#yes the memes i have made you wait 98234374 years for are finally here

[beencaughts]

❛ I stayed up to talk to you. ❜, ❛ I know I love you. I know that you love me. ❜ annndd ❛ You make me want to be a better man. ❜ :))

  ❛ I stayed up to talk to you. ❜

⊰ v. princess and the moon ⊱

It was very rare for the squad to hang out anywhere that wasn’t Nick and Matt’s place. Luna would’ve never seen Prince’s flat had they not slept together, and she preferred to keep them away from her apartment too. Cass, on the other hand, not so much. Luna heard two booming voices outside of her front door. One talking about how they hadn’t shagged anyone in a week, and the other making fun of his desperation. She wasn’t too shocked when the door opened and revealed the voices belonged to Nick and Matt; however, she was surprised that they, along with Prince and Pandora, was walking into her flat. She didn’t stay downstairs with her friends for long. She would’ve loved to hang out with them any other time, but she was in the middle of something important in her room. She’d been working on it all day, the sun rising and setting without her finishing it. The only light that filled the room was from the small lamp on her desk. Her pencil moved furiously across the page. Why couldn’t she get it right? No mark she made on the paper made the drawing any better. Luna was so caught up in critiquing her work, she hadn’t even noticed that Prince walked into her room and approached her from behind. Luna jumped in her seat when he placed a hand on her shoulder. She immediately slammed her book closed. “Jesus, Prince! You scared the hell out of me.” He shrugged. “Everyone fell asleep downstairs. I stayed up to talk to you.” Her chest was still rising and falling rapidly from the scare he gave her, but a smile crept onto her face. It was cute he’d waited out everyone downstairs just to come to see her. It was small, but it made her feel wanted, special even. Luna stood from her seat at her desk with her book in hand, taking Prince’s with her free one and guiding him to sit on her bed. She made herself comfortable in his lap before flipping through the endless pages of drawings until she found the one she’d been working on moments ago. “I’ve never shown anyone these, especially the ones I hate, so consider yourself lucky,” Luna grumbled, finally holding it up so he could get a better look at the sketch. “I was, uh, trying to draw you. I usually draw girls, and I wanted the challenge. It’s terrible, isn’t it?” She laughed as she cast the book to the side. Luna turned around to place her legs on each side of his thighs, her fingers dancing along his stubble. “I couldn’t get anything right. Your jaw,” She whispers as she places a kiss there. Her lips ghosted over his skin until, “Your nose,” where she kissed him again. “Your eyes. Your lips.” Luna brought her mouth to his, fingers finding their way through his hair to pull him closer. Their lips moved languidly, but it was enough for Luna before she pulled away. “I know you said you stayed up to talk, but maybe there’s something better to do.”

⊰ v. no reason ⊱

The streets were comfortably vacant at three in the morning. There was a max of five cars on the street, none of the drivers paying attention to the blonde strolling down the sidewalk. Hopefully, she won’t run into any ax murderers, but she was willing to take her chances. It was strange that Iola felt more comfortable outside with criminals than being in her apartment and confronting the fact that her boyfriend went out with the one girl he knew she’d never be okay with. She had nothing against the girl personally, but Iola wasn’t exactly happy that they both experienced Jason do that one thing that drove Iola absolutely wild. She could feel the jealousy creep through her skin just thinking about it. The feeling grew more intense as she reflected on the night because more than being jealous, Iola was hurt. He tried to conceal that he was going out with her. If that was his idea to get Iola to be less possessive, it backfired big time. It was a crazy thought, but maybe he’d done that so he could see if his thing still drove her wild too. Iola sighed, the condensation of her breath disappearing into the night. Iola wished she could do the same. She forced herself to return to her apartment since she couldn’t avoid her boyfriend for forever. Iola felt a tinge of guilt when she walked into their bedroom, eyes landing on Jason immediately. His hair was sticking in every direction, which told her he had been constantly running his fingers through it. His eyes grew in size once they noticed she returned, and it wasn’t until he was standing in front of her that she saw his cheeks were damp and he was telling her he stayed up to talk. She hadn’t meant to cause a panic, but she needed her space. In hindsight, choosing so late at night after an argument to get it wasn’t the smartest idea. And she hadn’t made matters any better when he asked her where she was going two hours ago and her response was, “I don’t know, Jason. Somewhere you aren’t and someone else is.” Iola knew what it sounded like, but her response to being angry was to always go low even when she didn’t mean any of it. She nodded her head in response, taking a seat on their bed. Her head hung low, her eyes focused on her lap to avoid crying herself. “What’s there really to talk about? I’m pissed that you even considered hanging out with someone you’ve slept with. Like, I’ve really spent the past two hours trying to understand how you would even think I would be okay with that until I realize you didn’t think that, and that’s why you tried to be secretive about it.” She spoke, finally meeting his gaze. “Jason, how can I trust you when you can’t even be honest with me? Yeah, I can’t stand the fact that you fucked someone else, but I can’t stand you keeping things from me more.”  Iola took Jason’s face between her hands, wiping the tears away from his face. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I love you so much, Jason. Just be honest with me, please?”

⊰ july 17th ⊱

Usually, the counselor didn’t ask a lot of hard-hitting questions. She really left it up to Zayn and Ari to bring up the most pressing issues in their relationship, so Ari was taken back when they had only been in the room for twenty minutes before she asked them why they thought they were still together. It was a good question but also a hard one. The most readily available answer was because they loved each other, but that answer didn’t seem to be practical enough. All of the answers Ari could come up with — they were engaged, lived together, had a bunch of pets, been through a lot together — didn’t seem to be the right way to answer either. “I don’t know why,” Arianna blurted out. The counselor raised an eyebrow at her, and Ari could almost feel Zayn’s glare on her face. “I couldn’t tell you why I think he’s with me, and I couldn’t tell you why I’m with him besides that I love him. But is loving each other enough? I’m not so sure.”

Arianna used to be optimistic that love was reason enough to power through their problems, but her optimism died partly with her son. The other part when her fiancé decided that going out was more important than rebuilding their relationship. In the counseling sessions, she often wondered if they would even need to be there had he prioritized her before shit truly hit the fan. Now, Arianna convinced herself that their relationship remained for more practical reasons. She couldn’t name any of those reasons, but it was her small piece of hope that there was something tangible saving her soon-to-be marriage. She’d been avoiding Zayn all day, locking herself in her office on the excuse that she had work to do when she really spent all day chatting with Serenity about what her sister should pack for her upcoming honeymoon and watching Youtube videos once that conversation ended. It was half-past eleven when Arianna finally emerged from her office, and for the first time ever, she was actually hoping Zayn wouldn’t be home. Arianna stepped inside of their bedroom with her fingers crossed, but she knew it was wishful thinking especially after what she said in counseling. The lights were off but the jarring scent of tobacco told her that he was outside on the balcony. Arianna so badly wanted to climb into her bed and pretend she was sleep to put off talking to him, but she knew that wasn’t the right thing to do. Counseling was about getting them to communicate with each other even if they didn’t have the most pleasant conversations after, but it needed to happen for them to get better. With a dramatic sigh, Arianna forced herself to join her fiancé outside. Zayn didn’t immediately acknowledge her presence. It wasn’t until his half-smoked cigarette was down to his fingertips did he finally speak. “I stayed up to talk to you,” he admits. Arianna nods her head. “Zayn, what I said earlier that was—“ Arianna paused as she attempted to find the right words. “I love you. I love you so much and that is why I’m with you, but when she asked us that question, love didn’t seem like enough. I mean, sometimes I question if you even love me.” Arianna didn’t feel like she was revealing any new information. Zayn knew that was she was insecure, often calling into question if she was good enough for him or if he loved her. It was all with reason, though. “I’d like to think that you do, but can you really love a person if all you are to them is mean, dismissive, and distant? Like, love didn’t stop you from cheating on me or leaving me or abandoning me. If that was all we needed to do to fix everything, wouldn’t we have the perfect relationship? We definitely wouldn’t need some random lady asking us why we’re still together if that were the case,” Arianna attempted to joke but it fell short. She turned to him, taking his hands into her own to get him to look at her. “Zayn, all I ever wanted from you was to feel like loving me was enough.” Arianna hoped that he could see where she was coming from and not get defensive, or else this would turn out to be another long night of arguing. 

❛ I know I love you. I know that you love me. ❜

⊰ v. princess and the moon ⊱

The man next to Luna could’ve been telling her the cure for cancer, but she heard none of it because her eyes were drawn elsewhere. Classical music played lowly in the background as old socialites and business owners dressed in their Chanel, Tom Ford, Dior and just about any famous designer she could recognize moved around the room. The entire event was too pretentious for her, and the only thing that was saving her was the wine in her hand. Matthew had begged her and the others to attend the party his parents were throwing. Luna felt bad that he often had to be surrounded by such rich pricks when he was the very opposite, so she agreed to be there for her friend. Little did she know that Matthew had invited Prince, whom she couldn’t take her eyes off of from the moment he walked in. It amazed her how easily he blended in. Maybe it was because he was speaking to Matt’s parents, so he looked more relaxed since he knew them so well. Or maybe it was because of the all-black ensemble he donned. He was all the way across the room, but Luna could still tell it was expensive and designer — a contrast to the Prince she knew before. It made her wonder if her cowl neck satin dress was fancy enough for this party. The guy next to her seemed to think so. She only turned back to the man when she caught Prince’s glance, immediately looking away from him. “It was so nice talking to you, but I have to excuse myself to find my friend.” Luna almost tripped herself nearly running to find Matt. Why didn’t he tell her he invited Prince? She hadn’t really been in the mood to see him since their last fight and felt like she at least deserved a heads up. She found Matthew, but he was talking to the rest of their friends which somehow included Prince. He really knew how to be everywhere she didn’t want him to be. “Hey,” Luna interjected, a sarcastic smile on her face. “Matt, when you said you invited everyone, I didn’t know you literally meant everyone.” She glanced towards Prince for a second before averting her gaze again. “I’m actually not feeling up for a party anymore. I’m just gonna go home.” Luna wasn’t sure how she was going to get there because Matt and Panda were her ride there. Maybe the cure for cancer guy was up for it? She was nearly to the exit before she felt a hand wrap around her wrist. Luna rolled her eyes. “What, Prince?” She asked bitterly. Of course, he knew that she didn’t have a way home, so of course, he was offering. And of course, she accepted even though he was the reason why she wanted to leave. And just like always, their arguing commenced once they stepped into her flat. It was funny how now their arguments were about how she felt about him. She now understood how annoying it was when she used to do it. “I know I love you. I know that you love me,” he said to her. Luna chuckled bitterly. “Prince, the only thing I love about you is fucking you, okay? I could never love you the way I used to. Not after you left me.”

Luna’s eyes focused on Prince next to her. Here she was, in bed, and the only thing covering her was her soft white sheets and Prince’s arm slung over her waist. She never allowed herself to fully admire Prince being so close to her since his return. Luna always opted for an argument or telling him to leave before she could allow herself to get carried away, but there was something about this morning that made her indulge in him. She had never seen a man more beautiful, and he was here, with his arm around her like she wanted ever since he left. Luna hesitantly brought her hand to rest on his cheek, being sure not to wake him. His stubble tickled her fingertip as her thumb glided over the hair covering his face. She couldn’t help herself from running her fingers through his hair, which laid flat against his forehead. Luna brushed his hair to the side slightly to get a better look at his face, but it only caused her to wake him up. Her face turned a deep shade of red being caught admiring him like this. “Morning,” she whispered with a slight smile gracing her lips. She was taken back when he hugged her closer and pecked her lips before grumbling a ‘morning’ back to her, a smug look on his face from catching her actually enjoying his presence. She pushed him away playfully, her laughter filling the room, but he only pulled her closer so that he hovering over her now. There was something about them lounging around in her bed and messing around like they used to that brought back a whirlwind of emotions. Luna couldn’t tell if they were positive or negative because she was so happy to have him here with her, but there was a deep sense of sadness plaguing her too. All of the times she cried herself to sleep wanting nothing more than for Prince to be there when she woke up came back to her in a rush. What she was feeling was complicated, and it all came spilling out of her eyes. Her smile fell and Prince’s smirk was blurred with tears as her expression shifted. Luna felt so embarrassed by her sudden shift in mood that her hands went to hide her face from him. She wanted him to say she was crazy and make her feel bad about it, but the way he tried to gently pry her hands away from her face and asked her what’s wrong only made her cry harder. “You were right, okay? I do still love you. I started thinking about all the times I wished you were here, and now that I finally have it, I didn’t know what to do. I love you so much, but I’m so hurt, Prince. I look at you and all I can think of is how hurt I am. It’s hard for me to know if I can forgive you and be with you without feeling like that, but I don’t want to be without you either. I don’t know what I’m doing, but please don’t leave me again, Prince. I know I look so pathetic right now, and I can’t handle this, but I couldn’t handle that more.” Luna finally allowed him to pull her hands away from her face. She didn’t have it in her to fight his affections anymore, so she allowed him to wipe away her tears though it was useless because every tear he wiped away was replaced with many more. 

⊰ v. no reason ⊱

Iola swayed her hips to soft beat flowing through the kitchen as she managed to scrape something together for breakfast. She hadn’t been to Jason’s apartment in nearly a year, and yet, his fridge looked like it always did — slightly empty with no real food in it. At least she had Ed Sheeran to get her through her personal episode of Chopped. As the song faded and moved into her favorite track, she felt a pair of hands on her hips while his lips attached themselves to the crook of her neck. “Jason,” Iola giggled as one of her hands found itself cradling the back of Jason’s head. It fell from its place once he turned around to face him. Her smile became impossibly wide at the sight of him. Jason was always telling her how beautiful and out of his league she was, but she felt the exact same way about him. She will never understand how the world brought her the sweetest and kindest man ever. Iola allowed herself to pulled away from the stove and into the middle of the floor. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders as he pulled her closer, moving them to the music. “And I know it’s been a while, but I still feel the same,” Iola sang along with the song. They had both been smiling, but she watched as his fell after that line. He was starting to think too much, she knew he was. They weren’t really back together despite them acting like they were. The only difference being that Iola wouldn’t say certain things to him, like that she loved him even though it was obvious she still did. She could feel the happiness dissipate when he asked her what they were doing, why they weren’t officially back together. “Things just work easier without labels. Why is it so important to you that we just jump back into things?” Iola was scared to label their relationship again because, in another 12 months, they were going to back where they were: Iola going back to school and having to decide to continue their relationship or not. Things were easier this way, for both of them. “Because I love you. I know you love me too so why not?” Iola unwrapped herself around Jason, returning to finish breakfast and thinking about his question. She did love him. She loved him more than anything in this world, and with or without a label Iola knew it would be hard to leave him again. Iola turned to face him. “I do love you, and I’m just so fucking scared of messing this up again by labeling it, but you’re right. We should give it another shot. What’s the worst that can happen, right?”

⊰ july 17th ⊱

Arianna thought Zayn was absolutely out of his mind to be saying this to her right now. She hadn’t been feeling well for the last few days, and the last thing she needed was her fiancé telling her that he cheated on her after they got back together the second time, but alas this was her reality. She was seriously regretting asking about his confusing phone call, so at least she could’ve suffered in peace. Arianna buried herself further in their sheets. “Can you, like, go?” was the only response she felt well enough to give, but Zayn wasn’t going to give up that easily. Arianna was beyond the point of leaving him so she couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t allow her to wallow over this shitty revelation alone especially when she was three seconds away from throwing up her insides. She felt she was allowed to be mad and hurt even if it did happen over a year ago. He did just only tell her right now. Clearly, her soon-to-husband wanted a bigger reaction from her. “Love should keep me from being mad at you and wanting to leave you, but it didn’t keep you from cheating,” Arianna threw out bitterly. She threw the cover from over her head to glare at Zayn, though it was more of a sad scowl. “Yeah, it happened ages ago, but you kept it a secret for that long too. Like, did you really think I’d be okay hearing about the man I’m planning on marrying sleeping with someone else while we were together even though he could’ve done it when we literally weren’t together and saved me like 70% of the heartache? But you don’t understand because I would never and have never cheated on or hurt you.” And then she was in tears. Arianna didn’t want to or even feel like crying. She was angry and annoyed. Why was she crying? Zayn pulled her into his embrace. He ran a comforting hand through her hair, and though she hated to admit it, it was making her feel better. “I know that we love each other, but you’ve got to stop doing this, Zayn. Please.”

❛ You make me want to be a better man. ❜

⊰ v. princess and the moon ⊱ ft. ⊰ brotp. aesthetic queens ⊱

Luna jumped back and frowned from the small stings scattered across her arms and torso from the grease of the food she was cooking. She wanted to treat Cass to dinner since she knew she wasn’t being the best roommate the night before. The rest was all done, tucked nicely away in the toaster oven to preserve its heat. It was all left to the croquettes that wouldn’t stop popping on her arms. A bralette and sweatpants that hung off her hips despite her rolling the waistband twice wasn’t the best attire for cooking, but Luna hated wearing shirts when she didn’t have to and Prince’s sweatpants, well, they were his and she was prone to surrounding herself with relics of him while they were fighting, which right now they were in a pretty big one. She just wished Cass wasn’t home to hear it last night. As she switched off the stove, placing the last of the bacon on a place, Cass descended down the stairs. “Buen Provecho!” Luna announced, placing the plate she made for Cass on the island with a smile; however, her smile was not returned. Instead, she was met with worried eyes and a scowl as Cass’s eyes rolled over the dark purple hickeys scattered across Luna’s neck and collarbones and the faint bruise in the shape of a hand on her wrist. Cassie gave her a disappointed look. “What?” She asked, drawing her hand away and hiding it beneath her arm as she folded them across her chest. Luna shouldn’t have been too surprised when Cass started ranting and raving about how bad Prince was, how she didn’t have to feel like she needed to save or fix him from his childhood traumas at her own expense, but what the hell did she know? She didn’t see or feel the scars covering his body or hear the stories he’d tell her. Cass didn’t see the moments where Prince cuddled with her, kissed her, and told her he loved her because if she did, maybe Cassie would understand why Luna loved him too, and it wasn’t because she wanted to fix him. Luna raked her hands through her long tresses, a frustrated sigh slipping past her lips. “What the fuck do you know?” Luna snapped. “Is Prince perfect? No, but is anyone? Isn’t there something about Nick you wish you could change?” Luna watched as her friends scowl softened for a moment before she rolled her eyes at the Spaniard, not backing down from her position about how horrible Prince was. “God, Cass, just shut the fuck up and mind your business. I don’t need you telling me who I should and shouldn’t be with. The last time I checked, my mom was dead.” Before she could argue any further, Luna stormed upstairs to her room discarding her bra for a loose white shirt and her sweatpants for jeans. It was chilly outside, but Luna didn’t even care that she didn’t have a jacket on. She just needed to get out of there. She ignored her best friend calling out her name as she stormed out of their flat and to her car.

Luna’s fist pounded on the door of Prince’s flat. She hadn’t meant to but was definitely taking some of her frustrations out on it. She hadn’t even realized someone was opening the door until her fist was almost colliding with Prince’s face, which didn’t help their already rocky relationship status right now. She ignored his complaining as she walked past him into his flat.  “Where’s Pandora?” She asked, turning to him. He mumbled something about her being out with friends and without really thinking about it, her lips were on his. The anger she was feeling towards him and Cass mixed with the undeniable attraction she always felt towards him made for a Luna that just wanted fuck her frustrations away. “I’m still mad at you, but my best friend’s a bitch and I’d really like to forget the past 30 minutes,” She mumbled against his lips. Luna was grateful when his hand finally found her face as he guided her back to his room. It was stupid to be sleeping with him since their last argument ended with Prince telling her that’s all she was good for with her wrists pinned against the door to keep her from touching him, but she couldn’t find herself regretting it when he successfully fucked away her stress. Luna was hoping that the silence that followed lasted long enough for her to fall asleep, but she wasn’t afforded that luxury when Prince finally spoke up and asked what happened between her and Cass. She sighed. “We got into a fight about you,” Luna admitted, resting her hand on his cheek. “I got so mad at her because I didn’t like that she was implying there was even something broken about you to fix. Or even if there is like we all don’t have shit we need to work on. Yeah, you’re a volatile asshole, but that doesn’t mean something’s wrong with you, right?” Luna’s brows furrowed in confusion as she watched him shake his head with a laugh, his hand coming to rest on top of hers. “No, but you make me want to be a better man.” Now it was her turn to laugh. “Prince, whatever ‘better man’ you think you can be I need you to know you’re already that. I love you and want to be with you because I know you’re good, and I wish you and Cass would realize that.” Luna smiled sadly, pulling her hand away and turning away from before he could respond. She wasn’t in the mood to rehash the same thing she wanted to forget about. Tomorrow, she’d have no choice when she went back to her flat or when she and prince inevitably discuss their relationship again. But for now, she just wanted her peace. 

⊰ v. no reason ⊱

The clutter of magazines surrounding Iola on her bed had become something like her friends the past few weeks of her pregnancy. Her feet were way too swollen to get up and actually go shopping, and her actual friends weren’t pregnant and had jobs so they couldn’t drop everything to hang out with her. Jason was the next best thing, but he also had work, so Iola was left to her devices. What was more fun than possibly spoiling her child? She had been contemplating if their baby really needed Burberry shoes until she heard Jason enter the room. Her attention was immediately drawn to him with the brightest smile appearing on her face. “I missed you,” she said as she attempted to make room for Jason on the bed, gathering her friends into a pile in her arms. When he finally joined her on their bed, she leaned in to kiss him, but he had gone for one of the magazines in her arms instead. Iola could feel her cheeks turn a bright shade of red as he looked through the pages where nearly everything had a circle around it or a star next to it. The circles were must-haves while the stars were more of a maybe. She took it back before he could get past page five. “I know it’s a lot, but I’ve been so bored being in bed all day. This is what helps me past the time,” Iola admits sheepishly. “Who knows maybe our kid will need an automatic rocking crib?” Iola shrugged, mentally noting how ridiculous that sounded out loud and placed the magazines on the bedside table before cuddling up to her boyfriend. As Jason began telling her about his day, Iola couldn’t stop her anxiety about becoming a parent from clouding her thoughts. Sure, she was considering buying a million things for their kid because she was a shopaholic and could afford it, but the other part was that she truly didn’t know what a kid really needed. No matter how many books she read or baby-must-have videos she watched, she was never truly confident and she was sure Jason felt the same. “Jason,” She spoke softly, lifting her head slightly to look at him. “You ever get completely terrified that we shouldn’t have a kid because we absolutely don’t know what we’re doing, but we’re seven months too late to use protection, so we kind of have to stick it out and get through it even if you know you’re going to be a useless parent or is it just me?” Iola spoke dramatically, but the worry was written all over her face with her brows knitted in a frown. Though, she did smile a bit when Jason placed a kiss to her forehead. “How could you think that when you make me want to be a better man for you and the baby?” He asked her, Iola’s expression softening to one of adoration for the love of her life. Jason always knew what to say to make her feel better.

⊰ v. july 17th ⊱

Arianna’s oceanic hues fluttered open at the sudden brightness that filled her room, a sudden wave of illness washing over her only seconds after waking up. She groaned, rolling over onto her side only to be stopped midway by her husband’s sleeping figure next to her. A smile tugged at her lips despite her nausea. He was a sight her eyes couldn’t look away from even after his own eyes met hers from her earlier movements. “Happy Father’s Day,” she spoke softly, kissing the tip of Zayn’s nose. He hummed in response as his lips found Ari’s. She had almost forgotten about her sickness until it came back causing her to pull away from Zayn and cover her mouth to keep from gagging. “Morning sickness?” his husky voice asked while his hand ran over her six-month pregnant stomach. She nodded, sulking over the fact that she still had to go through this, but she wasn’t left with much time before their two children rushed inside of their room screaming a happy Father’s Day to Zayn. She watched as their children climbed in their bed and cuddled up to their still half asleep father, her smile reappearing once more. “I’ll leave you three alone while I make me some tea,” Ari announced as she lifted herself from their bed, stealing one last look at her family before she carried herself downstairs. She couldn’t help but smile to herself. They’d broken up, gotten back together, broke up again, got back together again, nearly broke up for the third time, but somehow they made it through all of that. It seemed almost unbelievable that they were the same couple. Now, they rarely argued and had an amazing family that they couldn’t seem to stop growing. She rested her hand on top of her bump, deciding it would be best to make everyone breakfast-in-bed since she knew they weren’t coming down anytime soon. It was a special occasion anyway. It was a struggle to carry a meal for four people upstairs while pregnant, but she managed to make it to their bedroom without causing a catastrophe. “I have a surprise,” Arianna announced as she entered the room. They were still cuddling except now they were all sitting up as if they were expecting her to bring them this. She leaned over to place the tray onto Zayn’s lap before giving him a longing kiss. The kids squirmed, but it only made Arianna laugh. “Happy Father’s Day, babe. You’re the best man I could ever ask to be my husband and father of my children.” Standing straight again, Arianna was about to walk around to her side to climb in bed when he grabbed her hand to stop her. “You make me want to be a better man.” Arianna had to blink her eyes to keep them from watering at her husband’s sweet words. She finally had her picture-perfect marriage and her picture-perfect family, and she couldn’t be happier.

#prxttylittle #yes the memes i have made you wait 98234374 years for are finally here #also if u don't listen to wicked games by kiana lede for the second princess and moon what's the poINT #also these were kinda bad huh bUT the last july 17th meme is actually something i wrote in 2014 in my notes app that i never finished #from like 2014 there's a college au one too in there lolz #also didn't proof read this stuff wow #also sorry @ ashton #⊰ v. princess and the moon ⊱ #⊰ v. no reason ⊱ #⊰ july 17th ⊱ #( meme reply. )