Reader is Trent Alexander Arnold's twin sister. The two have been inseparable since childbirth, more so now when Reader is fresh out of university looking for a job, crashing at her brother's place whilst doing so. One day Reader gets a job offer that she cannot refuse, however it would mean working for her brother's biggest rival in football, Ruben Dias.

Enjoy!

Man City vs Liverpool. It was a disaster bound to happen. Perhaps the exact reason why Jennifer begged to tag along as you and your family gathered for a spectacular afternoon at the Etihad Stadium. The atmosphere was unmatched, the crowd giddy for what's to come. You however, couldn't stop biting your nails in agony.

"Doesn't Ruben want you sitting near his bench, why are you on Liverpool's side of the stands?"

"Because..." You said, gritting your teeth for Jenny to keep her voice down. "Only you and grandma know I'm dating Ruben."

"You seriously haven't told your parents yet? Trent I understand, but don't you think the rest of your family would be more accepting?"

"No." Was your answer. Your grandma seemed to have come to terms with the situation, but only because she had seen first hand how much you cared about Ruben and he you. He would usually drop you off at the apartment after work and was not afraid to greet grandma at the door. He would greet her with a smile on his face and fondly ask about how her day went and if business at the shop was going good. It was not an act to win her over, grandma would've seen right through that. Ruben was just genuinely a polite person who was raised right by his parents. However, you strongly believed that despite how well raised he was, it would be hard for your parents to look past the fact that Ruben played for Manchester City, the team that had robbed them of so much joy.

"I dunno?" Jenny said, after hearing you out. "That altercation between your brother and Ruben was a long time ago, don't you think they're over it by now? If I were Trent I would be, how else is he gonna be able to focus on today's game if he still got his head wrapped around what's happened in past games?"

"Trust me." You said. "If there is something my brother can do, it's to hold a grudge."

You sat back in your seats as the Liverpool crowd, including your parents, started singing. The game was about to begin.

Despite having the majority of the crowd on their side, Man City struggled to control the game. Liverpool was fighting back with their supporters chanting them on.

"We are the Scousers

The cocks of the north!"

"We hate Man United

And City of course!"

"We only drink whiskey

And bottles of brown

The Liverpool boys

Are in town!"

"Na na na na na na na na!"

"What's wrong sweetheart, why aren't you singing along?" Your mother nudged your shoulder, seeing as you were biting your nails rather than singing along with the crowd.

"Yeah, Y/N why aren't you singing along?" Jenny smiled.

You threw her an evil glance. The lump in your stomach grew heavy as you turned your attention back to the game. Ruben looked furious. It was a bad game for him. Liverpool had managed to get two goals past his defense. The worst part was that one of those goals had been done by Trent, who was now getting cocky with the support from the crowd.

"Here he goes, here he goes!" Your dad alerted.

It was another corner shot from Liverpool, taken by Mac Allister. The ball flew past all the city players' heads, landing right on top of Virgil van Dijk's, who butted the ball to the ground for Trent's foot to tap it into the goal.

"3-0!"

The Liverpool crowd were on their feet, celebrating like maniacs. The game ended with the standing result as the referee blew his whistle.

"What a game! Let's celebrate." Your dad suggested, as your family followed the stream of people leaving the stadium.

"We have to wait for Trent." Your mother said.

"Don't worry bub, he'll meet us at the restaurant. Jenny, you said you knew a place?"

"Sure. I know a place not too far away from the shop."

"Great, let's go!"

Your family and Jenny walked ahead but you were hesitant to leave.

"Y/N, you coming?"

You shook your head. "I...I should stay. Wait for Trent. He might not know the way to the restaurant."

"Suit yourself." Your dad shrugged. "Just don't let him hold you up in the locker room, the guys might take a while."

"I'll be alright." You said, ignoring the looks that Jenny and Grandma threw your way. You were left standing in the middle of the stadium parking lot, but not the public one, the one close to the gates where fans waited in hopes of spotting their favorite player.

"I'm outside." You texted, not Trent but Ruben. You felt a need to check on him after such a tough game.

"Be there in five." He replied.

And so you waited. And waited.

Fans scattered after having their jerseys signed by City players, they were the first people to leave the building.

"Hey."

There was a light tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see Ruben, looking defeated and exhausted from the game.

"Hey." You smiled. "Tough game?"

"Don't mock me."

You frowned. "I'm not mocking you."

He sighed, and brought you in for a hug. "I bet your family enjoyed the game though."

"Ruben. " You pulled back to look at him.

"I'm just saying." He shrugged. "It's not like they were cheering for me."

"I was cheering for you."

"Were you?

"Yes Ruben. Believe it or not but I was."

He was grumpy, kicking something invisible on the ground. "Are you coming with me or are you headed somewhere?" He raised his head to look at you.

You sighed. "My family is celebrating at a bar in town."

He snorted. "Of course they are."

You rolled your eyes. "They're here for the weekend, Ruben, what am I supposed to do? And don't make me choose between you and my family because that would be incredibly unfair."

Ruben's shoulders withered, realizing what he was making you do. "I...I'm sorry." His gym bag dropped to the ground as he reached out his arms to you. You stumbled into his warm embrace and stayed there, letting Ruben sway you in his arms. "I never meant to make you choose between me and your family." He spoke against your temple. "Just having you like this is a privilege enough for me."

Your arms wrapped tighter around Ruben's waist. He was yours to keep.

"And you didn't hear this from me...but I guess your brother played a pretty good game."

You gasped, pulling out of the hug. "Was that....a compliment I heard?"

He rolled his eyes.

"Nah ah, don't be shy now Dias, I think you just compliment your fellow rival."

He wiggled out of your grip to hide his smile.

"Are you proving to be the bigger man, is that what this is?"

"The biggest." He nodded. "Bigger than any other man you've been with."

You laughed as he railed you in, attacking your neck with wet kisses.

"Stop it Ruben, it tickles."

He mumbled against your skin. "Not until you admit that I'm the biggest you've ever had."

"Never."

"No?"

"Aaaah, Ruben." You squealed as his arm went under your legs, swooping them up under you as he lifted you up in his arms, twirling you around, bridal style.

"Ruben, please"

"Admit it."

"No, hahahah."

"You fucking....get off her!"

Suddenly you were tackled to the ground, with Ruben trying his best not to let you hit the concrete before him. Recovering from the initial fall you looked up to see Trent, towering over Ruben with a fuming look on his face.

"Have you lost your mind?" Ruben shouted. "She could have gotten hurt." He shot to his feet, pushing Trent back two steps.

"What are you doing, touching my sister?" Trent pushed back, but didn't have as much impact on Ruben who was bigger.

"Guys, stop it!" You got up from the ground trying to come between them. A big mistake, because as Ruben wrapped a hand around your waist, checking to see if you had hurt yourself from the fall, Trent saw red.

"Trent!"

You screamed as he swung at Ruben, the blow of his fist striking Ruben on the nose, making him bleed. You stepped back as Ruben rushed your brother, tackling him to the ground, raising himself to tower over him as he delivered equally as bone crushing punches.

"Ruben stop!" Your voice broke, your desperate shouts alerting the people around you, players and staff from both teams, rushing to disrupt the fight.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Ruben's friend John was one of the first people on the scene, grabbing a hold of Ruben, pulling him off of your brother. It was a horrific scene with medical staff from both teams rushing to check on Trent. It was heartbreaking for you to see him like that, bloody in the face and knocked out on the ground, all in the hands of....

"Y/N?"

You flinched as someone grasped your arm. It was Ruben, who looked terrified at the way you reacted when he touched you. "It's me, don't be..." He reached out again, your eyes darting at his bruised knuckles. Luckily John was quicker. "Let her go, let her..." He looked at you, seeing the terror in your eyes. "I'll take him home. You stay with your brother."

You nodded. "Okay."

He escorted Ruben across the parking lot, the two of them driving away in the night. Whilst the medical staff alerted for the ambulance to come, you brought your phone to light, dialing Grandma's phone number with trembling hands. She picked up after the second tone.

"Y/N?"

"Grandma?" You sniffled, phone pressed to your ear. "It's all my fault....."

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