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Casual Moths - Chapter three

Chapter one // Chapter two //

Chapter three - princesses and heroes

The sky is a vibrant shade of blue and not a cloud is to be seen as Callie drives down the streets of downtown Santo Padre, Daisy on the back and the freshly made flower arrangement on the passenger seat.

It’s early in the morning, not even ten but as soon as the flowers had been delivered, Callie had set her mission in creating the perfect flower arrangement for Angel and EZ.

Now, as she glanced to her work next to her, she can’t help but smile in pride of what she’s created. The fact that she gets to do this for a living, dream up beautiful bouquets and make them become a reality, is a dream she’s had since she was a little girl but never something she truly believed would come true.

When all her friends went off to College, Calli started working at the local flower shop in the little suburb of Chicago where she’d spent most of her teenage years. At first it was just sweeping the floor and helping out whenever a new order of flowers came in but it soon evolved into a full blown apprenticeship. And now she finally has her own shop. Her baby. Located at the same place her grandfather had opened a hardware store all those years ago. Where her father had met her mother. Where he family’s stories started.

“ Mommy, can we watch frozen again when we get home ? “ Daisy asks from the backseat, pulling Callie from her daydream.

On the inside, Callie lets out a groan. It’s not that she dislikes the movie, it’s just that she’s seen it a hundred times. A thousand. A million probably. But this is her baby girl and if she wants to watch frozen, if it makes her happy, Callie would suffer through yet another rendition of let it go.

“ Sure baby “.

That’s the plan for today. Deliver the arrangement then go home and spend the day watching movies and eating sweets and maybe hang out with aunt Jess.

Only plans never work out, do they ?

Just as the round the corner by the diner and drive past the church, the car starts to make weird rattling sounds. Callie can feel it stuttering. This doesn’t sound good. Not even a little. Not even at all.

They get just a little further before the car stops moving entirely sending threat through Callie’s body. Sure she is doing alright financially but that doesn’t mean she has the money to splurge on a new car.

“ Daisy ? Earmuffs ! “ Callie demands waiting for the little girl to cover her ears. It’s a thing they made up a while ago, when Callie really needs to let out a swear but can’t do it in front of Daisy. She knows Daisy can hear most of the time but it’s a sign for the little girl to not repeat it, at least not at this age.

Callie lets out a “Fuck” then punches the steering wheel. When it rains it really pours, huh ?

“ What’s wrong mommy ? “ Daisy asks, having lowered her hands and clearly noticing the distress on her mother’s face, mirroring it as Callie looks at her through the rearview.

“ I think our car is broken, baby “

“ Oh no “ Daisy replies with worry lacing her voice but obviously not realizing the gravity of the situation.

“ We’ll be okay, though. Promise. “ And Callie never breaks her promises, at least not the ones to her daughter.

Callie fumbles the phone out of her purse, wondering just who to call in this situation. She hasn’t made a lot of friends yet and her mother is a lovely woman but rather useless when it comes to fixing cars. She wishes her dad was still here. He always knew what to do. Always had a solution for every single problem. And dad was great with cars. He could get even the biggest piece of trash to work again. God, she misses her dad like crazy. Her dad and Jack.

Jack would know what to do too. It’s then when she looks at Daisy again. Though she looks so similar to herself, Callie can see so much of Jack in her. His smile and the way he wrinkled his nose when he was frustrated. Her laugh is his. Her cleverness is his. Her humor is his. He’s there in all she does and if both kills and excites Callie.

God if only her boys were still here.

But they aren’t.

The phone rings once, twice, before a sleepy sounding Jess answers with a slurred “Hello ? “

“ Did you just wake up ? “

“ It’s saturday and it’s — 9:46. Let me enjoy the weekend. Why are you even calling me this early ? “ Jess complains, clearly being shaken out of a deep slumber.

“ My car broke down. “

There’s only silence for a moment before a rather confused Jess speaks up again “ … and you want me to do what exactly ? “

“ Well I was hoping you could uh — call Letty for me and have her ask Angel if he could meet with me to —? “

“ Angel ? “ Jess asks and Callie can all but see the teasing smirk spreading on her lips.

“ It’s not like that. I have a floral arrangement for him and I can’t very well carry it over there. It’s big. “

“ Whatever you say “ Jess teases further “ where are you ? “

“ North Street. Just past the church “

“ Yikes.”

“ I know. Just — can you do that for me without being sneaky about it ? “

“ Suuuure “ Jess says but there’s something in the way she says it that makes Callie believe that none of that is entirely honest.

“ Thanks. “

“ No need. “

It’s only about 10 minutes later that Callie spots the black car rounding the corner and stopping behind her car. Angel gets out and walks over towards her and Daisy who lean against the vehicle.

There’s a certain sway in his walk, confident and proud but it’s so contradictory to that all consuming sadness in his eyes. He’s so hard to figure out. Callie wonders just how much there is to unravel with Angel. Callie wonders if she wants to learn it all.

“ Hey ladies. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes “ he jokes as he gets closer. He places a kiss on Callie’s cheeks rendering the woman speechless and surprised for a second. “ Hola, bonita “. His voice is hoarse and deep and soft and quiet all the the same time and it sends tingles down Callie’s spine. Like some stupid highschool crush.

“ Hey, thanks for coming. I have the bouquet on the passenger seat, let me get it real quick.” Callie says before attempting to rush towards the other side of the car, only for Angel to hold onto her arm, softly keeping her in place.

“ Nah, I’m here for you girls. I’m your rescue mission. Ain’t just here to get the flowers and bail. “

“ Rescue us ? Like a prince ? “ Daisy chimes up from her mother’s side.

Angel squats down to her height again and it’s something Callie really appreciates. Daisy, being the age now that they start to feel like they’re little adults, hates being talked down to. Angel actually taking the time to get on eye level with her, makes Callie’s heart grow about 3 sizes.

“ I don’t know if I’d say I’m a prince but how about uh — how about a knight ? “

“ Yes “ Daisy agrees and smiles at Angel who holds out his hand for a high five from the little girl.

“ Look at you by the way, you’re really rocking that jacket “ Angel notices and points at Daisy’s little pink leather jacket. “ Real bada— real cool “.

“ Yuh. Real cool “ Daisy repeats, a grin on her face.

“ If you keep spoiling her with compliments that ego’s gonna go through the roof one of these days. And I’ll be the one who’s gonna have to deal with it. “

“ Ah you’ll be fine “ Angel murmures, walking towards the front of the car and opening the bonnet to access the damage done. “ She got it all from her mama so you can let that ego grow alongside hers.”

His eyes meet her over past the car and they hold an intensity Callie isn’t used to. It’s like for a moment the sadness is gone but the depth and the warmth has doubled. It’s making her heart race. What the fuck is he doing to her.

There’s no answer to his words either. None that was sufficient. None that could balance perfectly on the line she refuses to cross. The one between harmless flirting and giving in to the desires swirling inside of her.

“ Well, I hate to break it to you but this doesn’t look good. We got a tow truck at the scrapyard. Let me take you girls there. I’ll send one of the boys to get your car, see if we can fix it. “

“ How much do you think that would cost me ? “ Callie asks with a loo of despair clouding her face.

Angel doesn’t answer. Not with words at least. He gives her a look that perfectly displays the “are you kidding me” question.

“ Nothing “

“ Angel —”

“ Nah don’t even start. You ain’t paying a god damn cent. Told you the club would help you ladies so let me help. “

Callie wonders if it’s really the club or if it’s just Angel. Either way, she’s grateful.

“ Thank you, really. “

“ Don’t mention it. Now grab your stuff. Let’s go ladies. “ He says and closes the bonnet before sweeping Daisy up in his arms and carrying her towards his car.

Callie quickly grabs all their stuff and the flowers before getting into Angel’s car, Daisy already retelling the entire plot of Frozen to a sincerely interested looking Angel.

“ Wait, she has ice powers ? “ he asks the little girl who throws up her hands in enthusiasm. “ Yes ! And she put snow all over the village !”

“ Huh, no way. “

Calli can’t suppress her laughter at the adorable interaction between Angel and her daughter. It’s so natural. He really listens and yes his reactions might be a bit overdone but he never makes her feel silly and that’s something Callie really appreciates.

“ Do you like snow, Angel ? “ Daisy asks him, dark eyes expectantly watching him through the rearview mirror.

“ Uh, not really. I’m more of a summer kinda guy. What about you, princess ? “

Daisy lets out a deep sigh “ I don’t remember. I was so little when we had snow in Chicago. Mommy says I liked it. “

Angel’s eyes move towards Callie, eyebrow raised in question “ Chicago, eh ? “

“ Yup. Lived there for most of my life. Was born here though, in Santo Padre ? “

“ Yeah ? What made you guys leave ? “

The woman shrugs her shoulders, honestly she was way too young to remember their move. Just a baby really. Chicago was her home but Santo Padre always held a certain kind of magic. It was warm and sunny and she loved when they came to visit her grandparents over the summer. Her grandmother always made the best food and her grandpa always took her to his shop with him and gave her all kids of sweets. Those were the happiest days.

“ Honestly, I think my parents just needed to get away from their parents. They were young when they had me. They wanted to give me the best life they could and that also included education and possibilities. Dad got a great job offer over in Illinois and mom found work as a nurse. They worked their asses off to pay for my school and then Jess came along and they worked even harder. But then when it was time for me to leave the nest and Jess about to go to High School they decided that their hearts were still here and that nothing held them back in Chicago. So they moved back. “

“ And you ? “

“ Well I had a job at a flower store and a — uh a fiance and my life was over there. But now I don’t have either of those things so nothing held me there anymore. Then my dad got sick and it was all the more reason to come back. “

“ Where’s her dad ? He bail ? “ It’s brash and brutal and honestly he doesn’t think about the words as they slip out. You don’t ask shit like that, Angel knows this. But sometimes his mouth works too fast for his brain.

“ Uh —no. No he died. “

Well now he feels like an absolute asshole.

“ ‘m sorry. “

“ It’s fine. You didn’t know. “

And it’s then, that Angel realizes that this woman isn’t the damsel in distress he’s rescuing. She’s a goddamn superhero. Her fiance died. Her father died. She’s a single mom and owns her own flower shop. She’s badass.

“ You’re badass. “

“ Hmm ? “

“ Raising her by yourself. Going through the shit you been through. The store. You make it look so easy. That’s badass. “

“ It’s not easy “ Callie says before turning towards him and granting him one of her heart-stopping, radiant smiles “ but thank you. I — thank you“

It’s quiet for a moment, comfortable. The sun is shining, the sky is blue and everyone is just … content for a second. But that doesn’t last for very long.

Through the side mirror, Callie catches a glimpse of a car driving behind them. It’s a silver car. The same car she’d seen the other day at the scrapyard. The same car she’d been trying to tell herself was just A silver car. A car that was sold to a lot of people at a lot of places. Only now there is no denying this anymore. No matter how hard she wants to tell herself. It’s time to face the truth. This is the silver car.

“ You alright ? “ Angel asks as he notices her stiffen up next to him and the horrified expression on her face.

This isn’t Angel’s fight. Not his mess. But at this point, Callie is afraid, it’s too late to not get him involved. He’s been seen with her and that’s enough for an unreasonable psycho to go after him.

So it has to be the truth now.

“ That silver car. It’s following us. “

“ I noticed. “

“ That’s the same car that drove by the scrapyard when I was there to pick up Jess’ phone. “

“ You know who that is ? “

Callie nods and swallows down her fear of judgement. Angel lives a reckless life, he’s going to understand, right ?!

“ Yeah. I do. He’s another reason I decided to leave Chicago “.

Angel’s features harden. The warmth is gone from his eyes and replaced with fire she’s not seen in him yet. “ You gonna tell me what’s the deal with that ? If he follows me I sure think I deserve the whole story.”

And he does. He deserves to know now that she pulled him into this chaos.

“ Jack, my fiance, when I met him he was involved with some shady people and I I was stupid. I thought that was exciting and fun, for a while. Then I got pregnant and we realized that we had to take responsibility. Jack got himself cleaned up, got a proper job, we got settled at our own little house. He had this friend called Travis. Real weird guy always following Jack around like a lost puppy. But when Jack sorted out his shit we tried to get Travis straightened out as well. And it worked, for a while. Then he got real … shady. Got in fights with Jack all the time. When Jack passed away Travis kept showing up at my place. Pretending like he could replace Jack and become a father to Daisy. I slept with him once, one time when Daisy was just a little baby and I was exhausted and at the edge of my nerves. I needed to feel something other than exhaustion and sadness and he took advantage of that. So then afterwards, he took that as an invitation to insert himself into every part of my life. Got controlling as fuck. He stalked me. I tried to run from him. Told him I was gonna move to the east coast to be with Jack’s family. Seems like he found out the truth. “

“ He dangerous ? “ Angel asks through gritted teeth.

“ I don’t know. He’s just — creepy. “

“ Jesus “ Angel exclaims and combs his fingers through his hair in frustration. “ You want me to deal with him ? “

Callie raises her eyebrow in question, not wanting to believe he means what she thinks he means.

“ Like — like kill him ? “

“ Nah. I’ll talk to him. Make him understand that if he messes with you or the kid he’ll have the club to deal with. Has me to deal with. “

There’s a weird feeling spreading through her body. Knowing that Angel wants to protect her and Daisy, that makes her feel good, supported and safer to a certain degree. But there’s a bigger part, and overwhelmingly loud voice inside of her, that tell her to get out now and not pull Angel into something he shouldn’t have to deal with. His life is probably complicated enough there’s no need for her to make it harder.

“ No. No I can’t ask that of you. That’s not your mess. I’m sure he’ll get bored of following me eventually.”

Angel shakes his head in disbelief “ He won’t. Guys like that don’t get bored. They get comfortable. Cocky. And then what if something happens ? To you “ he says then glances in the rearview mirror “ to her”.

It’s her biggest fear spoken out loud. That something bad could ever happen to Daisy. Something that Callie should be in control of. Something she brought onto them. Something she caused. Something she could’ve stopped.

There’s no words to answer him. None that would possibly be able to express just how she feels. So she stays silent and tries to hold the tears that threaten to fall from her eyes.

“ You aren’t asking. I’m offering. “ It’s all he says before he slows down the car and pulls over towards the side of the road, signaling with his arm for the silver car to do the same. Only it doesn’t.

It slows down too as it drives past them. Callie can’t quite catch a glimpse of the driver, though Angel can. The dude looks rough. Not in the sense that he looks dangerous, more like he hasn’t slept in days. His hair is long and greasy and he’s wearing thick black sunglasses. There’s a scowl on his face and he glances towards Angel, towards Callie.

Then, just as Angel thinks he got the hint to pull to the side as well, the silver car speeds up again and turns the corner before either of them can react.

“ This dude ain’t shit. He looks like a fucking nerd. “

“ He is. “

“ Fucking creep. You know the license plate ? “

Callie nodds.

“ Good. Gonna have the guys watch out for the car. EZ can watch out for you for the next few nights, patrol the street. See if he shows up again “.

Callie shakes his head at the sheer thought of that. EZ has a life. She doesn’t need him to be involved as well. This is getting too much, too fast.

“ Yeah no. You can’t ask your brother to babysit me “.

Angel laughs at that and it takes a bit of tension out of the situation. His laugh is radiant. It’s warm and inviting and comforting.

“ He’s a prospect I can ask him to do anything “

- OOO -

Daisy Cordell has the gift that all little girls have, she can wrap any person around her finger with just a smile.

As she sits on the picnic table outside of the Mayan’s clubhouse, a crowd of big biker guys has gathered around her and listens with pure adoration as she recalls the entire plot of the movie Tangled.

Callie can’t help but chuckle at the sight.

“ She got them all wrapped around her pinky now. “ Angel says as he approaches her, cigarette hanging from his lips. He sent of Coco to get Callie’s car, not wanting to leave her side for now. Not after what he’s discovered. Not after looking that creep in the eyes.

“ Yeah, she’s got that effect on people “.

“ So does her mama “

Callie looks up at Angel, searching for a hint of teasing, sarcasm, something. But there’s none of that. He’s serious and it both excites and scares her. This is dangerous territory. Letting herself go. Letting herself be weak that one time, has caused her so much trouble. She can’t be going around doing shit like that again. No matter how much she wants to give into him. Let themselves grow closer. No matter how much she already starts to trust him.

They’ve only known each other for a few weeks. There’s no going around falling for biker guys you know for a few weeks. People don’t do that. Mother’s don’t do that.

So Callie won’t. No matter how much she wants to.

“ You need to stop flirting with me “ she declares, earning nothing but a smirk from Angel.

“ Why’s that ? You don’t seem too bothered by it. “

“ Because I can’t give you what you want. I can’t. I don’t do just fun. Just casual, no strings attached stuff. I got a kid, there’s always strings now. I uh — I did it before and looks where it go me. Now I gotta move halfway across the US to keep me and my kid safe and even that didn’t work. “

Angel throws the cigarette stub to the floor before closing the space between them and taking her face in between his big rough hands.

“ I’m not like that guy, okay ? I get it. I do. If you want me to stop, I’ll stop. We don’t gotta be anything other than friends. I get it I’m not that great a catch and my life is — it’s a lot. I ain’t asking you to marry me or anything. But don’t compare me to that creep. I would never NEVER put you or the kid in danger. I’m not that kind of guy. I might not be a saint by any means but I’m not like that. I’ll never be. “

There’s a depth in his eyes that makes Callie feel like she can see right into his soul. He looks so vulnerable, so scared. Like it kills him to think she’d even consider comparing him to Travis.

“ I’m a bad guy, I know that but even I am not that horrible. “ his voice is raspy and deep and it shakes and Callie wonders if he really believes he’s a bad guy. If no one ever made him realize that making bad decisions in the past doesn’t stop him from being the good guy in another story. So far he’s been nothing but the good guy in her’s.

Bad guys get the grand entrances and the epic monologues. They come in black outfits and with rough demeanours and tragic backstories. At least they do in the movies. They don’t get the girl though or the cheer of the crowd or the love of the audience.

Angel fits the mold so perfectly with the constant scowl and the issues and the all consuming sadness.

But he’s not. Because life isn’t like the movies. Life makes good guys in leather cuts with scowls on their faces. Good guys with sad eyes.

And sometimes they don’t even know they’re the hero of the story.

Sometimes they have to be told. With words and touches. With a kiss.

Her lips softly press against his cheek. They’re warm and comfortable and it’s been a while since Angel has felt such a gentle touch against his skin that wasn’t laced with the promise of meaningless sex to follow. This is different. But good different. Not like butterflies but like a hurricane sweeps through his entire body.

He’s a good guy, Callie thinks, and maybe just maybe she gets to keep this one spark that life has granted her in this time of darkness. Where only Daisy’s light has kept her going, maybe Angel can shine alongside them. And even if it’s just a fleeting moment. Just a tiny second. For that one moment things feel less scary.

And as her kid is occupied with charming the entire rest of the MC, Callie lets herself ignore the fact that Angel probably doesn’t want this kind of life. Mother and child. Doesn’t want to be tied down to a family with so much baggage.

She let’s herself ignore all that for a moment of bliss after a day of such chaos.

Because sometimes you just gotta let yourself breathe.

“ You’re a good guy, Angel Reyes.”

- OOO -

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beencaughts · 6 years

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⌚️ ☢️ AND the heart symbol one bc i couldnt copy and paste it ly

⊰ v. princess and the moon ⊱

[ ☢ ] the car broke down in an unfamiliar part of town, and our muses are lost.

The stinging of Luna’s arms and legs were becoming unbearable. Standing outside in the searing sun was not a part of her plans nor was it to be stuck in a random part of England all day. Luna hadn’t really known what hot was until today. When the hell did England get so hot anyway? Sweat adorned her figure from head to toe. Her long dark tresses stuck to her face and neck intolerably. Her were feet slightly swollen from walking around all day. Luna couldn’t quite comprehend how Prince managed to have the same symptoms as her but he looked a hundred times better. Luna was miserable, but she couldn’t complain (yet at the same time she could) when the most attractive man in whatever town they were in was right next to her even as annoyed as they both were. The sun hung low in the sky, sunset upon them. “Prince, we don’t know where the fuck we are. It’s getting dark. We’ve been walking around all day. I am sweating in places that I have never sweat before. Can we just go back to the car and risk being murdered by some fucking weirdo?” She asked after grabbing his hand to get his attention. The tension between them had been boiling all day with their usual snide comments intensified by the heat. Luna tried to hide her annoyance but her words were charged, and Prince was ready for them with words of his own. Usually, Luna wouldn’t have argued in the middle of the street, but she didn’t know any of these people so anger spilled out of her as they made their way back to his janky car. “I hate you so fucking much,” She mumbled, attempting to open the car door. It had only been opened an inch before it was slammed closed by her wonderful boyfriend. “What the hell is your problem?” Except Luna knew exactly what his problem was. Anytime she said those three words, it sent Prince over the edge. His reaction was almost frightening. Her body was trapped between Prince and the incredibly hot metal of his car. He lowered himself to look her in her eyes to question what she said, but she couldn’t bring herself to challenge him. Instead, she focused on the way his muscles tensed when he was angry. How ridiculously good he looked in his shirt. How ridiculously good he looked this whole day. The sun was down but she could feel herself growing hotter. Enveloped in the heat of the moment, Luna couldn’t stop the words spilling out of her mouth. “Who cares? Fuck me.” The Spaniard didn’t even wait for his response. Her lips were on his in an instant, her nails digging into his back in an attempt to pull him closer to her. Luna didn’t care about how sweaty and gross they both were — she needed him. Maybe the day wasn’t so bad if it ended in hot car sex.

⊰ v. no reason ⊱

Iola was so excited when she finally convinced Jason to take her to Scotland. They had spent most of their time in the city she grew up in and loved so much, and she really wanted to experience the same thing with Jason. They were on their way to Glasglow when their car slowed to a stop. Iola cursed under her breath, telling herself that the rental car place was going to get a piece of her mind when they finally reach their destination. The place where they stopped was rather busy — streams of people walking down the sidewalk and cars lining the streets. Iola joined her boyfriend in front of the car and closed the hood so he could focus on her. “We can find someone to fix the car while we enjoy the beautiful scenery of this random city or whatever they’re called here. There’s no reason to waste such a beautiful day stressed,” she smiled before taking Jason’s hand. It was nearly impossible for Jason and Iola to have a bad time when they were together. The couple could be stuck in the worst situation imaginable, and they would somehow find a way to make it bearable. Being stuck in a random town was barely an obstacle for them. There were so many cute shops. The architecture was beautiful. The sights were breathtaking. Iola would’ve been pissed at herself if they didn’t see any of this. She dug her toes in the cool grass at the park as she basked in the sunlight. “Wouldn’t you have been pissed if we sat around moping?” With her shoes in her hand, she spun around to face her boyfriend. She thought Jason looked so handsome while he watched her frolic around the green pasture. He had warned her before that Scotland was nothing but fields but clearly she didn’t mind it. It was a change from fast pace Chicago and LA, and Iola loved it. She plopped down next to Jason, resting her head on his lap. “I can’t believe you wanted to keep this place from me. Totally not cool,” Iola attempted to say in a Scottish accent but failed miserably.

⊰ july 17th ⊱

Arianna and Zayn had only been dating for a couple of months when they decided they wanted to get away from everyone. There was so much drama going on in the house that they stuck to either one of their rooms anyway, so why not just ditch the show altogether for a little while? They had decided to drive to San Diego since it wasn’t too far from Los Angeles, but their car had stopped mid-drive. The two Brits had no idea where they were. Maybe they were somewhere in Anaheim? Who knew. Arianna couldn’t stop laughing as she and Zayn reminisced about everything. The moment they met, the moment they had sex for the first time, the moment Arianna could actually tolerate being around Zayn after he totally threw her under the bus for the sex thing —everything. They had already called Triple A, so they had nothing else to do. “I remember when I admitted I had a crush on you. I really put my foot in my mouth that day, but I still mean what I said. They’re all idiots for not wanting you. I should thank them, though, so thank you, idiots,” Arianna giggled, pulling her boyfriend in for a kiss. They spent the rest of their day in the car blasting music from their phones and singing along, dancing in their restrictive seats, and laughing about anything that could come to their mind until they were rescued.

[ ⌚ ] my muse recalls their favorite memory with your muse.

⊰ v. princess and the moon ⊱

The darkness of the night surrounded Luna and Prince, a cool breeze wrapping itself around Luna’s barely dressed figure. It seemed a bit stupid to be sitting outside at the cusp of midnight when her dress barely went past her ass and her jacket was only there for fashion purposes, but nighttime seemed to be the only time of the day Luna and Prince were able to tolerate each other. Maybe it was the illusion of privacy that made them more comfortable around each other like no one else was watching them so they could indulge in their true feelings for one another. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her frame to preserve whatever body heat she had left, but it was no use. Her teeth were chattering loudly which happened to be the only noise filling the silence between them. Prince did make a comment about her going out half dressed but Luna just shook her head. “Less for you to take off,” the brunette pointed out nonchalantly. “Or is the problem that it’s less for other guys to imagine to take off?” She teases with a brow raise, Prince rolls his eyes. “The problem is that you’re fucking cold.” His words cause her to chuckle. The two of them finally reach his car and Prince opens the door for her to Luna’s surprise. Eventually, they’re sat in front of Luna’s flat with the radio filling, yet again, the silence between them, but that left Luna with her thoughts. She and Prince clearly had feelings for each other yet they were going absolutely nowhere. They still hadn’t defined whatever they were and anytime Luna brought it up he got defensive and changed the subject. “Prince,” she spoke softly. “What are we? And I don’t want some bullshit answer. I want to know how you feel about me.” Her words were quiet to match the atmosphere. Luna turned her body to face him, folding her legs underneath her as she waited for his response. And wait is what he made her do. Prince, in typical Prince fashion, ignored her while he finished his cigarette. After about 5 minutes, Luna felt triumphant. Why the hell did she think getting involved with her arch nemesis was remotely a good idea? Maybe he was doing all of this to fuck with her. He didn’t really like her and all of this was apart of some plan to humiliate her. The Spaniard wasn’t much of a crier —the only time being at her mother’s funeral — but as she slumped against her seat, she couldn’t quite help the tears welling up in her eyes because, fuck, she loved him. “Forget it,” she mumbled, turning to get out of the car but he stopped her. Their eyes locked — hers glistening from the tears that had yet to fall.

“Luna? Luna!” Cass’s voice called out, snapping Luna back to reality. She turned to her best friend with a smile at the sight of her in her bridesmaid dress. “Cass, you look so beautiful, oh my god!” Luna tried to shake her head of the memory that suddenly came back to her to focus on the fact that she was 10 minutes away from getting married, but she couldn’t quite get it out of her head. It was her favorite memory of Prince. Yeah, she had been about to cry, but it was the first time Prince admitted his feelings. Not drunk, not high, not angrily, but looking Luna in her eyes and telling her how he felt. It was one of their most intimate and vulnerable moments. If it had never happened who knows if they would be here today.

Luna attempted to blink her tears away at his words, but they refused to go away for a much different reason. She was relieved, happy. “Do you really mean that, Prince? Or are you going to take it all back tomorrow and pretend you never said it?” She wasn’t given much of a verbal response. Instead, Prince brought her face to his, reassuring her that he meant everything he said and kissed her.

⊰ v. no reason ⊱

Iola checked out her figure in the mirror again. She didn’t know if this dress was the right one for their anniversary. The blonde had already decided the last nine didn’t make the cut, but she didn’t know if she should make it ten and make them any later for their date than they already were. “Babe, what do you think of this one?” Jason was obviously going to tell her that she looked amazing in anything she put on, so she decided to stick with the dress she had on to get a move on it. This was their fifth anniversary together, and Iola was extremely happy because it meant she was half-way there to marrying the love of her life. His dumb not-marrying-Iola-until-she-was-26 rule was the bane of her existence, but if that was what he wanted then she had no choice than to accept it. They were sat at dinner, laughing and reminiscing about all of their times together. It was amazing to think about the fact Iola had been with the same guy since was 16. Most people assumed that they were both too young to commit to each other, but Iola knew that there was no one else in the world for her than the man sitting in front of her. “My favorite memory of us that’s not when you finally slept with me?” She asked before thinking back to her favorite memory.

Iola had spent months trying to find the perfect prom dress — practically the whole school year. Prom was a big deal in every American girl’s life, and it had to be perfect. She knew that Jason was going to be her date, so she wanted to wear something that would blow him away. All Iola wanted to do was impress Jason whenever she had the chance, and this was her big moment. She knew he felt weird about going to a high school dance, but the fact that he was still willing to be her date made her happy. She just wanted to return the favor. “How do I look?” Iola asked her mom as she walked out in her dress. Her long blonde tresses were dressed in curls as they cascaded over her shoulders. Iola didn’t have much time to admire herself when she heard the doorbell, suddenly feeling extremely nervous. Her hands were shaky as she exited her bedroom. Iola, he’s your boyfriend. Why are you so nervous? she tried to assure herself, but when her eyes landed her boyfriend she got all the more nervous. He looked dashing in his suit. Iola wondered to herself how she got so lucky. She honestly couldn’t get down those stairs fast enough to Jason. “You look amazing, babe,” she said in awe. They did the typical prom stuff: putting on the corsage and boutonniere, taking pictures, and bidding her family adieu. Her cheeks were a bright red by the time they reached the dance from all of the compliments Jason wouldn’t stop giving her. “You flatter me too much, honey,” Iola giggled as they walked into the venue. The night was going well. Iola and her friends were chatting about graduation and college, taking pictures, and dancing. Her friends were suggestive because they knew Iola was still a virgin, and it was the stereotypical thing to lose your virginity on Prom night. Iola chose to ignore her friends. They were horny teenagers, but Iola was in love. She was willing to wait for Jason if that’s what he wanted to do. There was no rush for her anymore since she was 18 and there was no more changing his mind about it. Now it was all about when it was the right time. “Will the most wonderful guy in the world dance with me to this painfully slow song?” The blonde asked, holding out her manicured hand for him to take. Her green hues were filled with contentment and love as she swayed to the music with Jason. “Thank you for coming with me tonight. I know that it must be weird, so I am really thankful that you’re here. I love you.” She kissed him softly before resting her head on his shoulder, spending the rest of the night having fun with Jason.

⊰ july 17th ⊱

Arianna had taken a trip by herself to gather her thoughts. She just needed to get away from everything. Ari couldn’t stand sitting in her home anymore. It was a big house but she often felt alone in it. Zayn was home yet he wasn’t really. It was the same for her, so she needed to get away to clear her head. Ari attempted to focus on the book in her hand but her mind couldn’t stop racing. Throwing it to the side, she opted to take a walk on the beach instead. She couldn’t stop thinking about her fiancé and all of the good times they had before their son died. A slight smile tugged at her lips when she thought about the day she had told him she was pregnant. They were both so happy at the thought that they’d be starting their own family especially Arianna.

Ari’s leg bounced up and down nervously as she waited for Zayn to come home. How was she supposed to tell him? Should she go romantic? Classic? Random? She hadn’t really thought it through since she had only found out a couple days ago. The only person who knew was Serenity. It was actually quite funny because the day she found out, his brother had told her that she was going to find out that she was pregnant then. She chuckled to herself but looked towards the door once she heard the door open. Arianna greeted her fiancé with a kiss, a smile never leaving her face. They started their conversation as usual, but Arianna knew she had to just come out and tell him. “I have a question,” the blonde says nonchalantly. “Are you still opposed to the name Starburst? Because hear me out. Imagine holding a small baby child and it’s having sweet baby dreams. I don’t know about you, but what I’m picturing in my head looks like a Starburst.” Obviously, Zayn was against the name that Arianna always joked about naming her first kid. He told her that they were setting their future kid up for failure and that only made her chuckle. “I don’t think eight months is that far into the future,” she muttered, her eyes gaging for his reaction. It took him a while to catch on to what she was saying but by the time he fully grasped what she was saying, Arianna’s smile reached her eyes. “Yeah, I’m really pregnant!” She was swept into her fiancé’s arms, their laughter flooding their kitchen. Arianna really thought she couldn’t have been happier than in that moment. Was there a better feeling than knowing you were about to start a family with the love of your life? There was going to be a person living and existing and they were a product of their love.

Arianna couldn’t help the lone tear that strolled down her cheek at the memory. She hoped that one day she and Zayn could go back to being that happy.

⊰ v. what if ⊱

It had been years since Arianna and Ashton decided to rekindle whatever they had in the GYHAB house. Yeah, she had ended up with Zayn, but after getting cheated on three times, Arianna had to end it while they were still on the show. She knew that she deserved better but she knew she wasn’t going to find it there, so she left the show soon after her breakup with Zayn. It was a bit random the way Arianna and Ashton ended up crossing paths again, but she was happy it happened.

“I’m actually unemployed and hating on MTV. I don’t know why they would invite me to their awards show but here I am,” Arianna joked with the people she managed to keep in contact with from the show. While Arianna was grateful for the opportunities and experiences the show gave her, they did it at the expense of her personal life. Ari had never lower than when the producers turned her relationship with Cody to shit. When she found out that even though Zayn and Arianna had wanted to sleep together, it was ultimately because of a task or consequence or whatever. Hell, Ashton leaving probably had something to do with them too. The thought of her favorite Aussie made her smile sadly because if he had stayed, maybe her love life wouldn’t feel so hopeless. She missed him so much she could still hear his voice in her head. Or Arianna was delusional enough to think that she did because all of her friends turned to greet him and the other 5SOS members. Arianna hadn’t seen him in a year and a half. They were probably two different people than when they liked each other. “Hey,” she greeted softly, the awkwardness in her tone loud and clear. Ashton attempted to lighten the mood between them with some small talk, but Arianna couldn’t help but feel somewhat angry at him. “Sorry that I’m being so awkward. It’s almost like I’m not 100% over you disappearing without a word before we were supposed to go on our first and after we slept together.” He pointed out that she didn’t have much room to talk because she was in between guys at the same time which just made her laugh because he did have a point. This lead to them having an hour-long conversation about everything that happened between them. “I was totally going to go to the after party because you know I’m such a party animal, but if you’re up for it, I’m still willing to go on that date with you.” Arianna was taking a shot in the dark here. They hadn’t been talking that long at all, but Ari had a gut feeling that she couldn’t let Ashton go again. She didn’t know why but she just couldn’t. And she didn’t. Their first date was amazing. The blue-eyed girl hadn’t really been on a first date before but she was happy it was with Ashton. The two of them grabbed some pizza and walked around to see the sights of New York. It was a very romantic city at night. They sat in Central Park, watching over the city. “Shouldn’t you be getting back? I don’t want your band members to think I’ve kidnapped you,” she laughed, meeting his gaze. Call it cheesy, but as they looked at each other it was if there was something pulling Arianna towards Ashton. Their faces were mere centimeters apart “Am I totally crazy for this?” But she wasn’t given an answer. Instead, she was given a kiss.

Arianna smiled at the memory because if MTV hadn’t invited her unemployed and angry ass to their awards ceremony, who knows when Arianna and Ashton would’ve talked again if at all. “Mum, watch me!” the eldest of her twins called out to her. “I’m watching! Go on!” She called back. Their daughter was sitting on Ashton’s lap cheering on her brother and his little league team. She looked over at Ash, taking her hand into his, and thinking about how amazing her life turned out.

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⊰ v. princess and the moon ⊱

Luna sat comfortably on the cool marble floor, leaning over acrylic plastic to wipe away the crimson sheathing her boyfriend’s skin. She was unsure of how to react when her string of curses about how stressful school was becoming was cut short as her eyes laid on Prince covered in bruises and blood sitting on her couch. That was what came with being a drug dealer, but Luna never thought she’d see the day where Prince was in this condition. There was no one who could even begin to imagine him like this. The heat from the water he stood in radiated through her skin as she treated his wounds, placing kisses after she was done before moving to the next where she would repeat the process. Luna had started to become damp from the running water, but taking care of Prince trumped her peeve about wearing wet clothes. “Dios mío, novio, you have to be careful. As much as I like taking care of you, I don’t like doing it like this,” she spoke softly, placing a kiss of equal measure to his cheek. “Don’t take too long in here. I have a paper due in five hours, and I’m still not done healing your battle wounds,” she smiled, giving him a playfully threatening look as she retreated to her bedroom. Her mind seemed to be at a million different places, and it was now Luna realized that Prince had priority over all of those things. School, work, even her family — Prince was the most important. Even now, she was willing to get an F on her paper in order to make sure that he was okay. Her laptop sat atop her thighs, three of the five pages being done with an hour and a half to finish when Prince finally emerged from the shower dressed in the sweatpants she had left for him. “I was beginning to think you drowned in there,” Luna joked lightly, sitting her computer aside to grab the first-aid kit instead. “You know, I used to have to do this a lot for my brother,” she muttered as her hands busied themselves in finishing her earlier job. “After he got into that gang stuff, he used to come home all beaten up.” Luna couldn’t bring herself to finish the story, but she was only speaking to fill the silence between them. Maybe her stories about her brother would somehow cheer him or make him feel better. Her hazel eyes locked in with his, giving him a small smile, leaning in so their lips were mere centimeters apart. Her hand made its way to his jaw, her thumb hovering lightly over the mark that rested at the corner of his mouth. “Mire este, this is going to scar, babe.” A smile had overtaken her features and a laugh shook her body, pulling away from Prince. “I tried to pull a you on you, but I just couldn’t take myself seriously.” Luna was really trying her best to get him to at least crack a smile but decided to give up as she leaned in to press a kiss to his bruised temple. She encouraged him to lay in between her legs with his head resting on her chest while she attempted to finish her paper, deciding that if he wanted to tell her what happened today, he’d do it whenever he felt like it (also known as when he thinks Luna stops feeling sorry for him.)

⊰ v. no reason ⊱

Maybe Iola had overreacted when Jason had admitted to her that he had slept with someone else when they were broken up but she couldn’t help it. Blame it on the fact that she was a Scorpio and they were notorious for being jealous and possessive assholes. She couldn’t stand the thought of someone having Jason in that way because when they were broken up that’s how she felt. Iola had plenty of opportunities to hook up with other guys at college but every time she thought about Jason. She thought about how she only wanted to share that part of her with him. He was the only one deserving of it. Iola had just gotten back from the hospital, having needed to get stitches because she accidentally broke the ceramic mug in her hand when he dropped the bomb on her. In hindsight, she should’ve known squeezing it to contain her anger was only going to make the situation worse. The faux-blonde knew that Jason wouldn’t be talking to her, but she really wanted to fix things with him. “Jason,” Iola started, however, he just ignored her. She had changed into one of his shirts, the end of it dancing around her thighs. Iola laid down on her stomach on their bed to face Jason even though he was obviously trying to ignore her. “I know you probably don’t want to speak to me — and you don’t have to — but I just wanted to say that I’m sorry. When you told me that you slept with someone else, it made me scared. Like maybe you found someone that you loved just as much as me. Maybe someone better. I shouldn’t have projected the way I feel onto you. When we weren’t together, I felt like I didn’t want anyone else because you were the only person. You were and are the only person that loved me for me and not for what I could give to you. I couldn’t let anyone else in like that, but that doesn’t mean you had to or have to feel the same way I did, so I’m sorry.” She got up to get something out of her purse and left it next to him before she headed to the living room. It had been a gift card to some local art store. She thought it would cheer him up a bit because she had done the same thing after their “first date.” Iola had insisted on taking him out to replace everything she accidentally destroyed but he didn’t ask for much. So she decided to secretly get him a gift card to the store and slip it into the sketchbook that he did pick. She had left on a note on the inside telling him that they were even, but if he really wanted to make it up to her then he could text her and take her on a real date. It was quite bold of her, but Iola knew even then that she wanted him. Her note this time consisted of a simple sorry and if he would let her make it up to him by taking him out.

⊰ july 17th ⊱

Arianna was terrible when it came to staying mad at Zayn. He would fuck up but in the end, she was always there to coddle him for the mistakes he made. Zayn had said something during an argument about regretting proposing to her which sent her over the edge. No one had asked him to propose to her. He had done it because he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, right? Regardless, Zayn’s words hurt and with everything else going on in their life right now, Arianna had had enough. Louis had mentioned a few days ago that he was going back home to see his family and invited her, and now she was going to take him up on his offer. Zayn, of course, tried to convince her to stay but when she told him no, he got more desperate. He started saying things that made her feel sorry for him, and so now here she was with him wrapped up in her arms. “I love you, Zayn, I’ll be back,” Arianna tried to reassure him. “I just need some space to clear my head. But I’ll come back; I always come back.” She rubbed soothing circles on his back, completely disregarding that Zayn was the one who fucked up in the first place. Arianna figured that she loved Zayn and never wanted to see him upset even if it was from her reaction to his actions. It was a horrible trait that she needed to fix. She placed small kisses to his forehead before letting him go to grab her bags. “Just remember I love you, okay?” Arianna said before giving him one final kiss and walking out of their front door.

⊰ v. what if ⊱

The crackling sound of silence filled the room as Arianna and Ashton simply looked at each other. Arianna didn’t mean for things with him to go as far as they did. What happened between them that day Ari showed up at his door was never meant to happen again, but it did. Ari began having an affair. She thought that they were being low key about it, but when Zayn had spotted a hickey on her, and she was left with no choice except, to tell the truth, all of her fears had become a reality. Ari didn’t know about the future of her marriage which should’ve been her main concern, but hearing about what her husband had gone out and done made it seem less important. Ashton was there for her whenever her relationship became too much to handle, and she felt it was her obligation to take care of him. There were times Ashton would get in his feelings about his affair with Arianna. She knew that it was wrong for her to give Ashton false hope about them ending up together especially now that Zayn knew and she was still coming around, but in her defense, she never said that she would even leave her husband for him. She would only run to him when her marriage turned to shit and sleep with him with the occasional non-sexual encounter. Who would possibly get the wrong idea about that? Arianna knew she was a shitty person, so she tried her best to make him feel better. She had brought by all of his favorite stuff, hoping he would it get him out of his rut. “Look who brought you vegemite?” She said cheerfully, finally breaking the silence. Arianna cuddled into Ashton’s side before throwing on his favorite movie. Nothing Arianna was doing was working but at least she was trying, right? She frowned softly to herself before taking Ashton’s hands to make him look at her. “I know I’m the world’s worst person in the world, but I just want what’s best for you and to see you happy. I wanted to have my cake and eat it too. I’ll leave if you want me to. I’ll do anything if it’ll make you feel better.”

#prxttylittle #my muse for luna and prince is out of this world omg #also fun fact the last princess and moon meme is one i wrote ages ago but i never finished all of the ships so i never posted it #also p sure arianna went to the uk with louis after zayn called her pathetic but i can't be bothered to fact check bc i'll get distracted #also i skipped what if for the road trip thing i had nothing omg #⊰ v. princess and the moon ⊱#⊰ v. no reason ⊱#⊰ july 17th ⊱#⊰ v. what if ⊱#( meme reply. )

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