Jules Core

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! 🤍

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp

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.’

girl I’m OBSESSED with your gavi fluff omggg

like el mar, el sol and mi corazón is one of my top fics of all time 😔🙏🙏

STOP IT THAT MADE MY DAY. i remb i wrote that as mainly a scrap bc i was bored and it was a scrap and also originally for joao! but im so glad i changed it to gavi bc it suits him smm

didn't see that from before but youre a TIFOSI?? i am officially in love with you. we are getting married. final decision

oh say less bbg. 😏

YES IM A TIFOSI - ALWAYS!! we’re meant to be 😍

Oh and do u write angst (like real heart wrenching angst)

Sorry for bothering u have a nice day/night 💚

yes ofc i can do that darling! just lmk who u want it w and i can always write it for uuu! i saw the marc bernal & fernandez cousins enquiry and i will happily do that too love! 🤍

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Hello 👋,

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Hello There!

My first question is have you seen the video where Kenan Yildiz is gifted a prayer mat from a friend?

Could you maybe do a fic where like him x muslim reader after a long day just chilling and pray together and yap about their day and it’s all fluff and cute 💕

thanks!

Shoulder to Shoulder~Kenan Yildiz

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

The day had been long for both her and Kenan, filled with responsibilities, noise, and the kind of exhaustion that settles in thejr bones.

But now, the world outside had quieted, and the warmth of home wrapped around the two of them like a comforting embrace.

Kenan had just returned from training, his bag dropped carelessly by the door as he stretched his arms above his head, sighing in relief. She smiled at him from where she was seated on the floor, her prayer mat already laid out for Maghrib.

“Welcome home,” she said softly, the gentle cadence of her voice enough to make his tired expression soften.

“I’m home,” he replied, the words carrying a sense of peace. “And it’s so good to see you.”

He stepped closer, pressing a soft kiss to her temple before settling on the mat beside her. She could feel his presence even in the small movements he made, the way he reached to adjust his shirt or brushed his fingers against her briefly.

“Let’s pray together?” she asked, the suggestion simple but meaningful.

Kenan nodded immediately. “I’d love to.”

The room fell into a tranquil silence as the two of them faced the qibla, side by side. The rhythmic recitation of the prayer filled the air, the serene connection to something greater grounding them both after a chaotic day.

When they finished, they raised their hands together for a quiet dua, their voices low but full of sincerity as they asked for blessings, peace, and guidance.

Instead of getting up right away, the two stayed seated on the mats. Kenan leaned back on his hands, his head tilted slightly toward her as if waiting for her to speak.

She didn’t, though, at least not immediately. Instead, she shifted closer and rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes for a moment.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice gentle.

“More than okay,” she murmured. “I’m just... happy. I love this. Sitting here with you, no distractions.”

Kenan smiled, leaning his head lightly against hers. “Me too. It feels good, doesn’t it? Like all the stress just... disappears.”

The two of them stayed like that for a while, the weight of the day melting away in the shared silence. He reached up and played absentmindedly with her fingers, his touch soft and reassuring.

Eventually, they both shifted slightly, still seated but more upright now. Kenan broke the quiet first.

“How was your day?” he asked, turning his head to look at her.

“Busy,” she admitted, letting out a small sigh. “I had to sort out some uni stuff this morning, then I went grocery shopping. And don’t even get me started on the traffic—absolute chaos.”

Kenan chuckled, his laughter low and warm. “Traffic’s always chaos. Did you at least get everything you needed?”

“Most of it,” she replied, a small pout forming on her lips. “But they were out of the cookies you like.”

Kenan grinned. “I think I’ll survive.”

“What about you?” she asked, nudging him lightly. “How was training?”

Kenan groaned dramatically, falling back onto the mat as if the memory alone drained him. “Tough. They’re really pushing us this week. My legs feel like jelly.”

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “Poor thing. Want me to make you tea later?”

He looked at her with wide, hopeful eyes. “You’d do that for me?”

“Of course,” she teased. “But only if you promise to do the dishes tonight.”

Kenan groaned again, though there was no real protest in it. “Deal.”

The conversation drifted from there, flowing easily between silly anecdotes and more meaningful topics.

At some point, she found herself laughing so hard her sides hurt, and Kenan reached out to wipe away the tears that had gathered in the corners of her eyes.

“I love hearing you laugh,” he said suddenly, his tone sincere.

She blinked at him, caught off guard by the sweetness of the comment. “I love laughing with you,” she replied, her voice just as soft.

Kenan leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You make everything better, you know that?”

“And you,” she said, smiling at him, “make me feel like I can handle anything.”

The two of them eventually stood, putting away the prayer mats and moving to the couch, where the night continued in the same quiet, loving rhythm.

She made tea, just as she'd promised, and he pulled her close, his arms around her as they sipped their drinks and talked about nothing in particular.

It was in these moments, the ordinary ones filled with shared love and understanding, that they felt most at peace. With Kenan by her side, the world seemed softer, kinder—a place where she could simply be.

can u do a pau fic where he’s sitting down and reader comes to stand between his legs and he puts his hands on the back of her thighs (yk the thing that guys do idk how to explain it🤣) and her hands around his neck playing with his hair. and he just looks so in love and smiley and looking up and her and just listening to her speak.

maybe it’s at team dinner or something at the camp and everyone is like awww and teasing.

❦ - your hands.

warnings:: none

writers notes:: it’s safe to say that i didn’t survive yesterday and im sat at my desk at 7am rn and i’m chugging red bull

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp @universefcb @mariejuli @nngkay

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it’s loud in the restaurant, glasses clinking, plates being passed, laughter bouncing off every corner of the table.

but none of it really matters.

because pau’s sitting in the middle of it all, quietly zoned out, eyes only on you.

you’d gotten up to grab something off the far end of the table, weaving through teammates and chairs and banter, and somehow ended up standing right between his knees as you reached across the table.

and instead of shifting or moving back, he just rests his hands gently on the backs of your thighs. casual. warm. his.

your breath catches just a little.

you glance down at him and smile, hands instinctively finding his shoulders, then sliding up into his hair.

his hair is soft. his eyes are softer.

and god, he’s looking at you like you’re made of light.

like he’s not in the middle of a team dinner with half the squad watching.

like you’re the only sound he hears.

you start rambling about something, what someone said earlier, a joke he missed, how chaotic the other end of the table is.

and he just listens.

quiet smile on his lips. fingers still tracing slow, lazy shapes on the backs of your thighs. head tilted just slightly so he can look up at you better.

he nods at all the right moments, gives little mhm’s and amused half laughs, but mostly?

he’s just watching.

like he’s memorizing you. like he already has.

someone down the table calls his name.

he doesn’t even flinch.

you finally stop talking, a little breathless, a little shy under his stare.

‘what?’ you whisper, laughing softly. ‘why are you looking at me like that?’

he just smiles.

‘you’re the best part of my night. that’s all.’

and yeah. you feel it. all the way down to your fingertips.

texts jude would send you part 2 - jb au!!

got another request to do this so here you go!! 🤍🤍

part one

i am in love w this and you ofc and oh my fuck good lord i’m shaking crying throwing up you’re a mastermind idk how you can glaze my fics when you produce THIS omds the talent you hold is insane messi who??? this is so cute i am gagged how on earth. gimme atleast a fraction of your talent im begging you’re so cutesy. i lit explode whenever you post hello

hi! could you write smth fluffy for marc bernal? like a cuddling kissing session

✮ Serenity - Marc Bernal

marc bernal x fem!reader

sy: a small wind down after a hectic night is just what both of you needed.

a/n: i feel like this was a little repetitive idk but im SLOWLY getting through the reqs 🙂‍↕️

warnings: lots of kisses (?)

it was a late evening in barcelona, the streetlights flickering on in preparation for the idle darkness that followed. you and marc went out for dinner with friends pau and idalete, a chaotic but refined event.

marc unlocks the front door, as you follow him inside. the warmth of your home steadies your composure, such a vast contrast to the heat of the night.

“they sure know how to keep us out all night huh?” you exhale slowly. your ankles are bare with red scratches, a heavy relief leaving your mouth when you unravel your heels off.

“they sure do,” marc responded, slipping his own shoes off and taking yours in his grasp to stash away. “well this is only the first, they wanna see us next saturday too.”

“don’t even get me started on next week,” you sighed as you give your arms a relieving stretch. you propel yourself forward, your limbs sluggish from the nights havoc. the exhaustion sits oppressively on your eyelids, an inevitable yawn daunting past your lips.

marc quickly catches up to you, even lazily intertwining his hands with yours to make it upstairs. even when walking up the stairs, he refused to let go of your hand, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over your knuckles.

when you open your bedroom door, the crisp air hits you like a fan, almost sending you tumbling back at the shock of how chilly it was. the door clicked shut and marc turned to you, his hands hovering over the small of your back as he seized the already finite space between you.

“you looked beautiful tonight,” he murmured against the cool skin of your neck, where he planted a few dozen kisses. each one felt like a sting—burning and feverish.

you smiled, resting your palms on his chest. “you didn’t look to bad yourself, chico,” you complimented, fingers brushing the lapel of his suit jacket. “but i think you’ll look even better out of this.”

his grin was soft and playful, but his movements slow and deliberate. he let the jacket slip from his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

swiftly, he moved behind you, his hands trailing along your back to seek the zipper of your dress. upon finding it, he delicately eased the fabric from your shoulders, then moved to draw it down as it pooled at your feet.

marc’s fingertips brushed along your arms, your back, your neck, as if relishing every inch—anywhere he could feel the pulse beneath your skin.

“eres tan perfecta,” he mutters whilst pressing a tender kiss on the back of your neck, “i could stare at you forever.”

you turn to face him, cheeks glowing a sanguine red. your fingers make quick work to the buttons of his shirt, the silky material becoming less of a distraction when you reach up and mould your lips against his again.

marc involuntary gasps, the sound low and husky in his throat. you take the opportunity to free him of the rest of his clothes, as they join the heap below.

the sound of the fabric slipping away, the weight of his body drawing closer—it all feels like a dream you don’t want to wake up from.

before things progressed, marc pulled back slightly, reaching for his oversized tee on the dresser. with a heartening smile, he gently pulled it over your head, letting the fabric cascade down your body before slipping into his pajama pants.

the sight of him, so casually comfortable yet undeniably attractive, makes you pull him back toward you.

your lips magnate back together, only this time with a deeper urgency and desire. his hands continue to roam the curves of your body, his molten touch igniting sparks along your skin.

an innocent groan escapes your lips, as his kisses become more fervent, his lips moving from your mouth to your jaw, then to the sensitive spot below your ear.

marc knew your weaknesses, your guilty pleasures and studied your body like a map. he never needed direction, or guidance—it was all second nature to him.

goosebumps prick along your skin as you shiver at the sensation. your hands tangle in the loose threads of his hair as you tilt your head back to provide him better access.

effortlessly, marc guided you backwards onto your bed; the soft mattress welcoming you with plush ease. he towered over you smirkingly, his hands braced either side as he connects his lips with yours for a third time.

“i wish you could see yourself how i see you. then you’d really understand how irresistible you are to me,” he mumbled in between kisses.

you both couldn’t get enough of eachother, not like tonight. whether it was because of the intoxicating mix of exhaustion that made your brain mush, or that you simply craved the love he gave.

either way, you were lost in it. and so was he.

as marc subconsciously lowers himself closer to your body, the space between you grows smaller, almost nonexistent. your synchronised kisses grow slower, softer but no less intense.

you cup the sides of his face, your thumbs running across his cheekbones. when your lips part and your tongues eventually collide, it sends violent tremors coursing through your body.

you can’t deny but feel like your losing yourself in him—and you don’t want to be found.

but eventually, the passion ebbs into something softer. marc shifts, pulling you into his embrace as your body instinctively curls into his.

he lies back against the pillows, as you similarly nestle against his chest; you couldn’t resist littering gentle pecks all over his tanned skin.

for a while, neither of you spoke, the silence filled only with the intricate sounds of your breathing and the warmth of his body against yours. your legs tangle instinctively, fitting together in a way that feels effortless yet natural.

you lift your head slightly, lips parting to speak. “i don’t ever wanna move, can we just stay like this forever?”

marc looked down, his lips curving into an affectionate smile. “we can stay like this for however long you want, i’d do anything for you.”

“then how about you call in sick tomorrow for training—stay with me for a few more hours?” you playfully laugh, with a tinge of seriousness.

“if that’s what you really want,” he nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “then i’ll make it happen.”

with that, he reaches over, tugging the blanket higher around you both. his fingers trace idle patterns along your back, not for any particular reason but simply because he can.

you close your eyes, nuzzling into his neck, “goodnight mi amor, te amo.”

“goodnight princsea, yo también te amo,” he whispers, brushing one last kiss on your temple.

the city’s bustling nightlife faded into a distant hum and replaced with the soothing rhythm of marc’s breathing. sleep pulls you both under, but even in the quiet darkness, you can feel the love tethering you together.

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hi queens i’m tryna clear my inbox so here we are and EID MUBARAK TO MY OTHER MUSLIMS 🙏

anyways here we are queens / kings / its 🥰

love && war part 2. - pablo gavi.

amore a milan. - joao felix. (I LOVE THIS SM.)

moonlight. - hector fort.

‘and we created you in pairs’. - kenan yildiz.

playing for keeps. - toni fernandez. (i forgot ab this.)

OKAY HERE ARE MY TOP 5 WRITERS (not in order bc i can’t choose for the life of me)

@barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp @hollyf1 (ik ur not really that much of a fic writer but u never fail to make me laugh)