#19 with Trent Seven? Maybe he's super stubborn about carrying something heavy but ends up accidentally dropping it?
Prompt: “Yeah, you’re right. You don’t need me.”
A/N: I have been hit with the Trent feels, like so hardcore. So I have a Trent fic in the works. I’m still gonna be writing these, fear not.
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There was a loud crash. You sat, bolt upright, panting. There is someone in the house. You were suppose to be all alone. No one else was suppose to be in the house with you. Slowly, you got up out of bed, grabbing the bat Trent gave you when you moved into this place together. Trying to make your steps as light as possible, you padded your way over to the door to your bedroom. Thank God you kept the door opened a crack to let your cat wonder around. You wedged your finger in the little space and pulled the door open.
There was a large figure huddled over something on the floor. Their outline was barely visible in the pitch black darkness. Immediately, your thoughts jumped to a horror movie and to the fact that crazy axe murderers always killed the pets. Your hands were starting to shake. The man was much bigger than you. He could very easily overpower you. But Trent had taught you basic self defense, also, you had a bat. Swallowing thickly, you crept up behind the man.
Then you noticed something strange. Your cat was winding herself around the person’s legs, purring loudly. There was also something familiar about the way the person was standing. A noticeable hunch at his shoulders. Then an all too familiar scent hit your nose. It was a scent you associated with intimate looks and soft kisses in the morning.
Your fingers slightly fumbled, but you finally found the light switch and flipped it on.
Trent jumped, looking around. “Y/n! What are you doing up!?” You leaned the bat up against the wall next to you, Trent’s eyes following it. With a little huff, you put your hands on your hips.
“Trent,” you say, annoyed, “you dropped something. It was loud. It woke me up.” Trent looked at you apologetically.
“I didn’t mean to wake you love,” he mumbles.
“Well I’m up now. Anyways, what the hell were you doing?” Trent blushes slightly, shifting over to cover up a large cardboard box behind him.
“Nothing.” You glared at him. “I can do it myself,” he says, trying to shoo you away, “I got this. Go back to sleep love.”
“Yeah, you’re right. You don’t need me,” you say, rolling your eyes as you turn, walking slowly back into your room. When you woke up again, this time of your own accord and not because your boyfriend dropped something, you noticed something strange. In your room, there was a large storage shelves framing around your TV. It was something you always wanted. But there was something else. On all the shelves, are pictures of you and Trent. There are flowers, your favorite candles, and other little gifts and trinkets. In large, wood letters were words you never thought you would see.
In the space, was a little box. “T-trent,” you mumble shaking him awake next to you. Trent groaned and sat up. “Wh-whats this…?” You ask, faintly gesturing to the letters.
“Oh shit,” Trent cursed. “I meant to make you breakfast in bed..damn it.”
“T-trent,” you whisper, getting onto his lap. He smiles back, a little shyly.
“What do you s-” before he could even finish, you were kissing him. He kissed back deeply, his moustache scraping against your lips. You only pulled away when it was absolutely needed.
“Yes,” you gasped, “always yes.”