent…”

trent leaned down, brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb, his gaze tender. “it’s true, babe. you’re the most selfless person i know, and i love you for it.”

the interviewer smiled, clearly moved by trent’s words. “that’s beautiful, trent. thank you for sharing that.”

still emotional, you wrapped your arms around trent’s waist, burying your face in his chest. trent held you close, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. the interviewer gave you a moment, letting the love and connection between you fill the room.

finally, you looked up, wiping your eyes with a soft laugh. “you’re going to make me cry on camera, trent.”

trent chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “you’re beautiful even when you cry.”

as the interviewer smiled warmly at the two of you, trent and you exchanged a loving glance, your hands still intertwined as you both thanked the interviewer. as the camera slowly panned out, capturing the cozy, intimate atmosphere of your home, it was clear to anyone watching just how deep your bond runs.

the interview had flowed seamlessly through your shared memories and personal anecdotes, each story brimming with affection and nostalgia. your home was alive with a cozy, intimate atmosphere, making it the perfect setting for your heartfelt revelations.

as the interview neared its end, the interviewer leaned in with a playful glint in their eye. “before we wrap up, is there any special news you’d like to share with our viewers?”

trent’s eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and excitement. he glanced at y/n, who sat beside him on the couch, her smile a reflection of pure contentment. with a tender, affectionate peck on her cheek, he gently lifted her into his arms, his gaze full of love.

y/n’s laughter, soft and joyful, filled the room as trent settled her onto his lap, his arms wrapped around her protectively. he placed a loving hand on her stomach, his fingers caressing the small, growing bump. y/n’s arms curled around his neck, her eyes shining with adoration.

with a radiant smile and a voice brimming with excitement, trent turned to face the camera, his eyes twinkling with joy. “we have some incredible news to share with you all! we’re absolutely thrilled to announce that we’re expecting our first little one!”

the words hung in the air, and the room seemed to glow with a wave of emotions. y/n’s eyes shimmered with happy tears, her face alight with a mixture of surprise and elation. trent’s smile grew even wider as he looked at her, his heart swelling with pride and love.

in that moment, they weren’t just sharing a piece of news—they were unveiling a new chapter of their lives. their future, now intertwined with the promise of new beginnings, would be filled with the same unwavering love and support that had always defined their relationship.

© PDRIESTA 2024

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ೄྀ࿐ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⌇ 𝟐.𝟎𝐤 !

↳ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ೃ⁀➷ 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 ! 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐎𝐋. 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 "𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝😭" 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 !

AFTER WHAT FELT LIKE TWO FULL DAYS, but in reality was a couple of hours, you pushed your first baby out. A baby boy. You and Erling had both decided on a name weeks, if not months, in advance; so after he had doted on you, ensuring you had a drink, food, making sure you weren’t in any pain, and anything else that you may have needed or was on your mind. He brought in the paperwork for you to sign to say you confirmed the name, Emil. It was like a switch flicked when he was born, you saw glimpses of his frown looking back and forth at him by your side and the nurse by your legs comforting and motivating you to push. 

His face after he was born turned from one of concern to that of awe and admiration, the same look he would give you while fondling your pregnant stomach, but amplified tenfold more. His mouth slightly agape, in shock, you swore he was almost crying when he held him for the first time; watching his sleeping face resting on his palm, his son’s head smaller than it.

He tucked his bottom lip in, likely trying to compose himself in front of you seeing as you wouldn’t want to do anymore crying after two hours’ worth of labour. You had already held him, of course, but seeing Erling holding your son made you want to tear up even more.

You breathed in deeply, wiping your face with your hand as a nurse kindly passed you five or six tissues as you thanked her groggily, rolling one up and pressing it against your nose and face. You slipped out of the side of the hospital bed, two nurses immediately offered to help you to the bathroom but Erling waved them off politely, insisting he would, leaving the baby in a cot to be overseen by the nurses accompanying you momentarily.

“At least wanna do something,” he had said, you scoffed, laughing and teasing him. “You did do something, you helped make this baby in the first place!” he rolled his eyes and glared at you, helping you down to the toilet while he held the door shut from the outside in case you struggled with the lock.

While he held the door shut from prying eyes, he couldn’t help but stare at his newborn son, it didn’t seem real. He couldn’t believe there was a baby lying around nine feet away from him that was a combination of both himself and you. He felt as if he would wake up tomorrow and he would be gone, he just dreamed it up. He panicked for a split second, what if he hurt him? What if he couldn’t raise him properly? What if he couldn’t spend time with his son due to work?

His mind was racing with possibilities, but you lightly tapping on the door the other side woke him out of it.

The door swung open and he smiled at you. This was a team effort, and at least he wasn’t raising him alone. You, the embodiment of perfection and kindness would surely set your son off on the right path; he just wanted to help you in any way shape or form while you did so, you helping their baby while he helped his. He walked you back towards your baby, spread out in its crib, quietly cooing to itself.

“Should I get the car seat?” Erling asked you, you just nodded, sitting down next to the crib and simply watching your baby. Your baby, you could say that now. He was here. He was real. He walked back in with the car seat, adjusting it and balancing it against a chair opposite yours and gently picked up Emil, cradling him in his arms and placing him – all swaddled up in blankets, a matching hat, and complimentary nappy – as if he was a fine piece of china about to smash into a million pieces, into the car seat.

He strapped him up and then held in sideways so he remained lying down for good measure, and you both walked your way to the car, you slowly hobbling while complaining about stomach pains.

“I’ll get you some ibuprofen when we get home, yeah?” he had said, but his eyes never broke off of the baby’s, and you didn’t blame him. It was around this time that Erling started mumbling to himself about parking the car closer to the emergency room entrance, you however just laughed as Emil started kicking his legs in the air.

“He’s gonna be a footballer just like daddy,” Erling just grinned at you, not expressing the way he imagined kicking a ball about in your garden with his son. He hadn’t even considered that before, the fact that his son might continue on in his footsteps as he did with his.

You continued cooing at the baby until you finally reached the car, the cold air nipping at your cheeks and nose until they bloomed a red colour. You tightened the blankets around Emil, tucking his beanie over his ears so he doesn’t get too chilly, and then fastened him up in the passenger seat next to Erling, then you went to the back. “I’m not used to this,” you had confessed, chuckling to yourself and doing up your own seatbelt, hearing the click and soon after Erling’s.

He turned to face you in the backseat, eyes wrinkling up. “Having a baby?” he joked. “Do you have experience in that sector?” you waved him off, rolling his eyes. “Sitting in the back, not next to you. Guess I’m gonna have to get used to it,” he scoffed. “Jealous of a baby born half an hour ago?” you narrowed your eyes at him interrogatively, furrowing your brows and he raised his hands in mock surrender. 

“Watch yourself or I’m gonna start saying some things the baby won’t wanna be hearing,” he laughed, then turned the engine on. “Don’t think he can understand anything yet, can you?” he cooed at his son, reversing out of the parking spot and checking behind him in the car mirror.

“What do you think his first word is gonna be?” you asked. “Hope it’s mama and not dada,” you added, Erling scoffed, making a turn down the road and away from the hospital. “You’re gonna have to get used to crying, Erl. You’re gonna be doing a lot of it now he’s here,” you admitted, recollecting his tearful eyes threatening to spill out and wet his cheeks earlier on.

“I know,” he murmured. “Imagine his first day of school,” you gasped. “I won’t be able to cope for the whole week, you’ll have to get me a bucket to cry into before I wave him off.” He looked at you, frowning through the car mirror. “He’s only just been born, babe. You’re still stuck changing nappies for the next three years.”

You huffed, glaring at him and jabbing an accusatory finger at him while staring at the car mirror.

“You mean you?” he met your eyes through the mirror, grinning. “I’ll be the one breastfeeding. So you better put your shift in, just ‘cause you’re doing football doesn’t mean you won’t be changing nappies and feeding him at three am. Let me have my beauty sleep, Mr. Haaland,” he laughed, mumbling something out the car window as he rolled it down just a bit, placing the smaller side of his palm against Emil’s head to check his temperature, softly pulling into the driveway and picking up Emil, still in the baby car seat, taking him into the house and creaking up the stairs – internally cursing himself as the noise threatened to wake Emil up – and placing him down in the bassinet next to yours and his shared bed.

The car seat was now left abandoned in the corner of the room, both of you huddled around your son’s crib.

That’s where he remained for the majority of the first couple of weeks, if you were being brutally honest, aside from midnight nappy runs in which Erling partook in, you just rocked him back and forth in your arms and whispered nursery rhymes to him. Baa-baa black sheep was his favourite so far, most likely due to your passionate attempts at mimicking sheep noises that he giggled and clapped his hands at. You had recorded his first laugh as Erling missed it, he returned home having watched the video grumbling to himself and persisting that he wanted to make him laugh.

Which then evolved into a challenge between you both on who could make Emil laugh the most. At his teammate’s wedding he wasn't paying attention to the procession, and kept telling you that he was sure Emil was going to laugh at him any second now, just cupping his hands over his face and exclaiming peek-a-boo in the worst possible moments. Yet he stayed adamant – he was going to laugh any second now – despite it being two or three more months of ‘any second now’ he finally laughed.

Erling practically sprinted to you while you were having a nap, shaking your shoulders. “Baby, baby. He laughed!” he repeated, you looked up at him groggily, unable to process what he was saying to you in your sleep induced state. “He laughed!” you whipped your head round, rubbing your eyes and then widening them, racing him back to your baby as he followed after you with gleaming eyes and smile lines up to his ears.

Emil on the other hand was utterly oblivious to your smiles, just throwing his blocks around and bubbling to himself. He watched as you both sat down in front of him, you resting on your knees and Erling cross-legged looking expectantly at his four month year old son. He imitated what he did earlier, grabbing a pillow from beside you and popping his head around it, Emil smiled at him with his chubby cheeks, big brown eyes batting his eyelashes at his dad, but he didn’t smile.

Erling groaned and his face dropped. “He did laugh, I believe you, babe,” you rubbed his arm comfortingly.

“Hey, do you wanna go outside with dada and play football?” you nodded up and down at your son, rising back to your feet with your hands resting on your thighs. “Yeah? Go in the garden with dada?” he nodded, Erling already making his way into the garden upon hearing your suggestion, a small inflatable ball in his hand. “Dada,” Emil imitated and your mouth fell agape, eyes widened. Erling dropped the ball, snapping his neck around and running to his son, lifting him in the air and spinning him around. “I knew it! I knew it!” he laughed, you covered your mouth with your hand, his first word.

You should have been celebrating, you were, but it was dada, not mama. 

He was definitely rubbing that in later, but for now you simply congratulated your son and yourself. “I said it, he said it ‘cause I said it,” you shrugged, trying to relieve yourself. “He said dada,” he beamed at you, carefully placing your son back on the floor and giving him a small hug, ruffling his hair.

“You better be celebrating this much when he says mama,” you grumbled, Erling huffed with laughter at you. You faked a frown at your son. “Why do you have to be his biggest fan? Is he your favourite parent?” you teased, gasping at your son in an attempt for him to copy you and make him imitate your facial expression.

Erling chuckled to himself, phone in hand likely texting a friend about the milestone achievement. “Go and grab the ball, Emil. Go get it!” you encouraged, grinning at him. Erling rolled the ball over as your son crawled towards it, half-slapping it and grabbing it with both hands. Erling picked him up with the ball still in his hands. “Yeah, go play football with dada. You Haaland clone,” you teased, groaning to yourself. “Carried you for nine months ‘n’ this is how you repay me!” you started chasing after Erling, both of you giggling as Emil squealed in his hands.

“I’m gonna get you!”

୨୧ @𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ୨୧

lover boy

summary: with a break after doing tons of press, jude only wants to spend his time with one person.

pairing: jude bellingham x reader

the very last shoot jude needed to do before his vacation was his new adidas ad, to promote the collection he did with the brand. being that the euros were finally completed, the boy couldn't be more happy for the upcoming vacation.

"jude, you need to get up," you whispered to him, reaching over him to turn off the alarm.

"i don't want to."

"well you kinda have to. i don't think adidas will be very happy with you," he groaned, flipping his body to lay on his side. jude opens his eyes and held his gaze on you.

"good morning darling."

"good morning m'love. seriously get up before you're late."

"i just wanna be with you. is that so bad?"

"no but in this case yes. you have a ad campaign you need to shoot," you bring your fingers to trace shapes on his arm. he closes his eyes in contentment, quickly soaking in the feeling of your touch.

"you made a commitment baby."

"fine fine, i'm getting up now," he poke's his head up to kiss your cheeks, before finally getting out of bed. "you look so cute snuggled up like that. that's a sight to make a man forget his responsibilities."

"you're such a flirt. go get ready," you couldn't help but to laugh at his dramatics.

"at least take a shower with me."

"can you handle and keep your hands to yourself?"

"i'm not sure yet," jude proceeds to bite his bottom lip, causing you to give him a blank stare.

"wrong answer. go shower, you're wasting time babe," you turn over in bed, hearing jude groan again before he left to finally get ready.

-

"okay, i'm leaving but i'll be back before you even realize i'm gone."

"be safe baby," you lean on your elbow to prop yourself up, puckering your lips for him to leave a kiss. jude gladly does so, leaving a couple pecks.

"i love you sweetheart."

"i love you the most."

"impossible, i love you wayyy more," jude whisper fell on your lips, right as he lays more kisses on your lips.

'you have to go jude."

"just one more kiss," he kisses your lips once more, then pulled away to place one on your forehead as well. you waved at jude with a smile, as he finally left the house.

-

jude wasn't late to the shoot in the end. the man was getting very irritated the more it went on. having to reshoot the scenes. he kept messing up the dialogue. maybe, its because he knew that this was his last commitment before vacation. all he knew was he wanted to be at home, with you in his arms.

"and cut! that's a wrap everyone," with the director clapping, everyone joined in. jude claps with the rest of the team, saying thank you. once he got all his thank you's out, he left immediately. itching to be home already.

-

pulling up to the house, was like a breath of fresh air. he was a free man for the next couple of weeks. jude planned a boys trip to california and miami. he was a bit bummed that you had to stay in spain for work. so he wanted spend as much time as he could with you. just as he was about to walk through the door, his phone starts ringing.

"hello?"

"hey man, the rest of the team is going out tonight before we all go on vacation. you coming?" his teammate and friend, vini jr says. jude pauses, he could either go out or stay inside with you.

"nah, i'm chilling at home today."

"okay, talk to you later."

"alright, bye," he's quick to hang up the phone and walk in your shared home. jude is greeted with the smell of food, specifically pizza.

"baby?" he calls out for you, wondering around looking for you.

"in the kitchen!"

turning the corner, he lays his eyes on you. jude watches you sitting on the counter with a piece of pizza in one hand and your phone in the other. you were wearing his shirt, it stopping on your mid thigh. a sight he quickly grew to love coming home to. you looked up from your phone, meeting his eyes.

"i got hungry but didn't want to cook."

jude chuckles at the way you talk with your mouth slightly full. one of your quirks he's always loved. he closes the short distance between the two of you, inviting himself to stand in your legs. you welcomed him by wrapping your legs loosely around his waist.

"hi."

"hi honey," jude brings a hand to your cheek, swiping his thumb on the apple of your cheek. you place the rest of the pizza in the box, giving him all of your attention.

"how'd it go?"

"don't wanna talk about that right now. just wanna be with you," jude presses his forehead against yours. the stress of the morning finally melting off.

"well, we have a couple days together, before you leave for your trip."

"which means i get you all to myself. thank the heavens."

"you're being dramatic again jude."

"don't care, all i want is you," leaning down to spread kisses in the column of your neck. you giggled and try to move away from his pillowy like kisses. "can't run from me baby, there's not an inch of you that's not gonna be kissed!"

➛ DATING ERLING HAALAND

𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ none ] 𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ requested by anon "PLEASE haaland headcanons or a daring erling haaland imagine" your wish is my command hope you like it - also double update who dis ]

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the two of you met when you went to a dortmund game. you and your friends were shown on the big screen, and he was instantly hooked. after the game, he spent hours trying to find your socials. instagram, twitter, tiktok, snapchat anything that could tell him more about you. and when he found you, boy, was he happy. smiling like a complete idiot as he scrolled through your feed. and was basically kicking his feet and twirling his hair when he found out that you were single. so he followed you and started liking and commenting on your posts. safe to say you were stunned. a football player noticed you - well, that wasn't on your 2023 bingo card.soon after, he messaged you. which you were a bit apprehensive about since the stereotype that all footballers were fuck boys and assholes was ingrained in the back of your mind. but with a bit of persuasion, you agreed to go on a 'friendly' outing to a theme park. safe to say it was a massive success. you were the only two in the park (he rented it out for the two of you). so no long ques and privacy. you went on all the rides and ate as much as you want.

and he won you basically every available prize. with the final stop of the night being a photo booth. and with some last-minute confidence boost, you kiss him before the final photo is taken. that picture is now his wallpaper. after a couple more dates, you made it official. after that, it was full steam ahead. posting each other daily/hourly. cute tiktoks. and light pda. people couldn't get enough of you. especially the height difference. his jerseys looked like dresses on you. and his hoodies basically touched the floor. safe to say you looked super cute. midnight snack runs. and baking at 2am. cuddling while watching movies and playing in the snow. not to mention showering you with many gifts. you look at a dress. it's yours. you think those earrings are cute. here is one in every colour. like this makeup brand. here's one of every product they make. not only does erling love you, but so does his teammate. jude is basically your best friend 2 minutes into meeting each other. and Dortmund coaches love having you around, even if you distract Haaland a bit. all in all, a very happy and healthy relationship :)