#daria imagine

[dragonslayer-5fanfiction]

Trent Lane x Reader

Okay, I've been meaning to out this out, but it's never been 100% to my liking. So I decided screw it, and I'm gonna put it out and maybe go back and fix it later. Edited, and edited, and edited.

My family had just moved to Lawndale, and I came down to spend time with them. I had just finished my Associates in Parapsychology, and got a job at a local newspaper. After finishing the associates, I decided to take a break from school, a little worn out. I am currently moving all of my stuff into my new room, and while everyone was unpacking their things, I headed out to explore our new town. In all of my wandering I made my way into a dingy basement full of punk- alt bands and people. The current band playing is called Mystik Spiral. They weren’t awful, but they weren’t necessarily good either. My eyes scanned the members of the band and I lingered on the lead singer. His hair was messy and he had tattoos dancing across his arms. He caught my eye and winked at me. The heat flushed up my body, before dancing brightly across my cheeks. I bit my lip and smiled, not being able to look away. Eventually the embarrassment won out and I looked away. Their set finished soon after, but my eyes stayed glued to my shoes.

“Hey.” A raspy voice pulled my attention from my shoes.

“Hey.” I responded rubbing my arm awkwardly.

“What did you think of our set?”

“It was good. A nice change from what I’m used to.” I smiled at the end, throwing him a wink. He chuckled.

“Trent.”

“Charlie.”

“Wanna get a bite to eat?” He asked, pointing behind him to the door.

“Sure.” I shrugged my shoulders. He smiled and I followed him out of the basement and out to where his bandmates were waiting. We made introductions on our way to a pizza place. Trent and I stayed out later than his bandmates, talking for hours. Eventually he drove me home and it was so late I had to sneak in. This is how the next few weeks went, us going out one or two nights a week, staying out late, and sneaking back in. Some nights I even just watch them practise while eating the food they ordered. Tonight though we found ourselves in his room just hanging out.

“So tell me about your family.” Trent prodded. I snorted, falling back onto his bed. He turned his head to look at me.

“Okay, so my parents are tightly wound, and somewhat distant. I'm the oldest of three. My next sister is a few years younger than me. She’s sarcastic, bleak, and sometimes a little too pessimistic. She’s honest though so…” I shrugged my shoulders, as I trailed off. “Then, I have my youngest sister. She is something else entirely. She’s popular, self-absorbed, but she’s also caring and pretty. Her priorities are just different from me and my other sister.” I sighed running my hand through my hair. “So really when it comes down to it, I’m the middle ground between the two of them.”

“Wow.” He drew out.

“Yeah.” I let out a sigh and sat up so I was closer to him. We just sat there in silence, before there was a knock on his door.

“Yeah?” he called.

“Hey, there’s this party my friend and I are invited to, and I was wondering if you would give us a ride?” A girl peeked her head in and asked.

“I don’t know Janey. I might be busy that night.” He turned from her to me. “Janey, this is Charlie. We met a little while ago, and we’ve been hanging out a lot.” I gave an awkward wave.

“Hi. Now what about the ride? Do you think you can do it?” Jane asked.

“Yeah. You’ll have to wake me up though.” She simply hummed and walked away.

I turned to Trent a wide smile stretching across my face. “That was nice of you.” I put my hand on his arm, trying to get him to look at me.

“Eh, it’s whatever. I’m gonna have to push our night back a bit though.” I lifted my hand and waved it dismissively.

I giggled a little, “It’s fine. Look at you being all..brotherly.” He groaned and pushed me away from him. But I saw a blush creep up his cheeks, when I started to laugh harder. The rest of the night we spend on his bed eating bad food, and talking about random things. By the time I checked the clock, it was one in the morning. We decided to call it a night because Trent’s eyes were starting to droop. He dropped me off outside my house. Before I climbed out of the car I turned to him, “Thanks for dropping me off.” I whispered, feeling a loud voice would shatter the atmosphere.

“No problem.” He smiled and I turned to open the door. “Charlie?” He whispered, placing his hand on my arm.

“Trent?” I turned back towards him holding my breath to see what he would do. He looked between me and my lips, before leaning closer. I froze in place, anticipating what was going to happen next.

“Your door is still locked.” He reached over me, and unlocked the door. “There.”

I let out a huff. “Thanks Trent.” My voice was monotone, and I climbed out of the car. “Bye.” I closed the door and waved as he drove off. When I got into the house, I went straight to my room only wanting to be there. I closed the door and almost punched the wall. I fell face first onto my bed, and screamed into my pillow. “AHHHHHHHHH! WHY????” I rolled over and stared at the ceiling until I found the energy to change into my pajamas. I replayed the moment over and over until I finally fell asleep. The next few days dragged on with no surprises, and lots of distractions for me.

Friday finally rolled around and because of the party I didn’t have to rush to get ready for my night with Trent. Daria said that she was hanging out with her friend tonight so I was left alone with Mom and Dad for a bit. It wasn’t too bad spending time with them, but Mom was trying to pry into my life, without outright asking the questions she wanted answers to. Finally there was a HONK from out front. I smiled and got up.

“That’s my ride. I’ll see you later.” I called out over my shoulder as I headed out the door. “Hey.”

“Hey.” He responded as I climbed into the car.

“How was the ride?” I asked, waiting to see if he would bring up what happened the other day.

“It was fine. They seemed excited about the party. I thought it looked lame.” He laughed at the end, but ended up coughing.

“Well that was very nice of you. Almost…” I brought my hand up to my chin thoughtfully stroking my fake beard, “...like a protective brother.” I smiled and turned towards him, he turned and smiled back at me. “Hey, eyes on the road.” I pointed out the windshield, and he turned his head. We just spent the night driving around town, and just talking about nothing. We ended up playing and singing our favourite songs terribly. It was nice to just let go. When he dropped me off, I sat there waiting to see what he would do tonight. As predicted, he did nothing. “Well this was a fun night. Thanks.” I leaned into the car, to say bye.

He smiled at me. “Me too.”

[nanawritesit]

Trent Lane Boyfriend Headcanons! (SFW + NSFW under the cut)

(i just finished daria and have major Trent brain rot… but there’s like no content for him so i guess i have to write it myself :p)

SFW:

He writes songs about you all the time (they don’t always make sense but you still appreciate them)

Probably shows his love through physical touch or acts of service because he’s too broke to buy you gifts or take you anywhere nice 💀

He always has an arm around your shoulder, a hand on your waist, or is at least linking pinkies with you. If you’re next to him, he’s touching you in some way

And if you ever need help with chores or a project, he offers to do it for you or help you finish it (which is saying a lot because he’s usually lazy af)

Always gives you his jacket when it’s cold without you even having to ask him :)

Loves to lay his head on your chest and fall asleep after late night gigs… you struggle to roll him off of you in the morning because he sleeps like a log 😭

Calls you his “muse” occasionally

But he mostly calls you a cuter version of your name (like how he calls Jane “Janey,”) or just a simple “Babe” or “Hon”

Most of your dates are at the bars Mystik Spiral is playing at

You’ll hang out there for a while and get pizza afterwards, then probably smoke 🍃 in the tank

He asks your opinion on song lyrics, and you’ll help him brainstorm rhymes

The man is nocturnal so you have a ton of late night phone calls

You’re basically his sugar mama because again, he’s broke and unemployed

You have to reassure him that it doesn’t bother you all the time, in fact he’s *almost* considered getting a job just for you because he loves you that much 💞

(you can call him a deadbeat all you want. i would have no problem supporting my sweet baby girl 😤)

He also gets insecure sometimes that you’ll leave him for someone more educated or successful… you’ll have to explain to him that you don’t care about that stuff and that you love him regardless of it

His idea of a perfect day is just laying in bed with you all day long… he’s big on cuddles, either laying his head on your chest or nuzzling up into your neck :)

Although he also enjoys spooning you, or having you lay on his chest while he runs his fingers through your hair (He’s the best cuddler ever, try to change my mind)

Also loves going to the music store with you, and any other shops you enjoy going to

If you like piercings, you’ll go on piercing dates together :)

If you’re nervous, he’ll hold your hand and talk you through it 💞

Keeping him company while he gets his tattoos

He likes to see what you buy for yourself so he can save up his money to buy you something nice for your birthday or anniversary 🥺

LOVES when you sleep in his t shirts ❤️ He thinks you look so hot

He doesn’t strike me as someone who has a specific type, he just likes whoever he gives with. You could be alternative like him or have the total opposite aesthetic, he just likes you for who you are 🥰

Desperately trying to get him to take care of himself by getting a better sleep schedule and maybe eating a piece of fruit every now and again 💀

Watching Sick Sad World with Jane and Daria

The two of them look up to you because you’re one of the few people they think are cool, they mostly ask you for advice on relationships, school, and resolving their disputes

Jane asking you to help her dye her hair after Daria ruined it 😀

You always encourage her and compliment her paintings, she sees you as a really cool older sister (except not actually because all of her relatives besides Trent are insane)

You try to help them out around the house with cooking and cleaning and buying groceries since their parents are never home

The other guys in the band tease him so hard because he talks about you constantly and always gets so happy when you call :)

Jesse was actually the one who set you guys up, and it makes him so happy to see you together

He keeps a picture of you on the dashboard of the tank just to make him smile whenever he sees it 💞

NSFW: (18+/ MDNI)

Lazy morning sex (even though it’s at like 4 pm) because it’s the best way to wake him up ;)

Having sex in the tank right before a show because he’s convinced he plays better after he fucks you

He’s a switch for sure, mostly because he doesn’t always have the energy to be on top

Really likes long make out sessions where you’re straddling his lap and he can run his hands all along your body

Looooves watching you ride him

But he also enjoys pinning you down and dominating you 👀

The cold metal of his rings against your skin drives you wild, especially when he’s fingering you

Will give you hickeys in the most obvious places because he thinks they look hot

Conversely, he loves it when you leave scratches down his back like you’re marking him as your territory

Listen, this man knows how to EAT 😤 (you’re probably the most nutritious thing he eats tbh)

He loves overstimulating you by making you cum on his tongue and then fucking you immediately after

But he also loves it when you return the favor… he can’t think of any better sight than you on your knees going down on him 😭

He knows that his voice turns you on and uses it against you to turn you on in public (which leads to the two of you running out to the tank for a quickie)

He’s really good at talking you through it 😫

Not super loud during sex, but he does grunt and swear a lot

And when he gets close to finishing he starts letting out some airy moans, mostly saying your name over and over

He’s not *super* freaky but he certainly knows how to show you a good time ;)

[geekynerfherder]

'Goddess of the Crossroads (Hekate/Hecate)' by Daria Klushina.

[barkingbakugo]

Trent Lane x F!Reader pt.1

Based off the show Daria No warnings other than drug use Pt. 2

“Okay.” I calmly say to myself as I look down at my drumsticks that were now snapped in half. Having them in the back pocket of my jeans was risky for me but then sitting down..embarrassing. I get up from my couch sighing softly as I grab my coat and keys before heading out the door.

I pull into the small parking lot of the music store and head inside. I had a gig at The Zon in like 30 minutes. It was my first gig with this new band, and I haven’t even met all of them yet. My cousin, Jesse, got me the position of drummer for Mystik Spiral. It was an interesting name I will say. “Thanks.” I say to the clerk before he hands me my small bag with my new drumsticks inside. Thankfully for me The Zon was only a block away from the store. Once inside, I ditched the bag, throwing it in the trash bin. I walked over to Jesse, who raised an eyebrow ever so slightly. “It’s too embarrassing don’t ask.” I wave him off with a scowl as he begins to talk, “We go on in a bit.” I give him a thumbs up in response making my way to the bar and ordering myself a drink.

“You must be my brother’s new drummer.” I hear a blank low tone voice say from the side of me. I look over to see a short-haired girl with dark makeup, I give her a small smile before responding. “Yeah, what gave me up?” She smirks as her eyes glance behind me, “Your drumsticks are in your back pocket. That and my brother always talks about you.” I frown at this information to which she backtracks, “I promise my brother isn’t creepy he just thinks you’re really good on drums.” If anything that didn’t help. “I’ve never met your brother. How does he know what I sound like? If anything I was a last-minute choice.” She pierces her lips together and it looks like she is going to say something but decides not to do so, “You know I can’t defend him on that. That does sound creepy.”

The girl's name was Jane. I had been talking to her for a bit and found her to be pretty chill and interesting. It turns out she has good music taste too. “Y/N!” I hear Jesse shout from the side of the stage. I excused myself before finishing my drink and making my way over to Jesse and the two guys standing next to him. I give a small wave as Jesse talks, “Y/N this is Nicholas and Trent guys this is my cousin.” The pink-haired one, Nicholas, nods with a smile and I return it. There wasn’t enough time for introductions so I took my seat at the drums already on the stage. Thank you to the man before me for letting me play his drums. I raise my right stick at him, and he raises the drink I bought him with a smile. “Hey, we’re Mystik Spiral and this one’s for Daria and Jane,” Trent says into the mic before counting down and tapping his foot for us to start on cue. “When the aliens come, when the death rays hum. When the bobbers bomb, we’ll still be freakin’ friends.”

After the set, Trent returns with beers and hands me one. I lean against the wall and take a sip. “So, your sister tells me you like listening to me play,” I say with a grin hiding behind the bottle. “Yeah, you sound pretty good. We went to high school together. Heard you play in the music room.” He replies in a laidback manner. I respond with a frown and straighten myself against the wall. "You played so loud in the music room that people got headaches in the classroom next door." He grins lightly and continues, "I should thank you for all the quizzes you got canceled." I smile to myself and take another sip of beer. "Your sister made you sound creepy." I chucked. "Yeah, Janey's got a way with words," he said with a slight hint of sarcasm. "I could use some pizza. Y/N wanna come with?" I nod, "Yeah, the only thing in my system is alcohol." We both chuckle as we finish our beers and leave The Zon.

A month later

"I can't believe you're working for the man." I hear a familiar, monotone voice say something behind me. I stop cleaning the table, and I turn to face Trent and see Nicolas and Jesse behind him. I give them a "hi" before they go take seats in a booth, leaving Trent and I alone. I asked Trent how he was feeling after noticing the bags under his eyes. "You look tired. Rough night?" I folded the rag and continued to clean the table as he replied, "Family’s in town; I can’t stay at the house, so I’m staying in the tank." I squint and raise an eyebrow. "The tank?" I asked as he yawned. "It used to be a van." I finish wiping down the table and offer for him to crash on my couch. “That is, if you don’t mind the underlying depression coating the walls." He dryly chuckles and coughs midway before speaking, “You’re funny Y/N, I’ll wait here till your shift is done so we can drive to your place after.” I give him a small smile and he goes to sit with the two duds in the booth.

The drive was okay. I felt like I was making it awkward since I was nervous about him seeing my apartment. It wasn't dirty or anything like that it's the fact I've grown a crush on this guy and he's crashing on my couch. What if he thinks I'm a mess? What if he judges me for the way my apartment looks? I can't believe I'm worrying about his opinion when I've seen him throw up on the side of the road. “Everything okay Y/N?” His voice breaks me out of my spiral. I glanced over at him to see him staring and noticed that we were already at my apartment. "Mhm, just tired. My bad." I reply, gathering my coat and keys in my hands before getting out of the car. “No need to explain, I understand. After every gig I just wanna go lay on my couch. It's tough out there..." He replies as we head to my door and I unlock it stepping inside. I was overly exhausted from today to even unpack what he just said so I just locked the door and made my way to my room. "Cool place." He says walking around my living room and taking an interest in my bongs on the shelf. "We can smoke after I'm out of the shower." I say watching him sit at my drums and grabbing the sticks next to it. "Sick. I'll play you something." He says and I hear him hit the crash cymbal as I head to my room.

As I exit my room with a small bag and hairbrush, I find Trent reading one of my magazines in the living room. "Here you start packing. Was it boring out here without me?" I ask with a smile passing him the bag I brought out. He gives me a grin as he begins to pack the bong. "Yeah, I gave myself a headache playing your drums. How was your shower? Your singing sounded good Y/N." I blush with embarrassment and grab my brush to occupy my nervous state. "By the way can I borrow your toothbrush? I usually use Janey's when I don't have mine." I couldn't tell if he was being serious so I gave him a questioning look. He blankly stares at me and I look for any sign of him joking but I never do. "Uh, I actually have some new ones in the drawer in the bathroom. You can use one of those." I inform him and keep brushing my hair as he goes back to packing.

Trent lights the candle on the table in front of us and I get more comfortable on the couch before taking a rip. "This candle burns so slow...will it grow...will it grow." Trent sings dryly as I cough and hand him the bong to clear it. "Hey-that..." I coughed for a moment before continuing, "That was good." He gives me a tired smile before taking his own rip of the bong. "The feeling of smoke...going down my throat..." I continue with a dry chuckle, "Dryness coats my throat." He breaks out into a series of coughs as I cross my legs and face him on the couch. "I think we should start a band." He wheezed making me smile. He sets the bong down and turns his body to face me. "Thank you for letting me crash here. Anything's better than the tank." He states whilst I yawn, "No problem, you're my friend Trent. None of my friends are sleeping in something that used to be a van." I spoke feeling my eyes get a bit droopy. "I should head to bed now. Feel free to finish the rest. Goodnight." I smile warmly at him and he leans in to place a gentle kiss on my cheek. "Goodnight Y/N." A blush creeps on my cheeks and he pulls back. I noticed him warmly smiling at me, his eyes trailing around a bit and I reciprocated with a smile of my own. "Goodnight," I repeat once more as I get up from the couch. As I head to my room, my smile grows wider. I'm not blushing, you're blushing,

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[zombiefishmonster]

dream blunt rotation

[darnellthefirestarter]

The lesbians

[robotpussy]

horrendeous quality in that last photo but they fr just said lets draw chris cornell they are so sick for doing this because that is explaining why i found trent hot all these years but then again... they all dressed like this in the mid to late 90s. but naur. the facial hair, the haircut. they saw chris cut his hair when superunknown came out and just doodled him.

[cooltrash95]

“She just moved away”

[geekynerfherder]

'Phantom Queen (Morrigan)' by Daria Klushina.

[a-neverending-story]

@exsecrabar , @thisis-elijah , @caughtbetweenworlds , @trauma-report , @ertraeumte & @phasmophobie

[allthegoodusernamesaretakenagain]

The interaction stick is back! ^^

If your characters could choose any vehicle or mount from any timeline or universe what do you think they would choose?

A horse? A tractor? A hoverbike? Something else? Maybe a dragon? ^^

Haha, this is a fun question! Love it!

Quentin, ever the curious, would chose something from TOTK. Something that can be made by his own hands, but not something that risky. He would love the calming nature of a hot air balloon. But for speed and distance, he would enjoy a hoverbike I think.

Clorissa is all about the water. She would love the boat from Windwaker, sailing acorss lakes and rivers, fishing with her kids, jumping into the ocean on hot days!

Ronan is obviously going to pick a horse. Being a horse guy, he loves them. He's a classic traveller, he doesn't need any fancy new invention, no matter how cool or quick it is. Horse Loyalist for Life.

Daria would pick a dragon hands down. She will be riding them across Hyrule, gliding from dragon to dragon, earning their trust. It's all about the dramatic entrance too. She's just too cool.

Denzel, would be chaos incarinate. He wouldn't have a desginate mode of transport, he would be making dangerous inventions with the devices in TOTK, falling from great heights at something that ran out of battery, speeding past Clorissa on the water with a boat he made with rockets. If all came to fail, he use Link's master cycle.

[incorrectquotesideas-deactivated]

Person A: Say, how long have you and Person C been going out?

Person B: Um, no idea.

Person A: Oh, Person B...

Person B: Look, all that matters in a relationship is that you like the same pizza toppings.

[strangezuicide]

so incredibly fucked up thinking about daria calling the boys and never getting a response

[barkingbakugo]

Trent Lane x F!Reader pt.2

Based off the show Daria No warnings other than drug use and this not being proof read

Considering today was absolute crap I'm considering going for black. Wouldn't be surprising if the rest of the week were to mirror today. I could think a bit more positively and go for a dark purple but then it could be argued that's also a depressing color. Maybe I shouldn't paint my nails, I always end up chewing it off anyways. I could do both black and dark purple to save myself the headache of not being able to- "I think you should do red." Trent had been rolling a joint for us, trying to make a decision on which color I should do. He was right.

"Red is cute." But I still think black and dark purple would be too. Now I'm deciding between three colors. Crap.

"Her heads gonna explode." Jesse says from the corner of Trent's room setting a CD in the player and skipping to the song he wanted. I sighed silently as I relaxed my face from its frown.

"Well here," Trent says softly before passing the joint to me, "Relax a bit Y/N." I take the joint and the lighter that's sitting in the middle of the bed before getting the joint ready as I light it.

"Sorry. I get overwhelmed when I have to many options." I said twirling the tip of the joint so it didn't burn unevenly.

"You can just paint Trent's nails black, mine purple and yours red." Jesse says as if it were obvious. He was always able to help me make a decision or sometimes he would just talk so much nonsense I forget what I'm deciding on.

"What would I do without you." I say giving him a soft smile placing the joint between my lips.

"Your head would explode." Trent says with a playful grin across his lips. My smile grows and I let out a chuckle but it only makes me choke on my smoke. My eyes begin to water as I begin coughing into my arm.

Oh. My. God. It just bitch slapped me

After my coughing fit and handing over the joint to Jesse I lay back on Trent's bed letting my feet hang over the side of the bed. Feeling the bed shift below me I look over to see Trent coming to lay beside me. I shoot him another smile feeling a blush tickle my cheeks. I close my eyes for a moment feeling the pot hit me already only to open them again to find him inches away from me. Goosebumps ran down my arm as I felt his breath lightly hitting it. I actually and quite literally hated myself for not being able to stop my goofy ass smile from forming as my blush grows.

"You should paint my nails first." He says softly as I meet his gaze, his eyes seemed to linger on my lips before slowly trailing across my face as if he wanted to remember every feature.

He’s done this before. Him kissing me on the cheek a few weeks ago was only the beginning. It was as if he were testing the water with me. Giving me lingering gazes during practices, holding my hand in his jacket pocket when it’s freezing outside and Jesse's taking his time putting our instruments away in the van. I have been keeping quiet about this, but truth be told, I didn't really mind it. Maybe he didn't want anything from me at the moment or perhaps I am just misinterpreting everything.

However, I don't think I was, especially considering the way he was staring at my lips with such intensity that it felt like he was devouring them with his eyes. I hoped Jesse was too high to notice us as he went through Trent’s CD's. I could feel my heart beating hard against my chest as I felt myself inching closer to him. We were close enough that our breaths became one. I closed my eyes as he closed the gap between us. He leaned over me, his hand resting on my arm as his thumb ran gently across my skin. The kiss started out soft and tender but quickly became a bit more passionate. I felt a slight nip on my bottom lip as he deepened the kiss. I could feel his fingertips trail down the back of my neck, pulling me in closer. As I took in his taste and touch, I felt my lips curl into a grin. But just before I could melt into the kiss Jesse interrupted us.

“I actually think I wanna paint my nails red.”

Trent lets out a chuckle into the kiss while he pulls away from me. As Jesse flips over the CD to read the back, thankfully he still hasn't been paying attention to us. I can feel the warmth spreading across my cheeks as I smile, letting out a chuckle myself.

“Red it is.”

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"Holy..." I breathed as I looked up at the big bright sign of a juicy hamburger. Trent and I had been walking for a good thirty minutes ever since I talked his ear off about craving fries. "You said it was at most a ten minute walk from your place."

"That's how long it takes me in the van." Trent looked up at the sign and shrugged lightly before gazing blankly at me. A flat smile lays firmly on my lips as I meet his gaze nodding lightly before speaking, "Oh you're lucky you're cute."

He gives me a relaxed smile and takes my hand gently running his thumb across my knuckles, "Thanks babe." His voice was low and raspy but his words were filled with admiration. I couldn't stay annoyed at him, not when he looked at me that way. "Let's go get you a burger."

"I'm going to be thinking about that burger for a long time," I say before taking a sip of my drink. "It was perfect."

Trent slouches a bit in the booth yawning as he tosses his wrapper onto the table. "Yeah, it was pretty good. I'm not excited for the walk back." He replied slouching his shoulders now. I could feel the dread radiating off him as it washed over me. I sigh softly and mirror his slouch, "Thanks for reminding me."

"We could just stay here." I suggest.

"Rot into the booths together."

I hummed softly with content and smiled. My stomach felt like it was going to explode. I needed a cigarette, but I was too tired from eating, so I let out sigh. “If only we had the tank.” I say earning a long sigh from him now. I chuckled softly at his tired reply, and then we fell into a comfortable silence. Trent closed his eyes letting the muscles in his face relax and my eyes begin running over his face. His eyes were tired, with dark bags underneath, most likely from staying up all night playing his guitar or just sleeping too much in general. My eyes fall to his goatee and I could instantly feel a frown form on my face. I could never tell if I liked it or not. He let me shave it off once but the sideburns didn't look good without the goatee. I let out small laugh remembering his reaction to seeing himself in the mirror. His eyes open and and he smiles softly watching me.

“I love you.”

What?

“You what?” I asked just giving him a blank stare despite the fluttering my heart was doing. We've been together for four months now since the day we kissed on his bed. He's shown me affection in ways I never thought possible, but he knew what those words meant to me. There is no reason for me to think he's lying, but I still can't shake my doubts. My parents made it their mission to not ever tell me they loved me or even show any once of it to me but I don't hold it against them anymore. That being because I don't view them as human, they might not even have souls.

He sits up in the booth and sets his hand on the table holding it open for me to take. I lean in to take his hand and he gives me a gentle squeeze. He intertwines our hands and it pulls a smile onto my lips. "You're the coolest girl I've met. You‘re my muse Y/N...and you actually make me want to practice. I have a passion for music but I never had motivation and drive until I met you. That and you clean my room when I'm too tired to. There's no one I'd rather spend days sleeping with."

I chuckled with a light blush and took his other hand in mine that was on the table, "Well you're pretty cool yourself, we're a pretty cool couple." I teased before lightly biting my lower lip and continuing, "I love you too." Trent's smile grows and he places a kiss on my hand. "Even though it's not all the time I wouldn't share my toothbrush with just anyone."

"So that's whose toothbrush you've been using, I was afraid you stopped brushing altogether." Trent and I both look over to see Jane and Daria standing at the end of the table.

"Y/n we have a ride home," Trent says grinning before turning his attention back to his sister. "You haven't crashed the tank yet have you?"

Jane smirks, "Maybe a few scratches but it's nothin' that wasn't there before. Now one of you move, Daria and I are getting burgers." I scoot out of the booth and sit next to Trent on the other side. Jane goes to order while Daria sits in my previous seat.

"Where did you guys take the tank?" Trent asks Daria while wrapping his arm around my waist pulling me closer to him.

"It's a long story but hopefully telling you we kidnapped an incompetent football player won't raise any questions." She dryly jokes. I liked Daria, sure sometimes I can't tell when she's being serious contrary to her deadpan personality but she was chill.

"Hey don't be spilling all our business now," Jane says coming back over and sitting next to Daria. "Y/N you need to convince my brother to get some new wheels." She says looking over at me now.

"I'm surprised the wheels are still on that thing." Daria adds making Trent and I chuckle.

"Trust me I've already been making him save whatever money he gets. I love you but I don't trust you driving my car." I say letting a soft chuckle leave my lips and looking over at him resting my hand on his thigh.

"That's okay Y/N, I understand. I wouldn't trust me either." He responds just as the burgers get set on the table. That was fast, our burgers took twenty minutes to come out. The girls begin eating their burgers letting Trent and I break off into our own conversation. "I like it when you say I love you. It's hot." He whispers in my ear making me blush lightly.

"Oh hush." I say placing a hand on his chest and pulling him in for a small kiss but he lets the kiss linger before slowly pulling away. "I'm happy we don't have to walk home now."

He pecks my lips once more, "Yeah, that way we can get home faster."

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