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Congrats Rammers
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OH I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE TURN IT UPPP
just posted a benaaron au i started forever ago that a few of you might be interested in!! 🤍
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62762623
aaron ramsdale/martin odegaard | comfort (smut) ♡
for @elmatadorisgay <3
The air in the room is heavy with the lingering emotions of the recent match. Aaron, despite having been ecstatic to start, can't shake off the cloud of melancholy that seems to hang over him. The congratulatory hugs from his teammates felt distant, unable to breach the barrier of the emotions he bears.
Martin, keenly aware of Aaron's post-match blues, takes charge. He ushers Aaron home, determined to turn the evening around. The aroma of a home-cooked meal fills the space, a comforting touch that begins to lift the weight from Aaron's shoulders.
The evening unfolds in a symphony of muted emotions, the clinking of utensils against plates providing a rhythm to the scene. Martin glances at Aaron, noting the lingering shadows in his eyes, and decides to break the silence.
Oooh please could you write more Trent/Ramsdale?? Clingy sad Rammers (don’t leave me) that needs all the love and reassurance from Trent to build up his confidence. Trent quietly furious on Aaron’s behalf, whispering words of affirmation into his skin. I imagine Aaron’s feeling especially vulnerable now that Southgate has basically said that if he doesn’t start playing more for Arsenal his England spot is in danger. On the verge of losing now also the only good thing left in his life, England call ups and time with Trent 🥺
trent alexander-arnold/aaron ramsdale | weather the storm ♡
Aaron's spirits hang low, like rain-laden clouds threatening to pour. His tired eyes mirror the greyness of his emotions, and the weight on his shoulders seems heavier with each passing day. Trent, observant and attuned to Aaron's moods, senses the turmoil brewing within him. It's a familiar ache—the silent plea that lingers in Aaron's gaze, the unspoken yearning for reassurance.
"Trent," Aaron's voice, barely above a whisper, trembles with vulnerability, "don't leave me, please."
Trent, never one to shy away from embracing emotions, pulls Aaron into a warm hug. The kind of hug that says, "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere." He can feel the tremors in Aaron's frame, the subtle fragility that Aaron rarely displays behind his sunny exterior.