#it really was a hard decision but my heart is not really in it and i just don’t think i can give it

[bandsofmarv]

Better than him

JJ Maybank has always been in love with you, but you chose Rafe Cameron—the worst decision, in his eyes. He always watched from the sidelines that was until he reached his breaking point.

Warnings- not really any jealousy.

The night air was thick with humidity as you walked down the beach, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself. The argument with Rafe still echoed in your ears—his harsh words, the way he’d grabbed your arm before letting you go with a warning.

You spotted JJ sitting on the lifeguard tower, a beer in hand. He looked up as you approached, his expression shifting from surprise to concern the moment he saw your face.

“What the hell happened?” he asked, jumping down to meet you.

“Nothing,” you muttered, brushing past him.

“Don’t give me that,” JJ said, stepping in front of you. “You’re shaking. Did he—did Rafe do something?”

You hesitated, your silence answering for you. JJ’s jaw tightened, his hands balling into fists.

“I can’t keep watching this,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “I can’t keep watching him hurt you.”

You sat on the sand, staring out at the dark waves. JJ paced in front of you, his usual carefree demeanor replaced by raw frustration.

“You don’t have to stay with him, you know,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “You don’t owe him anything.”

“It’s not that simple,” you said quietly.

“Yes, it is!” JJ snapped, then immediately softened his tone. “Sorry. I just… I don’t get it. Why him? Why not—”

“Why not you?” you finished for him, looking up at him.

JJ froze, his blue eyes locking with yours. He swallowed hard, then dropped to his knees in front of you.

“Yes,” he said, his voice breaking. “Why not me? I’d never hurt you. I’d never make you feel small or scared. I’d—I’d love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

Tears filled your eyes, and you shook your head. “It’s not that simple, JJ. Rafe… he’s different when it’s just us. He can be good—”

“Good doesn’t leave bruises,” JJ interrupted, his voice sharp. “Good doesn’t make you cry, doesn’t make you feel like this.”

You looked away, the truth of his words cutting deep.

“I know you think you love him,” JJ said, his tone softer now. “But love shouldn’t hurt like this. And I can’t—” He broke off, his voice trembling. “I can’t stand by and watch him destroy you. Please, just… leave him. Be with me. Let me show you what it’s supposed to feel like.”

JJ reached for your hand, his touch gentle.

“I’d do anything for you,” he said. “You know that, right?”

You nodded, tears spilling over. “I know.”

“Then trust me,” he whispered. “Trust that I can be better for you. That I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.”

Your heart ached at the sincerity in his voice, the way his eyes begged you to believe him. You wanted to. God, you wanted to. But leaving Rafe felt impossible—like trying to escape a storm that followed you everywhere.

“I don’t know how,” you admitted, your voice barely audible.

JJ cupped your face, his thumbs brushing away your tears. “You don’t have to know. Just take my hand, and we’ll figure it out together.”

For a moment, you let yourself imagine it—a life with JJ, free from Rafe’s shadow. It felt like breathing for the first time in years.

“I have to go,” you said, pulling away from JJ.

“No,” he said, standing as you did. “Don’t go back to him. Please.”

“I don’t have a choice,” you said, your voice trembling.

“You always have a choice,” JJ said, desperation lacing his words. “Choose me. Please, just once… choose me.”

You hesitated, your heart caught between the life you knew and the life you wanted.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, turning away.

JJ watched you go, his heart breaking as the waves swallowed the sound of your footsteps.

———————————————————————

Later that night

You sat in Rafe’s car, his hand gripping your thigh as he drove. His apologies came in waves—sweet words meant to soothe the wounds he’d inflicted.

But all you could think about was JJ—the way he’d looked at you, like you were worth saving and for the first time, you wondered if he might be right.

[hyperions-light]

I heard through the grapevine that people do not like Taash, which is bizarre to me, as I love Taash. So here’s a probably-expanding list of things to love about Taash!

1. They love animals so much!! The birds, guys! My heart melted <3

2. How kind and considerate they are to Karash, who needs someone to be gentle with him. They get that! They’re careful, and they warn both the Rivaini and their mother to be careful, too!

3. If you bring them to the Qunari in Treviso who is having a difficult time communicating, they will help them ;-;

4. How when they annotate the codex entries they always use footnotes ;-; because Shathann is an academic

5. How open-minded they are about stuff! They don’t automatically know everything, but they are always so willing to listen when someone explains things to them! They listen to Neve about Minrathous, even though it contradicts what they’ve been told; they listen to Davrin about working out, and Lucanis about the Crows.

6. How quick they are to admit their problems, listen, and apologize, if needed. It’s never frustrating to deal with Taash’s problems because as soon as you point out something’s wrong, they agree and are ready to handle it. It’s great!

7. It was really adorable when they tried to lie to Shathann about using their fire and they just… didn’t lol

8. They are sooooo sweet to their friends in the Lighthouse!! They always talk to everyone about whatever bad thing is happening, and they always offer to help fix it! I love that one dialogue where they insist to Bellara that her being upset about her brother is okay, and she should let the team help!! The way they express themselves is not always traditional, but it IS always considerate and well-meant!

9. Even though when Rook is recruiting them Shathann made the decision without their consent, Taash stops to reassure Rook that working with their team IS what Taash wanted. It’s really sweet <3

10. They are completely fine about Spite and treat Lucanis normally no matter what.

11. They love Shathann so much ;;;;;-;;;; I will write a whole post about it one day, but their relationship is soooo… it’s so real! I literally know people like this in real life, it’s written with so much attention to detail. And like even though they argue, and things can be difficult between them, Taash adores Shathann. There’s a reason almost every one of their outings involves her.

12. They are extremely knowledgeable in their areas of expertise! It’s fascinating to listen to them tell Lucanis how to lure out dragons, or Emmrich how to pick the right gems for his helmet. They are so confident !

13. The part where they yelled “the crows axe their regards” during battle almost made me die to the Antaam, I was laughing so hard

14. The fire-message they write themselves after the end of their arc thanks… Neve? I think ? For her help (will update this if I’m wrong)

15. They take everyone’s problems as seriously as they take their own. Even when other people miss it, they are the one to point out or affirm the importance of the emotional aspect of things (like during the Solas memories, when they call out that Solas regrets not speaking with Mythal again before she died)

Okay! More soon? Add, if you want!

[that-random-outsider]

My Default RoR Headcannons

Chloe

I love the thought of Chloe wearing glasses

Captain of the swords and shields team

Tutors (forces) Red with homework

Has completely mastered the puppy dog eyes

Goes to the library for fun (nerd)

So popular! Beloved by everyone! She's just so Charming (see what I did there)

Considers herself Red’s unofficial knight in shining armor

Is the only one who can get Red to behave for ten seconds (Uma uses this to her advantage)

Speaks French

A's in every single class one of the highest gpa's in school

Red

Real artsy, can draw really well

Also writes poetry but doesn't tell anyone

Speaks in riddles

Bad at school

Hates looking weak, still used to the idea that any weakness should be hidden away

Anger issues like her mother (it scares her)

Socially awkward

Horrible at decision making

Gets into fights regularly

Skips class

Is embarrassed by how little she understands Auradon schools

Ella

Insecure about her social status (no she doesn't feel like she needs to have status to be happy but society acts as if commoners are worth less than nobals or royalty)

Never calls Bridget out on anything

Really strong (I mean some of the things her step family makes her do requires serious man Power)

Scholarship student

Spends most nights in Bridget’s dorm

Recognizes herself as Bridget’s unofficial protector

Doesn't actually know how to fight, but wants to learn (she thinks it'll help get Uliana off their backs)

Has a secret sweet tooth (she doesn't get many sweets at home)

Knows perfect first aid for both herself and Bridget

Has a drawer in Bridget’s room made specifically for her so that she'd always have clothes in the morning (she thinks Bridget borrows some when she's not looking but thinks she looks cute in her sweaters so she doesn't mind)

Bridget

Would do anything for Ella (that's not an exaggeration she will literally do anything for Ella, she could tell her to jump off a cliff and she wouldn't hesitate.)

Is scared Ella will leave her

Will personally remind you that the people in Wonderland are mad if anyone dares to use the the name Cinderella

Like Ella, is also super smart academically, is in mostly honors courses

Has finished many of Ella’s chores for her while she's not looking because she hates seeing her work so hard .

Is a horrible lier, because her conscience always makes her tell the truth

Has seperation anxiety. (Gets really anxious about Ella leaving, so she makes up excuses to get her to stay)

Knows everyone in the entire school's name by heart

Has remembered every one of Ella’s favorite treats by heart (makes them for her every other day because she's scared if she makes them every day Ella will get tired if it)

Buys Ella all the things her step family won't provide for her

[stargirlstabber]

missed wedding

featuring. simon riley

cw. angst, hallucinations, character death (already happened)

a/n. sorry, but angst isn't my... speciality. i suck at angst. but this happened to a character of a series i'm watching and i fucking cried. and that doesn't happen often.

you just sat there. you just sat there, letting the comfortable couch in your living room take up your body, hoping it would swallow you as round tears rolled down your cheeks.

you just couldn't stay at your friends wedding. not after what happened at your wedding. your heart ached, knowing you couldn't be there for her on her special day, you really wanted to, really, but it was too overwhelming.

especially when there was no sight of your friend, the bride. maybe she was just too late or lost in her thoughts when she took a little walk before she said 'yes'. but... but what if something was to happen to her? what if another marriage was to be ruined?

emotions crashed down on you, so the decision was made. so you let one of the shuttles they rented for the wedding drive you home safely.

now, at home, your eyes weren't able to hold back all those tears as you gulped down your glass of water, a medicine pill dissolved in it. you let them flow, until you saw him sit in front of you. you saw simon, your husband, sitting there, in his pretty dark suit. the once he was gonna marry you in.

but it never happened.

an accident made it never happen. he didn't even get to see you in your majestic dress. hell, simon didn't even arrive.

the day, which was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, quickly turned into the worst day of your life.

you and everyone else hoped he would make it, the doctors at the hospital were specialists, and after all, he survived worse, right? he was a soldier. he decided to lay his duty behind him, wanting to start a life with you. a life, that was put to an end too soon.

the two days where he was in the clinic were hard, especially for you, but when the machine flatlined and simon left your life, that was pure agony for your heart.

and don't even mention the day he was buried. or the emotions that flooded you once you found out a good friend of yours was gonna say yes to her man. you felt like a wash cloth that was being wrung.

so when he sat right there, only inches away from you with the smile only you got to see, happiness bloomed inside of you.

you got to see him again.

you got to hear him again.

"i'm here, lovie, don't cry..."

you fell into his embrace, wrapping your arms tightly around him as he circled his own arms around you, a hand stroking over your head in a soothing motion.

after the wedding, when your roommate came home, you seemed happy. a smile on your lips. your eyes were still red, but you smiled. and it wasn't a fake smile, it was real. as real as the fact that you were now a widow...

[virtues-end]

Not my mc asking Shea to stay for two reasons

1). Bibbity boop (I haven’t decided if it’s gonna be the angry kind or not, equally torn, but either way, the little meat potato in their chest wants what it wants)

2). You cannot convince my mc that Shea lying by omission was only them trying to smooth out the pathway to trust. Might’ve started that way, but there’s a hint of something shame adjacent that feels suspiciously like they didn’t want to taint our view of them, not with this anyways, that reeks of feelings (what kind, unknown/route dependent, but they’re there, I feel it) (I am also aware that there is a chance that they just don’t want to touch what might be a land mine of issues that honestly mean nothing to mc and maybe everything to them due to or in part because mc is both not the same person as before while also physically being that person)

So quite literally my mc is over here like: if they get to make a whole hearted, selfish decision for once, they’re fucking making it, so really Shea should tell them to stop, otherwise, MC is biting them and it’s a non zero chance that it’s both angry and full of feelings and hell if anyone knows what’s the ratio for it. (I am both clapping and sobbing for Shea because I generally feel like they’re genuinely trying to do good, as flawed or not as their attempts are, but giving them a hard time is just too juicy)

You might be onto something there... 🔍🥸

[tino-i-guess]

Need some opinions/help

TLDR; In October, in a somewhat impulsive decision, I started worshipping Athena and Hermes. I am having doubts and feelings of inadequacy due to not being as invested as some other people. Does all of this mean I should leave the religion or stop for the time being?

I am quite new to hellenic polytheism. I've always had an interest in polytheistic religions, occasionally doing some research but never really doing it heavily. I knew the very very basics of hellenic polytheism, since a friend of mine practices. In the beginning of October, I had a slight breakdown. I have been struggling with school a lot and was feeling completely lost and abandoned by most people in my life, so I did what looking back on it was a rush decision. I made an altar for Athena and prayed (more like begged, I'll be honest) for some kind of help. I made a small offering based on what I knew and that was that. It wasn't a completely unexpected decision, since I had been thinking about it for a while.

Well, it worked. I did quite well on my upcoming test and felt calmer in general. I decided to make a small altar for Hermes too and do more research. For the past few months, I have thus been trying to do as much research as I can, pray and make offerings based on what I know the best I can. However, recently I've been having some doubts.

I feel out of my depth and overwhelmed. I've never been religious, nor has my family ever been religious. Every time I try to research more, I feel overwhelmed and tear up with all the new facts and seeming rules. Things are contradicting each other and I have no one to check with because my friend is also pretty new and we're not very close. I feel as if I'm constantly messing up. A lot of the practices relies on instinct and reading between the lines. I have anxiety and I'm autistic so these two places are my weaknesses, in some cases even impossible for me without direct guidance. I'm confused on so many concepts that everybody else seems to find obvious.

I feel inadequate. Everybody I have seen talking about the religion seems really fully into it and devoted to it (something that I think is amazing and wonderful) but I feel like that cannot be applied to me. I feel like I somehow don't believe/love the Gods as much as others. I don't want religion to take up a big part of my life, at least not as I am currently. Additionally, I don't have much free time or energy in general, so I am not able to make offerings and pray properly every day. I also struggle with intrusive thoughts, which makes prayer and worship extra hard. However, I do love the Gods and the thought of taking down their altars and just stopping makes my heart squeeze. But then again, I don't feel as close to them as a lot of people I have seen, tho that might be a time issue. Part of me is definitely stopping me from getting closer to them by constantly saying how ridiculous I look trying to 'bond' with them. I want religion to be a casual facet of my life, to be able to make a weekly offering and pray once a day maybe without much worry or anxiety, to learn about the religion and Gods more and more.

I feel upset and stressed about this whole situation. I don't want to stop but part of me feels like I am being constantly disrespectful. A small part of me also feels like I have somehow offended Athena specifically. I also am hesitating stepping back, lest I upset kharis, if somehow I've managed to establish it with my flaky track record. I want honest, hard opinions and advice. Am I simply not cut out for this? Is this just a beginners rut sort of deal I need to power through? Did anybody else feel like this? How did you deal with it?

I am sorry if anything is unclear. Writing this made me quite emotional and my thoughts are all over the place. If I haven't mentioned a crucial detail or something, please ask and I'll happily respond and give more details on some things. Thank you in advance, χαίρε.

[scarletwinterxx]

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You never thought you’d see him again.

Not like this, anyway.

The call came a week ago. A gruff, emotionless voice on the other end.

Jeonghan.

His name alone was enough to send a wave of emotions crashing over you, emotions you thought you’d locked away.

“I need you to come by next weekend,” he said, after a brief, awkward silence

“For what?” you asked, trying to keep your tone neutral, though your grip on the phone tightened

“The lease. They need both of our signatures since it’s a joint agreement.”

Right. The apartment. The one that had once been your shared sanctuary, filled with late-night conversations and lazy mornings. Now it was just another loose end to tie up.

“Fine. When?”

“Saturday. Noon.”

And that was it. No pleasantries. No apologies. Just business. Typical Jeonghan.

Or, at least, the Jeonghan he became after everything fell apart.

Mingyu insisted on driving you that Saturday, despite your protests.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked, peering over the steering wheel with that concerned puppy-dog look he always gave you when he didn’t believe a word you said.

“I’m good”

“You’re acting like you’re fine, but I know you’re not,” he said, glancing over at you as you fidgeted with the strap of your bag

“I am fine,” you insisted, staring out the window

Mingyu sighed. “You’ve been a wreck all week. Don’t lie to me. You’re not over him.”

You turned to him, your eyes narrowing. “That’s not true. I’m doing fine.”

“Sure,” Mingyu replied, unconvinced. “But just in case, if he so much as looks at you the wrong way, call me. I’ll come in and punch him in that smug face of his.”

You let out a half-hearted laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe. But I’m serious.” He parked the car and turned to you, his expression softening. “Look, I just don’t want you to come out of this even more hurt. Be careful, okay?”

You nodded, took a deep breath, and stepped out of the car

The moment you walked in, it hit you. The faint scent of lavender from the air freshener he insisted on using, the familiar arrangement of furniture you once picked out together.

And there he was, standing near the kitchen counter, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans.

He looked the same and yet different. His hair was longer, brushing against his cheekbones, and his posture seemed more guarded, as though he was bracing himself for something.

“You’re late,” he said, his voice flat,

“Traffic,” you lied, though you’d been sitting in Mingyu’s car for ten minutes, trying to summon the courage to walk in.

He gestured toward the table. “Let’s just get this over with.”

You swallowed hard, sitting down across from him. The table felt like a chasm between you, one filled with unspoken words and unresolved tension.

You picked up the pen and scanned the document, signing your name with quick, decisive strokes.

“Your turn,” you said, pushing the papers toward him

He picked up the pen but hesitated, his fingers tightening around it. “You sure about this?” he asked, his voice quieter now

You blinked, taken aback. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

He looked at you then, really looked at you, and for a brief moment, you saw something flicker in his eyes.

Regret, maybe, or longing.

But it was gone as quickly as it came.

“No reason,” he muttered, signing his name and sliding the papers back to you

As you collected your things, you couldn’t help but blurt out, “Why didn’t you just send these through the landlord? Why call me?”

He froze, his hand lingering on the edge of the table. “Figured it’d be faster this way.”

“Faster,” you repeated, your voice laced with bitterness. “Right.”

And with that, you walked out, the sound of the door closing behind you echoing in your chest.

You walked out of that apartment feeling more hollow than you expected. Mingyu was waiting for you outside, leaning against the car with a knowing look.

“Well?”

“Done,” you said simply, sliding into the passenger seat

“That’s it?” Mingyu pressed, eyebrows raised

“What else did you expect?” you snapped, feeling the weight of his gaze.

“I don’t know—maybe something real? Did he even say anything?”

“No.”

Mingyu sighed deeply but didn’t push further, starting the car in silence.

Later that evening, Jeonghan found himself sitting in Seungcheol’s apartment, nursing a can of beer. Seungcheol was sprawled out on the couch across from him, his arms crossed, a disapproving frown etched onto his face.

“You’re an idiot,” Seungcheol said bluntly

Jeonghan rolled his eyes. “Nice to see you too.”

“No, I’m serious. You saw her today, didn’t you?”

Jeonghan took a sip of his beer, avoiding his best friend’s gaze.

“Yeah.”

“And?”

“And nothing. We signed the papers. It’s done.”

Seungcheol let out a frustrated groan, sitting up. “You can’t keep doing this, man. You can’t keep pretending like you don’t care.”

“It’s not that simple, Seungcheol.”

“Isn’t it? You broke up with her because you thought she’d be better off without you. Fine. Stupid reason, but fine. But do you really think she’s better off now? Because from where I’m sitting, it looks like you’re both miserable.”

“I thought I was doing the right thing,” Jeonghan muttered, running a hand through his hair.

“And now?” Seungcheol pressed, leaning forward. “What do you think now?”

Jeonghan didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stared down at the beer in his hand, his thoughts a jumbled mess. “I don’t know,” he admitted finally. “I don’t know if I can fix it.”

“Of course you can,” Seungcheol said, his tone softening. “But only if you stop being a coward and actually talk to her. Tell her the truth. Tell her how you feel.”

Jeonghan looked up at his friend, doubt and hope warring in his eyes. “You think she’d even listen?”

Seungcheol smirked. “She loved you once, didn’t she? That doesn’t just go away.”

A week later, Jeonghan finally worked up the courage to text you. His message was simple, almost tentative, yet it carried the weight of everything he had left unsaid.

Jeonghan: “Can we talk?”

You stared at the screen for what felt like forever, your thumb hovering over the keyboard. A dozen responses ran through your mind, but none of them felt right.

Finally, you typed back, trying to mask the emotions threatening to surface.

You: “What’s there to talk about?”

His response came almost instantly, as though he had been waiting for yours.

Jeonghan: “Everything.”

You told yourself you shouldn’t go. That it wouldn’t change anything. But against your better judgment, you agreed to meet him. He chose the café where you had your first date—an unmistakable choice that sent a pang through your chest. Did he still remember the way he held your hand across that very table, the way he laughed when you nervously spilled your coffee?

When you arrived, he was already there, sitting at a corner table with a coffee in front of him. His hair, longer now, fell into his eyes as he glanced up and met your gaze. He stood quickly, his nervous energy radiating across the room.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice careful, as if afraid he might scare you off.

“Hi,” you replied, sitting across from him and clasping your hands together tightly on the table.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The air between you was thick with tension, memories hanging unspoken in the space between.

“Thanks for coming,” he finally said, breaking the silence. He ran a hand through his hair, a habit you recognized from years of knowing him. “I wasn’t sure you would.”

“Why am I here, Jeonghan?” you asked, your tone more impatient than you intended. “What do you want?”

He flinched slightly but didn’t back down.

“I wanted to see you. To say what I should have said months ago.”

“And what’s that?” You raised an eyebrow

He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours with a vulnerability you hadn’t seen in him in a long time. “I made a mistake. Breaking up with you—it was the biggest mistake of my life.”

“You don’t get to say that now. Not after everything.”

“I know,” he said quickly, his voice tinged with desperation. “And I don’t expect you to forgive me right away. But I need you to know the truth. I thought I was doing what was best for you. I thought… I don’t know, I thought I was holding you back. That you deserved more than me. And instead of talking to you about it, I ran. Like a coward.”

Your throat tightened as his words sank in. “You decided for me,” you said, your voice trembling. “You didn’t even give me a choice. You just left.”

His face fell, the guilt in his eyes almost too much to bear. “I know. And I hate myself for it every day. I thought I was protecting you, but I was just selfish. I didn’t want you to resent me for holding you back someday. But I see now that all I did was hurt you... and myself.”

You looked away, blinking back the sting of tears. “

You don’t get to just come back and say that like it fixes everything. Like it erases the months I spent trying to figure out what I did wrong.”

“I’m not trying to erase anything,” he said, leaning forward, his voice cracking. “I know I can’t. I just… I couldn’t stay silent anymore. I couldn’t keep pretending I’m okay without you.”

A tear slipped down your cheek despite your best efforts to stay composed. You quickly wiped it away, but he noticed. “Why now?” you asked. “Why are you saying this now?”

He hesitated, his hands gripping the edge of the table. “Because I can’t live like this anymore. Seungcheol’s been on my case for months, telling me I’m an idiot for letting you go. And he’s right. I am an idiot. But I’m also the idiot who loves you—still. Always.”

His confession hung in the air, raw and unguarded. You searched his face, looking for any sign that he wasn’t being sincere, but all you saw was the Jeonghan you used to know. The one who made you laugh until your sides hurt, who memorized your coffee order, who kissed you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

“I don’t know if I can trust you again,” you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. “You broke me, Jeonghan.”

His face crumpled, and he reached across the table, hesitating before his hand hovered over yours. “I know. And I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that you can. If you let me. Please, just let me try.”

The tears you’d been holding back finally spilled over, and you covered your face with your hands. For a long moment, you couldn’t speak, the weight of his words settling over you like a blanket. When you finally looked up, his expression was one of pure hope, tempered by fear.

“What if we’re just setting ourselves up to fail again?” you asked, your voice trembling.

“We won’t,” he said firmly. “Because I’ve learned what it’s like to lose you, and I’m never making that mistake again.”

You let out a shaky breath, your heart warring with your mind. Every logical part of you screamed to walk away, to protect yourself from more heartbreak. But then you looked at him—really looked at him—and saw the man you fell in love with, the man who was baring his soul to you.

Slowly, you nodded. “Okay. I’ll give you a chance. But don’t waste it.”

His face broke into a smile, the kind you hadn’t seen in what felt like forever. “I won’t. I promise.”

Six months later, you and Jeonghan stood side by side in a new apartment, the keys dangling from his fingers.

The walls were bare, the furniture sparse, but it felt like a fresh start.

“You ready?” he asked, turning to you with a grin.

“Ready,” you said, smiling back.

As you stepped inside together, his hand found yours, and for the first time in a long time, everything felt right. This wasn’t about starting over; it was about moving forward—together.

[giggly-squiggily]

OMG HEYYY HAD THIS ONE SITTING IN MY HEAD FOR A WHILE ler!todoroki x lee!deku with 'i guess you leave me no choice' and 'whats wrong?I'm not doing anything'

{Puffs are now CLOSED!}

EHEHEHEH Tododeku!!! My heart- my soul- my entire being!!! I love them so much your honor! I've gotcha covered, friend! :D

CW: foot tickles

“Shoto?” Midoriya was shaking him. “Are you awake? I had thoughts.”

Now- Todoroki wouldn’t usually mind entertaining his boyfriend’s early morning thoughts. He loved the way his mind worked, and it usually ended in something very sweet. However- the pillows today just felt so good, and he’d been with Midoriya long enough to tell he wasn’t seeking comfort.

Instead of making it known he was awake, he carried on pretending to sleep. He would soon learn to regret his decision.

“I can tell you’re awake. Hey- Shoto.” More gentle pokes and nudges- he was struggling not to smile now. “I can see your lips twitching! Are you- AH! Are you ignoring me?” Midoriya sounded so theatrically upset it nearly broke him right then and there. “Oh- so that’s how it is, huh? Fine. You leave me no choice.”

What? Todoroki didn’t know what that meant, or how to feel as Midoriya seemed to crawl out of bed. Oops, maybe he pushed it too far. He should-

“GEhehehehehehe! Nohohohohohoho!”

“Oh, so now you’re awake?” Midoriya asked, a laugh in his voice as his fingers attacked Todoroki’s socked soles. “What’s wrong? I’m not doing anything- just sitting here. Alone. Ignored!”

“Ehehehhahaha! Ihiihihzuku! Pleahahhahse!” Todoroki flailed about, arching and tangling himself up in the sheets as his boyfriend carried on tickling him. This was a mistake- a huge mistake! Why did he think it was smart to ignore him? Not with his feet in such a vulnerable position! “Bahahhahahby, I’m shahahhahrry! I’m shahahhahahrry, pleahahahhase stohohohop!”

“Oh? Are you really sorry for ignoring me? Truly?” Midoriya grinned back at him, sticking his tongue out playfully as he focused his efforts into the bad spot below his toes. “If you are, say you love me!”

“I lhoohohohove you! I lohohohohove you sohoohhooho muhuhuhuch, ahahahhahaha!” Todoroki cried out, cheeks red and belly hurting from how hard he was laughing. Finally- only then the tickles ended. Midoriya’s face appeared not long after, eyes warm as he gently tugged the sheets loose. “Oohohokay..whahat are your thohohohughts?”

“Hmm..you know? I kinda forgot.” Midoriya grinned, squealing with mirth when Todoroki jumped him. Soon the room was filled with fresh laughter, this time the other boys.

He’d remember his thoughts eventually.

[pdriesta]

CHAPTER EIGHT

“even when it’s bad, i love you”

pairing — trentxblack!girl

genre — angst, angst and more angst

word count — 7.7k

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 am so sorry for disppearing! life is lifing but i've been sitting on the next two chapters and wanted to make sure it was perfect. i hope you enjoy!

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trent went still, his eyes widening as he processes her words. he blinks, a mix of surprise and elation washing over him, the weight of her declaration hanging in the air, thick with possibility.

trent gazed at y/n, the soft light of the room casting a warm glow on her features, and for a moment, he felt overwhelmed by the enormity of what was unfolding between them. he wasn’t sure if he would ever feel enough” for her—not the way she deserved. his heart raced with the weight of his insecurities, but as he watched her smile, something shifted within him. she had this remarkable ability to draw out the best parts of him, to make him believe that he could be more than he ever thought possible. her love wrapped around him like a comforting blanket, coaxing him to embrace his flaws and insecurities, teaching him to love himself in a way he never imagined he could. it was an incredible gift, one that left him feeling vulnerable yet exhilarated. trent knew that the road ahead wouldn’t be easy, but with her by his side, he felt a flicker of hope—a belief that together they could face anything, and maybe, just maybe, he could finally be the man she believed him to be. 

he blinks, a mix of surprise and elation washing over him, the weight of her declaration hanging in the air, thick with possibility. he had dreamed of this moment for what felt like an eternity—hoping, wishing, longing for the day she would share his vision of a future together. and now, here she was, his beautiful partner, offering him everything he had ever wanted.

“wait— you’re serious?” he asks, disbelief lacing his tone. the breath catches in his throat, the gravity of her words washing over him like a wave, as if the world outside had faded away, leaving just the two of them suspended in this precious moment.

her gaze holds his, steady and sincere, and he feels a warmth bloom in his chest, a rush of emotions that makes his heart race. he’s been waiting for this for so long, and now that it’s finally happening, he struggles to wrap his mind around the reality of it. all the uncertainty, the doubts, the worries about whether they were ready for this next step—every fear he had ever harbored fades away, replaced by the overwhelming joy of her commitment.

“yeah,” she replies, her heart pounding in her chest as she leans in closer, urgency lacing her words. “i already spoke to my family and yours. they’re all on board, ready to come for a wedding.”

“really?” he breathes, the excitement flickering in his eyes. it was as if the whole world had shifted, tilting toward a bright new horizon.

“really,” she confirms, her smile widening. “it just feels right, trent. especially with the twins on the way. i don’t want to wait. i want to start our family as husband and wife.”

he looks at her, his brow furrowing slightly as a tinge of worry flashes across his face. “but what if you regret it?” the words tumble from him, heavy with concern. “this is a big decision, y/n. what if you wake up one day and think—”

“i won’t,” she interrupts softly, placing a gentle finger against his lips to hush his worries. “i’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. i love you, and i want to do this with you.”

with that, y/n shifts, sitting in his lap, the warmth of her body grounding him amidst the whirlwind of emotions. trent instinctively wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the rapid beat of her heart against his chest. he can’t help but gaze into her eyes, the sincerity in her gaze making it hard to doubt her.

“you’re sure?” he asks again, wanting to absorb every detail of this moment. “because once we do this… it’s forever.”

“i know,” she replies, her voice soft but resolute. “i’ve thought about this, trent. you’re my person. you always have been. we’ve already built so much together, and this just feels like the next step.”

as she sits in his lap, their bodies perfectly aligned, trent feels the heat radiating from her skin. he can't help but lightly nibble at her neck, playfully teasing her as he whispers, “sneaky girl, you’ve been planning this, haven’t you? you want to be my wife that bad?”

y/n giggles, her breath hitching as he kisses up her neck, each soft press of his lips igniting a warmth that spreads through her. “maybe,” she teases back, tilting her head slightly to give him better access, feeling utterly alive in this moment. 

“it’s a big leap, you know,” he murmurs against her skin, his voice low and filled with playful mischief. “are you really ready to take on all that responsibility? being married to me?”

“it’ll be an adventure, and i wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else,” she says, her voice barely a whisper, her heart racing as she feels the intoxicating thrill of their connection. “i mean, who else could handle my chaos?”

“oh, you’re chaotic, alright,” he chuckles, pulling back slightly to meet her gaze, the intensity of his affection evident in his eyes. “but that’s what makes you so special.”

“and you love it,” she challenges, raising an eyebrow as she leans closer, their noses almost touching. 

“i really do,” he admits, his voice softening. “more than anything.” 

the weight of her words settles between them, wrapping them in a cocoon of shared dreams and hopes. his heart swells with emotion, and he takes a moment to breathe her in, the scent of her shampoo, the warmth of her skin beneath his hands.

“so, when do we do this?” he asks, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. “are we running off to vegas next?”

y/n laughs softly, her cheeks flushing with warmth. “not quite, but soon. i think we could still try to have a traditional wedding. a small ceremony, maybe just our family, and then we can plan something later down the line. i don’t want the stress of a big wedding right now.”

“that sounds perfect,” he replies, his voice filled with warmth. “but let’s be real; we’re going to need a proper party for everyone to celebrate. i want to shout from the rooftops that you’re mine.”

“oh, so you’re planning a big reception after, huh?” she teases, nudging him playfully.

“only the best for my wife,” he smirks, clearly pleased with the idea. “but we’ll figure it all out together.”

in that moment, as they sit wrapped in each other’s arms, the future no longer felt daunting but filled with potential. they were embarking on a new journey, one that would forever change their lives. they knew it wouldn’t always be easy, but as long as they had each other, everything would be alright.

y/n leaned back slightly, looking into trent's eyes with a playful glint. “so, what do you think? do you want to be my husband, trent alexander-arnold?”

he chuckled, shaking his head in mock disbelief. “i’m not sure if i’m ready for all that responsibility. i mean, i can barely take care of myself most days!”

“you’ll be fine,” she assured him, laughing at his playful demeanor. “besides, you’ll have me to keep you in line.”

“ah, so that’s your plan,” he grinned. “keep me in check and then boss me around with your new last name?”

“absolutely,” she teased, feeling the warmth of happiness radiate between them. “and you wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“i don’t think i would,” he murmured, pulling her closer again, their laughter fading into comfortable silence as they savored the moment. it was just the two of them, the promise of forever stretching out before them, the love between them deepening with each shared heartbeat.

“are you sure it’s not just because of the mind-blowing sex we just had?” he teases, a playful grin spreading across his face as he lightly nibbles at her neck, savoring the soft taste of her skin. “because, honestly, you might just be a little too caught up in the moment.” 

he pulls back slightly, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he gazes into hers, searching for a hint of doubt. “i mean, how could you resist wanting to be my wife after all this?” he adds with a wink, his voice dropping to a suggestive whisper that sends shivers down her spine. 

“oh please,” she replies, rolling her eyes playfully while trying to suppress a grin. “if anything, it just made me realize how much I want you by my side for everything—especially when our twins come into the world.” she leans in closer, a teasing sparkle in her eyes. “besides, can you blame me? being with you is nothing short of addictive.”

she shifts slightly in his lap, feeling the warmth radiating from his body, and brushes her fingers lightly against his jawline, savoring the intimacy of the moment. “this isn’t just a spur-of-the-moment decision. i’ve thought about it a lot. we’ve been through so much together, and i want to make it official. i want to be your wife, trent.”

her gaze locks onto his, sincere and unwavering. “this isn’t just about the amazing sex—though, let’s be real, it certainly doesn’t hurt,” she adds with a flirtatious smile, biting her lip as she continues. “it’s about you, me, and our family. i want us to be a team in every way possible.” 

as she speaks, she watches the emotions play across his face—surprise, joy, and a hint of disbelief. it’s as if she can see the wheels turning in his head, and the realization washes over her that they are standing on the brink of something monumental together.

the atmosphere is thick with flirtation, and his teasing only serves to heighten the tension between them, igniting the playful chemistry that had always defined their relationship. trent’s heart races not just from the adrenaline of their earlier passion but from the intoxicating thought of her wanting to share her life with him, forever.

the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow over the bedroom. y/n sat cross-legged on the bed, her back resting against trent’s chest as he held her close, his arms wrapped loosely around her growing bump. a thick bridal catalogue rested on her lap, its pages filled with designs, vendors, and inspiration she’d spent months curating long before her pregnancy.

she flipped through the pages slowly, her fingers tracing the edges of images and handwritten notes in the margins. her dream wedding had been meticulously planned—the florals, the color scheme, the seating arrangements. it was all there, every detail a testament to how much she’d wanted it to be perfect. but now, as she stared at the carefully crafted plans, a familiar doubt began to creep in.

“it’s a lot, isn’t it?” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “all of this… it’s impossible now.”

trent tightened his hold around her, resting his chin on her shoulder. “what do you mean, impossible?” he asked, his voice warm and steady. “we’ve got this.”

she let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “trent, look at it,” she said, gesturing toward the pages. “this isn’t something we can just throw together in a couple of weeks. i know i said i can't bear the stress of a big wedding roight now but i wanted everything to be perfect—this was supposed to be my dream wedding. but now, with the twins and the time crunch and everything else…” she trailed off, her words caught in the knot of emotion forming in her throat.

he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, his voice low and soothing. “baby, it’s still your dream wedding. just because things are different doesn’t mean it can’t be perfect.”

she tilted her head back slightly, glancing up at him with a doubtful expression. “how are we even going to pull this off? we don’t have time to book half of these vendors, and my dress—”

“stop,” he interrupted gently, turning her face toward his with a soft hand on her cheek. “let me worry about the logistics, yeah? all i need you to do is tell me what you want—what’s important to you—and i’ll take care of the rest.”

she bit her lip, her fingers idly flipping another page. “you make it sound so simple.”

“it is simple,” he said with a small smile, taking the catalogue from her hands and setting it aside. “this is about you, y/n. about us. i don’t care if we have to pull together every favor, every contact, or fly in every vendor. i’ll do whatever it takes to make this day what you dreamed of.”

her eyes softened as she looked at him, her hands coming to rest on top of his where they framed her bump. “you’re really going to take the book?” she teased, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips.

he grinned, reaching for the catalogue and holding it up like it was the key to a great mission. “consider it my blueprint,” he said. “i’ll even color-code it if i have to.”

she laughed softly, leaning back into his chest, her doubts momentarily quieted by his confidence. “what did i do to deserve you?”

trent kissed her temple, his voice filled with nothing but love. “more like what did i do to deserve you? just trust me, baby. your dream wedding’s gonna happen, and it’s going to be beautiful. i promise.”

as they sat there, surrounded by the remnants of her carefully laid plans, she felt a flicker of hope. trent’s unwavering determination made her believe, just for a moment, that maybe—just maybe—it would all come together.

the boutique had a cozy charm, its walls lined with soft blush and cream tones, creating a tranquil yet luxurious atmosphere. chandeliers cast a warm glow over racks of gowns that shimmered under the light, each one more beautiful than the last. the faint sound of classical music played in the background, soothing and elegant, as y/n walked in with her group.

her mom held her arm, squeezing it gently, while trent’s mom, dianne, followed close behind, her excitement palpable. malik strolled in with a teasing grin, his girlfriend, kiara, playfully nudging him to behave. but y/n’s focus was stolen the moment she spotted her best friend, imani, standing near the seating area, a wide smile on her face.

“imani!” y/n gasped, her voice trembling as tears sprang to her eyes. she closed the distance between them in seconds, pulling her friend into a tight embrace. 

“oh my god, y/n,” imani whispered, her voice cracking as she clung to her. “look at you. you’re glowing.”

y/n laughed through her tears, her hands gripping imani’s shoulders tightly. “i missed you so much. i can’t believe you’re here.”

“as if i’d miss this,” imani said, pulling back just enough to look at her properly, tears glistening in her own eyes. “trent wasn’t taking no for an answer. he wanted today to be perfect for you.”

those words brought a fresh wave of emotion, and y/n wiped at her face, overwhelmed. “he’s amazing. i just… i can’t believe he did this.”

“he loves you,” imani said simply, her gaze soft and knowing. “and honestly? i’ve never been prouder of you. you’ve been through so much, but look at where you are now. you and trent? you were always meant to be.”

y/n’s throat tightened, her heart swelling at the love in her friend’s words. she nodded, unable to speak, and hugged her again, savoring the moment.

“alright, alright,” malik interrupted, his tone teasing as he wiped at his own suspiciously glassy eyes. “are we here to cry or find my sister a dress?”

y/n laughed, sniffling as she turned to face him. “i don’t know, malik. you look like you’re about to cry more than anyone else.”

“me? never,” malik said, but his voice cracked just enough to betray him. kiara burst out laughing, wrapping an arm around his waist.

“he’s been holding it in since we got here,” kiara teased, earning an exaggerated eye roll from malik. 

“okay, lets give malik a break considering he’s already a mess,” y/n said with a smile, though her voice was still thick with emotion. “let’s get started.”

the consultant led them into a spacious fitting room, the plush couch and elegant decor setting the stage. the group settled in, their energy a mix of excitement and anticipation. y/n’s mom and dianne were already exchanging whispers about their predictions for the perfect dress, while imani sat forward, her eyes sparkling with eagerness.

the first dress was lovely but didn’t feel like her. the second was closer, but still, something was missing. when she stepped into the third dress, a soft gasp escaped her lips as she looked at herself in the mirror. 

the dress was nothing like her original dream gown, yet it felt perfect. the lace detailing hugged her growing bump gracefully, the fabric flowing like water around her. it was elegant, timeless, and felt like it had been made just for this moment.

she hesitated before stepping out, nervous about their reactions. but the moment she did, the room went completely silent. 

her mom’s hand flew to her mouth, tears spilling down her cheeks. dianne let out a quiet “oh my goodness,” already dabbing at her eyes with a tissue. malik’s jaw dropped, and he quickly looked away, rubbing at his eyes. kiara leaned against him, her own smile watery. 

and then there was imani, who stood up slowly, her hands covering her mouth as she whispered, “y/n… you’re stunning.”

the weight of their reactions hit her like a tidal wave. tears spilled over as she turned fully to face them. “do you really think so?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“think so?” malik choked out, his voice unsteady. “sis, you look perfect. if trent doesn’t cry when he sees you, i’ll personally—” 

“he’s already cried,” dianne interjected with a knowing laugh, cutting him off. 

“malik, stop,” y/n said, though she couldn’t stop her laugh, even as tears streamed down her face.

her mom stepped forward, cupping her face gently. “you’re beautiful, my love,” she said softly. “trent’s going to be speechless.”

the mention of trent brought a fresh wave of emotion. “can i borrow someone’s phone?” she asked, her voice cracking. imani handed her phone over immediately, and y/n quickly facetime’d trent. 

“hey, baby,” he greeted with a warm smile, though his expression quickly turned concerned when he saw her tear-streaked face. “what’s wrong? are you okay?”

she shook her head quickly, wiping at her eyes. “i’m okay,” she assured him, her voice trembling. “i just… i love you so much. i can’t wait to marry you.”

trent’s smile softened, and his eyes glistened as he leaned closer to the camera. “you’re trying to make me cry, aren’t you?” he teased gently.

she laughed, sniffling as she looked down. “maybe a little,” she admitted.

���whatever you’re wearing, i know you look stunning,” he said, his voice full of affection. “i can’t wait to see you walk down that aisle.”

her tears flowed freely now, the love in his words overwhelming her. “you’re going to love it,” she promised softly.

“i already love you, and that’s all that matters,” he replied.

the call ended with both of them a little teary-eyed, and y/n handed the phone back to imani with a grateful smile. turning back to the group, she found herself overwhelmed by the love and support surrounding her.

“this is it,” her mom said, nodding toward the dress. “this is the one.”

and for the first time in weeks, y/n felt the same.

the morning began quietly, the soft light of dawn spilling into the spacious bedroom. trent moved carefully, not wanting to disturb y/n as she slept curled on her side, her hands instinctively cradling her growing belly. he leaned down, pressing a featherlight kiss to her temple, his lips lingering as he whispered, “i’ll be back soon, baby. i love you”

y/n stirred faintly, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks but not fully waking. trent smiled to himself, brushing a stray braid from her face before grabbing his bag and heading out for the day. today’s errands were important—coordinating with vendors, finalizing the details for their wedding. it was all coming together, and while the weight of responsibility hung heavily on his shoulders, he was determined to make everything perfect for her.

when he returned hours later, the house was warm with the soft hum of laughter. trent paused at the doorway, his gaze landing on y/n and imani lounging on the couch, bridal magazines scattered around them. y/n’s head tilted back as she laughed, her cheeks glowing with happiness. the sight eased the tightness in his chest, reminding him why all the effort was worth it.

trent crouched down beside y/n, his warm hand resting on her belly as he asked softly, “you’ve been good while i’ve been out?”  

y/n tilted her head, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “you know i love when you boss me around,” she teased, her voice full of mischief.  

trent raised an eyebrow, leaning closer. “is that right?” his lips brushed her neck, leaving a soft kiss that sent shivers through her.  

but just as quickly as it started, he pulled back, leaving y/n pouting dramatically. “that’s it? just one little kiss? what a tease,” she whined, crossing her arms.  

imani laughed from the other side of the couch, flipping a page in the bridal magazine she’d been perusing. “y/n, you’re the definition of insatiable. give the man a break—he’s already out here planning the wedding of the century and keeping you in line.”  

y/n stuck her tongue out at her friend. “says the woman who’s been married for a year now and still blushes when her husband calls her ‘jagi.’”  

trent’s brows shot up in curiosity, glancing between the two women. “wait, that’s what dohyun calls you? what does it mean?”  

imani blushed, waving him off. “mind your business. just know it’s cute, and we’re happy.”  

y/n grinned, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of her mug. “i still can’t believe you got hitched so quickly after moving. i mean, it broke my heart when you made the move permanent, but seeing you this happy? it’s worth it.”  

“don’t get all sentimental on me now,” imani teased, though her eyes softened. “besides, you’re the one with the twins on the way. Wwy are you out to get me next?”  

y/n smirked. “oh, i don’t know. I can’t wait for you and dohyun to have a kid. the twins could use some cousins.”  

imani laughed, holding up her hands in mock surrender. “oh, don’t put that on me just because you got knocked up! my students are my kids, thank you very much.” she paused, grinning wickedly. “or maybe i’ll just steal one of yours.”  

trent, who had been listening with an amused expression, shrugged dramatically. “honestly, i might let you. twins are a lot of work.”  

y/n gasped, swatting his arm. “traitor!”  

imani cackled, leaning back against the couch. “see? even trent’s on my side.”  

the conversation turned as imani’s mischievous gaze settled on y/n. “but really, let’s talk about your brother. malik’s been with kiara since they were what? fifteen? and he still hasn’t put a ring on her finger?”  

y/n laughed, shaking her head. “i know, right? they’re practically married already. but i’m not about to tell them to have kids. my parents barely survived the shock of me being pregnant out of wedlock. they’d keel over if malik tried the same.”  

imani smirked. “well, someone’s gotta carry the family legacy. maybe i should talk to kiara instead. she’s probably already got baby names picked out.”  

trent chuckled, his hand finding y/n’s and giving it a squeeze. “you really think your parents would freak out that much?”  

y/n grinned. “let’s just say i’d rather not test the waters.”  

as the laughter settled, trent found himself leaning back, content just to watch y/n and imani interact. their banter, the easy flow of their friendship—it was one of the many things he adored about y/n. she was in her element, surrounded by love and laughter, and it was impossible not to feel at ease in her presence.  

imani eventually stood, stretching. “alright, i should go call dohyun. it’s going to be a long one,” she added suggestively, winking at y/n.  

“gross,” y/n teased, scrunching her nose. “keep it PG, please.”  

“you started it with all the innuendos,” imani shot back, grabbing her phone and heading toward the guest room.  

as the house quieted, trent shifted closer to y/n, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his chest. she melted into him, resting her head against his shoulder with a sigh.  

“you okay?” he asked softly, pressing a kiss to her temple.  

“better than okay,” she murmured, her voice full of affection. “i’m perfect right here.”  

trent smiled, his hand trailing gently over her arm. “you’re all i need, you know that?”  

y/n tilted her head up, her lips brushing his jaw. “and you’re everything to me.”  

they stayed like that, tangled together on the couch, as the warmth of their love wrapped around them like a blanket.  

as they settled deeper into the quiet comfort of the moment, y/n’s voice broke the silence, soft and laced with gratitude. “thank you for bringing imani here, trent. it’s been so good having her around.”  

trent smiled, his hand gently stroking her arm. “you don’t have to thank me for that, love. i knew you’d need her, especially with everything going on. and she’s family to us now.”  

y/n’s eyelids grew heavier, but she forced herself to stay awake just a little longer. “it gets a bit lonely sometimes... when you’re away,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “this big house... it can feel so empty without you.”  

trent’s arms tightened around her, pulling her closer as his heart ached at her words. “i hate being away from you,” he said softly, his voice carrying a mix of regret and love. “but i’m here now, and soon, the babies will be here too. we’ll fill this house with so much love, y/n. i promise.”  

she smiled against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling her closer to sleep. “being in your arms like this… it makes it all better,” she murmured. “and knowing we’ve got our little ones on the way... it’s everything i’ve ever wanted.”  

trent leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “you’ll never have to feel alone, baby. not as long as i’m here. this is just the beginning for us.”  

her breathing slowed, and trent could tell she was drifting off. he stayed still, holding her as her soft words lingered in the air, a quiet promise of the life they were building together.

the soft glow of the bedside lamp bathed the room in a golden hue, catching the sheen of y/n’s oiled skin as she moved, her silk robe barely tied at the waist. it clung loosely to her, teasing glimpses of the curves that had only grown softer and more pronounced with her pregnancy. she stood by the mirror, her hands smoothing the vanilla-scented oil over her belly with tender care. 

trent leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed, fresh from the shower, beads of water still clinging to his curls. his gaze was locked on her, dark and unwavering, the smirk on his lips betraying the thoughts racing through his mind. 

“you’re killing me, you know that?” his voice was low, edged with that teasing rasp that always made her stomach flip. 

y/n glanced at him through the mirror, raising an eyebrow. “killing you? i’m just moisturizing.”  

“exactly,” he muttered, pushing off the doorframe and closing the distance between them in a few easy strides. he stood behind her, his hands lightly resting on her hips as his eyes met hers in the mirror. “you’re standing here, looking like that, and you expect me to behave?”  

she rolled her eyes, trying to suppress a smile. “trent, we’re a week away from the wedding. maybe we should try to follow some traditions, like… i don’t know, abstaining?”  

he blinked, his expression shifting to exaggerated disbelief as he spun her around to face him. “abstaining?” he repeated, his hands sliding to her waist. “you’re seven months pregnant with twins, y/n. i think that ship sailed a long time ago.”  

her laugh was soft, her fingers playfully pushing at his chest. “you know what i mean. we’ve done everything out of order. maybe we should try to get something right.”  

“we are getting something right,” he said, his tone dropping, his hands slipping under the loose folds of her robe to caress her bare skin. “we’re getting married. and you’re having my babies. i don’t need anything else.”  

her breath hitched as his fingers skimmed the curve of her belly, the heat of his touch making her heartbeat quicken. “trent…”  

“hmm?” he murmured, leaning down to press his lips against her neck, the kisses slow and deliberate, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. “you’re saying all these words, but you’re not stopping me.”  

she tried to reply, but her voice faltered as he found that spot on her neck that always made her knees weak. his lips lingered there, his tongue teasing against her skin before he nipped gently, pulling a soft gasp from her lips.  

���baby…” she tried again, her hands instinctively clutching at his shoulders for support.  

“what?” he murmured, pulling back just enough to look at her, his dark eyes full of mischief and something deeper. “you want me to stop?”  

her silence was answer enough. he smirked, leaning down to capture her lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle. it was heated, desperate, as though he was trying to pour every unspoken word into the way his mouth moved against hers.  

her fingers tangled in his damp curls, pulling him closer as the robe slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet. his hands roamed her body, reverent and greedy all at once, tracing every curve and dip with an intimacy that made her breath catch.  

“you’re impossible,” she whispered against his lips, though there was no heat in her words, only a soft laugh that turned into a quiet moan as he kissed her again, deeper this time.  

“and you love it,” he replied, his voice low, his hands anchoring her hips against him. “you’ve got me wrapped around your little finger, and you know it.”  

“you’re ridiculous,” she murmured, but her smile betrayed her as she tilted her head, letting him trail kisses down her jaw, her neck, and lower.  

he chuckled, his lips brushing against her collarbone. “ridiculous about you,” he said, the words melting into her skin.  

they stayed there, wrapped in each other, the teasing forgotten as the kisses grew slower, deeper, each one a reminder of the love they’d built and the life they were about to step into together.

the night before the wedding was a magical blend of celebration and relaxation, a testament to how loved y/n was by everyone around her. the living room of her home had been transformed into a haven of cozy, feminine charm. soft fairy lights twinkled along the walls, fresh white roses and peonies adorned the tables, and a makeshift popcorn bar sat on the kitchen counter, stocked with every topping imaginable. gold and blush balloons with “bride-to-be” written on them floated in the corners, and a towering display of cupcakes and cookies added a sweet touch to the festivities.

imani, ever the thoughtful best friend, had planned everything to perfection. the women in y/n’s life—her mom, trent’s mom, imani, kiara, trent’s sister-in-law, olivia and even baby aura—gathered to celebrate her last night as a “miss.” imani had even arranged for matching silk pajamas embroidered with their names, with “bride” proudly displayed on y/n’s. baby aura waddled around in her own little set, earning coos from everyone as she toddled between laps.

the group started the night with a few lighthearted games. there was a trivia quiz about y/n and trent’s relationship, with kiara winning the prize for remembering the exact date trent had proposed. “malik would forge, but i’ll never forget that call. my girl is gonna be a wife,” she teased, earning a laugh from y/n.

then came the movie marathon, a curated lineup of romantic comedies y/n had loved since she was a teenager. they piled onto the couches and plush rugs, snacking on popcorn and sipping mocktails as laughter and chatter filled the room. imani had even created a “photo booth” corner with props, where the group took silly pictures.

as the night wore on, y/n found herself nestled comfortably on the couch, her belly snug under a soft blanket. her mom sat beside her, stroking her hair, while trent’s mom chatted animatedly with kiara about the wedding preparations. imani, meanwhile, was trying to coax baby aura into saying “bride,” much to everyone’s amusement.

“this is perfect,” y/n murmured, glancing around at her friends and family.

imani leaned over, grinning. “just wait until tomorrow. this is nothing compared to what’s coming.”

the next morning, y/n woke up to the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of soft giggles. opening her eyes, she found her bedroom door slightly ajar, the glow of daylight streaming through.

when she stepped out, the sight before her made her heart swell. the entire downstairs had been decorated overnight, with more flowers, streamers, and a banner that read, “it’s your big day, y/n!” imani stood by the counter, pouring coffee into matching mugs while kiara helped set out a breakfast spread of croissants, fruit, and pastries.

“finally! the bride is awake!” imani announced, rushing over to hug her.

y/n laughed, holding onto her best friend. “imani, you outdid yourself. this is incredible.”

“anything for my best girl,” imani said, stepping back to admire her handiwork.

the morning passed in a blur of love and laughter. the group donned matching robes for their getting-ready session, each embroidered with their roles—“bride,” “matron of honor,” and so on. baby aura had her own tiny robe, which she proudly showed off by waddling in circles.

“you know she’s stealing the show tomorrow, right?” kiara teased as she adjusted y/n’s robe.

“if anyone’s allowed to, it’s her,” y/n replied, grinning.

as they got their hair and makeup done, y/n found herself tearing up more than once. her mom gave a toast, sharing stories of y/n’s childhood and how proud she was of the woman she’d become. trent’s mom chimed in, speaking about how much her son adored y/n and how excited their family was to officially welcome her in.

“don’t you dare ruin your makeup,” imani warned, dabbing at y/n’s tears.

“too late,” y/n sniffled, laughing through her emotions.

by mid-afternoon, the group had transitioned to a more relaxed vibe. kiara and y/n’s mom reminisced about old family vacations, while imani chased baby aura around the living room. y/n found herself sitting on the couch, her belly gently cradled in her hands, overwhelmed with gratitude.

“this is one of the happiest days of my life,” she said softly to imani, who sat beside her.

“and tomorrow will top it,” imani promised, handing her a plate of strawberries.

as the evening rolled around, y/n’s nerves began to kick in. she found herself pacing her bedroom, her phone in hand. she knew trent was at tyler’s house with his groomsmen—malik, tyler, robbo, dom, and a few others. they’d upheld the tradition of keeping the bride and groom apart the night before, but the longing to hear his voice was too much.

she tapped his name, and he answered on the first ring.

“hi, love,” he said, his voice warm and familiar. “how’s my bride-to-be?”

“missing you,” y/n admitted, sitting on the edge of her bed.

trent chuckled. “i miss you more. but hey, it’s tradition, right? makes tomorrow even more special.”

“that’s what everyone keeps saying,” she teased, twirling a strand of her hair. “but right now, i just want to hear your voice.”

“you can do more than that,” he coaxed. “open facetime. come on, baby, just for a second.”

y/n hesitated but eventually gave in. when his face appeared on her screen, her heart fluttered.

“you look beautiful,” he said softly, taking in her bare face and relaxed smile.

“i’m in pajamas, trent,” she laughed.

“doesn’t matter. you’re still the most beautiful woman in the world.”

they talked quietly, sharing details of their days and their excitement for what was to come. trent’s groomsmen occasionally shouted playful comments in the background, making y/n laugh.

“how am i supposed to sleep without you?” y/n whispered, her voice soft and almost shy as she traced patterns on her duvet. her face glowed faintly from the soft lighting of her room, but the longing in her eyes was undeniable.

trent leaned closer to the camera, his expression tender. “just close your eyes, my love,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “tonight is the last night you’ll ever have to fall asleep without me beside you. tomorrow, you’ll wake up, walk down that aisle, and we’ll be married. nothing will keep us apart after that—not ever.”

her lips curled into a faint smile, though her eyes brimmed with unshed tears. “you make it sound so easy.”

“because it is,” trent replied earnestly. “all you have to do is close your eyes and think about us—our life together, our babies, our future. think about how, from tomorrow on, every night, i’ll be holding you. this house won’t feel so empty because we’ll fill it with laughter and love, and you’ll never have to fall asleep alone again.”

she bit her lip, warmth spreading through her chest at his words. “you always know what to say.”

trent chuckled softly, shaking his head. “it’s not hard when it’s the truth.”

she sighed, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment before she opened them again, not ready to let go just yet. “i love you so much, trent. more than i can put into words.”

“and i love you more,” he said, his gaze steady and full of adoration. “now, sleep, my love. dream about us, about tomorrow. when you open your eyes next, you’ll be on your way to becoming mrs. alexander-arnold.”

his words wrapped around her like a warm embrace, and for the first time that night, she felt at peace. “goodnight, trent,” she whispered, her voice tender.

“goodnight, baby. i’ll see you at the altar.”

as the call ended, y/n placed her phone on the nightstand, a serene smile on her face. the room felt a little less empty, her heart a little fuller. she curled up in her bed, clutching the thought of trent’s promise to her chest, and let herself drift into a peaceful sleep filled with dreams of forever.

the soft morning light filtered into the room, casting a golden glow across y/n as she stood before the mirror, her hands resting gently on her belly. the quiet hum of the house preparing for the day’s celebrations barely registered as she took in her reflection. her wedding dress hung on the back of the door, pristine and waiting for her, but y/n couldn’t stop staring at the image in front of her. this was the moment she’d dreamed of, and it was finally here.

she took a deep breath, her hand lightly tracing her growing bump. “we’re almost there, my loves,” she whispered softly, her voice thick with emotion. “you and your daddy are going to make this day even more special.”

her robe, lace and silk, felt soft against her skin as she prepared herself. she kept talking to her babies, almost as if she needed the reassurance herself that everything was about to change in the best possible way.

there was a soft knock on the door, and imani stepped in, holding an envelope in her hand. “here, this one’s from trent,” she said, handing it over with a smile.

y/n carefully opened the envelope, recognizing trent’s handwriting immediately.

my beautiful girl,

the day is finally here. i can’t wait to see you, to call you my wife. i’m so proud of you, proud of everything you’ve done, of the woman you’ve become. i love you more than words can say, and i can’t wait to be with you, forever.

with all my love, your future husband.

y/n’s eyes stung with tears, and she let out a shaky breath, wiping the tears away as she smiled at the note. she was already overwhelmed, but it was impossible to hold back the tears today.

imani grinned, wiping a tear from y/n’s cheek. “girl, you’re making me emotional too.”

y/n chuckled softly, tucking the note into her robe as imani wrapped her arm around her. “he’s going to make me cry all day, isn’t he?”

imani nodded with a wink. “yup, get used to it.”

the morning unfolded in a whirlwind of activity. y/n's house was filled with the laughter and chatter of her bridal party and her family. everyone was busy with last-minute preparations, but y/n found solace in the small moments. a soft kiss on her cheek from her mom as she checked in. little aura running around, too excited to sit still.

as the day went on, aura handed y/n another envelope from trent. y/n smiled at the sight of the familiar handwriting.

my love,

i can’t wait to hold you today, to call you mine forever. i’m counting down the minutes, the seconds, until i get to see you walking toward me at the altar. just know that i love you, and i’ll be waiting, always.

with all my heart, trent.

y/n’s heart fluttered as she looked at the note, feeling more loved than ever.

“thank you, aura,” she whispered, brushing a kiss on the little girl’s head before reading the note again, already getting teary-eyed once more.

later, as the time to get into her dress finally arrived, y/n stood before her mirror, her heart pounding with anticipation. the gown fit perfectly, hugging her curves while gracefully flowing to the floor. she took one last glance at her reflection, her heart racing.

the door creaked open, and y/n’s mother stepped inside first, her hand covering her mouth as her eyes landed on her daughter. for a moment, she didn’t say anything, her breath hitching as she took in the sight before her. y/n stood in the center of the room, radiant in her gown, a vision of grace and beauty. the delicate lace hugged her figure perfectly, the soft train pooling at her feet. her veil cascaded over her shoulders like a whisper, framing her glowing face.

“oh, my baby,” her mother whispered, her voice thick with emotion. her hand trembled as she brought it to her chest, her tears falling freely now.

y/n’s lips wobbled as she tried to hold herself together. “mama,” she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of years of love, shared moments, and the comfort only a mother can bring.

“you’re beautiful,” her mother said, stepping closer, her eyes scanning every detail of her daughter. “so, so beautiful.”

“thank you,” y/n whispered, her throat tightening as she fought the tears threatening to spill. “mama, don’t start. you’re going to make me cry.”

before her mother could reply, the door opened wider, and her father walked in. his footsteps faltered, his gaze locking on y/n. his usually steady composure crumbled in an instant.

“oh, god,” he muttered, blinking rapidly as his eyes glistened. “that’s my baby girl.”

y/n let out a soft laugh, though her voice wavered. “daddy, don’t you start, too.”

her father ignored her teasing, stepping forward. he stopped just shy of her, his hands shaking slightly as he reached out to touch her arms. “y/n, you... you look...” he paused, his voice cracking. “you look beautiful, sweetheart.”

her mother moved to her side, placing a gentle hand on y/n’s back. together, the two of them gazed at their daughter as though she were the most precious thing in the world.

“we’ve imagined this day for so long,” her mother said, wiping at her cheeks with a tissue. “but nothing could’ve prepared us for how perfect you’d look.”

y/n’s laughter bubbled out, light and airy, an attempt to ease the heavy emotions threatening to overwhelm the room. “you two are going to ruin my makeup before i even get to the aisle!”

her father chuckled through his tears, pulling her into a careful hug. “it’s a father’s right to cry when his baby girl gets married,” he murmured.

when he stepped back, he took both of her hands in his, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity she’d only ever seen when he was truly moved. “y/n, i’ve watched you grow into this incredible woman—strong, kind, and full of love. and when you came to us all those months ago, unsure, scared... i knew in my heart that you and trent would find your way. i’ve seen the way he loves you. his love for you is written all over his face, in every action, in every word.”

her lip trembled as she nodded, unable to speak.

“you two were meant for each other,” her father continued. “your souls are one. and these little ones you’re carrying,” he added, his eyes flickering to her belly, “are proof of that love. they’re proof that no matter the trials, no matter the doubts, love always wins.”

y/n’s tears spilled over now, and she hastily wiped at them, laughing through the sobs. “you’re going to make me ruin my makeup!”

her mother chuckled, stepping in to embrace her. “oh, sweetheart. you’ve always been our joy, and today, you’re our pride.”

her father placed a hand on her shoulder as her mother pulled away, both of them gazing at her like she was their whole world.

“thank you,” y/n whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. “thank you both for everything.”

her father kissed her cheek, his voice a little unsteady. “let’s go make you a wife, princess.”

before they turned to leave, y/n paused, placing her hands on her belly. her parents watched as she whispered softly, her voice tender and full of promise. “we’re almost there, my loves. your daddy’s waiting for us. and tomorrow, we’ll all be together, forever.”

her mother squeezed her arm, her eyes shimmering with love, while her father exhaled deeply, his shoulders squared as if anchoring himself in the moment.

and when imani’s voice called softly from the door, letting them know it was time, y/n nodded. her father offered his arm, her mother smoothing the veil one last time.

“ready, princess?” her father asked.

y/n met their eyes, her heart swelling with gratitude and love. “i’ve never been more ready.”

and with that, they walked out together, the day she’d dreamed of finally unfolding before her.

© PDRIESTA 2024

[shima-draws]

Actually genuinely started crying when Luffy almost said he wanted Usopp off the ship and then Sanji interrupted and yelled at him. What the hell. This shit is so sad what the FUCK bro

[zoennes]

30 NOVEMBER, 2019 • ZATERDAG, 09:41

[mxwhore]

such a horrible day couldnt have ended any other way

[the-golden-dragoness]

Not crying and being guilt ridden again :))))))

[reflectionsofgalaxies]

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[softpine]

whoever the anon is that constantly finds a way to hate on elaine, please stop 😭 you’re entitled to dislike whoever you want, but it’s getting tiring to hear. i don’t want to block you because the other things you say are perfectly reasonable and i would be happy to answer them, but it’s clear at this point that nothing elaine does will satisfy you so i see no point in hashing it out

[vogelmeister]

put in my withdrawal from this show and it feels like i just shot myself in the foot