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writella · 5 months ago

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Reckless Romantics

Synopsis: Can be read as a stand alone or part two to getting ready for me; a return to innocent, inexperienced!reader and her relationship with Rick Grimes; two weeks after their first time together there has been some distance, but now Rick wants to make up for how hasty he was when he touched her last.

Details: Rick Grimes x fem!reader, smut: oral (f receiving) and teaching reader how to give a handjob, unspecified (of age) age gap, sweetness + kissing + a little mutual pining maybe, probably cliche, and leaning more into Rick as the dutiful leader and gentle lover (I feel this is just as in character as dom!Rick). Reader is a music lover— any kind of music you like— but she also likes a specific band only because I watched a documentary about them at the theater in July so it made its way into the story. Slightly proofread— will be corrected more later. wc: 5-7k (I lost track after finishing it on tumblr).

A/N: I wrote this message before I returned for the summer, but I still want you to read it: Been spending time outside this summer, trying to reach some goals— time got away from me. I don’t think I’ll ever stop saying I miss you, but please know it’s always true.

— with love from writella, my beautiful reader. ♡

Rick Grimes was not a man to give in to temptation.

My mercy prevails over my wrath, he’d say— his secret keepsake phrase. The one he whispers to himself in moments of hardship; the one he uses when he needs to make decisions only a leader would. Rick was a man of discipline; honor. He never boasted about how seriously he took these qualities, but when others did— admired, applauded, stuck by him for it— it would be a lie to say that he didn’t take note and use their pride to keep him going. This is how he knows he is strong-willed, why he wouldn’t fall for foolish, forbidden things. He was better than that. The safety and prosperity he brought to Alexandria proved it, reaffirmed it.

So why couldn’t someone remind him of that two weeks ago before he touched you?

As for you, you believed yourself to be a girl who wouldn’t fall so easily for the first man who showed you any kind of affection.

From an adolescence of peers who never seemed to take notice of you to one filled with walkers and adults who were either dead or seldom your age, you learned how hard love, let alone any connection, is to come by. It has made you quite the perpetual daydreamer because of it. One with a heart and mind filled with fantasy worlds, creating what you lacked externally. It often made you see yourself as much younger than you were despite all you’ve been through. No regular person your age in the old world has probably escaped as many deaths and wannabe cowboy dictators as you have. Still, they probably knew what it was like to have a high school romance, or at least go to the movies with friends, and have graduated from well, anything. You were simply born too late and shoved into this new world too early to experience even half of it.

This upbringing has brought you up to believe yourself precocious, although— maybe you were already too old for that word now. No, you were, so maybe– sensible, realistic despite the overactive imagination; you could decipher between right and wrong, real versus fake. This is why, for as long as you could, you did not entertain any thoughts of Rick Grimes.

Other people would though, women mostly. But you did have your suspicions of others who thought the same— they just weren't as shameless. Those who were, could be found during lunch breaks from work on house porches; or laughing and whispering at community gatherings and at the back of town hall meetings. Basically any time or place they could turn into a gossip session, which was often. And it didn’t always have to do with Rick. It could be about any one of the men in town; or retelling funny moments to their friends or complaining about their co-workers. But anything of true, great interest always had to do with the community leaders. You wish you could say you were the exception to this interest, but hypocritically, you loved a good inside scoop, and luckily for you, you had a trustworthy way about you. Almost everyone who spoke to you or allowed you to sit with them and their friends for meals agreed: you were a intent, quiet listener making you the best kind of person to say things to without judgment; and people assumed you as shy, yet you loved to laugh which was great for boosting egos. They often treated you as a little sister in that way, as if the pleasure was all yours to get to hear their ramblings because they were either older or perceived themselves to be more sociable and experienced than you. You tried not to care too much about what they took you for. It was nice to feel trusted, even if people could be a little too mean or weird for your liking because no matter who it was, they made you feel as if you were watching television, and you missed television. They told you things from period mishaps– (it’s the apocalypse, there are a lot of free bleeding queens okay)— to which people in their workstations annoyed them most with very detailed explanations as to why and, of course, rumors or general talk about the leaders: who they thought each of them has slept with, if there seemed to be any fighting between them and what side they were taking, and obviously, anything that had to do with one of the guys. Some were downright obvious that one or the other was their type, while others might try to be more sly about it, always bringing whichever man it was up more than the others. But unless they were diehard Daryl girls, wanted to dominate Glenn, or had some military man, hot priest, or doctor kink for Abraham, Gabriel, or Siddiq, most of them apparently felt that Rick was the love of their lives. He was like a local celebrity. A band’s frontman.

“So, what about you?” One of your scavenging partners asked on the ride home. “Which one do you like?”

“They’re all attractive guys,” you say, keeping your eyes on the road. “But I don’t really think about them like that.” You feel a flush coming on. Crushes, or anything romantic, is a part of your internal world, not something you discuss aloud.

“Come on,” she prods. “You never join in. You just laugh at us for being delusional.”

“Whose us?” Rosita asks, her voice sharp, humorous, and not without judgment. “I don’t talk about that shit.” But secretly, she loved the drama as much as you and would have many questions for you later tonight about why you have yet to tell her of the town obsession of treating her friends like the cast of a reality show.

“I don’t laugh at you! I like it when you guys talk about that stuff.”

“But what I’m saying is that I didn’t let you ride shotgun this time so you can hold out again,” the girl jokes half-heartedly.

“What do you mean this time? I get to ride shotgun because I’m the one with the CDs.”

And it’s true, the only thing that cancelled out the silence of drive in moments where conversation ceased was your Oasis album playing in the background. Learning about the band was your new obsession. Much like listening to the crazy imaginations of the girls in town, you found the Gallagher brother rivalry riveting even if you only knew pieces of the story from the music, scraps of magazine articles, and by asking whoever in town happened to be a teen in the 90s. Thankfully you had hit the jackpot today though. One of the houses you visited was once occupied by a dad and daughter with an insane music collection in the living room and a smaller, more curated one in the girl’s room. After gathering what new music you wanted to try from downstairs, you also found some old issues of QuizFest in the girl’s room, filled with activities that were themed with shows you remember from when you were a kid, but the most important discovery— the find of all finds— was one of those Ultimate Guide, Complete Life Story magazines of none other than the band Oasis.

You would now probably know all of the drama between the brothers to tell a coherent story about the band’s history to anyone who wanted an escape from walker related events and farming talk. When you weren’t listening, that’s what people would come to you for: to borrow music, get recommendations, or to tell them a story. In all, you were getting the reputation of being the town’s music historian, meaning you usually used your knowledge to avoid talking about yourself. And it mostly worked.

Except for now.

“Well, if I had to guess,” the girl persists despite your silence, “I think it would be Rick.”

“What?” Noticing the incredulity in your tone, you calm your voice. Shrugging you say, “Why Rick? Everyone likes him.”

Rosita sends a look your way. It’s innocent enough, probably just showing that she is still listening on as she drives but you were refusing to look at anyone now to know for sure.

“Exactly,” the girl says. “He’s a classic knight in shining armor type. I feel like he’d talk you through it, which I think would be good for— someone like you.”

Your face is on fire, you can’t even speak properly. “I- first of all, what do you know about my experience?” you ask, the incredulous tone returning. But all you get as an answer is knowing snorts and chortles from the two women. Ouch. Nonetheless, you continue, “Second, you think shooting a guy in the head in front of his wife and the whole town is chivalrous?”

Oh—

That makes car goes quiet.

You know you made a mistake.

You didn’t mean it as crassly as you said it, and you did feel bad for saying it knowing that the situation was more difficult than you summed it up to be, but you didn’t apologize. All this talk about crushes and especially Rick made you embarrassed. It’s not that you didn't see what others saw anyway. Of course you noticed how nice Rick’s curls are, how he doesn’t have to use any product for them to look as they do; or those blue eyes and how when you get closer, they become that much more stark and crisp; or how good he was at talking to people, convincing them of things or simply just reassuring them as a friend; and that southern drawl that still sometimes catches you by surprise by sounding so pronounced at the end of certain words, making his voice that much more intoxicating. Of course you saw the appeal, but that didn’t mean you had a crush on him.

Right?

Maybe it doesn’t matter. You just felt you knew better. He was like a president. You know of them, and you believe in them, but you don’t get close to them. And it didn’t matter that he told Carl to personally deliver you a stereo he and Daryl found while out once. How he remembered how you liked music. How he told Carl to tell you this one was probably better than the old one you had, that it was louder. You only showed him your old stereo that once when he was helping you move. He was just a perceptive guy with a good memory. All leaders are like that.

Right?

Anyway, let’s get back to your crass… joke.

“Hilarious.” Rosita says and you hear the low contempt in her voice at your insensitivity.

“That was ages ago though,” the girl chimes in, saving you just a little, “and he did it to help her. He didn’t care about the mess he made. He save her. I’d say that’s pretty romantic.”

“Let’s not call that romantic,” Rosita scoffs, and despite the slight frustration, there was a quiet sadness in her voice at the memory. “That wasn’t love.”

“That was reckless, not romantic.” You agree. Partly because you truly do, but also in attempt to win back favor from your friend. “I shouldn’t have mentioned it.”

But after that day, it was all you could think about.

The idea of a knight; a romantic; someone that would do anything for you, ruin his reputation for you; find gifts from the outside that he’d send is son to give to you. Maybe you did find it charming, idyllic.

These thoughts soared in your mind so much so that on one night when thinking about boys from books or your favorite artists wasn't enough during moments under your sheets when your back arched and your fingers trailed up your thighs, your mind switched from people you would never meet to him, to Rick. Your eyes scrunched tighter, and you tried to shake it away, telling yourself it was just the women in town and the talk in the car getting to you. But then you thought about how rich and hot pink his lips looked on a bright sun-burning day and how it would feel like flames firing inside of you if he kissed you with them.

Ideas like these went on for nearly a year now. You even started questioned if maybe you had always liked him, maybe you were always just like the other girls even though tried to not be. You had thought it made you respectful, realistic; after all, how could Rick be the love of your life if he was everyone’s? Wonderings like this became even worse and more confusing when Rosita had asked if you’d like to move in with her. Becoming closer with her meant being around the leaders more often, which meant coincidental encounters and conversations with Rick as well. Quickly, he wasn’t just that president or celebrity anymore who talked to you sometimes and got you that stereo that once. He was becoming a peer— at least in some ways. One who was curious about your interests as much as your opinions. But it’s not exactly like you were in the in-crowd now as some people assumed. You didn’t get to go to leader meetings, and as much as you knew Rosita must have been telling you more than others know, she couldn’t have been telling you everything. But you did see him more than other people now, when he and the leaders came over to the house or when Rosita was invited over to theirs and she’s tell you to come too. And now, with these thoughts spiraling, you can’t help but to look back at the at the times where Rick approached you, gave you all his attention no matter how small it was and asked you about what you were listening to or reading that week, letting you ramble. He was an older guy, yes, but he cared, he actually listened, and he didn’t make you feel like the childish little sister others do.

Sadly, you did become the fawn like you had told yourself you wouldn’t be. But you couldn’t stop picturing him when you closed your eyes, and in fact, it was nice to imagine someone to fall asleep with, to wake up to. It was just going be your secret. Part of your fantasy world. But then— it all caught up to you.

Through the sliver of the open door he saw you, fingers between folds, goading yourself on as you chanted his name in whispers.

And to your surprise, he encouraged it. No, he did so much more than that— he helped you, made you come; gave you your first orgasm and made you his like no one has before.

You loved it. You gave into it. Even if it was just one secret moment. It made you give into the idea that this would continue but of course, it didn’t. He hasn’t spoken to you in almost three weeks until—

“Woah-” you gasp, almost crashing into just the person as you exit your room.

“Sorry,” you both say in unison, holding onto each other's forearms before quickly letting go. Your arms cross over into your chest before dropping as you enter your room again, clearing the hallway, and his hands go behind his back. He’s still as unsteady as you are, his mouth is slightly open, thinking of what to say.

“Hi,” you whisper tentatively.

“Good morning,” he politely replies. His eyes now smile slightly as he nods to you. You don’t miss how the light emanating from your bright room makes them shine. And he doesn’t miss how the light shining behind your figure makes you, in your white cotton sundress, look like an absolute angel.

“Good morning,” you repeat, giggling slightly, not knowing what else to say.

“Good morning,” he says again, lost and as giddy as you are.

“Oh wait— is the leader’s meeting here today?” Rick starts to nod and answers yes as you continue to speak, “I totally forgot! I’m sorry. I know I should be gone by now.”

He shakes his head, “It’s fine. I was just going to the bathroom.”

“Here? Was someone in the one downstairs?”

“Just wanted to be away from everyone when they came. Daryl and I came early so we started talking and I just- we didn’t see eye to eye on something. I needed a minute.”

You nod. That seems to be your signature when to talk to him. You hated it honestly. Often over-analyzing your words, worrying you’ll sound immature or stutter in front of him. “I'm sorry,” you tell him sympathetically. For a moment there is only silence which makes you worry he will go away, so without thinking, you ask: “I know you’re busy but, if you need a moment, maybe you would like to come in here instead?”

Rick freezes but then, inevitably agrees. As he enters, you close the door and quickly go to shut off the low playing stereo and rehang some of the dresses on your chair in the closet— you had been getting ready for the day. Rick goes to sit on the chair after you empty it but you stop him. You sit on the vertical side of your bed and guesture Rick to sit in the spot next to you, closer to the headboard. You wanted to sit next to him.

Rick doesn’t question this, maybe he wanted to be as close to you as you had, so as he sits, your thighs touch. You try not to move too much at the first contact. Still, the heat that starts to burn inside you makes you realize how much you’ve craved this. Can two weeks feel like a lifetime? It’s like you haven’t felt him in ages.

“What were you playing today?” He asks and you realize you eyes went straight to the area where yours and Rick’s legs touched. You know he noticed but still you try to answer normally.

“Selena. Rosita loves her. It’s one of her most famous songs: Amor Prohibido.”

He nods. “I probably wouldn’t understand a bit of it,” he laughs.

He would probably remember the singer from the news if you gave more context but you don’t. There is a silence that follows until you ask, “So,” starting slowly, “what’s wrong? Is Daryl aright?”

He doesn’t answer. His mouth is open as if he’s deciding what to say, but nothing comes out, so you continue, “You know, nothing is ever right in the world when Rick and Daryl fight. It makes me sad.”

The joke makes those lines at the sides of his eyes appear— a quiet laugh. “Well you know I’d never want to make you sad. Especially not you.” You two exchange a light smile while that heat rises fast to your heart. “We’ll be fine,” he finally says, but then he goes quiet again. Rick seems unsure if he wants to continue. He even looks at the door, wonders if the others have shown up yet, but— he knows he doesn’t want to leave. And even more, he knows he shouldn’t after ignoring you like some teenage boy. He decides to tell you what’s happening: “Daryl wants us to bring new people in. You know how he’s always going out there. But I think it’s way too soon.”

You hum agreeingly, but at the same time, you understand Daryl. “I think he just likes to give people what he never used to have,” you suggest.

“I know,” he nods a bit annoyedly; “and that’s a nice way to put it, but you know him, when he has his mind set on somethin’ he can be so damn stubborn. It’s frustrating. He won’t compromise or listen to anything.”

Endearingly, you try to withhold a laugh, your lisp pursing. Not only because when he says anything, it actually sounds like anythang, but because Rick sounds like he’s describing himself and he doesn’t even realize it.

“And,” he adds, pausing for a moment before he continues, scratching his beard. It looks as if maybe he shouldn’t tell you what he’s about to. His head hangs low to say: This is not information for everyone to know, okay? But the last time he went out there with Glenn, the reason Glenn’s arm is in a sling right now, is because they met a group, tried to bring them back and before they could make it even close to home, the group fought ‘em, tried to steal what they scavenged, and almost kill Glenn.”

You widen your eyes at the statement. You actually already knew this from Rosita, but that will stay between you two. All you feel is humbled that he felt he share it with you, despite it being a dark thing. It was a close call. Rick was right for being very cautious right now. “Wow,” is all you can get in before he speaks again.

“Imagine if we lost him. Fought this war with his wife and unborn baby at the time for nothing? So he couldn’t even meet him?” Rick shakes his head, and you notice his foot tapping lightly, making his knee bounce. This had happened a month ago now but it was obviously affecting him. “It was reckless and I told him that. That right now we need to be focusing on what’s inside these walls. People have only just started getting back to being comfortable now; to feeling like this is a home.”

Your eyes remain wide, “We did so much rebuilding you.”

“We did complete rebuilding.” He corrects, though not rudely. Shaking his head, he goes back to talking about Daryl: “I think I made it seem like what happened to Glenn was his fault. So not only were we arguing but I must’ve hurt him,” Rick realizes, “and now he definitely won’t be back today— maybe not even until next week.”

A silence hangs in the air after this; it seems he finished. Now, you know you should speak, but as the silence continues, you grow more unsure of what to say. Issues like these are things you’ve never dealt with. You didn’t want to say something stereotypical.

“I’m sorry I’m putting all this on you.”

“No, no,” you quickly console, trying to think. “Um, well,” you say, starting unsteadily, “this is probably going to sound stupid and not helpful. I don’t even remember the exact context or what was truly said so it might not make any sense either but, do you remember when I had my Oasis obsession? Earlier this year?”

“I do,” he laughs, turning his head over to your music table. His eyes scan any of the visible album titles to see if he can find it, but the print on most of them are too small. He turns back to you as you continue:

“This is going to sound a little far off but I think you and Daryl are like Liam and Noel.”

His eyebrows furrow, “Didn’t those two hate each other?”

“I mean, yes— but it’s much more complicated than that to me— but no, I don’t mean in that way. It just that there is this quote Noel says that I don’t remember exactly, but I really liked: he said that even though he wrote the music and Liam did the singing that Liam meant the words just as much as Noel did because they’re brothers and he wrote them. I thought that was beautiful, but…” you trail off.

He stays silent, trying to give you space to find your words but you feel like you’ve gone too far. It’s all pretty convoluted and not a true comparison to what’s going on that you’re even confusing yourself a little. “I think what I mean is that even though they have their different roles, they still feel very similar things and believe in the same purpose. I think that’s like you and Daryl. You two are so similar yet so different. But there’s still a binding force that always brings the two of you together. So, like I’m sure you already know and I didn’t even need to tell you, but you two will be okay. You two have different ways of doing things, but the music or the life you’re trying to create in Alexandria still has the same meaning to the both of you.” You laugh small and breathily as you end. “That probably didn’t make sense.”

Rick smiles to himself. “I didn’t get that first bit, with the quote, but no… that made a lot of sense to me.” He nods toward you and you return his smile. “You’re so bright. You know that? Not everyone knows how to stitch things together like that the way you do.”

This makes you feel good. Rick thought you were smart. You know you should say thank you, but instead, something else comes out: “May I, may I kiss you?”

“Yes,” he answers, almost stuttering it out, a hint of hesitation before he did, but he nods so kindly, so reassuringly as he tells you again: “yes.”

Your fingers touch his lower cheeks lightly, feeling the bristles of his beard. You’re slow, and careful, and scared. Your fingers linger on his jaw for a moment until they completely caress his right cheek and then you move in, swiftly— worried you’ll lose your confidence, worried he’ll change his mind. You catch his lower lip and seal the kiss. Your lips are locked for a few seconds until you retreat. It was nice, and exciting, but short. You knew you could have put your tongue in his mouth. You believe he would have let you because you remember when he did it last time, but you didn’t want to embarrass yourself by doing it wrong and once again reminding him how much you don’t know. But you’re sure giving him a grade school kiss like this one was enough of a reminder.

Your eyes roll down, chin low. Your cheeks are on fire and your hands do not know where to go so you start fiddling with the hem of your dress and then you laugh. You were trying to be courageous this time, and you were, but you also weren’t.

Rick grabs your left hand, holding it at the end of your thigh, “I liked that,” he says softly.

“You did?” You ask as softly as he, eyes meeting his.

A short, airy snicker comes out, “Mhm,” he hums, giving you a closed-mouth smile. He found you simply adorable.

“Can I… try it again?”

Rick pulls on your forearm, attempting to bring you closer to him. “Yeah,” he nods, voice gentle. “Do you want me to help?”

You nod before you speak, happily accepting, “Yes.”

He puts your hands on his shoulders. One of his grabs onto your waist and the other holds you lightly under your chin, adjusting your head to meet his lips. The first kiss he places holds just for a couple of moments as the one you gave him did, gentle but packed with longing. The next two are slow, pretty pecks that already have you melting at his touch, lips agape waiting for the next one. The fourth is the one where he brings his tongue into your mouth, carefully bringing it in quarter by quarter. He tastes the top of your mouth and tongue and you feel him as he slowly starts to explore how far you may like to go, but truly you become stagnant other than your hands that press into his shoulder. Luckily, Rick either doesn’t notice your hesitation or is already silently helping you as he takes the lead, pulling you closer by the hips and slipping his tongue in and out of your mouth to kiss you more. It makes you smile— the excitement of your first make-out session. You giggle, and then it makes him smile too and your teeth slightly bump into each other. Accidently you nip his lip because of it, making you pull back.

Your fingers hover over your lips as you impart a quiet apology but Rick just shakes his head giving you another quick kiss instead. He starts to move back on your bed, back pressed again the headboard and he tells you quietly, “Come here.”

You get up and sit higher up on the bed as well, calves folded under your thighs. He takes one of your legs and starts to put it over his as he asks, “Is this okay?”

You nod, vigor growing as you do it now, thrilled to sit on his lap. Your dress bunches around your hips and the tops of your thighs. You move closer to press your chest into his and you kiss him first again, another small one but with intent as you look at him afterward, feeling the scratch of his beard on your fingertips as you smile at him, in awe that this is happening.

“You want to try this time?”

“Uh,” he means you put your tongue in his mouth this time, but you’re afraid to do it wrong but you know you want to say yes so you do, “Yes, okay.”

So he brings you in again and you kiss him. He mouth opens a little and you try to bring your tongue in slightly but you teeth clash. “Sorry,” and quickly he responds that it’s okay and rubs your cheek, telling you to just open your mouth a little wider, no teeth, let your tongue go on top of his.

You try it. Your tongues meet again, licking each other tips before you slowing press in more, your chest touching his as you try to close the gap.

Rick starts slowly rocking your hips against his and he takes control of the kiss again. It helps you not think, you like it. And you like the feeling of that incoming tight bulge starting to form under his jeans, but then you let go. “Wait,” you say, “I like this.” You pause for a moment, confusing him more as to why you stopped. “But… there is something I wanted to ask you.”

“Okay,” his hand stay fixed on your hips and waist, rubbing soothily, “What it is?”

Another pause. “I feel nervous,” you whisper.

“You have no reason to be, sweetheart. You can ask me anything.”

You laugh, smiling as you look off to the side. Anythang.

He smiles too, although unknowingly to what you found funny. His head tilts as he tries to find your gaze and turn it towards him again.

“Well, the last time we were together here you taught me how to do something. You taught me how to pleasure myself better so,” you stutter, “I want to pleasure you. If that’s okay. And I was wondering if you’d teach me how- to touch you here.” You remove yourself from straddling him and point in the direction of his cock.

Instantly he feels a stir of his already hardening dick.

This is not how he expected things to go this time. Or truly, he didn’t expect any of this at all, but when you asked to kiss him he decided he would be gentle, more giving. It felt like you wanted him to take again, the exact thing he was trying not to do. “I feel like I took advantage of you last time.”

“Rick…” you shake your head. “I’m the one who didn’t close the door all the way. You asked if it was okay and then you asked if you could go faster. I said yes to everything…” You start to worry— is he second guessing everything now?—“I feel maybe we remember this differently.” You bow your head again now. Feeling ashamed, wondering if he did.

Rick places one hand on your knee to comfort you although he still says, “It’s just that I’ve never done something like this before.” His thumb sways on your skin. “I just don’t want you to end up feeling like you’re wasting your time. Your first times.”

You’re surprised, “It’s so funny how you can be so self-assured in front of a crowd and now you don’t think you’re good enough.” You take his hand and press it towards your chest. Your heart was racing. “I like you. So much.” You swallow as he says your name softly, realizing how fast your heart was going. “No one in town is truly ever mean to me or anything, and Rosita has been so kind with letting me move in with her and we talk and its nice but, you know— she has her flings and her friendships that are separate from mine and everyone just always seems like they have their person and I just don’t. I don’t have my person, or any person.” You remove your hands from your chest but Rick still holds onto it, squeezing your hand as you start speaking again. “You’re kind, Rick, and you make me excited, and you remember things about me… “ If your face could get any hotter, it does, “And, well, you’re very handsome. If you could teach me again, I would like that.”

God… Rick was trying to be a romantic yet you were so adamant on getting him off. He laughed inwardly, shaking his head, deciding that the best way to handle this situation— and make up for some of his guilt as he was trying to— would be to give you the thing you say you want and not what he thinks you want. Suppose that’s one for widower’s wisdom.

Decidedly, Rick gets up from the bed, giving you a once over, still admiring how adorable, and how sexy, you look to him with your feet under your lap, hands on your knees as you look up at him from the bed and your white dress. He starts undoing his shirt buttons. “Remember when I did this the first time?”

A smirk came on, there’s the Rick you remember. Blue eyes intense, and voice getting cocky as he gets ready to give you what you need, what he knows you only want from him.

“Yes,” you say quiet yet with budding excitement. You start going for the hem of your dress, “Should I start taking this off too?”

“Mm, stay like that.” He’s taking off his belt. “Thought you looked beautiful in it right when I saw you.”

Your thighs squeeze together slightly. Rick Grimes was undressing before you, for you, and calling you smart and beautiful all the while.

As Rick lowers his boxers, his cock springs up. He returns to his spot on the bed, back leaning against the headboard. All of a sudden he seems to truly recognize that he is the only one exposed. He would tell you what to do, guide you, but in a small way, in a way you probably didn’t realize, you were in control. It seems that each time this happens— although it’s only been twice— and each time he talks to you— which has been plenty— you steal a little more of Rick’s heart and he just can’t stop it.

“So,” he clears his throat, your eager eyes on his cock making him twitch, “you usually just wrap your hand around, start from the base and keep pumping up.” He shakes his head, “there’s not too much too it but it’s best to keep your hand light at the start, you—”

You nod quickly, “May I?”

As he nods back you, “Yes.” And as he says it you’re already licking your hand.

“Is it okay if I spit? That helps right? Or is that nasty to you?”

He’s caught off guard, “No, no, that helps.”

So you do and you place your hand lightly at the base as he said and you start to pump. Instantly, he lets out a gasp, and the next noises that follow are repressed grunts and groans. You want to ask him to stop doing that but you’re a little scared to speak up that way just yet and you’re too engrossed in how you can see the light veins of green and blue on him and how he’s so red at the tip. It was honestly exciting. Just this, touching him with your hand, staring at his member and watching him twitch as his mouth opens to pant lightly. It still felt unreal but you liked it and you were happy to learn. You start to pump him more towards the top, placing your thumb on his slit- pressing in. His abs clench at that. You push in a little harder and you squeeze your fist around him a little— testing it out to see what happens—and he groans, unadulterated this time, “oh, fuck.”

The heel of your foot that’s under your lap pushes into your center at that.

You start pumping faster. “Am I doing good, Rick?”

Hearing your voice sets him off, “Fuck, sweetheart. Yes.” He’s honestly choking out each of his words, he didn’t expect to get so turned on by all of this. He realizes the last time he had sex was with you that first time, and before that… he can’t even remember. “You’re doing an amazing job.”

As you pump, you start to slow down, only doing it shallowly towards his base. You’re feeling confident and you kiss the side of him, licking a fat stripe up to the top and then you pump him fully again.

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” he breathes out. He wants to tell you to slow down but it comes out of nowhere, he stutters before he can even speak. An unintelligible groan mixed with a moan comes out abrupt and louder than he intends and white spurts of liquid come out.

You go faster for a few moments, then start to slow down, a little unsure of what is best to do, but you notice when you start squeezing him a little more as you continue to pump up and more whiteness fall out from inside of him.

“Did I, make you come?”

“Yeah,” he says, huffing.

“I did?” your cheekbones rise as you ask with awe— it was another first for the books.

Rick’s tries to let his embarrassment fade, he can tell you were just excited about it, but still, he looks down and to the side, avoiding direct eye contact— almost like you typically would. You peer at him, almost nervously because of it. Rick is usually the confident one. “Doesn’t always happen that fast,” he explains.

“Well before a month ago I didn’t know how to make myself come so I wouldn’t know,” you say with self-deprecating assurance. You had heard from the girls in town that it was easier to make men orgasm. You already had it in your head as something not to judge. You wonder how hard he must have been restraining himself the first time he placed himself inside you, or if it just happened to be easier for him that time around. “I didn’t expect I could do it or anything really. I thought it was…” you smile while giggling, “interesting.”

“A good interesting I hope.”

“Very,” you assure. “I liked it.” You kiss his cheek as you take some wipes that are by your night stand and you start cleaning him up. He doesn’t tell you that you don’t have to; he helps along with you.

“You sure you’ve never done any of this before?”

You shake your head. “I just read fiction books.”

He smiles to himself, a quiet snort of laughter leaving his nose. You always surprise him.

When you two are done cleaning, he puts his boxers back on. Quickly, he is on the bed again and starts to kissing you. Rick holds your shoulder and pushes you down. Finally, it’s time for his redemption, he feels. It was your turn to be pleasured. Just like he wanted to do from the beginning.

Rick kisses down your neck to your collarbone, and the parts of your exposed chest and he pushes your dress up past your hips. His lips move back up to yours, kissing you more before saying, “I really wanna show you something sweetheart.” He presses his thumb into your clit over your underwear. “Can I kiss you down there? Have you ever had that before?”

You shake your head slowly, eyes wide. “I-” you start nodding your head, “-I would really like that.” And in such a small voice you add, “Please.”

Rick kisses your cheek. Deep and softly he breathlessly tells you, “I would love to.”

Rick moves his head lower and gives you slow kisses over your underwear from your mound to the end of your lips. He starts to drag your panties over your legs and once they’re gone he kisses up your thighs. Then his nose rubs and sways ever so lightly on your lips. He breathes in and it makes you shutter. Your heart is going crazy again. Finally, he licks upward. One long and languid stripe ending with a kiss to your clit and then he truly begins.

Tongues are wet and sticky and everything you ever dreamed of. Your eyes roll back instantly from that first lick and kiss. You remember a time when you started touching yourself that you used to never think of receiving oral. You thought it was scary, nasty, that you wouldn’t like it until the moment you thought about it as a million kisses on your most sensitive lips, or someone liking you so much that they’d get drenched by your wetness just to touch you, to taste you. After that, you thought about it all the time and now it was finally happening– someone needing you so much they just had to know what you taste like. Here he was: kissing, licking, sucking, not caring about how he looks but only how you feel— you now knew what it was like to be desired.

Rick presses his tongue flat on your clit, rubbing deep circles. His eyes are open, looking up at how your mouth opens wider and wider. You let out little whimpers, enamored by his tongue, still deciding if you like the scratch of his beard, but your eyes stay glued to the ceiling, scared to look at the scene below.

He gives you kitten licks in between speaking, “Look down. Don’t miss your first time.”

Your eyes go down slowly, watching as he gives open mouth kisses to your clit and right lip, tilting his head. He stays there for a moment, hearing your short and breathy pants, kissing and licking your clit and lower lips like they were the ones above your chin. His eye contact sends bursts of sticky wet fluid down your hole and you release a whimpered moan, they’re always sp short and soft and high pitched. He can tell you like it but he can also see you’re nervous. You don’t trust yourself, you know it, and he’s starting to realize it too. You’re scared of completely letting go.

He peppers kisses to your clit before moving upward, his tongue rolling and mouth kissing from your lower stomach to your breasts till his face reaches yours again. “No one’s here,” he tells you. He then kisses your lips allowing you to taste yourself for the first time. “Relax,” he whispers, rolling out each syllable. He holds your chin with one hand while he inserts a finger into your hole with the other, his pointer is instantly drenched and you shudder at the feeling. His single calloused finger reminds you of the time he was last inside you. He pumps slowly, looking into your eyes as he speaks, “Don’t think about who could come downstairs.”

“What if Rosita or Daryl come back?”

“What if?” He says it so simply as if he’s ready for everyone to know. Truly, that would be an issue, but right now it was not about him and it was completely about you; he wanted to give. It was short-sighted, reckless, yes, but… you were just so pretty, so bright, so insightful, and he felt like he needed to make up for all the taking he did last time, of your first time. Rosita had went to run after Daryl, hopefully no one was here anyway. But again, he didn’t care. It didn’t matter. “Lay back,” he gently commands, “forget what I said before- close your eyes. Just give in to it. Like I’m the only one who's here.”

Rick licks zig zag stripes down your slit and then he decides to insert his tongue in your hole. He goes as deep as his tongue allows, collecting your wetness and trying to swallow it in moments when he turns back to kissing. He his nose is brushing and rubbing up against your clit as he sucks wetness from down below and you start letting out stringy moans you can’t control. Soft, pretty, and continuous, “uh, ah, uh, uh” that turn into “sorry, I’m sorry.” You’re still self-conscious about your own noises. This was still only the second time you’ve heard the sounds you make when someone else is fucking you.

But Rick shushes you. Giving small kisses to your clit as he looks up at you, seeing your scrunched eyes and open mouth. “I like knowing you like it, pretty girl. I like all those pretty sounds you’re making.”

Your pussy tightens around nothing at that phrase.

“Keep going. You don’t have to be shy.” He grabs your chin and you look down at him. His beard is wet. “We’ve already made a mess anyway.”

He starts kissing your labias, licking up wetness when you decide to ask, nervously, “Can you make sounds too?”

Instantly, Rick goes again to kiss your clit, humming into it as he sucks. Breathing against you he says, “Want me to tell you I like it, sweetheart?” His tongue slides down again, tongue reaching into your hole and he moans into your pussy.

Your back arches and you mewl, you could almost scream.

That’s it, he thinks. Rick keeps humming and groaning into you now. His voice is so seductive. “I love tasting your pussy, baby.”

You couldn’t breathe.

Rick starts rubbing your clit with his thumb and going fast with his tongue in your hole “My bright, pretty girl gonna come for me? Hm?”

“Oh, Rick, I want to. Please, Rick.”

Rick starts to go faster and your brain turns to mush. Only noises coming out and when he stops his tongue movements to say something more you push his head down. “Sorry,” you say. You’ve never been forceful before but he says nothing, just continues going down on you and taking his free hand to place it over his, gesturing that he wants your hands in his hair. You tug on his curls and he grunts into you. You start chanting his name and then he switches to placing his lips on your clit and putting two fingers in your pussy. It reminded you of the first time but instead of your three fingers they were two of his and it felt so much better than you ever knew before, better than you could ever do it yourself. It sets you off. Your eyes shut tighter if they could. “Rick! Oh my god,” you moan and then again and again and then you come.

Rick laps at your cunt, vigorously trying to wipe you clean. He makes it look like it will be the last and only time. It makes you worry but at the same time he looks so sexy like that; needy for you even after you finished.

He takes your wipes and cleans his lips before cleaning you up as you did for him. He kisses you thighs and your lips and your cheeks as he continues. “You did such a good job,” he says. “You always do.”

You’re filled with pride at that. “Thank you.” Then worry sets in. You realize how public you’ve made everything. “Did I just ruin your life?”

He laughs while caressing your thigh. That anxious expression of yours that he just got rid of returns after all the work he did.

“I’m gonna check downstairs. Okay? If they’re there, they’re there.” You nod. We already made a mess anyway, you remember him saying. “They might want to start the meeting when I go down so, whatever happens, happens alright? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Your eyes are still nervous, but it’s all too late anyway. “Okay,” you respond.

“Okay,” he says back, kissing you once more. As he dresses himself again, he tells you, “I promise I won’t wait two weeks to see you again.”

“I’d like that.”

“Me too,” he says as a send off and goes into the bathroom to clean his face.

When he reaches the living room, there is no one. Rick is thankful but confused.

As he nears the coffee table there is a sheet of yellow lined legal pad with a talkie next to it.

Call when you’re done, it reads.

“Rosita?” He questions into the device. Who else could it have been, right?

He can almost hear the grin on her face. “They should start calling you Reckless Rick for all the agony you put these Alexandria girls through.” She pauses for dramatic effect. “There’s just something about that stupid hair cowboy accent, I guess.”

Before he can respond, telling her that it’s absurd to think of him as a playboy, that he was far from it, she continues:

“So, fucking my roommate? You’re glad Glenn and Maggie called everyone over to theirs instead. Hershel took his first steps while you were teaching someone else how to take theirs.”

She unpressed the button to suppress her laughter. “Just get over here,” she concludes, putting down the walkie and going back to meet the rest of the group with a perfect poker face. She tells everyone Rick will be here shortly.

Oh, Alexandria’s leader and her new little best friend who has been hearing the townswomen’s fantasies of him for years: Reckless Rick and his reckless romantic girl.

Rosita would give you so much shit for this when she gets home.

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i'm home | tbz lee sangyeon

» PAIRING: tbz lee sangyeon x gn!reader (please tell me if i made a mistake!) » TROPE/AU: established relationship au!, long-distance relationship au!, non-idol au! » GENRE: loving boyfriend sangyeon, very supportive sangyeon, fluffy fluff, bit of angst (ok, maybe more than a 'bit'), comfort comfort and...comfort » WORD COUNT: 4625 » ESTIMATED READING TIME: ~17 mins » WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!): mention of religion once, proofread once, workplace hardships navi/masterlist!! 🤍

i was a little bit nervous about posting this, especially since it was very rushed! sorry, i didn't plan this well 🥹 nothing came up till the last minute 😞 def didn't freak out or anything— 🤠 i'm gonna hype myself up and think this is fine considering i was racing against the clock (which i didn't manage to beat 😞) and have study to do (exams who? nov 9 who?).

but first of all to me: i know you rejected a lot of opportunities, drowned yourself in a lot of regrets, and i understand that planes are scary for you. i hope that you will find a reason soon to finally see the world like your younger self was dying to do. you were so close to doing it in july and i'm so proud of that first step. keep going, okay?

and! to you @winterchimez...i don't think there are any words needed. welcome home, soulmate! 🫂

Nothing will ever feel as much at home to you as Sangyeon could ever be.

You knew this the moment you told him about how you got the opportunity to work overseas. You remember when it felt like you were fighting endlessly with yourself. Around two years ago, after your weekly date, a loving kiss on your lips and the way Sangyeon would flash you that endearing smile, you thought that everything would be fine. You pushed, what you thought, to be a slim chance that you would be able to work overseas to the back of your mind. At first, you felt crushed about the video interview that you messed up, stuttering and using filler words while you internally scolded yourself for not preparing answers to simple job interview questions. Your head was overloaded with information between things to say and not to say, what would be the best answer and how to play your cards right. In the end, as soon as you pressed the red button on the video call interview, you reached out for your phone to call the first person on your call logs.

Sangyeon remembers that video call, the line of tears cascading down your cheeks as you vent your feelings out. He always waited for you to finish your sentences, nodding along to your words and giving affirming body language to show that he was actively following. Along your stream of words, you didn’t realise that Sangyeon stepped outside in the cold air, his phone at a new low angle and the lights from the buildings were the only reason why you were still able to see his smile across the screen.

“Wait…why are you outside? Where are you going?” You grabbed the new box of tissues from your bedside table, ripping the top part of the box with the dashed lines to help you retrieve a new paper instantly.

“Just grabbing some things.” Sangyeon leisurely answers, bringing the camera closer to his puckering lips, “I’m sure you did amazing, baby. Don’t worry too much, alright? And if you didn’t make it, then I’m sure God has other plans for you.”

You both continue talking over the phone, wiping your eyes, drinking a ton of water and burying yourself underneath the blanket as Sangyeon continues his little errand run. Soon enough, you finally understood why the phone was tilted upwards towards the sky and why Sangyeon didn’t show the things he bought—all the usual things that he would share with you during his random, night errand runs like this one.

It was when he finally brought the phone up to be in line with his face that you recognised the familiar street background that he was walking in. You gasped, throwing your blanket to the floor, and opening the door suddenly to face your parents who looked at you with shocked eyes. They couldn’t even voice out any of their thoughts because you were out the front door as fast as you exited your bedroom door.

Knowing well that you found out about his plan, Sangyeon made a final sprint for your house, the contents inside the plastic bag ruffles and his earphones your excited laughs and words fill his earphones, mixed in with some of your still sniffling sounds from the devastating earlier events.

That night wasn’t the first time that Sangyeon would run over to you with no notice or hesitation but Sangyeon had been going through a tough time with his personal life and you didn’t know that he would still be able to have such energy to take care of you. It’s a miracle that you were able to still go on dates that these days would be impossible to plan. That night was a reminder to you, especially with the way that he lowered his lower body down, wrapped his arms around your waist, and lifted you as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, that you really love your boyfriend and that he has always been your number one supporter.

In his arms, with some final tears that Sangyeon wiped away delicately from your still-red cheeks, you were sure that everything would be fine.

Your tears started because you were stressed but it ended with comfort.

But you got another huge headache about a week later when you got the final results of the interview. It could be the acceptance letter (that you were still sure you weren’t going to get), but you knew that you needed to at least open it, read it and accept whatever result it was to move on with your life. So, you tapped on the notification without much thought and you will forever remember this sentence: We look forward to working with you. You froze then and there, your jaw open in disbelief and your fingers went back to the main email page, pulling the inbox page down to refresh the screen. Lo and behold, you were faced with a challenge that you didn’t bother to think about.

You sprint to Sangyeon’s house as soon as the reality sinks into you. Once again, you left your parent’s house after breaking the news to the owners before leaving. Usually, you would have never been able to run that fast and long without a break. The adrenaline and anxiety took over your whole body, and you let your legs guide you to your boyfriend’s house.

Sangyeon welcomed the news with open arms, his feet adorably tapping on the spot and a deep, soft kiss on your lips that still held his radiant smile. But unlike him, you could only stand at your spot in front of his house and give him a reluctant smile. To this, his smile drops and so did the arms that were in the air a moment ago to celebrate this new journey of yours. The vertical lines between his eyebrows made itself evident and you could only respond with a series of head-shaking and quivering lips.

“Hey…” He cradles the back of your head with one hand, the other on your cheek as he steps forwards towards you, “What’s wrong? You’ve always wanted this.”

Your arms surrounded Sangyeon’s lower body tightly, taking a handful of his sweater and your cold nose slowly became warmer thanks to his body temperature, “I know. But now that it’s happening, I’m having second thoughts.”

He continues to dig further into your thoughts, wanting to understand your feelings more and why you were having second thoughts about something you worked so hard for, “Do you want to elaborate further now? Or do you want to come inside first?”

“If I say the latter, will you cuddle with me?”

This is the you that he knows: the one that would always wish for a kiss, then a cuddle and then another kiss. You lift your face from his chest, increasing the distance between you both slightly. Sangyeon sees the sparkle in your eyes and the slight pout on your lips when you look up at him with a silent plea for a positive answer to your question.

Who was he to refuse and break your heart like that?

Plus…he wanted to cuddle with you as much as you did.

And so with the support of your loving family, chaotic friends and encouraging boyfriend, you packed up, headed onto the new country alone and started a new, independent life. Thankfully, you were able to find a place close to your workplace and the foreign place became your home quickly with your three kind housemates. Splitting the chores around the house, cooking, and establishing times to use the washing machine was never a problem. Living in the same house made it easier for you all to spend some time and get to know each other better, leading to routine Friday nights to be spent with each other, going on road trips and eventually overseas trips.

Your workplace has been rewarding as you found the same good qualities of your housemates in most of your co-workers. From day one, everyone has welcomed you to their lives with open arms and you knew for sure that these people wouldn’t be the reason that you would ever have to leave to go back home.

“It’s just so unfair.” It was the company, the workplace and the conditions that they put you in. The logic didn’t make sense: the place was understaffed yet they won’t hire any new people. Of course, there were many underlying factors around it, but after being so overworked, adapting to the new culture, being homesick and, your body trying its best to adjust to the new season changes that you would never have to deal with back home, it was inevitable that you were going to break down soon, “Why? Just why do they have to do that?”

“I’m so sorry you’re going through that.” Oh how much Sangyeon just wanted to jump out of the screen and hug you tight. When was the last time he ever got to do that anyway? He missed having you in his reach—his favourite love language not being able to be expressed for about half a year now, “Hang in there, baby. I know you can do this. Stay strong, hm?”

Through your blurred vision, you could still make out his sorrowful smile, his hand that just hovers the top of the camera on his phone as if to recreate the feeling that he was touching the side of your head.

Perhaps, the worst part of being away from home is your inability to ever interact with them in real-time. The time difference made it too exhausting for everyone on the other side of the world to communicate with you properly. Sure, there were rare days when they could, but the way their moon would rise when the sun said its greetings here made you swallow down your tears at night, forcing you to reassure yourself that ‘everything is going to be fine.’ Because of this, it was a routine for you to drown in your thoughts throughout the day, waking up with a heavy head and heart from the previous nights as you plaster on a weak but still genuine smile when you greet your coworkers.

With the help of your housemates, your family and Sangyeon have managed to surprise you on both of your birthdays as well as some gaps between their schedules. Those memories would be the ones you would replay in your head as you cry your heart out in the middle of the bed that’s in the middle of the room, in the middle of the night.

Other than the visits and calls, the only things that would connect you to them are the daily pictures and videos. At the very least, they captured the lives of the ones you love back home. Unlike the memories that you could only see and keep for yourself, the physical evidence of their smiles is another big source of comfort for you, especially when all you wanted during your lonely walk home was just life updates from the people that you love most. Somewhere along the way though, the pictures and videos became too much for you, and you start to imagine what the picture would be like if you filled up the negative space within it.

How would it be like to share that laughter, smile and experience of the atmosphere that the picture manages to capture? What was the air around there like? Humid? Cold? Warm? Aromatic? Or maybe perhaps, would you have been too entranced by Sangyeon’s presence that the only thing you could smell was his signature perfume mixed in with his laundry detergent?

How would it feel just to have Sangyeon’s shoulder pressed up against yours whenever he has that habit of putting an arm around your back to grab the opposite side of your waist? To have his bigger hand securely intertwine with yours? To have him press a kiss on the side of your head after he whispers ‘I love you forever’ to your ears—knowing well that you were the only one in the world that he would ever confess that phrase intimately to.

How would it feel like to just have the familiar buildings of your neighbourhood, your city and the familiar murals or paintings in your life again? Would it be more comforting than the pictures of the same scenery on your phone? Would your heart be more at ease walking in the night even if all the lights were off or there were no signs of life?

As an answer to your thoughts, after two years of learning, gaining life experiences and missing the air of your home, you bravely decided not to pick up the pen on the table and sign your initials on the new contract paper.

You decided: I’m going home.

It’s been a really wild ride. A ride that you would never exchange for anything else. For one, you made friends from the other side of the world. Friends that you knew you could always hit up and visit if you ever come back. Two, it was real when people say that ‘the distance makes the heart grow fonder’. Sangyeon has always been the boyfriend who would cry and carry his burden alone but would always welcome your hardships into his life. Before, even though you could pick up some of the signs on some occasions, the limited video calls allowed you both to pour your feelings out, exchanging confessions and true thoughts. Had you not been across the world, you were confident that Sangyeon would step out of his shell eventually but you were thankful that the distance did its job healthily and your relationship with him strengthened with the tears and chuckles that he showed.

When the time came and you finished training the new worker who would soon be taking your place in the company, you did your final preparations before stepping out of the house that sheltered you for two years. Final goodbyes, tears being shed, words of affirmation and promises for occasional updates were made before you drove off to the airport. Rolling down the car window, you twist your upper body to face the back of the car, your hand waving up in the air.

The ride to the airport is bittersweet. You put your phone down after texting Sangyeon that you would call him when you pass through security. All you wanted to do at this moment was to look out the windows and take in the colours of the journey, half-scared that the scenery might turn monochrome soon if you didn’t pay close attention.

Keeping your promise, you connected your earphones and turned on your camera to be faced with Sangyeon leisurely lying in bed, one hand on the back of his head on the headboard, blinking his eyes to fight the sleep from his system.

“You should sleep.”

Sangyeon shakes his head, straightening his back and sitting up. He takes a deep breath, his chest expanding in volume as he does so, “You only have a few minutes before you have to go anyway. I can stay awake and accompany you.”

“You’re the best, you know that?”

Thankfully, you found a seat for yourself in the busy atmosphere. You place your backpack on the floor in front of you between your legs, being mindful of the other passengers in the busy airport who most probably had a long day before this, now having to spend overnight in a metal column.

“Love that hoodie on you. Where’d you get it?” Sangyeon wiggles his eyebrows playfully and you roll your eyes, “Good to know that you didn’t leave it behind.”

“I would be crazy to leave this behind.” You pull on the strings of the hoodie, fastening the circumference of the hood around the outline of your face, pouting cutely to your boyfriend who just laughs at you fondly.

“Can’t wait to hold you.” That sentence holds so many meanings and tugged on your heartstrings so much. It hurt for a bit to hear him say that, especially when his voice sounded so tired, “I love you so much.”

“I love you so much.” You whisper to the microphone, holding the tears that you didn’t want to show to your friends throughout the whole week, “I miss you so much. I can’t wait to go on physical, real-life dates again.”

“A few more hours.” He reminds the both of you, holding on just a little bit longer, “Everything will sort itself out then.”

That’s right.

A few more hours until you will both be able to be in the same space again. Just a little bit more before you’ll be able to steal a kiss from his lips whenever and wherever.

You can’t wait to be back in the comfort of your bed, saying ‘goodnight’ to your parents and slipping out of your windows shortly after to meet Sangyeon at the convenience store.

You can’t wait to spend some time with his mum—who he gets very jealous of sometimes—and steal more childhood, baby pictures of him. Along with that, you can’t wait for his mum to let you sneak into his room to steal some of his clothes.

You can’t wait to see his blushing face as he freezes between the doorframe when his eyes land on how his sleeves would completely cover your arms, and your thighs and expose a little bit of your shoulders.

You can’t wait for him to scoop you up in his strong arms, eliciting your series of squeals and giggles that he has fallen deeply in love with.

You can’t wait for him to tuck you in bed, pulling his blanket up to your chin. He would then frame his larger body over yours throughout the night, making you sleep deeper and better. But your night, wouldn’t be complete until you delicately kiss him on his chin, cheek and lips. His night wouldn’t be complete either until he kissed your forehead, nose and lips, taking his sweet time on the last body part.

Most importantly, the night wouldn’t be complete overall until your lips part each other and exchange ‘I love you’s.

As soon as you landed, the adrenaline of finally being in the same country, the same land, the same building knocked out the jetlag and you were suddenly wide awake. You felt a bit bad for the bottom of the seat in front of you and your backpack which was violently ripped out from its peace, but you would like to think that they would understand your sudden burst of energy. You race and slip yourself between the bodies of people who were most probably confused and amazed by how much your eyes were darting around the conveyor belt so quickly, trying to find your check-in baggage—but you didn’t care.

You care about is Lee Sangyeon.

Now, you passed through every security check, every random bag inspection, opening and relocking up all your luggage again one by one, your patience running out by the minute.

But it’s okay.

Because now, only one glass door stands in the way between you and all the people waiting on the other side.

You watch from the distance as the automatic door opens and closes through other passengers. You were even able to catch a glimpse of some of your fellow flight passengers who spotted their loved ones immediately in the crowd, their hands releasing the handle brake of their trolley when they rushed into the crowd. Their loved ones cry and gasp at the presence that they have been so desperate for, their bodies swaying side to side to keep some of their emotions regulated in public.

Oh, how you know you wouldn’t be able to hold in your tears.

Exhaling and inhaling a couple more times, your hands grip the handle of your trolley, doing a final baggage check that everything is securely held in place and that you didn’t leave anything. Finally, you push the handle to release the brake and you start to walk over to the translucent glass doors.

Time didn’t slow down.

It just felt still.

It didn’t stop though—it just felt still.

You could hear your heartbeat through your ears, your palms were sweating in nervousness and you could barely feel the ground that you were walking on with every step of your feet. The gush of wind pushes your hair back dramatically and your eyes water at the cooler air from the other side of the door. Metal barricades separate the arriving passengers from the crowd from both sides of your body and you force your teared-up eyes to carefully scan through the rows of the crowds and the signs that they held up. Your back straightens to accommodate your eyes’ effort in addition to your lips that move in the shape of the name of the person you miss the most. Unfamiliar faces fill your visual field and your feet finally take you to the end of the barricade, heart feeling heavy at the unsuccessful event to pick out anyone in the crowd that you know.

But then…

“Found you.”

His appearance explains why you were unable to quickly pick him out from the crowd if you didn’t focus on detail. Sangyeon grins at your shocked facial expression, watching your eyes slowly lift from the bouquet in his hands to the freshly black dye on his hair.

“Y-You—”

“What do you think?” His pointer and thumb raise to twirl a bit of his hair, his eyes still on you, “You always said that I would look good with black hair.”

“Good?” Oh, he knew what kind of effect this is having on you and he’s having fun with this, “Sangyeon, you—”

His facial expression softens straightaway when the tears that you’ve been holding for so long finally drop to the ground and he strides forwards immediately as soon as he catches a glimpse of your quivering lips. Forget about the flowers, forget about the people around you, forget about how you were standing in the middle of the walkway. He sets his ‘welcome back’ gifts on top of your things, swiftly wrapping an arm behind your shoulders while the other one cups your cheeks.

Sangyeon held your shaking body against his tightly, and it was good that he did, otherwise, you would surely be on the floor. You relished in the scent that you missed the most, purposely taking in deep breaths to ground yourself back to the present. The boy smiles at the realisation, letting your free cheek cutely rest on his chest. He hushes you softly, the swiping motion of his thumb on your cheek giving you a physical reminder of his presence—a reminder that he is with you at this very moment. Multiple kisses were pressed on your forehead in an attempt to calm you down and responded with a whimper as you tried to form words.

“It’s okay.” It really is, “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Your body responded to his affirmation, your arms finally wrapping around his waist, the tips of his fingers just barely intertwining behind his back. Your palms lay flat on his smooth leather jacket and your ragged breathing found a stable pace once again. The increased oxygen in your blood allows you to finally feel Sangyeon’s plump lips on your forehead and the blush begins to form across your cheekbones.

“You’re really here.”

“I am.” You feel the way his chest vibrates at his deep chuckle.

That’s all he said and it’s way more than enough. Eyes closed, in Sangyeon’s embrace, his familiar scent, his lips hovering on your eyelids to press kisses there—everything is starting to feel like home.

“You look handsome.” For the first time since you arrived, you finally look at this new hair colour properly. Your eyebrows furrow, almost a look of dissatisfaction and disapproval, “Too handsome.” This time, one of your eyebrows raised at the way he responded with a teasing smile, “How many people asked you out already?”

“Honestly,” He starts to act, tightly closing his eyes as if to think very hard. He prolonged his hum with the way you glared at him cutely, wanting to tease you for longer, “quite a lot.”

The answer made you scoff, tilting your head away and you started to pull away from his embrace. Sangyeon didn’t let you walk away fully though for he pulled you right back to his body. Your hands attempt to stabilise your body the sudden act by resting on the curves of Sangyeon’s shoulders. The playful look in his eyes disappears and the extra layer of moisture shows itself—it tells you that he has been waiting for the only person to ever see his tears to be within his arms again. Both his hands rest on your waist and your own eyes search for the emotions behind his, a hand wiping his lower eyelid. That act makes a tear fall before another one falls and it soon becomes a fountain of emotions for the older male.

“I missed you. So much.” The way that Sangyeon puts so much emphasis on the second and fourth words sent chills down your spine.

Your hand on his shoulder slides upwards to cup his face, the other downwards to do the same on the other side. With all the strength you have left in your legs, you put your weight on your toes, fluttering your eyelids close and lifting your body to press a longing kiss to his lips. You tasted his tears on the curves on his lips, but knowing well that it stemmed from love, made your heart slowly start to heal. Sangyeon reciprocates immediately, travelling his hands to the side curves of your body, stopping at your neck, gently tilting your face upwards to deepen the kiss. The kiss sweetly alternates with his own hugging your bottom lips, pulling away for oxygen, a little ‘I love you’ and diving back in to hug your upper lips.

This is what home feels like.

It’s not some building or some land that could be pointed out on a map. It’s not necessarily the photos and videos that you received, even though they comforted you on cold nights. It’s not necessarily the rushed talks and recounts of your lives because the second hand on the clock mocked the little time you would always have, even though you were thankful that you had that small gap to do so.

It’s actually experiencing all of the above, going through all those trials, all those confusing emotions, and still feeling love and support. It’s being able to just walk with defeat over the day’s work but as soon as you arrive back home, the feeling either washes away or you’re able to just vent it and cry it out.

With the right people, you were able to let these experiences turn into lessons and precious memories—similar to how there are specific bricks to build the proper structure of a house. As those experiences build, so does the clear image and structure of a house. Sure, houses break down due to inside and outside factors but when it does, you’re confident that you can work it out and make it stronger.

With those thoughts in mind, the corner of your lips tugged upwards and no words were needed for Sangyeon to know that the smile wasn’t mischievous, teasing or playful.

It’s one full of relief and happiness.

“Welcome home.” Sangyeon changes his words between your kisses.

You hum, waiting for the next time he pulls away to give a proper response.

“I’m home.”

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astrocafecoffee · 1 month ago

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Astro observation (part six ) - spouse edition 💗

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Note: In the case of groom/ briede pc , if you are interested in men then check groom pc but if women then briede pc.

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♥️ Groom/Briede sextile/trine Venus in natal chart- your fs could awaken undeniable magnetism within you , especially in social or romantic contexts. Your fs might bring out your most charismatic and charming self which will make you feel more attractive and drawing people to you, whether it's through your energy, your presence or your aura.

♥️ Groom/ Briede sextile/ trine Chiron in natal chart -

This is a unique love. It may feel like a journey of awakening and transformation. Your fs may encourage you to see love as an evolving process, not something static or confined to traditional views of romantic relationships. This could open your eyes to a new type of connection which is based on mutual healing, growth and a deeper understanding of love that is not only nurturing but also freeing.

♥️ I have seen individuals who have groom or briede opposite northnode in natal chart may face many hardships in loves before committing to their fs.

♥️ union in 6th house in your natal chart - a spiritual union with your fs. The ambience of your wedding day will be very magnetic. A spiritual union between two souls. I think you married them in the past lives too. (12th house union in derivative astrology).

♥️ Uranus opposite union asteroid in natal chart- could meet your fs through social media or after meeting them face to face you guys could connect with social media because of long distance. This placement could also indicate unpredictable relationship. People are confused how you guys meet or how this relationship works with your fs. Maybe a huge age gap, social status differences etc.

♥️ Briede opposite fama in natal chart - if you are popular/ or in the public eye in some way or if your spouse is a public figure then it can create some obstacles between your relationships. You could feel like people are constantly meddling between you guys and gossiping about you. You might want privacy but people are getting on your nerves. All the best guys 🥲.

♥️ Jupiter in 7th house in natal chart - everytime I feel so excited after seeing this placement in someone's chart. This is ideal placement for marriage and relationships. Jupiter is expansion. The relationship with your fs will be very comforting, nurturing, you will feel like this relationship changes you for better. You feel safe in their arms.

♥️ Europa in 11th house in groom/briede/juno pc - your fs could be very popular among their community or friends. In a bigger sense They could be a public figure/ social media influencer. If it's in leo then the chances of them being a famous personality is prominent.

♥️ if you have part of fortune conjunct groom in fama persona chart then there's high chance your fs might be a famous figure or even a celebrity.

♥️ Venus opposite descendant in groom pc/juno pc - your fs might feel a sense of tension between what they desire in a relationship and what they actually need for emotional balance. There could be dissatisfaction in commited partnerships if they feel they are not getting the romantic satisfaction they crave.

♥️ union conjunct Ceres in groom pc/juno pc - the initial meeting with your fs may feel like you've found someone who instinctively understands how to nurture and support you , possibly offering you a sense of emotional safety you haven't experienced before.

♥️ Groom opposite saturn in groom/ briede or juno pc - your fs might have a tendency to hold back emotionally, especially when it comes to showing affection or vulnerability. There might be a sense that they need to feel secure before fully opening up. They may appear more reserved or distant when you first meet, possibly taking time to fully commit or express their feelings. This could require patience and effort on both sides.

♥️ Asteroid spirit(37452) in Scorpio/ in 8th house/ in 12th house/ in Pisces in groom/ briede/ juno pc could mean your fs has ability to talk to spirits. They can feel spirits around them. Possibly they have interests in occult/ witchy things. Also spirits might talk to them in their dreams quite often.

♥️ Telephus (5264) in 3rd house/in Gemini of Groom/ Briede / juno pc could mean they could read others mind very well. They possess strong intuition.

♥️ if Telephus(5264) is in 12th house/in Pisces of Groom/ briede/ juno pc they this can indicate that you and your future spouse is already connected in the 5D realm. You might not aware of this very well but there's a constant telepathic connection is going on between you two.

♥️ Pintar( 33103) in 5th house/ in leo in groom / briede / juno pc could mean they are an excellent painter ( hobby or career). In general this could also mean they possess artistic qualities. If this conjunct sun then this could be their way of expressing themself.

♥️ Biblialexa (51895) in Gemini/ 3rd house in groom / briede / juno pc could mean they love to read books. Could be a bookworm lol. They could also be a writer. Check if 10th ruler conjunct this asteroid or if it's in 10th house then this could be their career as well. This could also indicate they could be some sort of teacher.

♥️ cook (3061) in 4th house/ 2nd house/ 6th house or in Virgo, Taurus, cancer in groom/ briede/ juno pc then this could mean they are very good cook. If this asteroid conjunct moon / mercury then the same meaning. They have a knack to try different cuisines.

♥️ moon opposite juno in groom/ briede/ juno pc could mean your fs is emotionally invested and nurturing but struggles with finding the balance between intimacy and commitment. There may be moments where he/she feels emotionally disconnected from his/her relationship expectations especially in long-term commitments. They need to work on this. But don't worry if they work on this your relationship will be fulfilling. Try to help them in this matter as well.

♥️ Uranus 5th house in groom/ briede/ juno pc could mean unexpected pregnancy or it could also be possible that you might become pregnant fast after marriage.

♥️ Venus conjunct Jupiter is one of the best aspect to have in your groom / briede/ juno pc. This indicates happy and fulfilling union. Your fs is that type of person who always see the best in others. This is very fortunate aspect.

♥️ makhaon (3063) in 6th house/in Virgo/conjunct 10th ruler in groom pc/ briede pc/ juno pc could mean your fs could work in healing/ medicine industry.

Or in general people comes to them for emotional support often. They are that friend when you need someones shoulder to cry they are always there for you. Also whatever work they do in a professional sense that can bring healing to others in some way.

♥️ makhaon (3063) in 12th house/ in Pisces in groom/ briede/ juno pc could mean they are into occult/ mysticism. They are into spiritual healing. Also they could be a great psychologist/ psychiatrist.

♥️ Asteroid Thalia(23) in leo / gemini/ Sagittarius or in 5th house or 3rd house in groom/ Briede/ juno pc then this could mean they are very witty, playful, possess comedian abilities and have a very good sense of humor. You will never feel bored with them. It will be like they are cracking jokes every minute and also they could be love to tease you alot.

♥️ Casanova(7328) conjunct union in groom / briede / juno pc could mean your fs will flirt with you alot upon the first metting. Hmm they have courage tho 🥲.

♥️ Casanova(7328)in 5th house/7th house or in Libra/gemini/leo / Aries in groom pc/ briede/ juno pc could mean they flirts with you alot every day. They are very bold, romantic and a passionate lover. They will tease you alot. If it conjunct Venus then it will be their love language.

Thanks for reading 💓

- PIKO 💖

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Astrology Theory: Union Composite Chart

This theory is based on the Union Asteroid (1585). When adding two people Union PC together as a Composite, you'll get a Composite of your Union Persona Charts. It's a theory that may show how you will meet. Theory tested on couples. To do it, you need to take your Union PC's date + timing, apply it as a date data on Astrodienst, do the same thing with your person's Union PC. Then take both of those datas and apply it with Composite Chart.

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༘⋆✮⋆ Sun 11H could mean meeting on social media, online, on some apps, or just related to technologies. Could also be related to meeting because of friends.

༘⋆✮⋆ Sun 6H can be a sign of meeting at work, during your both daily routine, something related to health as well. You could meet one day casually.

༘⋆✮⋆ Sun Scorpio 5H can be a sign of meeting and have a big crush on each other, but you could keep it for years.

༘⋆✮⋆ Sun Libra 6H could mean you are each other's work crush, you could also have a sort of love at first sight, be interested in each other romantically right away.

༘⋆✮⋆ Sun Scorpio 11H could mean you could meet through private DM, private message online.

༘⋆✮⋆ Sun conjunct Mercury could mean you could meet online, somewhere people talk a lot, a sociable place, you could also talk a lot when you meet, laugh, exchange ideas, etc.

༘⋆✮⋆ Sun Libra 8H could mean you could meet and have a big secret crush on each other, cheating COULD be involved.

༘⋆✮⋆ Saturn 12H means there can be distance or long term hardships after meeting. It can take a long time for your two to be together.

༘⋆✮⋆ Moon 1H can mean you can see each other as very sweet, you can feel quite comfortable when you first encounter, you can also feel like you are at home with each other. You can feel safe together when you first encounter.

༘⋆✮⋆ Venus 12H could mean you'll have feelings for each other but keep them hidden for a reason. Not wanting to show you love each other/ have a crush on each other.

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༘⋆✮⋆ Mercury 6H means you'll speak daily after meeting each other.

༘⋆✮⋆ Neptune 7H COULD be an indicator of cheating.

༘⋆✮⋆ Chiron 7H means there will be hardships coming together as a couple.

༘⋆✮⋆ Jupiter 8H could mean you could officially get together in secret, very intimate.

༘⋆✮⋆ Jupiter 11H could mean you could get together while still talking online, you could have along distance relationship and mostly text and call.

༘⋆✮⋆ Jupiter conjunct Uranus could mean you could mean you could end up together in the most unexpected way.

༘⋆✮⋆ Jupiter conjunct Neptune could mean not seeing how you'll be together, or not seeing right away you'll end up together.

༘⋆✮⋆ Jupiter 10H could mean getting together as directly something more serious, such as proposing.

༘⋆✮⋆ Uranus 1H means how you see each other will eventually change from the first time you meet to after you meet.

༘⋆✮⋆ Neptune 1H could mean you could have prejudices about each other when you meet.

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hoonieyun · 1 month ago

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letter from: heeseung ⋆｡˚❆˚ ｡⋆

you're my wishlist, looking at you got me thinking of christmas. snowflakes in my stomach when we're kissing and when you're coming down the chimney, oh it feels so good... -sabrina carpenter "a nonsense christmas"

pairing: lee heeseung x reader

genre: romance/fluff - a BIT of angst - idol!heeseung - long distance relationship

warnings: suggestive, kissing, profanity, and overall 18+ (not proofread lol)

summary: heeseung comes home for the holidays

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You didn’t think you could fall in love with Heeseung anymore than you already did but as you smiled at your phone while looking at the photo of Heeseung holding a duck shaped snowball, you couldn’t help but miss him even more.

As you were going to continue smiling at the handsome photo of Heeseung, you’re interrupted when Heeseung’s contact photo appears on your screen, indicating that he was calling you at the moment. You quickly accept the call and soon enough, Heeseung’s handsome face that you were just staring at appears, he’s bundled up in warm clothes and a scarf so big that it almost covers half of his face.

“Hi, baby! How are you?” Heeseung asks, flashing his classic smile that never failed to make you swoon. “I was literally just looking at the photo you just posted!” you tell him with a laugh.

“Wow, you love me huh?” Heeseung teases and you roll your eyes in response, smiling at him regardless of his teasing. The two of you briefly catch up on your days and what you have planned for the week. Heeseung was currently in a car on his way to schedules you assumed and you were in bed, cozied up in a large knit blanket and a hoodie of Heeseung’s that he had left for you.

Dating someone who is constantly in the public eye and famous doesn’t come easy, but as you face hardships it only makes the sweet and tender moments even more worth it. You and Heeseung have been dating for 2 years now, going on 3 this upcoming Christmas and the only thing you could wish for is that he would come home for the holidays, but with Christmas arriving in the next 24 hours; it was highly unlikely that would happen.

“What’s on your mind, pretty?” Heeseung asks, bringing you out of your thoughts. You hadn’t realized that you were spacing out, “Oh! Nothing, babe. Was just thinkning about how fun Christmas will be tomorrow. Wish you were here!” you say, a slight pout at the end. Heeseung’s eyes soften at your words, he wished he could spoil the surprise but he knows waiting will be worth it. “I know, my love. I want to be with you more than anything in the world right now.” Heeseung says.

“But your Christmas present should arrive tomorrow!” he continues. “You didn’t have to get me anything!” you ask, pouting even more but knowing Heeseung was always one to spoil you. “Alright, I’ve gotta go, my love. Merry Christmas, love you. I’ll talk to you soon.” Heeseung says and you bid him goodbye but not before blowing him a kiss through the phone and Heeseung catching it in his hand in response. The two of you laugh at the interaction before ending the call, a sigh leaving your lips as you spend yet another Christmas without the love of your life.

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Heeseung sighs as you end the call and a smile spreads on his face. You had no idea about his Christmas gift for you and although he felt guilty for leading you on a bit, he knew it was going to be worth it in the end.

“Is she off the phone?” his manager asks and Heeseung hums in response. His manager tells him that they’re almost at the airport and tells him to make sure he’s got his passport and boarding pass ready. Soon enough, they’re at the arrivals wing of the airport and Heeseung is making his way inside to catch his flight all the way to the love of his life, you.

Heeseung would arrive sometime on Christmas morning so he was excited to be able to surprise you. He had coordinated with your mom to make sure the surprise works, ensuring that your family holds the secret and doesn’t spoil it for you. Heeseung has been planning this surprise for the last few months and did everything he could to make sure that his company and managers would allow him and in all honesty; he was going to make it happen regardless.

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The next morning was filled with half joy and half yearning. You wished you could wake up and find Heeseung sleeping soundly next to you in bed but like every other day for the last year or so, you woke up in bed alone. Christmas morning should be filled with only joy so you weren’t going to let Heeseung’s absence overshadow your enjoyment of Christmas day with your family.

You spent a quick amount of time after getting out of bed to get ready. You were going to spend Christmas day at your mom’s house, as you usually did, and you wanted to put yourself together but not too much. Your mom had told you to wear holiday pajamas so you had gotten dressed in a red plaid pajama set. After getting dressed, you quickly packed your car with the presents you were bringing to your family and made your way to your mom’s home.

Pulling into her driveway, you were met with several cars that belonged to some of your relatives. Your mom suddenly runs out to greet you a Merry Christmas and after sharing a warm hug with her, she helps you bring everything inside so you could greet the rest of your family.

It was all smiles and warm hugs as you entered your childhood home and what sadness you had from Heeseung’s absence was soon filled with the joy brought by your relatives. You make your way to each family member, hugging and greeting them, when your sister asks, “Merry Christmas! No Heeseung again?” and although she meant no malice behind it, it left a bitter taste in your mouth as it was another reminder that you haven’t been able to spend Christmas with him for the last few years. You shook your head slightly and unbeknownst to you, there were side eyes and smiles exchanged from your relatives as you responded to the absence of your boyfriend.

The greetings were short lived as right after everyone began exchanging gifts and opening their presents. Several of the kids were cheering in joy as they opened their presents to see toys, stuffed animals, and clothes with cartoon characters you didn’t really recognize.

You smiled at all of the happy kids and glanced over at the older relatives who were thanking one another for their gifts, the presents being more of convenience for quality of life and a mixture of small personal presents that they knew each other would like. You opened several presents and thanked those that gave you one but although you didn’t want to be a debby downer, all you wanted was for Heeseung to be with you.

From the side, your mom was looking at you, watching you and trying to read your expression. It doesn’t take much for her to know that you were merely yearning for your lover and she couldn’t help but feel for her daughter and as much as she wanted to comfort you and spoil the surprise, she knew better than to do that. Knowing that the surprise would be worth it in the end.

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Heeseung ends the call with your mom excitedly just as you’re pulling up into the driveway. He tells her that he had just landed and as soon as he gets his bags, he’ll be on the way to your mom’s house to surprise you and give you the best present you’ve ever had on Christmas. He was so excited to see you and couldn’t wait to get you in his arms and never let go.

Your mom would occassionally send him updates on you, letting Heeseung know that you had arrived, what you were wearing, how you were feeling, and although he felt bad that you were a bit sad on Christmas, he knew that his presence would be the best present to make you feel better.

And after what felt like the longest drive of his life from the airport to your childhood home, Heeseung is pulling into the street and instructing the driver to drop him off a few houses down just to be sure you don’t see him coming.

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Your mom receives a text from Heeseung and she smiles at her phone, “YN, honey. Here, open this!” she says, handing you a gift bag that had a bright red bow on it. “Mom, you didn’t have to get me anything, but thank you.” you say, giving her a hug before opening it. You excitedly open the gift from your mom, being taken back to when you were a child and you’d be ecstatic opening presents from your mom.

You throw the glittery tissue paper to the side and pull out a white hoodie that was folded neatly but in a way that covers the front. You unravel the hoodie and a smile breaks out onto your face as a laugh erupts from your lips. You flip over the hoodie to show the rest of your family and they all laugh together, the hoodie has a photo of Heeseung as a baby and a santa hat is edited onto him. You thank your mom once more for the cute gift and although you still wish Heeseung was actually there, the hoodie itself helped a lot with how much you missed him.

You quickly put the hoodie on and at the same time, the doorbell rings. You look at your mom confused as you scan the room, all of your relatives that you knew were attending Christmas at your moms were already here so you weren’t completely sure who that could be.

“Are you expecting someone else, mom?” you ask and she merely just asks you to get the door. As you get up to open the door, you don’t notice that your relatives have sneakily pulled out their phones to record and were all biting back smiles and laughter as you approach the front door.

A surprise waiting for you.

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Heeseung’s heart is beating faster and faster as he walks up the short steps up to the front door and as he presses the button of the doorbell, it feels like time stops as the bell rings from the inside.

He swears he could hear his heartbeat louder than anything at this moment and he wasn’t completely sure what he would do as soon as he saw you. He had run through so many scenarios in his head on what he would do.

He thought about just randomly appearing in your moms house.

He thought about hiding inside of a comically large gift box and popping out.

But as he waited for you to answer the door, all he could think about was wrapping his arms around you and feeling the warmth of your love envelope the both of you.

Heeseung is brought out of his thoughts when the sound of the door unlocking and opening takes over the sound of his heart beating in his ears. The door slowly opened and there you were, standing behind the door, beautiful as ever, eyes wide and lips slightly parted as your eyes met one another.

“Merry Christmas, my love.” Heeseung says, flashing a smile you hadn’t seen in person in so long.

But before Heeseung could approach you with a hug, the door gets slammed in his face.

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“What the fuck..?” you say, turning around to look at your family to which you find them all laughing with their phones out recording your reaction. Your breathing was suddenly so fast and you couldn’t process what was happening.

How was Heeseung standing at your mom’s doorstep at this very moment?

You couldn’t even fully process what was happening before Heeseung was ringing the doorbell once again. You swing the door open and as Heeseung is about to say something, you jump into his arms with a hug and he catches you. Wrapping his arms around your waist as yours are around his neck. He’s softly rubbing your back while whispering comforting and loving words into your ear. All you could hear was the beating of your hearts together as he whispers into your ear.

“Merry Christmas, my love.” Heeseung says once again and this time you don’t slam the door in his face. You pull your face away from his neck to look at him, like you were making sure that he was actually there.

“How are you here right now- Actually, I don’t care.” you say as you tighten your hug and bury your face in his neck once again. Heeseung laughs at your reaction and brings the two of you inside. One of your cousins helping Heeseung bring his suitcase into the house.

He sits the two of you onto the couch and you situate yourself on his lap. Not even caring that this was way more PDA than you were usually comfortable with in front of your family but you couldn’t bring yourself to let go of Heeseung and neither could he.

You and Heeseung save your conversation for later, for now the two of you were just happy to be in each other’s arms as you celebrate the Holiday with him and your family. They’d occassionally ask him questions about his life as a KPOP Idol and each time you would shush them and each time Heeseung would gently pat your back to let you know it was okay.

That’s what you loved about Heeseung, he was always so accommadating and put so much effort into being a part of your family. You couldn’t help but just smile at him as he spoke with your family, they all got him something small but meaningful for Christmas and he soon passed out gifts he brought from Korea.

“Oh! Before I forget…” Heeseung says as he slightly shifts underneath you, removing his winter coat to unveil a similar white hoodie like the one your mom got you but he had a photo of you as a baby with the same santa hat photoshopped onto the photo. You burst out into laughted at his reveal and once again wrap your arms around him.

After a few hours and enjoying lunch together, your relatives leave your mom’s home with you and Heeseung leaving the very last; making sure to help your mom clean up before leaving, Heeseung’s idea that only made your heart swell with love even more.

The two of you bid farewell to your mom, giving her a hug and kiss before heading back to your apartment. Heeseung in tow behind you as you walk over to your car. Heeseung offers to drive and although he hasn’t been in your hometown for a few years, it seems like his memory of the route to your apartment had never left his mind.

You can’t help but stare at him as he’s driving and as cringe as it may seem, he had one hand on the wheel and his other was gently set on top of your thigh. The two of you spend the car ride singing to Christmas songs and laughing, enjoying the moment together and extending the moment into your apartment.

Once the two of you enter your apartment his hands are on you and your lips connect. Sharing a kiss that the two of you have waited for for what seems like eternity. The kiss was electric and it felt like the first time you two had ever kissed. At the airport when Heeseung had finally asked you to be his girlfriend right before his flight back to Korea.

The two of you spend the next few hours in your room, limbs tangled with one another, and your pillows and blankets thrown onto your bedroom floor.

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“I can’t believe you’re here right now… this is crazy.” you say as you lay your head on Heeseung’s chest while he softly plays with your hair. He explains to you how he made it happen and how he had been planning it for the last few months with the help of your mom.

“How long are you here for?” you ask, afraid of his answer but to your surprise and joy, Heeseung let’s you know that he’ll be there with you for New Years. He had to pull a lot of strings to be able to get a vacation away from the company for a week or so and with the help of his members, he was able to do just that.

“Remind me to thank the guys.” you say with a laugh. “What about me? I’m the one that made it happen…” Heeseung says with a fake pout and all you could do was give him a quick kiss on his pouty lips.

Christmas without Heeseung wasn’t easy, hell, life without Heeseung wasn’t easy and living so far from one another was the ultimate challenge to your relationship but somehow, through his busy schedule, he made it work.

His dedication to you was a true testament to his love and you couldn’t help but ponder on a future with Heeseung where the only distance between the two of you would be the length of the walk you’d have to go on as you make your way down the aisle. He was someone you could see forever with and you knew that he was the one for you, and so did he.

“What’s on your mind, pretty?” he asks and you sigh before answering. “Just thinking about how lucky I am to have gotten you as the person I’ll love for the rest of my life.”

“Rest of your life? Are you sure… I mean I know I’m a catch but forever's a… long time.” Heeseung teases and you merely just laugh and slap his chest in response. “Please, if anything, you’re stuck with ME.” you say, grabbing his arm and wrapping it around you tightly.

“And I wouldn’t want to be stuck with anyone else for the rest of my life.” Heeseung says, giving you a small kiss on your crown. “Thank you… this was the only thing I wanted for Christmas and just when I thought that I would go another Christmas without you… you’re here.” you say, a small tear falls from your eyes and Heeseung pulls you up to look at him, wiping your tears away.

“I know it’s hard not always being together but just know that I spend every hour of the day and night wanting nothing more to have you in my arms and to go home at the end of the day and to wake up the next day seeing your beautiful face.

Thank you, for being so patient with me and sticking by my side through everything.” Heeseung says and even though you had briefly stopped crying, you couldn’t help but cry even more at his loving words.

“Besides, maybe next time I’ll just fly you out to Korea.” he says and you laugh once again while wiping away your tears.

Heeseung was good at that, making you cry because of how much you loved him but also knowing how to comfort you at the same time. It’s like he knew you so well that he was more connected with your emotions than you were with your own.

“I love you, thank you for everything. You’re the best present I could ever ask for.” you say, giving him a kiss.

“I love you too. I couldn’t have asked for a better Christmas and way to enter the New Year than to spend it with you.” he says, once again pulling you into his arms for a hug.

A hug that you wish you never had to let go of.

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bluev0id · 6 months ago

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~ What's coming your way? ~

I'm bored at my friend's graduation ceremony, so here's a little reading! Pick one of the four combinations of stones ♡

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1. Green agate + iridescent seashells

If you've been feeling not like yourself or missing something in your life, you will experience a return of what was lost. Expect a wholesome time in nature or engaging in your cultural or family traditions. If you haven't had time for hobbies or enjoying time by yourself, it will be a wonderful period where you'll be able to create, daydream and have some relaxing self care time. Someone from the past might return and you'll be able to fix the broken. On the other side, if you've been experiencing injustice or a lack of order, this will be sorted out.

Keywords : bringing it back, the way it should be, sunshine, traditions, to belong

2. White seashell and opals

There's high expectations on you either from others or yourself. You will want to be on your grind, trying to have a breakthrough. I do sense that there will be a feeling of lack that will guide you through this experience, so make sure to exercise and let go that nagging feeling inside of you that's saying that you're not doing enough. Don't push yourself over the limit. You will be taking life seriously and desiring all the nice things. There might be a woman in your life who will play a major role during this time. Reflect on where your desires come from and what are the things in life that last and matter the most, because through that you’ll be able to reach the paradise you're seeking.

Keywords: lazy, not enough, money, status, a woman

3. Pearls

A period of melancholy is coming your way. You might find yourself crying over memories or enjoying late night walks, staring at the moon through the window before bed. But it's not sadness you'll feel. It's the knowing that life passes and you have to move on and that being alive, despite all the hardship, is beautiful. You will long for someone to be there for you is it a friend or a past/long distance lover, and I see them trying to support you as much as they can. You'll receive sudden kindness from strangers or close ones during this period of your life.

Keywords: love, goodbye, warmth, memories, church, mistakes

4. Red and white agate stones

Honestly, you are that bitch. And your friends love you. I see a period of confidence, support and power coming your way. Your friends or people around you will have your back if you're ready to stand up for them as well. You'll feel empowerment by realising your influence and won't be afraid to speak your mind. When you reply late, you'll have people wondering where you are and if everything is alright. Community and good communication. If you're currently lacking close relationships, then I sense a group of individuals entering your life and being on the same wave as you.

Keywords: shepherd, fuck the rest, parties, friends, pick me up when I'm down

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gluion · 6 months ago

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takes me back home ➵ leehan

leehan x reader

over the years, you’ve learned what it takes to build a home and lost it, but leehan brings back the familiar feeling you’ve longed for since you moved.

genre/warnings ➵ fluff, hurt/comfort, strangers to lovers, found family, little to no dialogue, constant discussions and descriptions of what a home is, an accident almost happens

word count ➵ 977 words

inspired by ➵ "takes me back home" by wasia project, that one scene in lovely runner

a/n ➵ my irl talked about how her perspective on relationships changed and how she could finally envision a future with her current s/o and i thought that was the sweetest thing to hear :') she won't see this but i'm glad she finds a home with her partner. if you enjoyed reading, please do reblog and leave feedback!

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the first time you understood what warmth is happened at the age of five, when you scraped your knee against the stone path in the park—no, not the warmth of a fire or colors under it, but the warmth of a hug. as you wailed over the pain, you remembered the arms that enveloped you in an embrace, their hand rubbing against your back to comfort you through the sting of betadine hitting against your wound.

the heat of the summer sun couldn’t compare to the comfort of the hug of your parent.

when you first learned the concept of safety happened at the age of seven, lost in the sea of people who traveled around the mall. you don’t forget the worry that took over your parents’ expressions; furrowed eyebrows and trembled lips as they spot you with tears streaming down your face. regardless of their scolding, you hear their relief in between the lines—we thank the universe for letting us find you.

safety never resounded as much as it did then.

it happened at the age of fourteen that you first heard of resilience. when school got harder and you were met with numbers that didn’t meet your standard, you didn’t know how to translate your efforts into results. countless nights were spent worrying about your unfolding future.

but it hit you on a tuesday night, the day you received your first failing mark, that you’ve only met a fraction of the troubles life has yet to bring towards you—you’ve only met a fraction of the troubles life has yet to bring towards you, and that’s beautiful for there is more to your existence than the numbers on your report card.

and on that same night, you learned about tenderness as your parents stuck with you through tears and blabbers of apologies for your failures. still, they only wanted to know what they could do to better support you.

then, you moved out of your childhood home at the age of eighteen, bidding farewell to a house filled with people who taught you everything that allowed you to continue on.

with the distance, you’ve grown familiar with loneliness—and you never knew how cold it was. how dangerous it almost feels trudging it all on your own. how vulnerable you are to every hardship. how callous every interaction feels.

you almost think you’ve lost your home, and you think it's selfish to miss it when all you do is for your parents who built your home and a foundation for your future. so with every night, you’d repeat endure until you grew numb.

but before you could put the last brick in its place, building an impenetrable wall, someone passed by, and you can’t help but halt the construction.

the first thing you encountered is his smile—it wasn’t even a smile directed to you, but it was one that lingered as he met your eyes for the first time. the thumping of your heartbeat filled your ears as heat rose to your cheeks, and you did your best to pretend the interaction never happened. until you heard someone clearing their throat, only to see that the boy continued to grin at you before telling you his name—leehan.

his smile, his voice, and his name; the same warm embrace at the age of five.

it happened on a random night when leehan tugged you back from crossing the street. you weren't thinking straight, clearly ridden by exhaustion from the nights spent studying, and your brain couldn't process the headlights coming from your side. his worried eyes accompanied his hands on your shoulders, assessing you for any damage or any sign to explain your inattentiveness.

he didn’t think twice about reaching out to your face, rubbing his thumb against the expanse of your cheek as he whispers, “what am i gonna do with you? are you okay? are you hurt? let’s bring you to the hospital.”

not a single scratch or worry; what a privilege it is to experience safety away from home.

but as expected, life never got easier as you grew older.

you were always met with defeat, struggling to make sense of the complex topics in a college you cried to get in. at one point, it started to look like you weren’t going to make it out alive.

it was easy for guilt to consume you, allowing you to drift away into the sea as you drowned. what type of child would you be if you couldn't receive a diploma that you worked hard for? a future that your parents shed blood, sweat, and tears for?

you didn’t bother to fling your hands out of the ocean, but leehan didn’t think twice to dive and pull you out.

leehan found you with tears spilling out of your eyes; it was the first time you ever allowed someone outside of your home to see you cry.

you thought the sight of you was repulsive—he’ll leave you for he isn’t obligated to care for you—and you think once more about the supposed impenetrable wall that still lacks one brick.

so, you reach out to it, ready to place it in its spot, until leehan grabs on it to stop you.

that night, leehan held you close, allowing you to sob into the crook of his neck, and he tells you to pour out all your worries into him—just because you learned to endure doesn't mean you need to go through it alone.

in the morning, you expected to be greeted by the empty side of the bed, meeting with loneliness once more.

instead, it’s leehan’s sleepy face that you wake up to, his quiet snores reaching your ears.

maybe home doesn’t have to be the childhood house that you left at the age of eighteen—it can be leehan if you allow him to be that for you.

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filmbyjy · 1 year ago

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HAMSTER HEESEUNG (2)

— main HYBRID masterlist

SUMMARY: how do you stop your heart beating erratically whenever heeseung stands close to you? should you even be letting him into your knowing your traumatic past with relationships.

WORD COUNT: 0.95K words

WARNINGS: mentions of past toxic relationship (the guy used to hurt you), shy shy heeseung

NOTE: AHHH this took too long🥲 this has been in my drafts since Feb 2023 so uhh yeah. the HYBRID series is still going to have slow updates as i am trying my best to write whenever i can. i believe my time will definitely be taken up more once i get my internship. hope you enjoyed this chapter though!!

after you had shortly left heeseung in the kitchen, you had turned on the air-conditioning. you could feel your heart racing quickly.

what should I do? plan? I should create a plan to make it seem like I am a good owner while somehow keeping distance with heeseung

“i think the water is overflowing." heeseung says. your eyes widened. you quickly ran to the kitchen and turned the fire off. the water simmering down as you let out a breath.

"i'm so sorry, i should have turn off the fire." heeseung's head drops. you sighed and went to touch his hair. your hands making contact with his ears. it twitches when you touched it.

"it's alright. i should have remembered to turn it off." the boy looks up at you and your heart drops when you noticed his glossy eyes. you instantly pulled him into a hug.

"hey, it's alright. it's not your fault."

"i just don't want to mess things up. i'm scared that you might not want me anymore." he sniffles. you ran your hand up and down his back to calm him down and you could feel him loosen up and finally wrap his arms around your waist.

"i'm not going to leave you, heeseung." you whisper. heeseung hides his face further into your neck and you blushed.

okay maybe there was no way out of this so you guess this was the only route to follow. you were going to allow heeseung into your heart.

"really?" he says.

"of course."

“thank you. you’re the first owner to say that.” heeseung mumbles quietly.

how dare those people…

“those people don’t deserve you. you’re strong for having to go through all the hardships.”

“t-thank you.” he says.

as you placed heeseung at arm’s length, you noticed the stray tears that fell onto his cheeks. you had reached up and wiped them away.

“I’ll be your guardian from now on. I’ll protect you and give you the love you deserve after all those horrible years.”

heeseung sniffles, his doe eyes staring back at you. “I’m a little scared b-but I’ll try.”

“you dont have to completely warm up to me, you can slowly do it. I understand it’s hard for you.” you say in the sweetest tone.

heeseung hums, “okay. I can try.”

you turned your head to look at the ramyeon. “ah right, the ramyeon. it’s probably too soft to eat now, I’ll just whip up a new batch. why don’t you go sit in the sofa for a bit?”

he didn’t move, it was almost like his legs were frozen. he shakes his head. “don’t wanna leave.”

“okay, then. you can stay and watch me. just sit at the table right there.”

he nods and sits there. despite him being a hamster hybrid, he sure acts like an obedient puppy. his ears twitch once the water starts boiling and you started making some fried eggs to add into the ramyeon. he looked excited, almost about to jump out of his seat as he waits for the food in anticipation.

you had plate the ramyeon and then placed it in front of him. “there. enjoy.” you smiled.

heeseung digs in, he hastily eats it since he was hungry. he chews on it, filling his cheeks with noodles. his cheeks round and rosy, just as he opens to speak, he starts to hicup. you hand him a cup of water so he could digest his food with.

“eat slowly, you’ll choke.” heeseung hums at your words. he eats slowly just like you said.

and then, the doorbell rang. his freezes, his heartbeat growing quicker.

“I’ll get the door, don’t worry and just eat.” you had reached up to give him a pet as you noticed his scared and confused look. he leans into your touch. you made your way to the door and just as you opened it, you heard a familiar voice that made you freeze.

“open the door. i know you're there.”

it sounded demanding. scary. you knew exactly who it was.

“w-who is that?” heeseung’s small voice appears next to you.

“oh umm…that’s my ex-boyfriend. we can just ignore him.” just as you finished your words, your ex-boyfriend pounds on the door. it startles both you and heeseung. the poor hamster boy clenches his fist.

“he’s scary. are you sure he’s not going to break down the door.”

“he might at this rate. how about you stay in my room, okay? it’s the one to the left with some fake leaves on the wall.”

“okay.” heeseung shyly says. he goes over to your bedroom and you breathed in before opening the door. your ex-boyfriend, minjun, was halfway about to pound on the door again.

“what do you want?” you asked him.

“you weren’t answering and I was worried.” minjun nonchalantly says as he folds his arms.

“we aren’t together anymore so why should you care?”

"we aren't together?" it was like a dark cloud loomed over him, he smirks and steps closer towards you. "what do you mean we aren't together anymore, baby? we never broke up, unless i said we could."

your heart rate accelerates quickly, his hands ready to reach up and hit you as he always had during the toxic relationship. however, before he could even lay a hand on you, someone grabs his arm and towers over him.

it was heeseung

he had come to save the day. something weird about it was, there was no sign of the kind and shy heeseung behind his dark and scary eyes. all that was left was rage, anger and a murderous glint. it kinda scared you a little, what happened to the cute and adorable hamster boy?

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hiraethwa · 9 days ago

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— exile

we always walked a very thin line you didn't even hear me out (you didn't even hear me out) you never gave a warning sign (i gave so many signs)

"i can't do this anymore"

you had thought about it for months, tried to turn back before it was too late, but his logical reasoning had stayed your course, brushed your tears and fears away, wiping them where they couldn't be seen.

out of sight, out of mind.

except the carpet is now uneven, giving away the things that were wrong, the needs that were brushed under it, soothed and promised, only to be forgotten.

it had been on your mind for so long, you thought you could do it levelheadedly, see yourself out without throwing your emotions into the mix.

but you always lied to yourself, didn't you? just like how you told yourself all that he could give you was enough, that it was proof of his love, a relationship that persevered through hardships and distance.

you convinced yourself that you could survive on the scraps, when you needed more. because it was selfish. he gave you plenty, just never enough for you.

"what?" the confusion on his face is apparent, as if there were never any warning signs of this coming.

"we're both tired, so let's stop here." the tears are flooding your vision, brimming on the edge of your waterline, pushing and tumbling over, hot and streaming down your cheeks.

there was nothing you could do stop them, just as there was nothing you could do to save this.

"gods, i am so tired." hysterical laughter bubbles out of you, and you wish that your love would do the same. it would have been so much easier if you didn't love each other so damn much.

"what's wrong? we can fix this." his voice is pleading, helpless, just like your own, except each time you brought it up, nothing changes. nothing ever does.

"there is nothing to fix. we have always loved differently, but love is not enough, is it?" something feels irrevocably broken within you.

you have always known that your price is high and you have suffered enough heartbreaks to last a lifetime. it is tragic, but you have never come so close before, within reach of everything you have ever dreamt of, everything you have ever wanted.

except it wasn't enough to feel loved, when you don't feel wanted.

all this time i never learned to read your mind (never learned to read my mind) i couldn't turn things around (you never turned things around)

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kiss4noo · 5 months ago

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the unravel of his cardigan – l.hs

꒰ 🧶 ꒱ A LEE HEESEUNG [희승] TWO-SHOT! (pt. 1) pt.2 here!

genre. suggestive, angst. .˚⊹ pairing. non-idol,,best friend heeseung x fem reader – friends w/ benefits trope. ໒꒱ warning(s). prepare to be sad. <//3 word ct. 427

synopsis .ᐟ in which you caught feelings during an intimate arrangement with your best friend.

꒰ 💬 ꒱ mi note. inspired by cardigan by taylor swift. that song never fails to make me feel all of the feels, and it helped me overcome writer’s block this time around.

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soft breaths slipped past the boy’s lips as his eyes lay shut in a display of exhaustion, his features relaxed– almost leaving him vulnerable.

yet, the emotions pumped through your veins, leaving you in a state of torment.

your eyes had caressed every detail of his face, memorizing each piece as though you’d somehow forget in a moment’s notice.

heeseung had been your best friend for as long as you can remember. he was there for every milestone, no matter how miniscule or gigantic. you battled hardships alongside one another and experienced warmth in each other’s presence.

creating this arrangement fulfilled two aspects, the desire to feel pleasure, and to avoid a romantic relationship. after all, why not confide in your best friend of 16 years?

however, as time passed, your attachment grew– your heart seemed to beat only for him, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering at each movement he made.

knowing that you were just a source of physical pleasure for him was miserable, despite having mutually agreed to being friends with benefits.

so here you were, sprawled beside him in an act of admiring him one last time.

just once. before you distance yourself, hide away, and wallow in heartache.

an hour or two passed– at least that’s what you believed until reaching to check your phone in confirmation. you’d been awake since four in the morning, the clock now reading 4:57.

it was time. time to gather your belongings, maybe even take a small trinket of his as a souvenir. one to remember him by and clutch while you cried in the privacy of your own bed.

slipping from beneath the warmth of the duvet, you were sure to do so quietly and without waking the boy. he did give a soft sigh and shift momentarily, but otherwise, you were clear to leave; unnoticed.

you quickly dressed into your outfit from the night before, hands clutching onto the hoodie you’d previously slipped from his possession; the newest piece that would nestle in your closet.

peeking one last glance at him from the doorway, your lips trembled. part of you wanted to stay, to painfully bask in his affection. yet, part of you knew of the price you’d pay to be by his side in misery. hence, the solution was clear; your steps gently tapping the floor as you approached his front door to exit his home… and his heart.

after all, you were just an old cardigan under someone’s bed.

you never expected him to put you on and label you as his favorite.

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moronkombat · 1 year ago

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Havik, Shao, Rain, Raiko, and Quanshi love at first sight with an earthrealmer?

It's just an ordinary day for Rain. Nothing special about it, nothing horrible about it either. Simply another day to pass his long lifespan. He's very much so absorbed in his studies of the arcane, intolerant for other distractions. That is until he comes across you. There's a rather quick glance as you walk by, thinking you to be a mere distraction. That all changes when his second glance to you lingers. Rain would stare quietly with his mouth agape. He watches you strut by wordless and without even noticing him. Eyes watch you until you have gone out of sight and Rain can feel the thunderous pitter patter in his chest. Perhaps his studies can end early today

General Shao has never really preoccupied himself with thoughts of relationships and love. There are are more pressing matters to concern himself with. Then he sees someone new, someone small. Much smaller than he is and Shao finds himself pausing. There is something so tempting about them and he cannot help but keep his gaze trailed to you. You are feeble and fragile...It'd be so easy to break you but never would Shao dream of doing that. No, he feels this urge to cherish you, protect you. Yes, this what he wants and if to do so then he must know your name. He will make sure to seek you out later, away from other prying eyes

It is when Reiko is training troops that he notices you. He is a tough and strict commander but he needed to be if his underlings were to survive. His arms would cross and a smirk is written on him while he watches the ensuing training. It is by chance that he glances your way but when he sees you, pale eyes widen. There you are, strong yet regal, taking down your sparring opponent with exceeding grace and vigor. His smirk widens and he continues to watch you move like a banshee while you continue to strike down your opponents. You are magnificent as you cut them down, strike them and Reiko's heart is pounding like the drums of war. He will be sure to compliment on your abilities before immediately wanting to take you under his wing which is a shock to all the other trainees

Quan Chi's life is mundane and full of hardship. He slaves away in the mines, sweat drenching his brow. There must be more to life than this, surely? Thoughts of such things are cutoff when, during his break, he catches a glimpse of you. You are beautiful, stunning and someone who is so pure. You don't belong here, far too grand for it and yet here you are. Perhaps related to the owner? He isn't sure but he wants to know more about you but how can he? You are from a different life than he is and yet he simply cannot stop thinking about

When Havik's eyes find you for that dreadful first time, he is consumed by your very existence. He feels a rise in his chest, something tingling. Thoughts twist and turn together into a mess of obsessions. Something wicked comes over him as he watches you from a distance and it is unfortunate that his gaze has caught you because now they will never let go. Oh how he looks to you from afar, a place you cannot see him. Havik thinks all he wants from you, all that he can take. You are perfect, you are art and Havik will have you. First he must find out more and more about you, he needs everything, all of it. Then, when that sweet time arrives, he will come to you in the night and devour all that he is enthralled with

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CHAPTER FIVE

“even when it’s bad, i love you”

pairing — trentxblack!girl

genre — angst, angst and more angst

word count — 10k

summary — y/n and trent's once strong relationship is strained by his growing distance and her unexpected pregnancy. as they clash over their future, y/n faces the painful choice of leaving behind the love and they love they worked so hard creating. will they overcome their struggles and rebuild their love, or will their fractured bond break beyond repair?

an — i loved writing this chapter!! i've grown to love them so much i wanted to make sure i accurately represented their love. let me know you thoughts!

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the thought of marriage had been lingering between them for a while now. it wasn’t the same as before, not like when they first got engaged. back then, everything felt like a whirlwind—a rush of love, passion, and excitement about building a future together. but now, after everything they'd been through, marriage had taken on a new meaning. it wasn’t just about the idea of becoming husband and wife. it was about commitment, about choosing each other every single day despite the hardships.

y/n had been thinking about it more often lately—about being his wife, about what that truly meant. she would catch herself daydreaming, imagining what it would be like to say "i do" to him, to have that promise feel real again. sometimes she’d lie awake at night, her hand brushing over the empty spot on her finger where the engagement ring used to sit, and it made her stomach twist. not with regret, but with longing. she missed the weight of it, missed what it symbolized for them, a reminder that they were in this together, no matter what.

and this morning, as she stood in front of the mirror getting ready for work, those thoughts weighed heavier than usual. she smoothed out the fabric of her blouse, adjusting the way it tucked into her tailored pants, her belly slightly pushing against the waistband now. she could feel trent’s eyes on her from across the room, but she didn’t turn around just yet. she was lost in her own head, thinking about how far they had come, but also how much further they still had to go. they weren’t perfect, not by any means, but they were trying. and that had to count for something.

as she ran her fingers through her hair one last time, she glanced at her reflection, the absence of her engagement ring nagging at her in the back of her mind. it had been months since she’d taken it off. months since she’d handed it back to him in tears, feeling like they were too broken to deserve it anymore. but things were different now. they were healing, slowly but surely, and as she stood there, she realized how much she wanted to wear it again. how much she needed that reminder that she was his, and he was hers.

her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of soft footsteps behind her. turning around, she found trent standing in the doorway, his hair still tousled from sleep, and wearing a loose hoodie with joggers. his eyes darkened as they raked over her figure, lingering on the way her blouse hugged her body, her growing belly just barely noticeable under the fabric.

"you look so damn sexy, baby," he murmured, his voice low and filled with heat as he walked toward her. she bit her lip, feeling her cheeks warm under his gaze.

“thanks,” she whispered, her eyes dropping to his lips before she glanced back up to meet his eyes. there was something different in the air this morning, something heavier, charged. she turned back toward the mirror, pretending to focus on adjusting her clothes again, but her mind was on him.

A few minutes later, she padded downstairs to find him seated at the kitchen island, his legs spread wide, leaning back in his chair as he absentmindedly scrolled through his phone. there was an ease about him, but she knew better. trent was never truly relaxed these days, not with everything on his mind. but the sight of him like this, so effortlessly handsome and so hers, made her heart skip.

she turned toward him then, finding him seated at the kitchen island, his elbows resting on the countertop as he absentmindedly scrolled through his phone. his hoodie was soft and rumpled from sleep, and his joggers hung low on his hips, making him look so effortlessly handsome that her heart swelled with affection.

“hey,” she called out softly, stepping closer to him. trent’s eyes lifted immediately, locking onto hers with that familiar warmth that always made her stomach flip. “where’s my engagement ring?”

the question hung in the air between them, and she saw the way his entire body tensed. his hand instinctively went to his pocket, the motion so subtle she might have missed it if she wasn’t paying attention. for a moment, he just stared at her, his mouth opening slightly as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

“it’s just… i want to wear it again,” she continued, her voice quieter now, more vulnerable. “i know we still have a long way to go, but… when i wear it, it’s a reminder that we’re doing this together. that we’re trying.”

trent swallowed hard, his eyes searching hers for a long moment. “it’s… uh,” he stammered, clearly caught off guard. “it’s been at the jeweler’s. getting cleaned.”

y/n raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a soft, knowing smile. “getting cleaned?”

he nodded a little too quickly, his hand still lingering near his pocket, and she couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her. “you’re a terrible liar, trent,” she teased lightly, stepping closer until she was standing between his legs.

he let out a breathy laugh, his nerves showing through in the way his hands fidgeted in his lap. “i just… i wanted to do this right,” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. “you deserve more than just me giving you the same ring back. i wanted it to feel… special. like it did before.”

her heart swelled at his words, the sincerity in his voice making her chest tighten. she reached out, her hand resting on his knee as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing softly against his. “trent, i don’t care about any of that,” she whispered, her voice gentle but firm. “i don’t need a big gesture or a new ring. i just want to be with you. fully. i want to be your fiancée again.”

he looked up at her, his eyes wide and filled with emotion, and for a moment, he didn’t say anything. the weight of her words seemed to hit him all at once, and his breath caught in his throat. “you… you want to be my fiancée again?” he asked, his voice shaky, almost disbelieving.

y/n nodded, her eyes never leaving his. “yeah,” she whispered, her fingers tightening around his knee. “i do.”

trent’s hands reached out, gently cupping her face as he pulled her closer, his lips pressing against hers in a kiss that was soft, almost tentative. it felt like the first time all over again, the way they were both cautious but full of longing. when he pulled back, his forehead rested against hers, his breath shaky as he whispered, “you’re everything, y/n. you know that, right?”

she smiled against his lips, her heart swelling with love for this man, the father of her child, the one she wanted to spend forever with. “and you’re everything to me,” she whispered back, her hands sliding up his chest to wrap around his neck. “we’re gonna be okay. i know it.”

trent’s arms tightened around her, pulling her into his lap, his lips finding hers once again in a kiss that was deeper, more urgent. they still had a lot to figure out, still had so much to talk about, but in this moment, with her wrapped up in his arms, it felt like they were on the right path. like they were finally moving toward the future they had always wanted.

as she pulled back, trent’s hand rested on her growing belly, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “have they kicked yet?” he asked, his voice filled with awe and excitement.

y/n laughed softly, her hand covering his as she shook her head. “not yet, but you’ll be the first to know when they do.”

trent grinned, his eyes shining with pride as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to her belly. “i can’t wait.”

they shared a quiet moment together, the room filled with a sense of peace that had been absent for so long. as y/n stood to finish getting ready for work, she couldn’t help but glance back at him, her heart filled with so much love she could hardly contain it.

she was going to marry him. she was going to wear that ring again, and this time, it was going to mean even more than it had before. because now, they knew what it took to fight for each other. now, they knew what it meant to truly love.

and that was all that mattered.

as trent pulled her closer, their lips meeting in a kiss that was anything but gentle, y/n could feel the weight of their past slipping away, replaced by something stronger, something real. his hands slid down her waist, gripping her tighter as he deepened the kiss, his breath hot against her lips as he teased, “you’re not getting that ring back just yet.”

y/n smiled against his mouth, her fingers tangling in the soft curls at the nape of his neck, the teasing edge in his voice making her pulse quicken. “we’ll see about that,” she whispered, leaning in to press another kiss to his jaw, her lips brushing his skin in a way that made him shiver.

“i mean it,” he breathed out, his hands slipping under her blouse, fingertips grazing the skin of her lower back. “when you get it back, it’s gonna be better. it’ll be… right this time.”

she pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes, searching them for a deeper meaning. there was something there—something unspoken, simmering beneath the surface. the way his gaze softened, the way his hands tightened around her waist, like he was holding onto something more than just the moment. something important.

“what do you mean, ‘better’?” she asked quietly, her heart skipping a beat. her voice was soft, but there was an edge of curiosity laced through her words. trent hesitated, his eyes darting away for a split second before meeting hers again, the corners of his mouth pulling into a small, knowing smile.

“you’ll see,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with an emotion she couldn’t quite place. “i’ve got something planned. just… be patient, okay?”

y/n raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “something planned? like what?” she pressed, but he only shook his head, that teasing grin growing wider.

“you’ll ruin the surprise if you keep asking,” he said, his voice light but the seriousness in his eyes told her that whatever he had in mind, it was something big. something that meant a lot to him. and to her.

a flicker of excitement sparked in her chest, a warmth spreading through her as she realized what he was hinting at. trent was planning something special. something that wasn’t just about getting back the ring, but about them, about their future.

“okay,” she said softly, her heart swelling with love as she leaned in to kiss him again, slower this time, savoring the way his lips moved against hers. “i’ll wait.”

trent chuckled against her mouth, his hands sliding up her sides before resting gently on her belly. “you better,” he whispered, pulling her closer until there was no space between them. “it’s gonna be worth it, i promise.”

his words hung in the air between them, full of promise and possibility, and y/n couldn’t help but feel a rush of anticipation. whatever trent had planned, she knew it was going to be more than just a moment. it was going to be the beginning of something new, something that would make everything they’d gone through worth it.

as they stood there, wrapped up in each other, the future felt brighter than it had in a long time. and though she didn’t know exactly when or how, she knew one thing for sure—trent was going to ask her to marry him again.

and this time, she would say yes with her whole heart.

the rest of the day passed by in a blur of work calls and emails, but y/n’s mind kept wandering back to trent’s words. he had something planned. something special. and as much as she tried to push the thought to the back of her mind, the curiosity gnawed at her.

by the time she got home, the need to know had completely taken over. she had to find it—if he’d hidden the ring here, she’d track it down. her eyes darted around the room, mentally noting every spot it could be.

she started with the dresser, pulling open the drawers carefully, sifting through his clothes. nothing. she moved on to the closet next, checking the pockets of his jackets, her brow furrowed in concentration. still nothing.

she was mid-rummage, standing on her tiptoes to check the top shelf, when she heard the familiar sound of the front door opening. panic hit, but before she could even pull herself together, she heard trent’s voice from down the hall.

“baby?” his voice called out, full of amusement.

y/n froze, one of his jackets still clutched in her hands. her eyes widened as trent appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a grin that only grew wider when he saw what she was up to.

he didn’t say anything at first, just stood there watching her. his damp curls clung to his forehead, fresh from his shower after training, and his fitted hoodie hugged his frame in all the right ways. “what are you doing?” he finally asked, his voice thick with amusement.

y/n dropped the jacket and quickly turned, her heart racing as she tried to play it cool. “oh, nothing. just… organizing.” she smiled sweetly, attempting to mask the fact she’d been snooping.

trent raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. without another word, he walked over to the bed, casually kicking off his sneakers before collapsing onto the mattress. he stretched out, arms behind his head, still watching her with a lazy grin.

“organizing, huh?” his tone was teasing, eyes glinting with amusement. “looks like you’re trying to find something.”

y/n’s eyes narrowed playfully, her hands landing on her hips as she faced him. “maybe i am,” she admitted, stepping toward him. “so… where is it?”

trent let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he settled into the pillows, his gaze never leaving hers. “you’re still on about that?” he asked, his voice full of affection.

“yup,” y/n replied, moving closer, her curiosity getting the best of her. “you said you had something planned, and now you expect me to just sit here and wait? that’s cruel.”

trent grinned, watching as she came closer, his eyes following the way she leaned over him, trying to coax the information out. “i never said it’d be easy.”

y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips. “come on, trent,” she teased, her fingers gently tracing along the hem of his hoodie. “just give me a little hint.”

trent smirked, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her down onto the bed with him, her squeal muffled as she landed beside him. “you’re not gonna stop, are you?” he asked, his voice full of amusement as he leaned over her.

“nope,” she replied, popping the ‘p’ as she wriggled under his grip, her laugh light and playful. “i’m not giving up until you tell me.”

trent laughed softly, his fingers brushing against her waist as he shook his head. “you really think you’re gonna get it out of me?” he teased, his eyes gleaming with challenge.

y/n smirked, slipping her hands up to his chest, gently pushing him onto his back as she straddled his hips. “i think i have my ways,” she murmured, leaning down until their faces were inches apart. “maybe i’ll just have to work a little harder.”

trent’s breath hitched slightly, but his grin never wavered. “you can try,” he whispered, his voice rougher now. “but i’m not cracking that easily.”

y/n pouted dramatically, though her eyes twinkled with mischief. "we’ll see about that," she murmured, her hands sliding under his hoodie as she teased, brushing her fingers over his skin lightly. trent groaned softly, his hands moving to her hips, gripping her firmly.

"you're playing a dangerous game, baby," he rasped, his eyes darkening as y/n leaned in closer, brushing her lips against his, but just when he thought she'd give in and kiss him, she pulled back, giggling.

"you think you can resist?" she asked sweetly, standing between his legs now, her fingers still teasingly trailing over his chest. she raised an eyebrow, her eyes glinting with challenge. "where is it, trent?"

he let out a low chuckle, his hands moving to the back of her thighs, gently pulling her even closer. "you really think you're gonna get it out of me this way?"

"maybe," she teased, leaning in just enough to make his heart race before pulling away again. "or maybe… i'll just have to keep trying until you break."

trent grinned, leaning up, their faces mere inches apart. "go ahead, try your best." but the second their lips brushed, he felt the shift in the air, and all the teasing melted away as their kiss deepened, the warmth between them impossible to ignore.

y/n's hands slipped from under his hoodie, tangling into his curls as she kissed him back, no longer teasing, no longer holding back. trent's grip on her hips tightened as he pulled her flush against him, the heat between them building. the soft brush of her lips became more insistent, her breath hitching as trent’s tongue slid against hers, deepening the kiss. his hands roamed up her thighs, his touch setting every inch of her skin on fire.

but just as quickly as the intensity had risen, y/n pulled back, her forehead resting against his, both of them breathing heavily, lips swollen from the heat of the moment.

"where is it?" she whispered, a breathless laugh escaping her as she stayed just inches away from his lips. her fingers traced along his jaw, the closeness driving him mad.

trent chuckled softly, his forehead still pressed against hers. "you're relentless, you know that?"

"i know," she grinned, her fingers playing with the hem of his hoodie again. "but you love it."

"yeah," he murmured, leaning in, his lips brushing her ear as his hands tightened their grip on her hips. "i do."

y/n’s breath hitched as his lips trailed along her jaw, a soft hum of approval escaping her. but still, she couldn’t resist, her fingers pressing lightly against his chest, keeping just enough distance between them to keep him wanting more.

"so, where's the ring?" she asked again, her voice teasing, but her body giving away how much she was enjoying this game.

trent’s eyes darkened as he looked up at her, his hand sliding up her side, pulling her even closer. "you’re gonna have to be patient," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "i told you, you’ll find out when the time is right."

"patience isn't my strong suit," she smirked, leaning down, her lips ghosting over his once more. "but i guess i’ll have to make do."

he groaned softly, the tension between them palpable as he pulled her down onto him, his lips catching hers in another heated kiss. this time, there was no teasing, no playfulness. just need.

as their lips moved together, y/n could feel his heartbeat matching hers, fast and hard beneath her touch. his hands moved under her hoodie now, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist as he deepened the kiss, pulling her even closer until there was no space left between them.

but again, y/n pulled back, a mischievous glint in her eye as she stood, sliding out of his grasp, her fingers trailing down his chest as she did.

"keep teasing me like that, and you’ll never get the ring," trent warned, his voice thick with amusement, though the heat in his gaze betrayed his playful tone.

y/n smirked, standing between his legs again, this time letting her hands rest on his shoulders. "i think i’ll find it," she whispered, leaning in just close enough to let her lips hover over his once more, "whether you want me to or not."

trent let out a low groan, his hands grabbing her by the waist and pulling her into him once again, but this time, y/n didn’t pull back. her lips met his in a kiss that was slow and deep, her body melting into his as they both gave in to the moment, the world around them fading away.

"i guess you’ll just have to keep looking," he murmured against her lips, his voice low and rough, making her shiver as she leaned into him, unable to resist any longer.

she smiled, her lips brushing his one last time before pulling away completely. "i will," she whispered, her fingers lightly tracing his jaw as she stepped back, her gaze still locked on his, "and when i find it, you're mine."

y/n woke up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. her hand instinctively moved to rest on her belly, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her breath. her eyes landed on a folded note on the pillow beside her. she picked it up, already feeling a smile tug at her lips as she recognized trent’s handwriting.

be ready, beautiful. tonight’s for you. i’ll pick you up at 7. wear something that makes you feel as beautiful as you are. - t

a warmth spread through her chest. she ran her fingers over the note, the words lingering. after everything they’d been through—the struggles, the tears, the doubts—trent always found a way to remind her that she was his world. the anticipation built throughout the day, a quiet excitement bubbling under the surface.

by 7, y/n stood in front of their mirror, smoothing her hands over the soft fabric of her blush pink dress. her braids were styled loosely, falling down her back, and she felt her baby bump growing by the day. but there was something different about tonight. it wasn’t just the note or the dinner—it was the way trent had been looking at her lately, the way he seemed to hold her a little closer, as if he didn’t want to let go.

the doorbell rang, and when y/n opened it, there he was—trent, standing in a tailored suit, holding a bouquet of her favorite flowers. his eyes locked on hers, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. they just stood there, drinking each other in.

“wow,” trent breathed, stepping closer. “you are breathtaking.”

y/n blushed, feeling her heart skip a beat. “you don’t look too bad yourself.”

trent’s grin was soft, his eyes filled with something more than just admiration. it was love, deep and enduring, the kind that had weathered storms and come out stronger. he kissed her gently, his hand instinctively resting on her belly for a moment before pulling away.

“ready to go?”

she nodded, her curiosity piquing as he led her outside. the drive was peaceful, the city lights twinkling as they passed by. when they reached the restaurant, y/n expected them to head inside, but instead, trent took her hand, guiding her toward a private entrance. they stepped into an elevator, and y/n’s breath hitched when the doors opened.

the rooftop had been transformed into a dream. fairy lights hung overhead, casting a warm glow over the intimate space. a candlelit table was set up by the edge, the city skyline twinkling in the background, and soft music played in the air. it was perfect—like something out of a fairytale.

“trent…” y/n whispered, her voice catching in her throat. “you did all this?”

trent smiled, his gaze soft and filled with love. “for you. you deserve it all, y/n. every bit of it.”

they shared dinner, laughing and talking as they always had, but there was something about the night—about the way trent kept looking at her, his eyes full of emotion—that made y/n’s heart race. after dessert, trent stood, taking her hand and leading her toward the center of the rooftop, where the lights shone the brightest.

his hands trembled slightly as he held hers, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breathless. “y/n,” he started, his voice thick with emotion. “i’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and i don’t think there’s a way for me to put into words just how much you mean to me. not completely. not in the way you deserve.”

y/n’s chest tightened, her fingers gripping his hand a little tighter.

trent’s voice was soft, almost reverent, as he continued. “we’ve been through so much, haven’t we? we’ve had our highs, our lows. we’ve fought, we’ve broken, but we always found our way back to each other. and through it all, you… you’ve been my constant. the one thing i knew i couldn’t lose.”

his hands moved gently to her waist, resting over her belly. “and now… now we’re bringing two beautiful babies into this world. i watch you every day, y/n, and i see how strong you are. how you carry all of this with so much grace, even when it’s hard. you amaze me.”

trent paused, his voice growing more emotional. “there were moments when i didn’t think i deserved you. moments when i thought you’d be better off without me. but you stayed. you fought for us. and it made me fall in love with you all over again—not just for who you are, but for your strength, your resilience, the way you love with everything you have. and now… now i get to be a father because of you.”

y/n’s eyes were already welling with tears, her heart aching with the depth of his words. but trent wasn’t finished.

“i know i haven’t been perfect,” he continued, his voice cracking slightly. “i know i’ve made mistakes. but you—you never gave up on me. on us. and i want our kids to grow up knowing that love isn’t perfect, but it’s real. it’s something you fight for.”

trent’s voice dropped to a whisper, his thumb brushing softly over her belly. “i look at you, and i see the mother of my children. the love of my life. and i know now, more than ever, that i want to spend the rest of my life making sure you know how much you mean to me.”

before y/n could say anything, trent stepped back slightly, reaching into his pocket. her breath hitched as he dropped to one knee, pulling out a ring—new, yet so familiar.

"y/n," trent whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "will you finally let me be the husband you deserve? will you marry me, not just as the mother of our children, but as the woman who’s always had my heart? i don’t just want to be the father of our kids—I want to be the man you can count on, the man who spends every day of the rest of his life showing you how much you mean to me. not just now, but forever."

y/n’s heart shattered in the best way, her tears falling freely as she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “yes, trent. yes, i’d marry you a thousand times.”

trent slipped the ring onto her finger, standing and pulling her into his arms. his lips met hers in a kiss that felt like home—like every promise they’d ever made, every vow they’d ever spoken, was wrapped in that one moment. they kissed as if the world had stopped turning, as if it was just the two of them, suspended in time.

when they finally pulled back, their foreheads pressed together, their breath mingling in the cool night air, trent whispered, “you’ve always been my everything, y/n. and you always will be.”

on the way home, neither could keep their hands to themselves, touching, brushing fingertips against skin, stealing soft, breathless kisses between stops at red lights. when they reached the door, it was as if a dam broke; trent pressed her against it, hands framing her face as he claimed her mouth with an intensity that had her clinging to him, breathless, as though the weeks apart had only deepened his hunger.

“are you okay?” he asked between fervent kisses, his voice rough, tinged with worry as his hands slipped down her sides, savoring every inch.

she looked up at him, voice barely a whisper, filled with need, “don’t hold back... i want you... i want to be with my fiancé.”

he let out a low, helpless groan, and she felt his resolve snap; without another word, he swept her into his arms, pressing another heated kiss to her lips as he carried her up the stairs. each step was a test of control, her arms wound tightly around his neck, her lips never parting from his as she tugged at him, desperate to close every inch between them.

inside the room, trent laid her down gently, his eyes darkening with a kind of reverence as he looked over her, one hand trailing down to where her stomach held the beginning of their future together. “my whole life is here with you,” he murmured, brushing his thumb tenderly over her stomach, his gaze never leaving her. “our twins... it’s unreal.”

the emotion in his voice stole her breath, his touch reverent, as though he were touching the most fragile thing in the world. she shivered, arching beneath his touch, feeling every word, every gentle stroke settle deep within her heart. “trent…” her voice broke, thick with the weight of her feelings, her fingers finding his face, tracing the line of his jaw as she gazed up at him with everything she had.

trent's hands roamed y/n's body like he couldn’t get enough, his fingers tracing every curve and dip, lingering over the soft swell of her stomach. it was still small, barely noticeable beneath his touch, but the idea of their baby growing inside her captivated him, a possessive hunger building deep within.

“you have no idea how obsessed i am with this,” he murmured, his voice low and reverent, his lips brushing against the skin of her stomach as he kissed her there, right where their child was nestled. “with you. with our babies.”

y/n’s breath hitched, her fingers slipping into his hair, pulling him closer as she stared down at him, her heart racing. his words, the way he looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered, melted her insides. “trent…”

he pressed another kiss to her stomach, his hands sliding up to grip her hips, holding her firmly in place as he gazed up at her, his eyes dark and full of longing. “i think about it all the time,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “you carrying my babies… you have no idea what that does to me.”

the intensity in his gaze sent shivers down her spine, the heat of his breath igniting every nerve in her body. “i didn’t think you were this into it,” she admitted, her voice soft as she traced his jawline with her fingers, mesmerized by the fire ignited in his eyes.

trent chuckled, his breath warm against her skin as he pressed another kiss just below her navel, his fingers tightening on her hips. “i never stopped wanting you,” he muttered, his voice rough with desire. “even when you were away… every time i saw you, all i could think about was this. was you… with our babies.”

his words made her shiver, heat pooling low in her belly as she looked down at him, eyes wide with both surprise and longing. “you mean that?” she asked quietly, her fingers trailing over his shoulders, her heart racing as the air thickened with tension.

“every word,” trent whispered, his hands moving to cup her stomach gently, his thumb stroking over her skin with the utmost care. “i love you like this… knowing you’re carrying my child, that you’re ours now. completely.”

y/n felt her heart swell, breath catching in her throat as he spoke. the way he looked at her, the reverence in his touch, was overwhelming. she felt cherished, adored, and the possessiveness in his gaze only intensified her yearning. “you don’t even know what you do to me,” he murmured, his lips brushing over her skin as his hands slid back up her body, pulling her closer until their faces were inches apart. “these babies… it makes me want you even more.”

“trent…” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, filled with urgency.

“i want to be with you all the time,” he continued, his voice rough with need. “i think about you every second. about this.” his hands moved down to her hips again, fingers digging into her skin possessively as he pulled her flush against him, their bodies perfectly aligned, their breaths mingling. “and when i see you… looking like this, carrying our babies, it drives me crazy.”

the intensity of his words ignited a fire within her, her pulse quickening as she felt every inch of him, the raw hunger and love intertwining, consuming her. “you’re mine,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion. “both of you. always.”

y/n kissed him then, hard and deep, her hands slipping down his back, needing to feel him closer. she let herself get lost in him, in the warmth of his body against hers. trent groaned into the kiss, his hands tightening on her hips as he pulled her even closer, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony, their connection electric.

“i love you like this,” he murmured against her lips, voice thick with desire. “i love everything about you… everything about us.”

y/n's heart soared at his words, her breath coming in short, heated gasps as she pressed herself closer, wanting to feel every inch of him. “i love you too,” she whispered, voice trembling with longing. “always.”

trent’s lips moved to her neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to her skin as he shifted, rolling them over until he hovered above her, his eyes dark and filled with raw desire.

“i need to feel you,” he muttered, voice thick with need as he stared down at her, hands trailing over her stomach again, brushing over the small swell. “i want to be with you… completely.”

y/n’s breath hitched, heart racing as she stared up at him, body trembling with anticipation. “then take me,” she whispered, voice low but laced with longing, her hands gripping his shoulders, urging him closer.

trent groaned, lips crashing into hers, letting himself go as he surrendered to the fire building inside him. his hands roamed her body with a newfound urgency, igniting a heat that had been simmering for weeks. he wanted her, needed her, and the thought of her carrying his child only amplified the desire swirling within them.

“you’re my everything,” he whispered against her lips, voice thick with emotion as he moved with her, their bodies melting together in perfect sync. “forever.”

trent's breath was ragged as he moved with her, fingers tightening on her hips as he groaned into her ear. his forehead pressed against hers, their bodies entwined, the room filled with nothing but their heavy breathing and the raw heat between them.

his gaze fell to her hand, to the ring gleaming on her finger, and his heart swelled with a mix of love and desire. a soft, breathless laugh escaped his lips, brushing his thumb over the ring as they moved together, a relentless dance of passion. “i’d marry you tomorrow, you know,” he muttered, voice husky and sincere as he kissed her deeper, wanting her to feel every ounce of love he held for her. “if you didn’t want that big wedding… i’d have you as mine right now.”

y/n barely registered his words, lost in the moment, her mind hazy with the intensity of it all. her fingers dug into his shoulders, holding on as though he was her only anchor, her lips parting to let out a soft moan.

trent groaned, lips brushing the shell of her ear, planting hot kisses along her neck. “maybe we skip it all, yeah? we don’t need the fancy day… i just need you. you and our babies.” his teeth grazed her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. “we can make it official right now, y/n. i’ll take care of everything.”

she gasped, the heat of his words igniting her, her body trembling beneath his touch. "my baby is speechless. so lost in this, huh?” he whispered, voice low and teasing, lips brushing against the side of her neck. “can’t even answer me."

y/n whimpered at his words, her body arching against his as she clung to him, overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection. trent’s touch was electrifying, his every word making her feel cherished, desired, and utterly consumed by him. she could barely think, her mind hazy with the warmth of his skin against hers, the way their bodies moved together in perfect harmony.

“trent…” she breathed out, her voice trembling as her hands slid down his back, desperate to feel him closer, to hold onto this moment and never let it go. “i… i can’t think when you’re like this.”

he smirked against her skin, lips trailing down her neck, planting hot, open-mouthed kisses as he pressed his body more firmly against hers. “good,” he whispered, voice low and rough, filled with satisfaction at the effect he had on her. “don’t think, baby. just feel.”

and she did. she felt everything—the heat of his breath on her skin, the way his hands caressed every curve of her body, the way their hearts seemed to beat in time with each other. she felt the weight of his love in every touch, every whispered word, as though he was pouring all of himself into her, claiming her in the most intimate way.

her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she tilted her head back, giving him better access to her neck. trent took the invitation, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire along her skin, making her gasp and arch into him.

“you drive me insane,” he muttered against her skin, his voice filled with a mix of desperation and adoration. “every time i look at you… i want you more.”

y/n's heart pounded in her chest, her breathing coming in ragged gasps as his words wrapped around her like a tight coil. she was lost in him, in the way his body pressed against hers, in the way he made her feel so utterly wanted.

“i’m yours,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, but she knew he heard her by the way his grip tightened on her hips, pulling her even closer.

trent lifted his head, his gaze locking with hers, his eyes dark and filled with emotion. “say it again,” he demanded softly, his voice thick with need as he hovered above her, every inch of him vibrating with tension. “i need to hear it.”

y/n swallowed hard, her breath catching as she looked up at him, her heart swelling with love, with desire, with the undeniable connection they shared. “i’m yours, trent,” she whispered again, her hands cupping his face, her thumbs brushing gently over his cheeks as she stared into his eyes. “always.”

trent groaned, his lips crashing into hers, their kiss urgent and consuming, filled with all the passion and love they had for each other. his hands roamed her body, gripping her hips, pulling her even closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers in a heated dance that left her breathless.

trent’s hand traced the outline of her face with reverence, his fingers trembling slightly as though he couldn’t believe she was truly here, in his arms again. he stared at her, eyes dark and brimming with emotions he’d held back for too long. the look in his gaze, intense and brimming with longing, was enough to leave her breathless, her heart racing with the sheer weight of what lay unspoken between them.

“i missed everything about you,” he breathed, his voice hoarse, each word carrying the weight of the days and nights he’d spent without her. “your laugh, the way you look at me… just having you beside me, y/n.” his hand splayed across her back, pulling her closer, as though afraid she’d slip away if he let go.

the air between them grew heavy, thick with a need neither could hide any longer. he kissed her, soft and slow at first, savoring every second, as though he was memorizing every detail of her taste, her warmth, the familiar way her lips parted beneath his. his grip tightened on her waist, his fingers pressing into her as if anchoring himself, grounding himself in her, letting the sheer presence of her melt away all the distance, all the loneliness.

y/n’s hands found their way to his face, her fingers trailing over his jaw, tracing every contour, every familiar line. “i thought about you every night,” she whispered, her voice shaky, her words a confession as she leaned into him, her body fitting perfectly against his. “i’d fall asleep trying to remember what it felt like to have you close… it felt like you were just slipping away.”

trent’s breath hitched, and he pulled back just enough to look at her, his thumb brushing over her cheek, gentle yet desperate. “you’re my everything,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with an aching intensity. “you, our babies… all i wanted was to come back to you, but now i can’t wait anymore.”

his words ignited a fire within her, a desperate need that had been building up since the moment he’d left. her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him down, her lips crashing against his with a fervor that matched his own. every kiss, every brush of his skin against hers, was filled with all the moments they’d lost, all the yearning they hadn’t dared to voice.

“i need you,” she whispered against his mouth, her voice trembling with the weight of it, her heart pounding wildly as he wrapped his arms around her, his touch firm, grounding, real.

he responded with a low groan, his body pressing against hers with an urgency that spoke of the weeks they’d been apart, the nights he’d lain awake thinking of her, the ache that only grew with each passing day. “you’re everything to me… you and our babies,” he murmured, his voice rough and filled with love, each word a promise. his lips brushed against hers, insistent, pouring every ounce of love and longing he had into each kiss, his movements growing more fervent as if he could somehow make up for every second they’d lost.

they moved together with a rhythm that was both tender and desperate, each touch, each kiss an affirmation of the love that bound them together, their connection deeper than words could ever convey. the heat between them built, igniting like wildfire as their breaths mingled, filling the room with the raw, electric energy of two souls reuniting, of two people who had been kept apart far too long.

her fingers trailed down his back, pulling him closer, pressing herself against him, each movement charged with the love and longing that had built up in his absence. “i can’t let you go again,” she murmured, her voice breathless, filled with a vulnerability she could no longer hide.

trent’s gaze softened, his eyes dark with love as he leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers, his hands holding her like she was the most precious thing in his world. “you’ll never have to,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “i’m here… for you, for them, for us. nothing’s ever taking me away again.”

they moved together in a slow, passionate rhythm, each touch an unspoken vow, each kiss a promise to cherish every second they had, to hold on tight and never let go. the intensity of their love, the rawness of their need, filled every corner of the room as they gave themselves to each other, finally, fully, and without reservation.

their desire for each other overwhelming as the heat between them built to an unbearable level. trent’s hands slid under her thighs, lifting her effortlessly as he pressed her against the bed, his body fitting perfectly against hers, their breaths mingling as their lips never parted.

“i love you,” he whispered against her lips, his voice hoarse and filled with emotion. “you and our baby… you’re everything to me.”

y/n's heart swelled at his words, tears pricking the corners of her eyes as she pulled him closer, her fingers gripping his shoulders tightly. “i love you too,” she breathed, her voice trembling with the weight of her emotions. “so much.”

and with that, they lost themselves in each other completely, their bodies and hearts entwined, every touch, every kiss, every whispered word a testament to the love they shared. nothing else mattered in that moment—just the two of them, their connection, and the overwhelming sense of belonging they felt in each other’s arms. the room was filled with the quiet hum of their breaths, the intensity of their passion giving way to a peaceful calm as they settled into the warmth of each other.

slowly, their movements slowed, the heat between them melting into something softer, more intimate. y/n curled against trent’s chest, her fingers tracing gentle patterns along his skin as his hand

they stayed in the quiet, warm comfort of each other for a moment longer, their hearts slowing as they savored the intimacy. trent’s hand never stopped moving, fingers tracing over her back, soothing and protective, grounding her in the present.

eventually, y/n lifted her head slightly, resting her chin on his chest as she looked up at him, her eyes soft but filled with curiosity. “do you really want to elope?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, the question hanging in the air as her fingers absentmindedly traced over the ring on her finger.

trent glanced down at her, a playful smirk tugging at his lips, but the seriousness in his gaze made her heart skip a beat. “i mean it,” he said, his voice low but sincere. “i don’t need a big wedding, y/n. i just need you. i’d marry you right now if i could.”

y/n’s breath hitched, her fingers stilling as she stared at him, the weight of his words sinking in. “you really mean that,” she whispered, more a statement than a question.

trent nodded, reaching down to cup her face, his thumb brushing over her cheek in a tender gesture. “i’ve never been more serious,” he said softly, his eyes searching hers. “i don’t care about the big day, the flowers, or the crowd. i just want you. i want us to start our life together as soon as we can.”

she shifted slightly, resting her head back against his chest as his thumb continued its soothing path over her skin. “i love the idea of it,” she admitted quietly. “but… our families. i can’t imagine doing it without them. they’d never forgive us, you know.”

trent chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. “yeah, i thought about that too,” he sighed. “they’d probably never let us live it down. especially your mom—she’d have me on the phone every day.”

y/n giggled, picturing her mom’s reaction if they ran off to get married without telling her. “she’d definitely give you an earful,” she teased, looking up at him with a soft smile. “and your family… they’d want to celebrate too.”

he nodded, his eyes reflecting the same understanding. “you’re right,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “we can’t forget about them. they deserve to be there when it happens.”

y/n’s fingers traced the lines of his jaw as she sighed softly. “so, maybe we take our time,” she suggested, her voice thoughtful. “wait until the next break… if your incredibly talented self doesn’t get called up again.”

trent smirked, rolling his eyes playfully. “oh, here we go,” he teased, lightly nudging her. “humble as always, aren’t we?”

“hey, i’m just being honest,” y/n laughed, her voice light and teasing as she pressed a kiss to his chest. “i know how busy things get for you. between the season and everything else… maybe it’s better to wait.”

trent sighed, pulling her closer as his hand slid up to tangle in her hair. “you’re probably right,” he admitted softly, his fingers brushing through her braids. “we’ll wait. but don’t think i’m not serious about marrying you as soon as we get the chance.”

y/n’s heart warmed at his words, her eyes meeting his as she felt the certainty in his gaze. “i know,” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with love. “and when the time’s right, we’ll do it. with our families there… and maybe a bit of elopement magic mixed in.”

trent grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he leaned in to kiss her. “sounds like a plan, mrs. alexander-arnold,” he murmured against her lips, his voice full of affection.

she smiled into the kiss, the future feeling brighter than ever as they held each other, the idea of their wedding—whenever it came—something they would cherish forever.

and as they lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the thought of eloping lingered like a quiet promise, foreshadowing a day they both knew would come when the timing was just right.

the evening was quiet, the soft glow from the television casting shadows across the room, but neither of them was paying attention to it. y/n sat curled up on the couch, her legs stretched out, resting in trent’s lap. his hand moved gently along her ankle, the touch soothing, but there was a weight in the air—something that had been there for months but felt different tonight.

she bit her lip, glancing at him from under her lashes, and when he met her gaze, she saw it—the same unspoken thoughts swimming in his eyes. she shifted slightly, her fingers tugging at the hem of her shirt, her heart racing with the question she had been holding onto for so long.

"trent," she whispered, her voice barely breaking the silence between them.

his hand stilled on her ankle, his full attention on her now. "yeah?" his voice was soft, but there was a cautiousness in it, like he already knew something was coming.

she took a deep breath, her fingers twisting together nervously. "i’ve been thinking… about the proposal." the words hung heavy in the air between them, and she watched as trent’s brow furrowed slightly, his grip on her foot tightening just a fraction.

"what about it?" he asked, his voice still calm, but she could see the worry flicker in his eyes.

y/n hesitated, trying to gather her thoughts. "i just don’t understand why you did it… when you were in such a dark place," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "it didn’t feel like the right time for us, and i’ve been wondering… why then?"

trent’s gaze dropped to her legs in his lap, his hand resuming its gentle path along her skin, as if the motion helped him think. "i thought it might fix things," he admitted, his voice quiet, almost like he was ashamed to say it. "but that wasn’t the main reason."

she waited, her heart pounding as she watched him, needing him to explain, needing to hear the truth.

trent exhaled slowly, his eyes lifting to meet hers, the vulnerability in his expression breaking down the walls she’d built in her mind. "you were my lifeline," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "when everything else felt like it was falling apart—football, the pressure, the noise from the media—you were the one thing that kept me grounded. every time i’d walk through the door after the worst day, i’d see you, and it was like… it all got quiet. you made it all go away."

y/n’s breath caught in her throat, her heart aching at his words. she hadn’t known, hadn’t realized how much he had needed her, even when he had been pulling away.

"but you were distant," she whispered, her voice trembling. "you weren’t… you weren’t yourself. i thought you didn’t want me anymore."

trent shook his head, his grip on her leg tightening as if he needed to hold onto her, to keep her close. "i know i pulled away, and i hate that i made you feel like that," he said, his voice raw. "but every night, when i came home, no matter how tired or stressed i was, i knew you’d be waiting for me. whether it was a light kiss or… or something more, you were always there. and in those moments, the weight didn’t feel so heavy anymore."

her throat tightened, tears pricking at her eyes as she listened to him, realizing how much she had meant to him, even when she’d felt like they were falling apart.

"and you still want all that with me?" she asked softly, her voice barely a whisper, but the vulnerability in her question was unmistakable.

trent’s eyes softened, and he nodded, his thumb brushing gently over her ankle. "i want everything with you," he said, his voice filled with certainty. "you, our babiess… our family. i want it all. i want to marry you because you’re my home, y/n. you always have been."

her heart swelled at his words, the sincerity in his voice breaking down every doubt she had carried. she blinked back the tears that threatened to fall, her fingers reaching out to tangle with his. "i guess we did things a little backward," she whispered with a small smile, trying to lighten the mood. "should’ve gotten married first."

trent chuckled softly, his hand moving to cradle her foot in his lap. "yeah, well, knowing me, i had to make it more complicated," he teased, but his eyes were still filled with emotion, with love.

y/n shifted slightly, her other hand coming to rest on her belly, her fingers tracing small circles over the bump that was just beginning to show. "so, what about baby names?" she asked, her voice soft, but there was a playful glint in her eyes.

trent raised an eyebrow, clearly interested. "you’ve thought of some already?"

she swallowed, glancing down at him, her fingers resuming their soothing motion. "i want one of our sons to have your initials... t.a.a.," she said, her voice a mixture of warmth and certainty, even as she saw his expression shift with uncertainty.

trent’s gaze dropped, his jaw tightening slightly as he seemed to wrestle with the idea. "y/n… i don’t know if that's fair to him," he said, his voice low, almost hesitant. "i don’t want him to feel like he has to carry that weight, like he’s got to be anything more than who he is… like he has to be like me."

she reached for his hand, her fingers weaving through his as she brought it to her lap, resting it over her heart. "trent, listen to me," she whispered, leaning down so their foreheads almost touched. "our son won’t have to live up to anything other than what he wants to be… because of you. you have a heart so full of kindness, patience, and love. that’s what he’ll see. he won’t admire you because you’re a footballer; he’ll admire you because you’re his dad."

he exhaled, a shuddering breath escaping him as her words sank in. "but the pressure… what if he feels like he has to follow in my footsteps, like he’s got no choice but to be in the spotlight, to face everything i went through?" his voice broke slightly, revealing a vulnerability he rarely shared.

she cupped his face, her thumbs brushing against his cheeks as she spoke. "he’ll look up to you because of who you are, not because of what you do," she said firmly. "and you would never let anyone or anything force him to be something he’s not. our son will have his own dreams… and with you as his dad, he’ll have the courage to chase them, whatever they are. you’ll give him that, trent."

he looked at her, his eyes glistening with the weight of her words, and for a moment, the fear melted away, replaced by something warmer, something closer to hope. "and you really believe that?" he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, as if he needed her to believe it for him.

"i do," she nodded, her voice unwavering. "i believe it with everything in me. you’re going to be an incredible father… and our son is going to love and admire you for all the right reasons."

trent closed his eyes, his hand gripping hers tightly as he let her words sink in. for the first time in a long time, he felt a glimmer of peace, a reassurance that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t be passing on any burdens.

"so," she whispered, her voice softening, "what do you think about tatum? tatum alexander-arnold." her smile was soft, her thumb brushing over his knuckles, grounding them both in this gentle, quiet moment.

trent’s smile grew, a lightness filling his eyes as he repeated the name, testing it. "tatum alexander-arnold," he murmured, the syllables like a promise. "yeah… yeah, i like it."

y/n’s heart fluttered at his reaction, her hand squeezing his gently. "and what if we get girls" she asked with a teasing grin. "you get to name our princesses, right?"

trent smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes, but there was something deeper there, too. "yeah," he said quietly, his voice softening. "i’ve been thinking about that for a while, actually."

y/n tilted her head, curiosity sparking in her eyes. "oh? do you already have a name? what’s the name you’ve been keeping to yourself?"

trent looked at her for a long moment, his hand still resting on her leg, his gaze tender. "rowan," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "after your aunt."

y/n’s breath caught, her chest tightening at the mention of her late aunt, someone she had been so close to, someone who had been like a second mother to her. she blinked back the sudden rush of tears, her heart swelling with emotion as she looked at trent. "rowan…" she whispered, her voice trembling. "you remembered?"

trent nodded, his thumb brushing gently over her skin. "i remember how much she meant to you," he said softly. "and i got to spend time with her before she passed… i remember the way she looked at me and said, 'take care of her. protect her.'"

y/n swallowed hard, her eyes filling with tears as she leaned forward, cupping his face in her hands, her forehead resting against his. "you’re gonna be the best dad," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "our kids are gonna have the best parts of you… the parts that make you who you are."

trent’s eyes fluttered closed, his hands coming up to cradle her face as well, his heart pounding in his chest. "and you," he murmured, his lips brushing against hers lightly. "they’ll have the best parts of you, too."

she smiled softly, her tears mingling with his as she pressed her lips to his in a slow, tender kiss, the promise of their future wrapped in every touch, every whispered word.

when they pulled back, their foreheads still resting together, y/n felt a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in so long. "you know," she whispered, her voice soft but playful. "we’re really doing this backward. baby first, marriage later."

trent laughed softly, his thumb brushing against her cheek. "guess that’s just how we do things," he teased, his eyes shining with love.

y/n chuckled, her hand resting over his heart. "i want them to have your name," she said softly, her voice more serious now. "tatum alexander-arnold, rowan alexander-arnold… i want them to carry your name."

trent smiled, a sense of peace settling over him as he looked at her, his heart so full it felt like it could barely contain it. "tatum and rowan…" he murmured, his smile widening. "that sounds perfect."

y/n nodded, her hand squeezing his. "it does," she whispered, her eyes shining with love.

and in that moment, trent knew—he had everything he could ever want, right here, in this room, in her arms.

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