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Hiii, would you write for Trent Alexander-Arnold?

❦ - headlines.

summary:: a day in the life w your boyfriend.

warnings:: made up match (just to make my uncle happy?)

writers note:: idk if this is a question or request but here you are!! also magui blocked me on tiktok and i’m honoured bc her ego can’t match her sensitivity! 🤍

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trent was always the first to wake up. it didn’t matter if it was a matchday, an off day, or the rare chance to sleep in, his body was wired to rise with the sun. most mornings, he would slip out of bed quietly, careful not to wake you, and head downstairs to start his routine. but today, he stayed.

he turned onto his side, pressing his face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in. his arm draped over your waist, fingers brushing against the warm skin of your stomach where your shirt had ridden up. outside, the faint sounds of liverpool waking up drifted through the window, but inside, everything was still.

‘why’re you so close,’ you huffed out a laugh, barely opening your eyes as you reached back, fingers carding through his curls. ‘we’ve been together for years, trent. thought the novelty would’ve worn off by now.’

‘never.’ his voice was low, a little rough, and you shivered when he pressed a lazy kiss just beneath your jaw.

it would have been easy to stay in bed all day, wrapped up in the warmth of each other, but trent had training. you knew the exact moment he realized it too, his sigh was deep, reluctant, his grip tightening like he could somehow hold onto time if he held onto you tight enough.

‘you don’t have to go,’ you said, knowing he absolutely did.

‘don’t tempt me,’ he groaned, rolling onto his back and rubbing a hand over his face. ‘slott would kill me.’

‘probably,’ you admitted, stretching your legs before sitting up. ‘but imagine the headlines. “trent alexander-arnold skips training for a lie-in with partner.”’

‘bit long for a headline, that.’

‘fine. “trent’s in love.”’

his eyes softened as he looked at you, the corners of his lips tugging into a small smile. ‘always.’

you never got tired of watching him play.

there was something about the way he moved, the way he saw the game differently from everyone else. the way he took risks that no one else would, because he knew he could make them work.

tonight was a big game. liverpool vs. man city. the kind of fixture that made your stomach twist with nerves, even though you weren’t the one stepping onto the pitch.

you sat in the stands, surrounded by familiar faces, players’ families, friends, all of you bound together by the same tension. trent had looked good in warm-ups, sharp and focused, but you knew him well enough to sense the pressure sitting on his shoulders.

when the match started, city came out strong, pressing high, forcing liverpool deep. trent was everywhere, tracking back, winning duels, threading passes between the lines. then, in the 32nd minute, it happened.

the ball broke loose in midfield. trent took a touch, lifted his head, and saw the opening before anyone else did. a perfect switch across the pitch, straight to salah’s feet. in a flash, salah was inside the box, cutting onto his left foot and curling it past the keeper.

anfield erupted.

trent didn’t celebrate much. he never did unless it was something special. but his eyes found you in the stands, and when you blew him a kiss, he gave you a small, almost imperceptible nod.

the game wore on. city equalized, then took the lead, but liverpool kept fighting. in the 85th minute, a free kick was awarded just outside the box.

your heart pounded as trent stepped up.

he took a breath, then struck the ball cleanly. it curled over the wall, dipped at the last second, and nestled into the bottom corner.

he turned on his heel, arms outstretched, letting the roar of anfield wash over him.

and then, without thinking, he ran straight to you.

he didn’t even hesitate, just climbed over the barriers and reached for you, his hands on either side of your face as he kissed you, hard, ignoring the cameras and the cheers and everything else.

when he pulled away, breathless, he grinned. ‘told you i’d make the headline.’

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Summary:

Reader and Trent have been dating for a while, her dad is a fan of Liverpool, her brother is an arsenal fan and her father does not generally take the news of them dating in a good light because of rumours of him leaving, chaos ensues. Reader is a social media creator for Formula 1!

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Reader had been dating Trent for up to six months. They had made a joint agreement not to air their relationship, she did not want to be known for being his girlfriend and he just wanted to date in peace, with only their close friends like Mo or Robbo knowing.

That's why it was a huge step for them to bring their parents into it.

His parents and family at large were very accepting of you. They immediately brought you into their herd and treated you like you had always been one of them.

You had expected that your family being Liverpool fans, would be more excited to receive Trent. Oh, were you so wrong.

It did not help that Trent had nerves and his worry. You even saw the flower garden he had brought at the back of the car while you were driving yourselves there.

"what's up with the flowers?" You questioned trying to bring his mind out from the gutters. "you thinking of starting a flower business?".

He raised an eyebrow. "relax, it was just two I ordered, one for your dad, and your mom".

You took a look at the backseat. "more like twenty".

Trent also turns around, "shit," he exclaimed, "why didn't you tell me?".

You laughed. "I am telling you" then you use your hand to drag his face to face you, "calm down, my fam isn't going to eat it".

"you don't know that". He tells you.

"I like you a lot" you tell him. "even if they don't, I'd still date you, so calm down, not that they won't, but you don't have to be nervous like this".

He takes some time before he replied. "You might still like me. But I'm not made for forbidden relationships, because I can't marry you if I don't take your dad's permission, it's the rule you know?".

Y/n rolls her eyes as they park at her doorstep, Trent ends up taking three flowers, when the door opened, your dad rushed to hug you, while your mother hugged him, she handed him the flower, your younger brother who was ten years collected the next one, and your dad just stared at the flower.

Y/n collected the flower and forced him to hold it. "Dad" She said in a warning tone.

They all move to the dining room. Your mother is more brighter than everyone else, "I know you must be tired" she smiles, "your dad and I prepared some refreshments".

Y/n looks at Trent, his hands were shaking under the table. She grabs it and looks at him as of trying to calm him down.

He looks at her smiling.

Though, they both knew it to be fake.

Her father on the other hand was staring at him like he had abandoned a cat in a dark alley. And he didn't even like cats.

"they look so delicious" Trent said looking at the eye watering meal.

Her mother's eyes sparkled. "Y/n told us basically nothing about you, not until well yesterday. She just dropped the bombshell on us all, I didn't have time to make something more grand, glad you like it".

Her brother fidgeted in his seat. "I honestly thought it was Saka or Saliba, but she mentioned Liverpool".

For the first time Trent looked relax. "What's wrong with Liverpool?". He smirks.

"that's what I'd like to know" your father added.

Yet again, Trent looked serious, Y/n gives her dad another warning look.

"I'm an arsenal fan" your brother suddenly asked.

"I could tell" Trent smiled, it looked more genuine than his previous ones.

" what gave me away?"

Trent laughed in a 'are you serious way?' but he indulged in him. "You are literally dressed head to toe in arsenal kit, that's a way of knowing someone's a fan, innit?".

Your brother shrugged. "Oh," he paused, looking sad. "Guess I'd never get that Declan Rice autograph I really wanted".

"I do play with him in national team" Trent said looking serious, but it was all pretend, you could tell as he pursed his lip trying very difficult not to laugh. "And I am a footballer, after all, I could pull some strings there...".

The conversation continued until your mother brought a refill of the orange juice.

"so, where did you meet?" She asked curiously.

"well, your daughter is working for Formula 1 media and I was going to watch a race and my favourite is Max Verstappen, so I was talking to him and she was trying to film content at the same time" He narrates using hand gestures, something he did when he was really into what he was trying to past across. "She got mad at me that she wanted to do her work and I kept disturbing her, and to apologize I offered to pay for her lunch".

"during the lunch, she started brawling her eyes and crying".

Y/n father asked. "Why? Want did you do?".

"Nothing," Trent sat up straight.

Your mother gives your dad a look which causes him to be more laid back. "Continue on with your story, dear".

"Turns out it was her birthday, none of her friends were at Spain at the time, due to it being a race weekend and all, and so far from home and she needed a friend to speak to" He shrugged. "I comforted her and ever since then we were communicating, texting and the lot".

"so you took advantage of my lonely daughter?" Your dad questioned.

"whenever he had an away match and it clicked with my race days, I'd go see him and sometimes he would go see me" She smiled. Her hold on his hands tightened, "he also introduced me to his friends, it was wholesome really and it didn't take long to start dating".

"your daughter was lonely" she tells her dad, "and Trent who you seem so hell on picking on filled that gap, not only did he do that, but he made sure she had a support system around her which is really important for me because of all the travelling, I can't keep friends for long but he changed my life literally, and he actually does like me".

"it's true" He admits. "I do love your daughter, very much".

You smile at his cheeky love confession.

"now, please tell me the reason you are acting out is not because Trent might be leaving to real madrid" She asks. "Tell me your care about your daughter more than a football club".

"what?" Trent asked startled.

Your dad becomes very quiet. "I will admit, I really love Liverpool and was upset that one of my current favourite players might be leaving" he says quietly. "But I should not have let it influence my personal thoughts on Trent".

Everyone holds their breath. "He also does not seem like such a bad guy, his eyes twinkle when he speaks of you, and he's incredibly charming, he has your mom refilling his cup and cooking all these dishes that she never cooks for me anymore, I guess I should be upset about that instead".

The table abrupts laughing.

"what I'm trying to say is that even though you were a racer, banker, astronaut, as long as you make my daughter happy, I would welcome you with open arms" He said placing a hand on Trent's shoulder. "Which I should have done actively from the beginning instead of sulking, but here goes, you are of course accepted here anyone that my daughter loves is".

"thank you" Trent says smiling.

You stare at your family. And you didn't know if you should cry or smile, it was truly perfect, sure with a rocky start but in the end events following, Trent had become closer to your dad than you even, all they did was talk about football with him whenever you brought him home, and your brother started watching Liverpool only to pick Virgil as his favourite. Your mother continued to dote on your boyfriend, you truly couldn't be happier.

The End.