Trent Alexander Arnold Imagine - Blog Posts

What if you were a really famous dancer and you are choreographing a little mix performance and Alex has invited Trent to come along and straight away Trent is so intrigued by you and finds out from Pez how much you’ve achieved like dancing for the likes of Beyonce and Rihanna

and he’s entranced as soon as he sees you teaching the girls, watching your every movement in fascination and of course when you give the girls a break and Perry excitedly runs over to Alex he’s asking her who you are and what you’ve done. And obviously you and Pez get on great so she’s bigging you up so much, telling you how you’ve danced for Beyoncé and Rihanna and of course you’d be embarrassed at how she’s talking about you, but she can see that glint in his eye as she has her arm wrapped around Alex. And they’re smirking to each other when he’s muttering a ‘wow’ as he walks off to talk to you doing stretches in the corner of the room.

Trying swimsuits infront of T?

‘What about this one’ you’re saying, giving a spin and watching his eyes drink you all in as they slowly skirt up and down. ‘Beautiful, love.’ And you’re sighing slightly as you throw him a smile - of course you appreciate it so much but god he’s been saying that about every one and you just want to know which is the best one to buy. So you’re turning around, strutting back into the changing room to change into a final one when he’s appearing behind you, arms sliding around your waist and head in your neck. ‘The red one. Get the red one, love’ is huskily whispered into your neck: ‘now let’s go home and try taking off some clothes’

you and Trent come home drunk and end up having drunk sex and your both laughing and acting like teenagers again x

And you’re falling through the door, clung onto his shoulders, still giggling at both of your attempts to open the door and immediately going to unbutton his dress shirt. But obviously you’re doing it clumsily and T is laughing at the site, not making it any easier with his dramatic chest movements for you and you’re thinking fuck it, it can stay on, getting to work on his belt instead. And he’s hitching up your dress seemingly with the same self awareness of his capabilities in that state as you finally fling his belt off with a ‘why’d you even where this thing’. And he’s undoing the button because you’re taking too long, shoving down his trousers and boxers, and kicking them off to the side. And he’s pulling you up to him, dress still hiked up, and sloppily inserting himself in you. And it’s erratic and messy and not at all sexy and you’re both finding it hilarious as you knock over the clock, both of your faces tinged red - from the alcohol and the sex and god this is love.

smut!! (for anyone🤪)

I decided to leave it nameless so it can be with anyone. also not 100% happy with this one but it needed done x

So you’re in a club, he took you, you didn’t particularly want to go but he begged and so you put on your finest outfit, looking absolutely stunning because if he’s making you go you’re going to make him wish he’d have you in private. And it has the desired effect, him putting his hands on you the moment he sees you, you swatting away his hands and insisting you need to get going, smirking as you walk off. And he’s distracted all night, hands on you if you’re close enough, eyes on you if you’re not, all his mates smirking and winking at him and it’s 11 when he decides fuck it, and takes you home with the announcement ‘got to tend to the missus, lads’. And he’s all over you in the taxi home, hands up your dress, caressing your thigh, dress too tight to your skin for him to get any further up but god he loves that dress. Then when you’re in the house he’s pulling you to the sofa, not even bothering with the bedroom, unzipping your dress and staring at you in awe, muttering how beautiful you are. So he lifts you firmly by your hips, legs hooking around his waist, his hands grabbing your arse, tongue in your mouth and you’re moaning his name as he slips inside you, creating a steady rhythm, his breath staggering from holding you up, so he puts you on the counter and continues. And it’s sensual and lustful all at once, his groans and your moans mixing together in the late night silence. His pace slowing as he reaches his high, and he pulls out, finishing you off with his hand, moving it against you, kissing down your neck as he goes. After you finish you stay still a while, heads resting together, collecting yourselves and smiling.

hi you said you were free to request someone you haven’t mentioned so i’m wondering if you’d be willing to write something for trent alexander arnold?? anything you won’t but i love angsty -> fluff

i look in people’s windows | trent alexander-arnold

summary: you struggle to move on from your break up with trent until one day you have to face him at your favorite coffee shop

warnings: none

word count: 1.2k

a/n: this wasn't very specific which was great (in a way) because the angst to fluff plot gave me an idea for my tortured athletes series! (i also didn't mean to make this so long, but i hope you enjoy it)

you're not proud to admit that you still stalk your ex-boyfriend's friends on social media just to see a glimpse of him. it wasn’t that hard considering that you live in liverpool, if you wanted to see his face you just had to go outside and he will be there in any billboard. but there was something more personal about casually watching him on someone’s post. sometimes you just look up liverpool’s account to see him during matches or making fun challenges.

you consider blocking him, blocking his friends and everyone else remotely associated with him, you even did it for two full weeks, but it was impossible not to see him everywhere you look. sure, he was not showing up on your phone, but he was in the streets, he was on the tv playing a game, or acting in a random commercial; he was even in the supermarket next to a product he was the face of.

trent alexander-arnold was absolutely everywhere and he was impossible to escape.

so you unblock him and everyone else and you just see him. not everyday, of course, you weren’t gonna get over him if you stalked his socials every day.  maybe once every week you look up one account, and then another, and then another, and you see him, and once you do you turn your phone off and do something else and maybe, you forget about him for a moment.

sometimes you wonder what would happen if your eyes met one more time. would you realize you got over him? would you fall back in love? would he even say hello?

“what can i get you?” the barista behind the counter asks you.

“hi, an iced vanilla latte, please.” you smile. the guy nods and charges you, moving quickly to the next client.

you sit down in a booth while waiting for your name to be called, and play with your phone in the meantime. suddenly, a huge shadow blocks the natural light that was hitting your face and you shift your face from your phone to the stranger who sits in front of you, only it wasn’t a stranger at all.

“y/n.” trent whispers your name with a smile.

you were a bit shocked to see him in person, like it was the first time you lay your eyes on him all over again.

“hey.” you respond. he chuckles at your lack of words.

“i knew it was you the second i heard your voice.” he points at the register. “an iced vanilla latte as always.” he repeats your coffee order and only then you register the situation.

before you have a chance to say something, you hear your name being called throughout the whole coffee shop, announcing your order was ready.

“stay there.” he says before you have the chance to even stand up. “i’ll go get it.” you didn’t know what to say so you just nodded and he made his way to the front, claiming your coffee and getting it to you.

“thank you.” you say when he was finally in front of you again.

neither of you say anything for a few seconds. you didn’t feel uncomfortable at all, but it did feel odd to be there with him, not saying anything.

“nice jacket.” you mention, just to fill the silence.

“you like it?” he unconsciously touch it and smiles at you like he always did.

“mhm, it's pretty.” you take a sip from your coffee.

“i haven’t seen you in a while. how are you?” he asks.

you were about to answer when you got interrupted again by the barista calling his name to get his coffee. he quickly made his way to the front and back, sitting in your booth in no time.

“what is that?” you ask with a grimace, looking at his order. it was some sort of juice? you couldn’t really tell.

“it’s a pomegranate lemonade.” he shrugs. you arch a brow and he shakes his head smiling. “don’t look at me like that when you drink vanilla flavored coffee.”

a laugh escapes your lips and you just agree, still confused by his drink of choice but not making any more comments.

“how are you?” he repeats his question.

“good.” you lie to him. “you?”

“bad.” he says.

“oh?” this took you by surprise. “what happened?” you try to remember if maybe he lost any big game recently or if something happened to any friend of his, but you can’t remember anything of relevance.

“i just…” he exhales and takes a sip from his lemonade. “i’ve been missing you. a lot, actually. a bit more everyday.”

your face grows hotter by the confession and you just look at him without reacting.

“why are you saying this?” you ask the first thing that comes to your mind.

“because.” he shrugs. “why not? i’ve miss you so much since we broke up i can’t think of anything else, and now i feel like i’ve think you so much i actually manifested you and now we're both at the same coffee shop at the same time, i mean, what are the odds of that, you know?” he rambles and you feel your heart beating in your throat.

to be fair, this was the same coffee shop you both used to go to while you were still dating. and you both still live in the same city. and you’ve been stalking him on social media so you might’ve manifested him as well by accident.

“you woke up brave this morning, didn’t you?” you joke lightly and the shadow of a smile takes over his lips. “i didn’t know you still think about me.” you say instead of confessing your feelings back at him.

“you’re not an easy one to forget.” his eyes clocked in with yours and you felt like everything was the way it used to be.

why did you even break up in the first place? looking at his chocolate eyes you couldn’t even remember anymore. you finally clear your throat to speak, but he interrupts you.

“you don’t have to say anything right now,” he pleads. “i don’t… if you’re gonna say something that’s gonna break my heart for good, i don’t think i’m prepared to hear it just yet.”

his eyes look away from yours, but you’re still watching him.

“i think about you too.”

your voice was barely a whisper, but it was loud enough for him to hear it and look at your eyes, straight into your soul.

“we should talk, no?” you knew he was battling a triumphant smile but he kept a straight face for you. you nod. “wanna take a walk?” he points to the window with his head, but you shake your head.

“it’s too cold outside.” you say and he laughs, shaking his head as well.

“you and cold.” he rolls his eyes amused.

“hey.” you slap his arm playfully. “i have sensitive skin.” you defend yourself.

at that moment you felt grateful for this little plot from destiny that had brought you and trent together again. you didn’t have to wonder ‘what if, you didn’t have to avoid seeing him downtown, you didn’t have to look into people's windows anymore. his eyes meet yours one more time, and now you know.

When Eyes Meet 🍄

I don’t even think anyone will see this but yeah let’s just do it IM SO EMBARASSED THO.

Anfield was always loud, but today it was something else. it was roaring, the ground vibrating with everyone's voices, people cheering as loud as they could for their favorite team. Today was the game against Arsenal top of the league it was a game about keeping hopes for the Champions League next year so the plan was to cheer as loud as they can because they were player number 12 and they could change the path of the game.

She was there too, buried in the middle of the crowd wearing her Liverpool jersey with his name on the back it was covered with a jacked because it was chilly but she mostly covered it because she thought it was embarrassing, people will think of her just as a fangirl while football was what she adored since she was a little girl.

The game started and Liverpool was doing so well until van Dijk made a wrong pass and Martinelli scored 20 minutes later and the other Gabriel scored second it was disappointing to see her team lose at home it was more disappointing for her because it was his fault he wasn’t okay, he was bothered by something it was obvious because this isn’t how he plays, he picked a  small fight with Martinelli, ‘he looked hot when angry’ she thought but she pushed that thought away as fast as it came.

Half-time whistle echoed in the air and swiftly merged with the riot of the mass.

2-1 for the gunners.

He perked his head up, not sure what caught his attention.

She was already looking.

Their eyes caught each other 

He slowed his pace down so as to gain more time to look at her eyes, large and luminous somehow full the comfort and courage. she smiled at him a sweet sweet smile a hopeful one a ‘Don’t worry you got’ this smile. 

He felt foolish as his heart started hammering against his chest, hers already stopped.

Time seemed to tick beyond count and ages blurred into each other. The entire cosmos collapsed and were reborn. Stars died and scattered into the void. Nothing else held any significance but his eyes, but her eyes, but then it was broken, Time resumed and life carried on. someone pushed him and called him inside and he hated him because he has not had enough of her.

He quickly memorized her place so he would look at her once they were back on the field again. 

While he disappeared into the changing room she was left there she looked around to see if anyone other than her has noticed but no one seemed to have paid attention to that small moment, she just had a moment with him it can’t be or can it. she was all confused head over the clouds she was in sock it was hard to comprehend such a thing she was more shocked of her self because she smiled at him he must’ve thought that she looked stupid but god oh god if she just knew what his thoughts were how with just one look she made him relook into his entire life. 

Back on the pitch again he turned his head to where she was sitting she greeted him with a big smile and a thumbs up he smiled back an innocent boy smile a smile coming from the roots of his heart. Was he stupidly blushing? Yes, yes he was.

The game started and he was so energetic running down the pitch in his mind he was trying to show off he tried his best and pushed himself to be at his finest and that was so apparent because now they were closer to equalizing.

Salah missed a penalty and it pissed him off but when he looked at her she was still happy still cheering and clapping. It made him cool down.

 From time to time he would look at her because it gave him courage and made him more willing to score 

A few moments later he made an amazing assist to Bobby she was jumping from her seat screaming at top of her lungs and it made his heart warm.

She was proud of him.

He was on fire now shooting here and there his passion was unmatched. 

The final whistle came, and what a match it was. Liverpool deserved the win but a draw 

is better than a loss.

On his way out he couldn’t take his eyes off her nor could she. He wished he could swim through the crowd and hug her, hold her in his embrace, and share this special moment with her in his mind he wondered if his shirt is the one that she was wearing. 

It was and will be a memorable night for both of them. A first meeting, a silent but also loud one a meeting of eyes that said more than it was allowed. 

He winked at her to insist to her that she was who has his attention and she smiled and waved he waved back but quickly so as not to make a scene.

For one last time, he took a long glimpse at her looking deeply at her dazzling brown eyes to memorize them because he knew that he may never see her again so he mentally took a picture of her to look at it and revise it on his dreams. 

He was glad that out of the whole crowd, it was her eyes that he caught out of all the players that are the team it was him that she looked at. It might be faith but it may also be just a coincidental moment for both of them but for him, that didn’t quite matter because from now on she’s his lucky charm 

Y’all I'm so embarrassed by what I just wrote I’ve always wanted to do such a thing but never had the courage also this is my first try probably most likely my last one, I don’t know how many people will see this but if you do just click the heart leave your mark “I was here” it will make me smile I also love you so yeah…there is that. Bye <3

PS: also this sound good as a start of a series so.....👀