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“You’re overthinking– I’m yours. That’s all I want to be.”, “I’m glad you were here with me.” Andddd “Can you keep holding my hand please?” 😭😭

“You’re overthinking– I’m yours. That’s all I want to be.”

⊰ v. princess and the moon ⊱

One of the consequences Luna hadn’t considered when deciding if she and Prince should go public or not was the few girls that would hate on her for it. He was undeniably attractive. She’d even go as far as to say he was the most attractive man she’d seen in her life. Still, when the words coming out of his beautiful mouth were nothing but short, curt insults and intimidation tactics to everyone he spoke to, Luna didn’t quite understand how the average girl could find him appealing enough to be a bitch to anyone who slept with him after. The main culprit being Stacey, of course. Luna was convinced that she was the reason why anyone else was being unnecessarily rude, but perhaps it was something she tried to tell herself instead of believing girls could be this petty over a guy on their own accord. What was worse was that Luna was in the presence of Stacey more often than she liked because Cass was friends with both of them. She sucked it up for the sake of her best friend, but she was not happy to be having a chinwag with the girl in the corridors. At least it was only ten minutes before her class with Prince and Matt. She wouldn’t have to deal with it long. With a fake smile on her lips, Luna tried to be semi-engaged in the conversation despite their thick accents giving her a headache as she performed the mental gymnastics to keep up. It was even harder when Stacey began to speak, telling a joke that completely went over Luna’s head. “What does that mean?” Luna asked with confusion written across her face. Stacey laughed condescendingly. “I forgot English isn’t your first language. You have to excuse me.” Luna rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry. I can still understand cunt when I hear it.” The words had come out of Luna’s mouth without any thought. Now that she had time to think about it with everyone gasping and looking at her, she didn’t regret saying it. Luna tried to bite her tongue most times for the sake of Cass, but Stacey didn’t seem to have that same courtesy for her. Luna could just apologize to Cass later. People started to inch closer to them now. Great, more people to hear Luna call Stacey out on her shit. “You know, I don’t understand this vendetta you have against me. Is it because you were so replaceable Cass started hanging out with me more the moment she realized how boring you really are, or is it because I’m shagging the guy that finds you abhorrent no matter how much you throw yourself at him?” Luna wished she cared about the tears in Stacey’s eyes or how embarrassed she must’ve felt with everyone around them knowing Luna had been branded the much better version of her by the people they knew, but she didn’t, and she couldn’t care when she noticed Stacey’s hand coming towards her face. Luna attempted to dodge her, but Stacey’s nail still managed to graze her cheek, scratching Luna’s face. Luna’s fingers ghosted over the scratch, and when she pulled her hand away, her fingertips were covered in blood. “I hope that was worth it,” Luna chuckled, her fist immediately making contact with Stacey’s nose, a cracking sound filling the hallway. Luna thought about leaving it there, but she’d only allowed Stacey to fix her ugly nose, anyway. She needed to learn. Luna kicked her in her knees, sending Stacey to the floor before she took her own knee and drove it into her face. Luna got a kick out of how surprised everyone seemed to be, including the girl on the ground clutching her face. Luna was quiet, but she was a force to be reckoned with. It was about time they realized it. “A próxima vez que te metas conmigo, estarás consiguiendo mucho más que una visita a tu cirujano. Did you understand that?” She spat, not sparing anyone a glance as she pushed her way through the crowd to get to her class. She still had 2 minutes to get there.

Luna walked through the door as soon as the bell rang. For a moment, she was confused about why everyone looked shocked, confused, or disturbed until she looked down at herself and realized not only was her white shirt covered in blood, but so was the leg she used to kick Stacey in the face. She took her seat next to Prince and in front of Matt. “Jesus, Luna! What happened to you?” Matthew chimed up immediately. She could only laugh. “Not my blood, but if you think I look bad, you should see the red-headed whore.” Luna didn’t leave them time to take in what she was saying as she immediately turned to Prince. “Someone is surely about to come to find me, so I’d appreciate it after I get my head chewed off, I find you in your car waiting for me.” And right on queue, the Dean came marching into the room and looking for her. Waving goodbye to her friends, Luna followed him. She hated having to pretend she was saddened by the whole ordeal — pretending she cared even a little about Stacey’s tormenting, crying that Stacey hit her first — but it was what she had to do. Luna wanted to kick her ass and still attend the school to be the smartest one there. Her suspension was inevitable. After a torturous 30 minutes of it all, Luna couldn’t help the smile on her face when she skipped out of the building and saw Prince standing against his car, waiting for her. At that moment, she could definitively say he was the most attractive man on this planet. Her adrenaline had her eagerly wrapping her arms around his waist and standing on the tip of her toes to kiss him. Luna didn’t bother trying to explain what happened because, at this point, he already knew. Maybe he’d even seen a video of it. Her assumption was basically confirmed when his hand cupped the left side of her face, his thumb lightly brushing over the scratch on her face. She found it cute he was worried about her. “It’s not that deep. It won’t even scar,” the Spaniard assured him. However, the frown forming on her face revealed far more profound issues than if she was going to have a scar on her face. Luna just couldn’t accept the fact that Stacey would risk getting her face bashed in over a guy. Sure, there were other issues like Cass, but it was glaringly obvious Prince was the biggest one. Luna wouldn’t even act like that over any of her exes, and she actually dated them. She didn’t know if she should vocalize her thoughts, but when Prince asked her what was wrong, she sighed before telling him. “I don’t know, Prince. That’s not the behavior of a girl you fucked a couple times, and that’s it. It’s not like we’re dating or anything, so I won’t be upset, but is there something else I should know about? Because it would’ve been nice to know before I had to punch her in the face.” But Luna had become too easy to read around Prince. Her mouth was saying she wouldn’t care, but her awkward chuckle and nervous lip bite told him the complete opposite. “You’re overthinking — I’m yours. That’s all I want to be.” Luna was surprised by Prince’s confession, but it made her smile nonetheless. “Well, then, I’m yours for the next 72 hours since I’ve been officially suspended. I say we take full advantage of this gift your whore has given us.” Maybe if Stacey gave Luna more opportunities like this, she’d actually start to like her.

⊰ v. no reason ⊱

The entire car ride to Iola’s home was silent. Jason tried to make conversation with her, but the responses she would give were short and unenthusiastic, leaving him to halt his attempts to get her to talk. The thoughts of their waitress flirting with her boyfriend the whole night swarmed her mind. Whenever she came to the table, she addressed Jason first. She was always smiling and giggling as she talked to him, attempting small talk a few times before she turned to Iola, whom she was curt with. Maybe it was her insecurity talking, but Iola always worried that she looked too young and naive for Jason, and the waitress tonight had not eased any of those worries. It was a classic “who needs this little girl when you could have a real women” move, and Iola knew she wasn’t making it all up in her head. She was surprised that the waitress didn’t try to slip her number to him on the receipt with how obvious she was being. And perhaps Iola shouldn’t have been taking it out on Jason since he seemed oblivious the whole time, but Iola was always bad at properly working through her emotions before she acted. Iola reached for the door handle without sparing him a glance once they parked in front of her home, but Jason pulled her back before she could get out. The worry in his face as he asked her what was bothering her instantly softened her demeanor. She hated how even when she was meant to be angry at him, he could still get her to lighten up without doing anything at all. “The waitress was flirting with you the whole night! It was like I wasn’t even there,” she pouted. “And you didn’t even notice. You could’ve told her to stop or something. Did you tip her? I hope you didn’t tip her,” Iola rambled, her anger resurfacing at the thought of the waitress not only getting away with flirting with her boyfriend but also getting a tip while doing it. She was brought back to the present, though, when Jason gently grabbed her hand. “You’re overthinking, Iola. I’m yours. That’s all I want to be.” And deep down, Iola was willing to admit that he was right. Maybe she was overthinking the whole situation. He couldn’t help it if other girls flirted with him, and she shouldn’t have been taking it out on him when they did, but Iola was a jealous girl. She was possessive. That, coupled with her insecurity about their age difference, didn’t make for a rational, non-overthinking version of herself, but of course, he knew exactly what to say to make her feel better. Leaning in to kiss him softly, Iola pulled away with a smile. “Good because I’m sure you can tell I’m not very good at sharing.”

⊰ v. july 17th ⊱

July 16th, Arianna had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming that she was waking up next to Zayn Malik, and on July 17th, she had to do it again to make sure he was actually asking her to be his girlfriend. Never in a million years did Ari ever think he would pick her. Despite all of their late nights and flirting with the occasional hookup, she was never confident that he would see their relationship moving beyond that. Sometimes she didn’t even think she saw it moving beyond that. Zayn was a player in the house, notorious for it even. He had so many options, and Arianna never thought she was any competition for any of them, especially when the top contenders were Ariana and Harry. And Ari had her own reputation in the house that held up against his. She was practically the female version of her boyfriend. They both slept around, and they were both unfaithful in serious relationships. All of this added into Arianna’s constant state of insecurity. Every day for the past two weeks, she felt herself get angry and jealous when he spoke to anyone that wasn’t her. She tried to trust that he could be faithful, but with his track record and warning that he’d never been able to stay committed, she was losing her mind. Arianna had spent the day in bed watching Grey’s Anatomy to take her mind off of it. It provided a good distraction until she got to the episode where George cheats on his wife with his best friend. So much for a distraction. Slamming her laptop closed, Arianna threw her blankets off of her in favor of searching for her boyfriend. She hadn’t seen him all day, and maybe hanging out with him would ease her worries. Zayn was a sweet talker. He always knew what to say to make her feel better. The house was quiet, which was something of a rarity for them. She searched all of the main areas of the house — the living room, theater, kitchen, pool — with no sign of Zayn anywhere. She was ready to give up on finding him until she remembered the place they’d go to get away from everyone: the roof terrace. Arianna crept up the stairs, fully expecting not to find him here either, but as soon as she opened the door, she found her boyfriend chatting and laughing with Harry. There had to be a reasonable explanation for them to be out there alone. They were in the same band and had to learn how to work together without their personal feelings getting in the way. Maybe that’s what they were talking about. It had to be. Arianna took a step back to quietly make her exit, but in typical Arianna fashion, her foot slipped down to the next step, causing her to lose her balance and fall down the stairs. It hurt like hell, but she hit the bottom of the stairs with all of her bones intact. Although she might’ve preferred that over Zayn and Harry rushing to her aid, giving it away that she’d been eavesdropping. “I’m fine, guys, really,” she attempted to assure them until her boyfriend pointed out that her forehead was bleeding. He helped her off the floor before dragging her to the nearest bathroom with a first-aid kit. Ari felt something like a kid being scolded, and Zayn hadn’t even said a word to her. He just moved around silently, torturing her. She’d actually prefer him scolding her than the silence. Arianna winced as Zayn tended to the wound on her forehead. “You don’t have to do this, okay. This was my karma for eavesdropping. I accept my punishment.” She attempted to get up and leave, but he just pushed her back down. Ari was convinced he was getting a kick out of how embarrassed she was at this point. Her point was proven further when he broke his silence to ask her why she was up there in the first place. He definitely wanted to see her grovel. “I was driving myself mad thinking about you with other people, so I went looking for you because you always know how to make me feel better. Except when I found you, it didn’t help at all. Might’ve even gotten worse,” Ari sheepishly admitted. He dropped the bandage in his hand to cup her face. “You’re overthinking — I’m yours. That’s all I want to be.” Arianna smiled softly at him. He was right. She was overthinking. His history definitely prevented her from fully believing him, but it was sufficient enough to make her feel better. Leaning in, she pecked his lips. “When we’re done here, you mind proving that?”

⊰ v. katie and leo ⊱

University was never a thought that crossed Leo’s mind. Despite all of the fairs his school hosted, letters and emails encouraging him to apply to schools and even lectures from his mom, Leo was never compelled to succumb to the pressure. His dad didn’t go to uni, and he turned out fine. In fact, his dad was one of the main reasons he was never interested in going to uni in the first place. Leo was artistically inclined like his parents. Whenever he was meant to be solving equations or taking notes, he would be drawing pictures in the margins of his notebook instead, specifically what he wouldn’t hate to have tattooed on him. Leo’s interest came from the many, many tattoos his father had. He didn’t understand why his dad never took it more seriously, but Leo was more than willing to let him live vicariously through him because it’s what he wanted to do instead of waste time at school. The downside, however, was that all of his friends did go to school and away from London. He’d have loved being roommates with Katie, Eli, and Ava. He did get a taste of what it would’ve been like when he decided to visit them. Leo had arrived at their campus a bit earlier than usual, so he had to meet up with his cousins outside of their class. He got a bit lost on the way, but he found his way eventually. Ava bounced out of the room, engulfing Leo in a big hug before apologizing that she wouldn’t be able to see him again until later that night. Eli rolled his eyes at his sister. “Which professor is it tonight? The married one or the married one with kids?” Ava was visibly annoyed her brother had mentioned that in front of Leo, but she answered the question anyway. “Neither, you twat. It’s a guy in one of my classes.” Eli mumbled something about the guy at least being her age as she walked away. She wasn’t up for much more interrogation about her sex life from her brother in front of their cousin. Leo started laughing. If this was what he was missing by not going to university, he almost wanted to apply for next semester. He was laughing so much his side began to hurt, which only annoyed Eli further. “Laugh all you want. Your dating life doesn’t seem to be going any better.” And that was sort of true. Since graduation, Leo hadn’t focused on going with girls anymore. He had to put in the effort to meet them since he wasn’t surrounded by the same ones every day. It seemed pointless now. Besides, there was a much more important girl in his life. “It doesn’t need to be going better because I have Katie,” Leo reminded him. Now it was Eli’s turn to laugh. “What makes you think Katie is going to want an aspiring tattoo artist over the aspiring lawyer, engineer, doctor, or potential millionaire like that guy she’s talking to right now.” Leo’s head snapped in the direction Eli pointed to, frowning. Leo knew his cousin was trying to start drama, but there was no ignoring the tinge of jealousy he felt watching Katie joke around with someone else. He never questioned his decision to not go to school until right now. Eli knew just what to say to make Leo question everything, and that’s what Leo hated the most about him. He’d only been at their school for an hour, and he was already regretting not applying out of jealousy. The corners of Leo’s lips lifted into a smile once Katie finally looked over and saw him. She seemed to have rushed the end of her conversation in favor of rushing over and engulfing him in a hug. Leo buried his face in the crook of her neck as he lifted her off the ground. They were both smiling, giggling messes. Leo missed his cousins, but it was always Katie he found himself visiting for. She was who he missed the most when he was home. Eli rolled his eyes at the two of them and mumbled something about getting a room before raising his voice to urge them to come on. “Why’re you so grumpy today? I know the perfect solution, but it might require you to not be a virgin anymore,” Leo teased his cousin, setting Katie back down on her feet. He laughed as Katie smacked him on the arm, and Eli stormed off ahead of them. Leo didn’t really care — Eli deserved it. Leo spent the entire walk over to their place, trying to cheer him up, but Eli just kept on reminding Leo about what he said earlier, keeping up his sour mood. Leo and Katie decided to leave Eli alone for the rest of the day and head up to her room. Not that Leo was going to complain about that. He sat down at the edge of her bed as he watched Katie move around the room. Leo found himself thinking about how amazing she was. She didn’t have to do anything special for him to be completely in awe of her. Leo couldn’t imagine not ever having her in his life. “You wouldn’t leave me for some rich prick, would you?” He blurted. Leave him didn’t sound like the right verb to describe their current situation, but they were the best choice of words his brain could come up with. They weren’t together. All Leo and Katie had was a promise. Up until today, that was a promise Leo felt secure about. They weren’t contractually bound to be together after they were done having fun with other people. And if Leo learned anything from Jake and Katie it was that anything could happen to change their relationship. Meeting someone better than him seemed like a possibility. His cheeks went red from how embarrassing he sounded. Leo couldn’t even make eye contact with Katie anymore, but he was forced when she took his face in between her hands. “You’re overthinking — I’m yours. That’s all I want to be, Leo,” Katie assured him. Leo was still too embarrassed to say anything, so he opted to pull her down onto her bed to kiss her instead. He was hoping he could provide a good enough distraction for them to forget that he ever said anything. Leo wouldn’t be able to live with himself if Eli ever found out he got inside of his head again.

“I’m glad you were here with me.”

⊰ v. princess and the moon ⊱

Luna stirred in her sleep as something pulled her from unconsciousness. Her body naturally cuddled itself into the arms wrapped her from behind, attempting to get back to sleep, but the lips gliding across her neck and shoulders kept her from doing so. Finally opening her eyes, Luna scanned the room in front of her. It’d been six months now, and she still wasn’t used to waking up in a bedroom that wasn’t hers or Prince’s. She missed his rather dark room as she struggled to adjust to the brightness of the room. Her eyes fluttered shut again while soft sighs slipped past her lips as he moved up to her ear, alerting him that she was awake now. He took that as his opportunity to cup her face and lean over her to bring their lips together, but Luna could hardly kiss him from smiling so much. “Prince,” she giggled against his mouth. “I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet.” Luna loved waking up like this. It was how she woke up every morning. Either her or Prince would wake up feeling way too in love with the other and kiss each other awake. Though today, they weren’t lucky enough to have the whole morning together. Luna had just turned around in Prince’s arm to properly kiss him when his alarm began to ring. She threw her head back onto her pillow with a groan. He gave her an apologetic look before untangling himself from her, but she was still annoyed. Luna decided she was going to kill Ryan. She loved living in France with Prince, although Luna never thought she’d move for a second time. London was supposed to be it for her. That was where her life was meant to be, but her plans changed thanks to Ryan convincing Prince to move. At first, she was hesitant to leave everything she’d come to know and love, but Luna loved and wanted Prince way more than anything London could give her. That was still true. She could continue to go to school, work on her career, and still have Prince. She was closer to Cass too. Everything seemed to fall in place except her boyfriend’s schedule interrupting them from time to time. She watched as he disappeared into their bathroom with the sound of the shower running following shortly after. She wasn’t far behind, either. Luna padded into the room. Prince hadn’t noticed her presence, which allowed her to revel in the sight that was her boyfriend. He was so unbelievably beautiful. She almost had to pinch herself to believe he was real, but there was a much better option for that on the table. Her clothes joined his on the floor before she joined him in the shower. Luna ignored the burning from ridiculously hot water droplets streaming down her skin and threaded her fingers through his hair as she pulled him down to connect their lips. “You’re definitely going to be late for whatever this morning, but please don’t be late for your party tonight. I don’t like talking to people without you,” She mumbled into the space separating their lips before kissing him once again.

It was just past two in the morning. The chattering of all the people in her home and the music was being muffled by the safe confines of her room. Luna rechecked the time, shaking her head. These types of things didn’t usually have a starting time, but she thought it was fairly obvious anything past midnight was considered late. Maybe he hadn’t heard her because her boobs were out. Luna was annoyed, but she put her on her best smile to join the party. She hardly knew any of the people in their house, if any. She’d only met some of them in passing at other parties since Prince didn’t tend to bring work home. For that reason, Luna hadn’t made it a priority to remember any of them. Perhaps it was the same with her because many of them didn’t have a problem hitting on her as she pushed through the crowd in search of Prince. She found Ryan first, who was forced to the outskirts of the room, but she was still happy to see a familiar face. “Hey,” Luna greeted. “You wouldn’t happen to know if Prince is here, would you?” Ryan pretended to be deep in thought over her question, causing her to laugh. He finally revealed that he’d seen Prince downstairs over by the bar, but Ryan hadn’t let her get away without asking her why her boyfriend was late this morning. “There was more important business that needed to be handled,” she giggled with a wink. Luna couldn’t get down to Prince fast enough. Unlike this morning, Prince found her immediately and called out her name. Their eyes locked from across the room. He was leaning against the bar with a drink in his hand, gazing at her from over his glass as he drank. Many bodies were filtering through their line of vision, but it still felt like they were the only two in the room. She was absolutely enraptured by him. Luna could never get enough of Prince. Her eyes traveled up to the ceiling and returned to his in a second, the corner of her lips lifting into a smirk. This was reminiscent of a time they couldn’t be seen talking to each other, and they could only communicate through smiles and gestures. It was fun to go back to being their younger selves, even if it were only for a moment. Luna slowly ascended up the stairs, looking behind her every once in a while to make sure he was following behind her. “I thought I specifically told you not to be late this morning,” Luna chastised semi-jokingly as they entered their bedroom. Prince doesn’t say anything. Instead, he hums against her skin as he peppered kisses along her neck, positioning his hands on her waist. Luna relaxed into him as she looked out at the city in front of them. All of this was nice —the big house, the fancy clothes, the nice cars, the fantastic views — but they were all extra, bonuses. Prince was what made her life so much better. He could’ve come here alone. The lifestyle was definitely better suited for a bachelor, but he didn’t, and they were both better off because of it. He seemed happier to be away from London, even if it came with the expense of leaving Matt and Panda. They were living together now. They woke up together, went to sleep together. Luna would follow Prince to ends of the earth if it meant her life would feel this perfect all the time. “I’m glad you were here with me,” He whispered into her neck as if he could read her mind. Luna smiled. “Well, I’m glad you brought me.”

“Can you keep holding my hand, please?”

⊰ v. princess and the moon ⊱

It’d been some time since Luna had somewhat reconciled with Prince after her months of being distant. There were attempts at getting back to how things were before she lost Cass and her dad. She stopped finding excuses to leave the room whenever he entered, gave him more hugs and kisses, actually cuddled with him at night. And although Luna was offering herself up physically these days, there was still a deep and sad wretchedness in her heart that didn’t allow her to get there emotionally or mentally. Cass was Luna’s person. Cass was the first, and sometimes the only, sense of home and family she had in London. Losing her was nearly as bad as when Luna lost her mom and losing her dad was a tragedy that spoke for itself. There were so many emotions she still had to sort through, but Luna needed a distraction from it all, so when Panda and Matt invited them out to some fancy party, she was more than happy to accept. Maybe if she pretended to be happy and have her life together, it would start to feel that way when she wasn’t all dressed up, but she was ahead of herself thinking she’d even be able to pretend. The party was beautiful. The room was dressed in purple and green lights, everyone dressed to the 9’s. There were so many disgustingly wealthy people Luna could’ve made connections with for her job, but the only thing she could focus on was Prince’s hand holding onto hers and how much she wished to let go. It seemed like a minor interaction, but for Luna and the irrational thoughts swirling in her mind, they told her otherwise. All she wanted to do was hide from the world, Prince included. “I know I invited you, but I still didn’t expect you to show up,” Matt chuckled as he approached them. Luna put on her best fake smile for their friend. “Why? Thought I’d be too sad to be social?” Matt laughed again, awkwardly this time, before admitting that was exactly why he didn’t expect them to attend. “I hope if I died, you lot wouldn’t think about having fun, but what do I know? I’m the one throwing the damn thing.” She didn’t respond, only shrugging her shoulders to allow Prince and Matt to talk to each other. Matt had a point, though. Should she be out right now? Shouldn’t she be at home properly sorting through her grief instead of a party? Luna lost her best friend and dad within a year of each other, and she was at a party. Both of her parents were dead, and she was at a party. Tears began pooling in her eyes as the guilt and sadness clawed its way through her chest. She started pulling her hand away, catching Prince’s attention. “Can you keep holding my hand, please?” He whispered to her with pleading eyes. Luna was more than aware of Prince being frustrated with her. This was her moment to prove to him that she was actually trying to move past this roadblock in their relationship. Holding his hand was such a simple request, and yet, she couldn’t. “I’m so sorry,” Luna whispered, dropping his hand before she pushed her way through the crowd to go out on the patio. The brick scratching her exposed back, along with the cool breeze, provided her moment of clarity. She was hurting, and no amount of time could pass that would change that. Whenever she thinks about her parents or Cass, she will always want to cry and hide. But Luna did know she had to start learning to live with the pain if there was any hope for herself and her family, and it needed to start by telling her husband how she was feeling. Luna didn’t have too long of a moment alone before he found her. She didn’t want to look at Prince for many reasons, but she forced herself to meet her husband’s eyes, sighing. “I’m trying, Prince, I really am, but emotionally, mentally, and physically, I just feel sad. There isn’t room for much else. I have to ignore it sometimes for our son and for my job, but for everything else, I can’t. I didn’t even have time to sort through things after my dad because I immediately had to turn around and be there for Cass. It’s a lot. I’m going through a lot right now, and I’m begging you to understand that.” Her voice wavered with every word as she attempted to not get emotional. It was scary to be telling him all of this, and she couldn’t even tell if he was receptive to it. Prince hadn’t been a dismissive ass about her feelings in a while, but if their argument a couple weeks ago told her anything, it was that he still could be. Stepping away from the wall, Luna slowly approached Prince, taking his hands into her smaller ones timidly. “You know that I love you, right? I love you so damn much. I couldn’t even begin to imagine my life if I didn’t have you. Even when I try to ignore everything I’ve lost for you, I can’t because then I start thinking about maybe one day I’ll have to learn to live without you too. That’s why I’ve pushed you away. I’ve lost so many people that I love more than anything: my mum, my dad, my best friend. Like, losing them makes me think that I’m meant to lose everyone that means something to me, and when I think like that, it makes me think I’m meant to lose you too. It’s so stupid —I know—to feel that way or to think like that, but I can’t help it. I pushed you away because I convinced myself the more I tried to hold onto you, the more likely I was to lose you, and I can’t lose you again.” She paused, taking another deep breath before continuing. “But Prince, you are my husband. I need you to be my husband. Hold my hand when I can’t hold yours, pick me when I can’t pick you because I will always come back to you, but I can’t do that if you’re not there waiting for me.” Luna expected some push back on the latter half of her rant to him, but she didn’t think she was wrong. Prince didn’t deserve a wife that couldn’t hold his hand, but she also didn’t deserve a husband who couldn’t be more understanding as to why. She wasn’t asking him to meet her in the middle. All Luna wanted was for him to give her the time, space, and support to get through one of the toughest times in her life even when it got tough for him too.

⊰ v. no reason ⊱

Iola thought telling Jason she was pregnant was the most challenging thing she had to do. Her fears of him leaving or not wanting a kid really frightened her. Now that he knew, she realized telling him should’ve been the least of her worries. The real concern was telling their families because aside from the fact Jason and Iola had the maturity level of children themselves, they weren’t married either. Marriage was a big deal in Iola’s family, and she wasn’t ready for whatever their response may be. She knew for a fact her brothers and sister wouldn’t let her live this down. Jason’s family, on the other hand, seemed like a more comfortable option. They were halfway across the globe, and if they had an adverse reaction, at least Jason and Iola wouldn’t have to see them until the baby was born. Iola just began her second trimester, so there was no better time to tell them than now. Iola shut her laptop before picking it up and carrying it into their bedroom where Jason was. He greeted her with a kiss as she climbed into bed with him, settling in her spot and turning to him with a smile. She opened her laptop once again with Facetime up and ready to go. He groaned. Jason already attempted to talk her out of telling his family a week ago, saying that they’ll be dicks about it somehow and that they’d definitely get a more positive reaction from her family. Iola postponed the call for his sake, but she was not changing her mind about this. She was the pregnant one, so she was making the rules. Intertwining their fingers together, Iola hushed him with another kiss. “It’ll be fine, babe. We’re having a baby. Who doesn’t like babies?” She ignored him using her words against her to avoid this phone call. Iola attempted to drop his hand, but Jason stopped her. “Can you keep holding my hand, please?” He asked with a pout on his lips, making her want to kiss it away. Iola nodded, giving Jason’s hand a reassuring squeeze, a smile on her face as her finger pressed the ‘call’ button next to his dad’s name. Iola’s nerves increased every ring the phone went unanswered. She had half a mind to end the call herself, but Jason’s dad’s face popped up on her computer screen before she had time to chicken out. Iola’s anxiety paralyzed her. She couldn’t say anything besides a shaky hello. Iola was pretty grateful when Jason took the lead in sharing the big news. Her only real engagement in the conversation was holding up the ultrasound to the camera to confirm Jason’s words. His dad didn’t look angry, which was a good sign. Iola felt herself start to relax; however, his dad began to list all the hard things about having a kid — the lack of sleep, the inability to do whatever they wanted, how expensive it is, and hardly having time for each other. Iola would’ve preferred the anger. Nothing he was saying was wrong, but it was what scared her the most about having a kid (besides the money, of course). Their lives were about to become drastically different, and hearing it out loud only made her feel more anxious. Iola didn’t tune in to the conversation much after that; she only spoke when spoken to. She was relieved when the call finally ended, but the dread in her stomach returned once she remembered they still had to tell Jason’s brother and sister. Their call with his siblings hadn’t gone any better than his dad. Maybe Iola even preferred his reaction because at least he hadn’t brought up her biggest insecurity about the whole situation — that they weren’t married. Iola was shocked to hear both of his siblings harp on about it. It made her wonder why Jason was so opposed to getting married so soon when his family seemed to think the same as she did. All of the anxiety, confusion, and shock made for a very emotional Iola. As soon as Jason ended their last phone call of the day, she burst into tears. Jason attempted to comfort her by pulling her close, but Iola pushed him away. “No! Your family hates me. They think I’m a harlot who’s going to be a bad mom and carrying your bastard child, and it’s all your fault!” She was going to blame her outburst on all the pregnancy hormones. He did warn her about telling his family first, but that didn’t mean their comments hurt any less. Jason took her face in his hands in an attempt to calm her down, giving her the same spiel about how his family was generally horrible and that they only said those things to upset her. Iola nodded and let him bring her face closer to kiss her. Suddenly, she wasn’t all that sad anymore. Iola had to learn how to stop comparing her life to how it ‘should’ be. Things weren’t going according to her plan, but that didn’t mean she was worse off for it. She was lucky to have Jason around. He was so patient with her despite her attitudes and outburst. There was no need to focus on what his family thought about their situation. All she wanted to show Jason how much she appreciated him, which she was also going to blame on the hormones.

⊰ v. princess and the moon ⊱ a meme that totally doesn’t belong here but you’re getting it anyway

Luna’s transition from Barcelona to London had gone a lot smoother than she expected. She didn’t expect to make one friend, but now she kind of had two, and it was only her third week. Cassandra was like her best friend. They clicked immediately and now every time Luna walked into school, her first instinct was to go find her. Then there was Matthew. She hadn’t had much of a real conversation with him, but she always seemed to bump into him once a day. Usually, he’d use the word ‘fit’, but Cass warned her he did that with all the girls. Luna still appreciated his effort to speak to her even if she wasn’t completely sure what he was talking about. Today, she hadn’t seen much of either of them. Luna was making her way to the cafeteria, mumbling to herself when she heard someone speaking to her. “Why are you talking to yourself?” Cass asked as she joined her. Luna laughed at Cass before explaining she wasn’t talking to herself. There were words in English Luna found very hard to pronounce, so every day she would go through the list of words in her head and repeat them to herself. She didn’t want to sound like an idiot for pronouncing ‘eyes’ as ‘ass’ in front of everyone. They hadn’t made it very far before they ended up running into Matthew too. He’d been talking to some guy she’d never seen before when he decided to join her and Cass on their way. “I think we’re headed off to the same place, aren’t we? I think you lot should join me today. I’m sure the boys would love to see you, Cass, and meet your gorgeous new mate.” And Matthew was not taking no for an answer. He wrapped his arms around both of their shoulders and tugged them along to the cafeteria. Luna’s cheeks turned light pink once she realized ‘the boys’ included the handsome one she caught staring at her last week. She was hoping he didn’t think she had anything going on with Matthew. “Christmas has come early this year because look at the gifts I’ve brought you, lads.” Matt dropped his arm from around Cass to rest a hand on — who she remembered as — Nick’s shoulder. “Cass knows everyone, but Luna, this is Nick,” Matt announced. “I don’t have much to say about him except that he’s fucking ace.” Luna nodded, not really saying much. They’d met before. She actually found him to be quite obnoxious, so she wasn’t keen on having a conversation with him. Besides, there was someone she was much more interested in meeting at the table, and Matthew then threw an arm around him to introduce him next. Luna had seen him before, but it was always in short, fleeting moments. She was happy to finally put a name to this mystery boy’s face. “Last and certainly least, this is Prince Jameson. Don’t be fooled by his name or his looks because whilst he’s a man of few words, they’re almost never pleasant.” Matthew was right. Although Prince’s face was fixed into what she now knows as his infamous scowl at Matt’s introduction of him, his name did seem fitting for his appearance. His eyes were hazel like hers, yet he wore them so much better than she did. He was sitting, but she could tell that he was taller than her 5’10”. With his high cheekbones and strong jaw, his face seemed perfectly symmetrical besides the scar that rested on the right side of his face just underneath his chiseled jawline. He was perfection. Just like a prince would be. “Prince,” Luna repeated, slowly. Her accent made it much more difficult to say his name compared to the others. “It’s very nice to finally meet you.” The words had come out of her mouth more flirtatious than she wanted. Though, she did want him to know his staring the other day piqued her interest. She wasn’t sure if her attraction to him was apparent to everyone around them, but they didn’t get very far into a conversation before Cass tugged on her arm and pulled her out of whatever trance she was in to introduce her to other people. Luna didn’t want to stop talking to Prince. She wanted to answer all of his questions and ask some of her own, but instead, she allowed herself to be pulled away. Not without waving goodbye to him, though. She chuckled to herself when Matt waved back instead of Prince. Luna spent the rest of the day thinking about him. Cass mentioned that she thinks Prince likes Luna because when Nick introduced Cass to him he hadn’t even looked at her, let alone speak to her. Luna didn’t know what to do with that information. She liked him. She thought he was cute, but what now? Matt and Cass implied that he generally wasn’t likable, so should she even bother with him? Was he even into her? Shouldn’t he be the one to start talking to her? There was also the problem of Luna being too embarrassed to say anything more to him out of fear her English skills would turn him off. She’d spent so much time thinking about him, the rest of the day seemed to fly by. Luna parted ways with Cass and made her way to her locker. As she opened her locker, Luna glanced down the hall and there Prince was again with Matthew was still by his side. Luna looked away quickly to avoid making eye contact and hurried to pack up her things to leave for the day. Shutting her locker close, Luna began making her way to her flat alone, mumbling the new word she added to her list.

#prxttylittle #this meme challenge: find the ariana grande lyrics #also luna saying mum? shes gone full british #also meme challenge: find where i steal from grey's #i totally wrote that meme of luna punching stacey while i was on a high from reading this mob book and you can tell lmaooo #i hate that july 17th meme like with a passion but i wrote too much of it to delete it #besides that i literally don't know them lmaoooo #also if you don't listen to every kind of way by her reading that france meme then what are you doing #also i totally wrote jason's dad being a dick before you said he likes her oops #our minds writing about france and baby squad in college tho wow #i've looked at these memes so much i don't like them anymore skfhksfh #and idk where british schools keep their lockers so i put them in the halls whatever!#⊰ v. princess and the moon ⊱#⊰ v. no reason ⊱#⊰ july 17th ⊱#⊰ v. katie and leo ⊱#( meme reply. )

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<3 Soft Bias Tag <3

I was tagged by @neorithic aka Rose (thanks bub <3)

I don't know the rules and which bias you’re supposed to talk about but my first ever bias out of everyone was Vernon! So I thought I'd talk about him, my #1, the love of my life.

Here we goooooo 🍃

Who is your bias: Vernon 💕

What made you notice them: Svt was the first group I've really been a fan of, kpop wise. My friend showed me Adore U and Mansae back in 2015 and she pointed out Vernon to me first. I remember seeing him in his long brown hair and bandana and I said: "heck, he's adorable and now Im trapped."

what's your favorite thing about them: My go-to answer would be all of him, as he's quite literally one of my favorite people to ever exist (🙁💕) But the one thing that sticks out is his open-mindedness and perspective on the world. I feel like he's aware of society's faults and where people could improve. To me, he would also be very willing to learn more about the plights of people with different experiences from the ones he's had. I think he would be like that when it comes to anything, really, which is why I think he's very open-minded. He's up for new experiences and challenges, and would be down to learn about anything and everything.

who would initiate skinship more: (Oh boy, I'm getting soft) I think it would definitely be me, Vernon doesn't strike me as a very physically affectionate person. But I ❤love❤ physical contact, hand holding, hugging, etc. So I feel like I'd be the one leading that department.

who would hog the blankets more: I know for a fact that I am the most lifeless sleeper in the world. I dont move at all or make any noise what so ever BUT I do love sleeping all cosy and stuff so I just might take a little bit extra from his side.

who would be more clingy: Im not a clingy person, I do like affection but I wouldnt describe it as clinginess. But I feel like I would miss being around him easier than he would miss being around me, if that makes sense? I'd probably start feeling it in like a week of not seeing him but he probably wont until a little afterwards.

who would say I love you first: I think I have a lot of love and affection to give, so maybe me? BUT relationships also scare the living fuck out of me, so I'd very much be terrified, which would lead me to possibly not saying anything for a long time. I also think that he's the kind of person where saying I love you is a really big deal, like he really really needs to build that relationship and trust first before anything, so that would delay it for a while too. But I'd probably crack first to be very honest.

who would be more easily flustered: Oh Christ, I feel like the both of us?? Vernon's ridiculously awkward and so am I. So I think we would make each other flustered and probably joke about it afterwards 😌

What cuddling position would you two have: You can never go wrong with a good ol' spooning. Im super willing to be either big or little spoon so I dont mind, though I think he might prefer big spoon. I would also not mind him laying on me to be honest? Like on my chest, while I play with his hair. Also, technically not a cuddling position, but I love when people put their head on my lap! Like aw :( thank you for trusting me with your noggin.

which colors remind you of them and why: One of the things that attract me the most about Vernon is his seemingly calm energy. Simply put, he seems like a super chill guy and I, the Queen of overthinking/anxiety, really need that opposite in my life. This makes me associate him with colors that are calming to me such as: light blue, white, forest green, soft grey, etc.

which season would you like to spend with them: Literally all of them, my whole life’s worth of seasons. Heck, even my afterlife. But I feel like my favorite would be summer. To me, Vernon feels like the best friend you'd fall in love with and what better season to spend with your best friend than summer, where you're free to make all the memories you want? I think we would do a lot of hanging out in backyards, going to arcades, catching up on some webtoons in the middle of the day while eating some ice cream, or movie nights where we spend time in a fort that took us like 2 hours to make because my perfectionist Virgo mind couldn't get over the pillows being positioned a certain way or something, exploring the city or going to a completely different place we've never been to, outside of the city. I would also take him to all of my family bbqs in Connecticut, where I can teach him how to dance bachata as my mom and tias marvel at the fact that he's at least trying.

who would bake cookies and who would steal the batter: I think it would be something we do together after spending a few hours at one of our houses. Eventually, it's gonna be baking time. I would mix everything, while he takes little bits out of the bowl cause we know he's usually the type to eat ANYTHING first and then when I try to scold him about salmonella he giggles and offers me some. I, weak and fragile for the boy, accept his offer and pretend to be mad about it.

which one of you would make bad puns and how would the other react: LISTEN, half of my humor is made of puns. Now, Vernon is either the King of Reactions or the King of Barely Having a Reaction. I feel like if it was a good one he'd laugh with that silly ass laugh of his and high five me but if it kinda sucked he'd probs chuckle at me with a disapproving look on his face tbh.

which one of you would nearly burn down the kitchen trying to microwave a poptart and who come to the rescue: V E R N O N. Definitely, Vernon. And then I would run in there, with my heart beating out of my chest because for fuck'sake Vernon, our lease isn't even up yet and you almost burned the place to ashes.

who likes to lean over tall railings and who pulls them back: I love, love, LOVE high places, so I would lean first. He'd then come over and lean with me but he'd pull away first and would have to drag me away too ://

what would you watching a horror film with them be like: I love watching horror movies for the simple fact that I find them hilarious and usually laugh throughout the entire thing. At first, I think he'd be like?? why are you laughing?? someone's literally being dragged down to hell in front of us and you're giggling about it? But after he gets used to it, I feel like we'd make really good commentary that leaves us in giggle fits most of the time. Unless he's really really immersed, I wouldnt wanna disrupt something he really likes.

who would be the cheesy flirt and who would be the smooth flirt: I cant flirt for the life of me, I literally dont know, I cant function. I feel like if I tried I'd definitely be cheesy though. As for Vernon, he's also super awkward as I said, so he'd jokingly try to be smooth but it just ends up being cheesy and really funny.

who is more competitive: I dont associate Vernon with competitiveness at all, he seems like he's just in it to have a good time, with good people. I'm like that too for the most part. But if we're talking Uno, Scrabble, Jeopardy, or Kahoot, Im tearing him a new one.

who would have to be given constant reminders: I feel like we'd remind each other of things but I would remind him to do simpler things like tidy up the room, or that it's his turn to do the dishes and where the keys are. Whereas, I think he'd have to remind me of things that I forget when I get too caught up in my head like eating properly, sleeping well, and knowing when to stop and enjoy my life.

who sends memes and who sends cute Im miss you text at 3 am: We both send memes, are you kidding. That'll be most of our chat history, I'd have a whole folder just dedicated to ones I can use in conversation with him. I feel like I'd send the 3 am I miss you texts a lot more often, cause not only am I a super emo cancer moon but I get extra affectionate after like 1 am for WHATEVER reason. Though, I think he'd surprise me with one out of blue because I sure as hell wasnt expecting that from him. But I also think he'd find other ways of showing you he misses you without saying it. He seems like the type where you need to learn how he shows his love through his actions because he wont really do it with words.

And that's the end of that! I rambled so much I'm so so so sorry but I love Vernon with my whole heart and could ramble about him for hours.

Thanks again to Rose for tagging me!! I had a lot of fun.

Im tagging my mother dearest @bright-hao , @tuanm , @jonisuh , @agustminpd

and anyone else who sees this and wants to give it a go <3

#feel free to do this if you want guys <33 and I cant wait to read them if you do #and if we've never talked before #hi!! I hope you're okay with me tagging you and if not please tell me! I totally wont if it makes you uncomfy #but I hope you have fuuun if you want to do this!#hvc #tag

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