comforting your fiancé after he loses an important match
trent alexander-arnold x reader
A/N: back from the dead since my hand injury is healed now!! based on this request!
W/C: 1.584
"shit..."
you mumble to yourself, zipping up your handbag as you watch the liverpool game end.
you had taken one glance at trent, and you knew that he was absolutely heartbroken.
you wave at him, getting up to your feet to quickly get out of the stadium down into the parking garage.
your fiancé's team, liverpool had just lost one of the most important matches of the season, and you could only guess how horrible he and his team were feeling right now.
you bid farewell to the girlfriends and wives of the other players, knowing they weren't feeling their best either.
entering the parking garage, you fish your keys out of your bag, unlocking your car. you sigh as you step behind the wheel, shutting your door with slight frustration.
after sitting in silence for a moment, you look down at your phone when you receive a text.
"I'll meet you at home, love."
"gonna cool off a little first.."
you knew of your fiancé's need of wanting to be alone when upset. already with him for years, you had gotten familiar of the ways he'd try to calm down and find relief.
you send him a quick reply, starting your car and start driving away from the stadium.
It's only a half an hour later after you're home, and you hear the front door of your home open.
you jump up from the couch, running up to your visibly defeated looking fiancé.
"baby?.."
you call out, making eye contact with him as he drops his training bag, containing his match necessities. onto the floor.
"hi babe.."
you step closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in to kiss his plump lips.
"you okay?"
you ask when pulling back, running a soothing hand up and down his muscular back.
"I'll be fine, eventually..
your heart aches at the dissatisfaction in his voice, and you pull him further into the home.
"why don't you go upstairs and take a shower. wash away some of the stress, 'kay?"
trent can only nod in reply, his bigger hands reach up to cup your jaw, and he presses a firm kiss on your cheekbone.
you soak in the touch, a pout forming on your lips when he leaves to take a shower.
you sigh, grabbing his training bag, sorting his laundry in the bins. knowing you'd rather do anything than nag at him for forgetting to sort out his bag today.
you wait for him in bed, changed and dressed into your loungewear. full face of makeup cleaned off , even after the upmost care you took of doing it before driving up to the stadium, only hours earlier.
the mood dip was absolutely insane, going from leaving the house happy, your favorite music blasting from your car speakers, to driving home in silence, with worry gnawing at you.
"honey?" you say, eyes on your fiancé as he steps out of the bathroom. beige towel hanging low on his hips, chest and his curls wet.
you push your immediate inappropriate thoughts to the back of your mind. after such a loss, you'd doubt he was in the mood anything remotely close being sexually intimate.
"I'm here, lovie.."
he mutters, scouse accent thick as he walks into the closet, you watch him as he dries off. lazily throwing on a pair of boxers and sweatpants.
"can you do my hair for me?"
the question comes out softly, like his voice is about to crack. you're confused at first, he'd never even have to ask if you could help him with his hair.
for you, it was a part of your love language.
putting product through the tight coils, making sure he's comfortable while sitting in front of you.
you quirk up a brow when he walks over, his muscles flexing with his brown skin. he leans over, slipping onto the covers, and resting his body against yours.
you support yourself on your elbows, reaching over to run a hand down his chest.
"of course, I'll do your hair. you don't even have to ask, baby.." you reassure, watching as he grunts softly at your touch. his eyes closing as if on instinct.
"good, 'cause I really need it right now.."
you hum, the pad of your thumb making contact with his mustache. giggling when he gives you a confused look.
"this is a good look on you, you know.."
you compliment, not wanting to bring up today's events just yet.
"yeah?" he asks, voice higher pitched than usual as his plump lips stretch into a smile.
"mhm, less of the goatee. more of the 'stache.."
"I wouldn't know what to do if my own fiancée didn't like my face.." he teases, finding humor in his situation, his hand reaching to poke your side.
"terrible situation to be in, I'd imagine.." you chuckle, swatting his hand away with a squeal.
"so squirmy.." he frowns, trying to suppress the smile forming on his face.
"c'mon.." he suddenly says, getting up from his position and grabbing at your thighs. hands wrapping around them as he lifts you up, out of the bed.
"woah?! where to?"
"bathroom, my hair is going to dry before I get any product in it.."
"right.." you respond, steadying yourself when you grasp onto his broad shoulders, looking down when he places you onto the bathroom counter. moving to stand in between your legs.
"you good?" he asks, hands reaching into a couple cabinets. magically placing all products right next to you.
"mhm.." you confirm, hands reaching up to his head of hair.
"can I touch ya?" you ask, wanting to avoid any unnecessary sensory overload, especially when you knew he was upset.
"of course. touch me all you want, lovie.."
you grin, already feeling the moistness of his hair, before carefully starting to take care of his hair. silky and delicious smelling products filling your senses.
his hands find their way to your thighs, fingers drumming on your skin as he looks at you. he's mesmerized by the care you're giving him. treating every single on of his curls utmost carefully and with overwhelming love in your eyes.
"and.. done.." you mutter after a while, your tired hands moving away from his dark hair.
"look in the mirror.." you urge, moving your head away so he can look in the bathroom mirror.
"oh, baby.." he mutters when he looks at himself, satisfied smirk on his face.
"happy?"
"you always do such a good job, lovie. not even surprised.."
he grabs a hold of your jaw, fingers touching your skin gently as he leans forward. placing a grateful and tender kiss onto your lips.
"thank you, lovie.."
"you're welcome.." you cheese, your fingers twitching from the amount of time you spent perfect his hair.
he frowns when he looks down, huge hands dwarfing yours, as he brings them down to the sink. gingerly washing away the oily product.
"how gentle.." you observe, quirking up a brow at trent.
"I've got to be gentle. my lovie just did my hair for me.."
your chuckle is cut of as he picks you off the counter, beeling you both back into your comfortable, awaiting bed.
"tired?"
"mhm.." trent hums, cuddling up next to you, hands reaching for yours in the dark.
"trent, baby.." you speak up, looking for his eyes in the dim light.
"yeah?"
"can we talk about it? please? I'd rather you not keep it inside and suffer without me knowing.."
"y/n- it's fine. losing a match, It's something I've gotten used to over the years.."
"I'm sure it still hurts, though?"
he goes quiet for a moment, his hands starting to massage your tired ones. each finger touching every bone and muscle to relax you to the upmost possibility.
"I'm just disappointed- and just mostly with myself.." he finally spills his emotions.
“I know, and getting the blame must be hard, my love..”
“it is hard, I just keep thinking if did more my best-"
“trent, c’mon you can’t be taking all the blame- especially when there’s a whole team behind the tactics and play..”
you sit up, looking at him with a stern face. he sighs in defeat, throwing his head back onto the pillow.
“i know that, i know..”
you huff, joining his side. he moves slightly, until his arms are wrapped around you. his warm breath hitting your neck.
"can I sing for you?" you say after a moment, playing with his hair.
"sing?"
he repeats, questioning your words.
"It's going to help a lot.." you mention, getting comfortable
“sure, go ahead, lovie..” he gives in, pressing a kiss to your collarbones.
"my only sunshine, my only sunshine.." you begin, voice as soft as possible as you sing.
you hear trent chuckle for a second, it breaks your focus, it making you sigh.
“your ruining the mood, baby..” you complain, scoffing.
“I’m sorry, baby.. go on..”
"you make me happy, when skies are gray.." your voice wobbles, and you suppress your laughter.
trent closes his eyes finally, breath turning shallow as he focuses on your softening voice.
"you'll never know, dear. how much I love you.." you kiss his cheek, warm skin touching the other's.
your warm hands rub his arms and shoulders. though, he moves suddenly burying his face further into the crook of your neck. his facial hair scratching against your skin.
"can I stay like this for a moment, lovie?"
"of course. anything you want.." you murmur, voice vibrating against his temple when you plant multiple kisses there.
"thank you, lovie.."