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b-o-e · 2 years ago

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sleepy phone call Wally Darling x Reader

Warnings: fluff :))

although it is not necessary, I highly suggest reading my fics in their recommended order for the best experience! here is the link to all my silly lil wally fics in order. this is #6 :)

You find yourself unable to fall asleep, leading you to call Wally in the late hours of the night.

“Hello?”

Ah, jeez.

What had you been thinking?

You’d been staring up at your ceiling for who knows long. You’d been tossing and turning all night, unable to fall asleep, despite the exhaustion seeping through your body.

What made you think calling Wally would be a smart idea in your barely coherent state? Well, actually, it was probably just that. You incoherent state did.

“Hi,” you finally mustered out. You were already regretting your decisions. What if he’d been asleep? What if he had been peacefully reading a book in bed? Painting, for whatever reason?

“... Are you alright?” Wally’s voice returned, laced with concern. There was a bit of rustling. “It’s late,”

“I’m sorry,” you quickly apologized. You were debating hanging up there and then, but that would be even worse at this point, wouldn't it?

“I don’t mind in the slightest.”

Your heart swelled. He was always so sweet and considerate, wasn’t he? Always there when you needed him. You shouldn't have doubted that.

“... I couldn’t sleep,” you admitted, gnawing lightly on your bottom lip.

“Ha ha, I think I know how that feels,”

You facepalmed. You’re an idiot, aren’t you? No, he had not been asleep.

Nonetheless, a giggle slipped past your lips, amused by your own silly mistake.

“I suppose I shouldn’t be one to speak, huh? That was insensitive,” you chuckled, “I’m sorry,”

“I don’t mind,” he told you. “I’m quite used to it. What keeps you up though, neighbour?”

What was keeping you awake? Really, you had no clue. Was it the fact that you couldn’t get him off your mind, to the point where you subconsciously thought ‘hey, calling Wally in the ungodly hours in the early morning is a good idea’?

You shifted your seated position, fiddling with the phone's cord as you pursed your lips in thought. Finally, you decided on an answer.

“I’m not entirely sure,” you sighed. “I just… maybe my brain is being too loud, tonight.” You claimed. It wasn't a lie, yet it saved you from telling the full, embarrassing truth.

“Is there something on your mind you’d like to speak about?” You heard a bit of light shuffling.

“I…” you paused, trying to find the words you wanted to say. “I’m not sure, honestly,” you grumbled. “I think… I think I just wanted to hear your voice,” you confessed to him, blunt and honest.

The call went silent. Anxiety bubbled in your stomach. Did that sound odd?

“Wally?” You forced a chuckle, wiping your sweaty palms on your sheets. When did it get so warm in your house? “Sorry, that was probably a strange thing to say, wasn’t it?” You apologized, grimacing a little.

“Not at all,” his response came swiftly, pausing before he continued. “I’m honoured to hear you say that, neighbour,”

“Okay,” you breathed, relieved you hadn’t creeped him out. You knew Wally wasn’t very judgemental, but you still worried sometimes with the things that slipped past your lips.

Silence fell between the two of you, leaving you to desperately wrack your brain to figure out the right words to say.

What was the point of being so uptight? You already let that last comment slide. You were getting too tired to care, anymore.

“Would you mind…” you began, taking a second to figure if you really wanted to say this.

“Would you mind, just… talking?” You requested shyly.

“Hmm…” he hummed, “Would you like me to talk about anything in particular?”

“Anything,” you shook your head, despite the fact he wouldn't be able to see it.

“Anything…” Wally parroted, going quiet for a while. Your eyes fell shut, your body further into your mattress. Even with him on the phone now, you were feeling less restless than you had been beforehand. His company was comforting, even over a silly call.

“Can I… confess, something to you, neighbour?” Wally’s sweet voice returned to your ears.

“Of course you can, Wally. I’m always here for you if you need me,” you mumbled.

“... Do you promise?” His tone almost seemed to be one of slight insecurity, an unusual sound for him. Your eyes reopened, staring back up at your ceiling. This seemed like something that could be important to him, and you wanted to ensure he had your full attention.

“Cross my heart, always and forever…” the words fell off your tongue with ease, repeating a vow he told to you some weeks prior. A promise you were more than willing to keep in return.

“Well,” Wally began, “I have… a secret. One that I’ve been keeping from you, that’s about you. One that I've found to cause me some distress,”

About you? Now, that was a bit worrisome.

“I hope I haven’t done anything wrong to harm you,” you stressed. That was the last thing you wanted.

“No, no, you’ve done nothing wrong at all,”

“Thank goodness, I was terrified,” you breathed a chuckle, your worry levels lowering. The feeling was still there, as you remained unsure of what the cause of Wally’s distress truly was.

“Sorry, neighbour… I’m struggling to find the right words to say it to you,” he admitted, sounding slightly defeated.

“Take your time, Wally. There’s no rush. I’ll be ready when you are,” you tried to put his mind at ease.

You could hear him inhale deep and slow, holding it for a few moments, before letting it back out. He spoke gently.

“Your eyes,”

He paused for only a second, releasing a sigh.

“They rob the words off of my tongue.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, eyes widening in surprise.

“My heart,” he went on, “it sings with euphoria every second you are near,”

There was no way this was happening.

“Ha ha… we may as well call it yours, with how full of you it is,”

Said heart pounded in your chest so loud, you could hear it in your head.

“It’s no secret how I enjoy indulging in art quite frequently,” He continued.

“And yet, you manage to be the most extravagant masterpiece I’ve come across,” His voice was at a new level of gentleness than you’ve ever heard before. It was filled with nothing but open honesty, although you felt like there was something else laced in with it.

“You’re unfathomably endearing, and I crave more of you every time we part. That night we spent time together under the stars?” He ended with a questioning lilt, causing you to reflect back on that evening.

“There were so many things I wanted to say to you then. I wanted to tell you that if you asked me to, I’d figure out a way to give you the moon. That, despite the sky full of them, you shine brighter than any star up there in my eyes,”

You didn’t know what to say. Truth be told, you were simply just… speechless.

“And after all this time, I’m still dancing around the point that I’m trying to get across, ha ha,”

“The truth is, my darling…”

Your mind is playing tricks on you, if you heard what you were expecting next.

“... I’m in lo–”

You slammed the phone down on its base.

This was not happening.

Were you dreaming?

Have you been asleep this whole time, stuck in an extremely realistic dream?

The pain in your arm when you pinched it tightly answered that question for you…

You stared into the darkness of your house, wide eyed.

Was he really about to say what you thought he was?

“Of course he was!” You answered that question aloud, slapping your hands to your face.

And you just hung up on him!

You froze.

You hung up on him.

…

You scrambled out of bed.

You tripped over your twisted blankets in the process.

Go, go, go! Your mind screamed at you.

You didn’t care to put on any shoes. It was the least of your concerns right now. You yanked your front door open, darting out of it, and making a mad dash to Home.

Your feet padded against the ground below them, your legs moving faster than you thought they even could. Your adrenaline was spiking through the roof!

What if it was too late now? What if you ruined your chances, forever?

Your brain nagged at you. What if this? What if that?

When you came into Home’s view, it didn't even see you as you approached, attention focussed elsewhere. Once it did take notice of you, its door swung open for you, swaying slightly as if to usher you in. That's exactly what you did.

Your eyes, blurred with stressed tears, scanned the room around you. Drifting to the table where Wally's phone typically sat, you found it to be missing. You followed the line that connected to the wall, ending at the landline, sat right next to the man you were looking for.

His head lifted from his knees, attention captured by the sound of your hurried breaths as your body tried to compose itself.

His widened in shock eyes met yours, teardrops rolling down his cheeks as they did on yours. No matter, a smile still remained on his features, despite being the most pathetic you’ve ever seen. You stared at each other for a moment, until you swallowed down the lump in your throat.

“Say it to my face,” you panted out.

You walked closer, kneeling before him, your hands cupping his cheeks. His own came up, wrapping gently around your wrists.

“Please,” you begged softly, voice cracking with desperation, choked up. “Please, Wally, say it to my face,”

His gaze softened, never breaking from yours. He opened his mouth, hesitating.

“I’m in love with you,” he whispered.

And that’s all you needed to hear.

You closed the gap between you, kissing him, his grip on your wrists tightening.

“Again?” You murmured softly as you pulled away, looking into his awestruck eyes. He took a moment to process what had happened, before he responded.

“... I’m in love with you,”

Your lips pressed to his in another gentle kiss, Wally having the mind to return it, more prepared this time. When you pulled away, the corners of his smile quirked upwards.

“Ha ha, again?” He was the one to request this time, leaning his forehead against yours. “I'm in love with you,” he repeated, hopeful of receiving another kiss. You gave a choked giggle, giving him what he desired. You pecked his lips, his cheeks, and then his forehead.

“I’m in love with you too, Darling.”

imagine getting deceived twice in a row AHAHAAH, I had to make you think it would be more angst so you wouldn't expect this ending like so many of you did, bwahahah! yes, you get a happy ending! yippe! however, this still isn't the end, and there is more to come!

but! feelings are out there! feelings are reciprocated! yippee! I hope you enjoyed this part, maybe just a smidge more than the last, haha!

here is a link to my silly lil wally fics in their recommended order if you would like :) these can also be found on my ao3 B) I also have a ko-fi if you'd like to support me!

alas!! 'tis all for now! next will likely be out in two days! like and reblogs are extremely appreciated, gimme dopamine rahhhh!!! until next time! MWAH! <3

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prxttylittle · 6 years ago

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“i’m begging you, don’t do this.”, “you deserve someone who makes you happy.”, AND “so just like that… we’re over?”

“I’m begging you, don’t do this.”

{ v ;; the princess & the moon.

Prince rolled his eyes. “Well, as much as I enjoy you begging for it.” He remarked sarcastically. He could hear the desperation in Luna’s voice but he was capable of not allowing his emotions to overtake his actions to express empathy toward her. He shook his arm free from her embrace. Prince didn’t follow up on his sarcasm with any more smart remarks, not wanting to drag this out any further. “Just go home, Luna.” Prince made an effort to get around her to avoid talking about this anymore. He was tired of it all at this rate. He stormed out of his bedroom and to the front door, knowing she’d follow him if only to discuss things further or make another request for him to change his mind. He pulled the door open, indicating for her to leave. When she went to speak again, he sighed. “Shut up.” He snapped, interrupting her. “Done is done. We’re fucking over. Are you stupid or something that you don’t understand that?” He seethed, walking closer to her until her back was against the wall. “You’re not my girlfriend, I don’t want to see you again. I’m bored of this, now. Just get the fuck out of my house.” He stepped back from her then to give her space to actually leave. Of course, however, she did not. Luna stepped to Prince and accused him of just being scared of loving her. Even if that was true, Prince figured it didn’t change anything; he still wanted her out. He scoffed and shoved her into the wall, not hard enough to hurt her but enough that the action was there, the rage driving him. “You’re so irritating! You really think I could love you? Just take the fucking hint and fuck off. I don’t want anything to do with you.” Prince’s tone was sharp, and mean. He wrapped his hand around her arm, squeezing slightly as he then took to pulling her to the door. He didn’t push her this time, leaving her at the door to make the choice to step outside herself. He leaned in, his lips grazing against her ear as he spoke with bitterness. “Don’t come back here.” With that, he shut the door behind her and returned to bed, pulling the covers over his head and ignored his phone.

{ v ;; no reason.

Jasons’ eyes welled up with tears. He wanted to listen to her, he wanted to change his mind but he knew it would just be pushing back on the inevitable and that this conversation would happen again, be it in a week, a month or a year. He felt the guilt crawling inside of his chest, pumping into his blood with every heartbeat. They had wasted so much time together only for him to finally make up his mind that he couldn’t do it, he couldn’t marry her. Jason loved Iola too much to want her to live a semi-happy life just because they stay together rather than let her go out and carry on a fulfilled life with someone more deserving. He looked down to her hands, one on his chest, the other holding onto his arm as if to keep him there. On her left hand, the diamond that sat on her finger shone, catching each drip of light that fell through the room. It was kind of beautiful, the way the ring caught onto each shred of colour in the room. He sighed. “I have to. I’m sorry, Iola.” He sniffed. It didn’t seem fair for him to be the one crying when he was the one inflicting the pain here. There was no denying the love and adoration he held for her, like a torch in the night. The last nine years had felt like the very start to the eternity they would share. Little did either know it would come to an end on his behalf. He had promised, time and time again, that it would never be him to finish things. Almost on a weekly basis did Jason express his fear of her being the one to leave him. He placed both of his hands around her wrists, feebly losing the touch between them as he dropped them from holding onto him. “I just can’t make you happy. I love you but I can’t marry you. And I won’t make you wait for me anymore. It isn’t fair. I think–” He stuttered on his words before hesitating. He let out a deep breath and continued. “I think I’m going to go home. Back to Scotland.” He paused again, his eyes searching hers and the confusion set deep into her features. “For good.” He walks away from her then, refusing to let his heart break further by seeing the pain she expressed at his expense.

{ v ;; july 17th.

It was difficult for Zayn to hear the pain in Arianna’s voice. Their relationship felt like it was stuck somewhere between a rock and a hard place and neither of them knew what to do about it. But Zayn didn’t expect this desperation from Ari as she wrapped her arms around her fiance and begged him not to leave her. His hands cradled her face and his eyes fixated on hers, saddened by the tears that flowed. “I— I don’t want to.” He confessed. His bag sat at their feet from where she had forced him to drop it just moments ago. In all honesty, Zayn truly didn’t want to leave. It had been a difficult year. There was no sign of healing or getting better. Zayn mourned both for their son and for what was their relationship. At the start, they had had each others backs. It had been them against the world. As people constantly called to check on them, Zayn wanted to see nobody but Ari. She was all he felt he needed in the first brink of sadness. Eventually the sadness they shared became draining. Being around her started to hurt because it reminded him that it was just the two of them, not three. For the first time in his music career, Zayn had been somewhat excited that another worldwide tour was on the horizon and they were being hounded by the label to make another album. He was able to keep busy without it feeling like he was abandoning her on purpose. On time off from the band, Zayn lied and said he had recording to do most days and would just hang out with Ant. It was beginning to get tedious. It was starting to gnaw at him that he was lying to the woman he loved. It tore him apart that he told himself being away from her was better than being around her. There was no comprehension in his mind how he could love her so and still feel like that. He looked down at her, wiping at her cheeks with his thumbs. “I want to stay, Ari. I want things to change.” Her request for him not to end things was a relief to him. Part of Zayn expected Ari to tell him to just go and that would have been the final nail in the coffin of their relationship but she wanted him to stay. “How do we get better?” He mumbled but instead of waiting for an answer, he kissed her. The first true, passionate kiss shared between them in months. “I do still love you.”

{ v ;; katie & leo.

Katie looked down to where Leo’s hand had locked around her own. She frowned, hesitating at the doorway. Leo had completely shocked her by turning up at her front door the second she got home. She gave a quick peer behind her into the house to double check her dad had gone in before shutting the door and stepping back out so she could talk to Leo without being ear-wigged. In an instant, she wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing herself close to him, her face against his shoulder. “I don’t want to.” She murmured, muffled by being tucked into him. Katie felt like crying but she kept her composure, not wanting to run the risk of her dad discovering how upset she was about the move. She didn’t fully understand what her dad’s desire to constantly move them from their home was. The years they had spent in France had been wonderful but the life they built there was one they didn’t think too much about when they left it behind. It was different, here. Katie was not only older now but had so much more to stay for. Katie couldn’t put to words how much she didn’t understand how her dad’s girlfriend had lived in the UK for so many years but now that she was pregnant she suddenly wanted to return to Spain? What added further to her confusion was how willing her dad was to go along with it. Katie pulled back from Leo so she could look at him, her eyes searching his. She knew it would hurt him because this would be the second time she was abandoning him to live abroad. “It’s not up to me, though. Unless you plan on going in there and begging my dad, I don’t think there’s anything I can do about it except for wait to turn eighteen and come back on my own.” Katie fell back into his embrace again, tucking her face in the crook of his neck. She could smell the cologne she had bought him for his birthday. Katie wasn’t sure if he wore it around her just to make her happy about him utilizing the gift or because he genuinely liked the smell. She wouldn’t be surprised if it was the first option but either way she enjoyed the scent. “I’m going to miss you, Leo.”

“You deserve someone who makes you happy.”

{ v ;; the princess and the moon.

Prince sighed when Luna asked about the scar on his chest, her fingers grazing it lightly. He knew she had most definitely spotted the marks on his body since they’d been intimate so often but she hadn’t asked because that wasn’t really what their relationship was about. Until recently, until they started staying, started citing kind words to one another. He kissed her forehead as if to settle his nerves. He wanted to let her in like this, wanted her to know about himself and his past like she had allowed for him to know of her. “I accidentally knocked over my dad’s bottle of whiskey and it smashed on the ground. He held me up against the wall, threatening me with one of the shards. I don’t know if he actually broke the skin with it on purpose or not but, uh, yeah.” He looked down at the frown on Luna’s face. She knew about his past in the sense that his mother had left and his dad had been highly abusive, but she never got further details than that. He ran a hand through her hair and kissed her again. Part of him reassuring her about his past made him feel better about speaking of it. He watched as her hand trailed from the wound-scar on his chest to the long red scar tissue on his arm, mostly hidden by tattoos now. “That? He pushed me from halfway down the stairs. He did that often but this one time, my arm latched onto the loose bit of wood paneling on the wall, which he’d torn apart a different time that made it so jagged.” Prince lifted his arm to look at the scar himself, something he didn’t do often. The tail of the serpent tattooed on his forearm wrapped around the scar in a way that Prince felt the snake was overpowering it. “That was a few weeks before we got out of the house. My neighbour at the time took me to hospital for stitches. She stayed and chatted with me while the nurse took splinters out of my arm.” Prince only told a few more stories about his dad before he found himself kissing Luna, both to shut himself up and also as some form of gratitude that she was there. The only person that knew, really, some of the detail of the horrors of his past was Matt. Though Matt didn’t know the specifics that Prince had just detailed for Luna. He pulled away, a hand on Luna’s face as his eyes gazed into hers. Despite having just opened up about his terrors, a soft smile worked its way onto his lips. It was a sad smile that didn’t reach his eyes, but it was there. “I’ve never talked about all that so much before, with anyone. What makes you so special, hmm?” They shared another kiss before Luna questioned if Prince was okay. He nodded, kissing her again. He groaned slightly when she pulled away but the way she ran her hands through his hair and looked at him with a devoting care made him smile slightly. He frowned when Luna apologised for the pain he suffered, noting he didn’t deserve any of it. Part of him didn’t agree but he knew she would argue if he said so. “What do I deserve then?” And Prince was trying, desperately to re-lighten the tone and get back to flirting and kissing with Luna. “You deserve someone who makes you happy.” Prince’s smile faltered slightly, having not expected that response at all. He pursed his lips together, avoiding eye contact for some time. He looked back to her. “I’ve got you.” His words came out hushed. “And I know I haven’t exactly made it easy for either of us, but you do make me happy.” He pressed his lips to hers again. “Even if I will deny ever saying that.”

{ v ;; no reason.

It had been such a long day for Jason and the last thing he wanted to do when he got home from work was fight with Iola. He’d been half-hoping she had a late day herself and wouldn’t be there when he got home. To no avail once he caught sight of her sitting at the kitchen counter working on something on her laptop. He’d sighed silently and made an attempt to get into their bedroom without something starting. They had been arguing so much lately that it was starting to wear Jason down. He had even started fighting back in the last couple of days. He hated fighting with her, despised using hurtful words against her when things got intense. Jason was without luck when he tried to sneak past her into their bedroom and Iola made a snarky comment about him not even saying hi to her anymore to which he felt necessary to snap back he was trying to avoid exactly this; another fight. Moments later they were shouting at each other which was then followed by Jason announcing how emotionally exhausting the pair not getting along was for him. He watched as she shoved clothes into a bag, visibly upset. “Iola, what are you doing?” He couldn’t help the snip in his voice. He was more sad than anything to see her packing as if she was about to leave but the irritation was something that just couldn’t be helped. “You deserve someone that makes you happy. Clearly I don’t.” He frowned at the hint of dejection in her tone. He crossed the room to take the bag from her grasp. “You think I’d be happy if you left?” The idea was far-fetched. He could understand her thinking, they really hadn’t gotten along in ages but it was just a tough patch in his opinion. It didn’t seem possible that it was a sign things were going to end between them. He reached his arm back behind him when she tried to grab the bag off of him. He dropped it to the ground in favour of placing his hands on her face, eyes searching hers intently. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled, pushing aside any pride he’d collected in their last few weeks or constant bickering. “I’m sorry for how tense things have been, I’m sorry for riling you up and encouraging the fighting instead of just sitting down and talking about it. I’m sorry for all the harsh things I said and did. This isn’t us, fighting for no reason. And it’s certainly no reason to up and leave.” He gently pressed his forehead against hers, taking a deep breath as he shut his eyes. He knew she’d been set on getting an apology from Jason for so long but he had just kept allowing the petty arguing to get in the way, standing off to her rather down standing down. “I love you and nobody in this world could ever make me happier than you do. I’d rather fight with you everyday than laugh with someone else.” He opened his eyes again. “But I do want to work through this and stop fighting. Can you please just stay, baby? Stay here, with me?”

{ v ;; july 17th.

Zayn’s laughter died down as he heard the words fall from Ariannas’ lips. His hand trailed down along her arm to place over her hand which was rested on his face, fingertips grazing the facial hair he’d let grow out. “Hmm?” He remarked almost silently as he hummed in response. He looked up at her, straddling his waist as she hovered over him like some sort of heavenly figure. “You make me happy, Ari.” He spoke quietly, sure of his statement. His thumb brushed gently against the back of her hand. He smiled gently, his eyes crinkling and his lips exposing his tongue pushing up against his teeth. Zayn placed his hands on her hips, shifting them both so she fell down next to him in the bed in a way they were now lying next to each other rather than having her on top of him anymore. He turned to face her, eyes meeting hers. “You know, I’ve been around a lot of places. All of those other girls have just been, like, a bit of fun. Meaningless escape and that.” He shrugged, licking at his dry lips slightly. “But you?” He laughed breathlessly as if the idea of conjuring up words to describe how happy she made him, to describe the way she made him feel, was possible. He let out a breath. “You’re just, like, you’re different. You’re, like, proper there for me.” He shook his head, chuckling lightly and feeling a little embarrassed about his words. “D’you know what I mean?” Zayn took Ari’s hand in his, kissing the back of her knuckles as his eyes stayed trained on hers. It was unreal, the way being with Arianna Edwards made Zayn feel. It was as though he didn’t realise he’d been in darkness until he saw just how much light she shone into his life. And that was just as friends. When he kissed her? Oh, it was like magic. When Zayn and Ari were together he couldn’t think of anything better. There was no better combination than the union of Ari and Zayn. He smiled when she did. “I’ve actually been thinking about it just being us, recently. Maybe we should, like, go on a date-date?” He grinned. “Aren’t MTV taking us to Alaska to some resort? We could, like, I don’t know– go ice skating or something? Drink hot chocolate like a couple of old biddies?” He giggled and kissed her gently. “What d’you think? I’ll show you just how happy being around you makes me, even out of the bed.” He teased.

{ v ;; what if.

Ashton was surprised to open the front door and see Ari standing there. He had been expecting Lexi. Letting her in, he quizzed her presence at his home to which he was given a response detailing her concern after seeing so many stories online. It had been amusing and also a little heartwarming that she wanted to check on him through all the rumours floating around on the internet. “Just rumours. I’m fine. Me and Lexi are fine.” He half-lied. Things with Lexi were, in fact, rocky but the articles and fan speculation were wrong that it was he who was being hurt through it. He led her into the kitchen and flicked the switch on the kettle as they sat at the island. “I didn’t expect you to care so much about what’s happening in my relationship.” Ashton commented. “You deserve someone who makes you happy.” Ashton chuckled sardonically, then. “What? Like you? Wonder how Zayn would feel about that.” He remarked, voice dripping in bitterness. He glared down at Ari. His jerkiness was misplaced and he was aware of it but at the same time he didn’t really feel like Ari had any right commenting on his relationship or personal life. Not when he’d been reprimanded or told to be quiet anytime he’d tried to do the same in the past. He sighed. “She makes me happy, Ari, alright? You don’t have to worry about me. The truth is–” He paused, eyes searching Ari’s face. He wasn’t sure if he was right in telling her about the troubles of his relationship. He was sure that Lexi wouldn’t appreciate it. But she was supposed to be his best friend, despite everything, right? “I told her about you and I. That’s why paps and fans have kind of caught on to the distance between us.” He shrugged. When Ari pondered as to why it should upset Lexi so, if they haven’t slept together or done anything in so long, since Ari decided she had to focus on her family, a long time before Ashton even met Lexi, Ashton squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. He knew he would have to tell the whole story if he’d brought anything up. “Uh, I guess when I told her I still love you and I never got over all of that, she kind of got upset.” Ashton focused on making tea for the two of them despite how neither was probably going to drink it at all. He avoided Ari’s gaze for the two minutes it took him to prepare the drinks. There was a tension in the air following his confession as neither of them spoke. He sighed. “Sorry for springing that on you. Although you probably already knew.”

{ b ;; aesthetic queens.

Cassie pursed her lips together. She knew Luna was just trying to be a good friend but Cassie didn’t enjoy the serious talk. She had done so much of it lately. It felt like all she ever did was have serious or life-altering conversations. Perhaps that was why she hadn’t exposed to her best friend yet that she was suffering from an illness that would eventually win the fight. Which also obviously added to Luna’s lack of understanding as to why Cassie would get back together with Nick after he hurt her so badly when he spent a weekend with another woman during their relationship. Cassie had been in a different relationship for the past year but when Cassie received her diagnosis, she knew she needed to get Nick back into her life. She could spend years feeling the pain he caused, hating him and being angry with him but knowing they would be her last, she had to let things go. She just wasn’t ready to tell Luna why, just yet. Cassie wanted to enjoy her time with the people that had come to be her truest form of family since her own had rejected her. “I appreciate that, Luna, but Nick really does make me happy.” Cassie spoke, squeezing her friends hands which were wrapped around her own. “Yeah, he hurt me but that was over a year ago. He won’t do it again.” She frowned when Prince scoffed from across the room, simultaneously noting the concern on Luna’s face. Being close friends of Nick’s, they were allowed to express their doubts about him, having known him for so long and witnessed his behavior over the years. She wanted to tell them why she was so sure Nick would take care of her this time, if anything to prove them wrong, but Cassie wasn’t emotionally ready to reveal her news just yet. She didn’t want to ruin things. She watched as Prince carried over two mugs of tea, placing a hand on Luna’s shoulder and kissing her forehead. Cassie felt a pang of jealousy in her chest. Luna had a point about not trusting Nick. He had hurt Cass, terribly so. When they were younger, Cass had had no faith in Luna and Prince’s relationship yet here they were, married and thriving in front of her. Meanwhile Cass was forced to forgive Nick for cheating so she could keep him by her side as she died. Cassie held back tears and smiled at her friends, eyes meeting Luna’s. “If he does anything to lead you to believe he’s not making me happy, you have my permission to beat his ass to the ground. Deal?”

“So just like that… we’re over?”

{ v ;; the princess and the moon.

Prince frowned. He hadn’t been expecting this despite being the cause of it. Then, wasn’t he always? He shook his head. “No, Luna.” He looked down to the ring she placed on the table between them. He didn’t pick it up. His gaze drifted back to her. Prince wanted to say that he could tell by her face that she didn’t want things to end between them but in all honesty he couldn’t read her. “There’s no ‘just like that’ about it. This has been coming for a long time, we’ve both just been ignoring it.” He shrugged through his lie, placing a cigarette between his lips. His finger fumbled on the clipper in his lighter before he finally lit the stick dangling from his mouth. His eyebrows furrowed at his shakiness but he chose to look past it and glance to Luna. He knew his excuse was weak but he would need one, wouldn’t he? “It’s just not fuckin’ worth it anymore. Once other people get involved then that’s it. End of. We can’t do anything anymore without someone like Nick or fucking Cass butting their noses in. I never wanted that.” Prince hadn’t expected that once their relationship became public knowledge that he would be so quick to end everything but he had never had anything so intimate and equally important to him in his life that was worth holding onto until the first day he kissed Luna. At the start, he didn’t mind. He’d kiss her in front of the group and just flip them off when they cooed or teased. He even defended Luna a few times when necessary and he’d even been caught telling her how beautiful she looked one time. And it wasn’t as if Prince cared what people thought about him or her, or his reputation. It was how he was seeing himself weaken in front of everybody. He’d let more insults slide than ever before and had just generally started acting softer than he would like. He didn’t appreciate Luna having the power to break away his frosty exterior. It was like his armor. So it was more about how he perceived himself rather than everyone else. He sighed and reached an arm out to pull Luna into him. He dropped his cigarette into the ashtray. “You look good when you’re annoyed at me.” He smirked, knowing his back-and-forth was just going to irritate her. He missed that, though. He missed irritating her. “It’s been a long time coming in school and stuff, but maybe if we go back to it being just between us–” He cursed when she pulled herself from his grasp, demanding he leave her apartment. “Think about it.” He mumbled as he made his way out. So was this it? Could it really be over ‘just like that’ between them?

{ v ;; no reason.

Jason frowned when Iola’s rant finally came to an end. “I’m sick of this, Iola. I didn’t do anything with that girl, she put her arm around me for all of three seconds in a Snapchat.” Jason ran a hand through his hair, brushing the curls out of his face. “I don’t think I can take much more of these accusations. It’s fucking exhausting. This needs to end.” He sighed and rolled his eyes. “So just like that… we’re over?” She retorted and he couldn’t help but to let out the slightest chuckle at just how dramatic Iola was being about all of his. “Us over? Seriously Iola? That’s not what I meant and you know that as much as I do.” He snapped, storming out of the room and away from her. Feeling her following him, he stopped and turned to face her, quite suddenly, forcing her to stop in her tracks. His eyes scanned hers and he scowled. “I’m nowhere near finished with this relationship, alright? Don’t accuse me otherwise. I didn’t mean we need to end, I meant your ridiculous jealousy and constantly making wild accusations as if I would ever do that to you, that needs to end.” It was almost 3AM but Jason didn’t want to go to sleep. He was too riled up from the fury he had faced upon arriving home earlier. He hadn’t even expected Iola to be awake, considering she had skipped out on joining the others for a night out in favour of all the work she had to do. He’d expected her to be exhausted and to have passed out by midnight. Instead, he was greeted by the green beast that he had come to know so well over the years. He stormed into his at-home art studio, slamming the door behind him. There were so many paintings of Iola piled around the place. She was his muse, the most beautiful subject he’d ever laid eyes on. He never did anything with the art he made of her; it felt personal. Jason never wanted to sell pieces of her, as good as some of them may have been, because it was a part of them that he didn’t want to share. He approached the paintings, picking one up at random. It was a coloured sketch of her eyes and he’d only painted the iris’s. His work was never a fraction as beautiful as the real thing but he loved to try. He sighed, falling down onto the old sofa as he stared at the image. Jason couldn’t understand her jealousy or where it came from when he knew himself how deeply he cared for her. He would never want to give that up. He could empathize with the fear of losing him, if that’s where it all stemmed from, because he had those same feelings. Sometimes he felt like he loved her too much and it ate him up just how unable he would be to not have her in his life anymore. The squeaking of the door opening grabbed his attention and he looked up to see Iola standing in the doorway. He sighed and put the painting down, approaching her. He wrapped her in his arms. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled, lips pressing gently to her forehead. “I didn’t mean we were over— I would never mean that. And I’m sorry for making you worry.”

{ v ;; july 17th.

Zayn had tried for so long to make things work with Ari. Well, at least, he believed so. It was becoming increasingly difficult for them to be there for each other whilst also worrying about their own issues. When she was out, he couldn’t restrain himself any longer from packing his bags. She returned home to find him leaning over a suitcase, weighing out his options. “Zayn?” He had been shocked to hear her voice croak out, he hadn’t even heard her come in. It wasn’t easy for him to explain what exactly he was doing in a way that he could avoid watching the hurt, the heartbreak unfold on her features. “I just�� I can’t do this anymore, Ari.” He ended up with, as he sighed and sat down on the bed beside the open, half-filled suitcase. “I’ve tried. It’s not working.” Zayn wasn’t brave. He could never look Ari directly in the eye when he knew his words were causing pain. “So, just like that… we’re over?” The tone of Ari’s voice made Zayn almost want to change his mind. He pursed his lips together and let out a breath, nodding slowly. “We’re over.” He confirmed. “This has reached it’s finish. Like it was supposed to. I need to be on my own, now.” Zayn knew that Ari was struggling to comprehend where exactly he was coming from or when he had decided to change everything between them. They hadn’t talked about anything being so fundamentally wrong that it needed to meet it’s ending point, nor had they recently fought to a point of nearly finishing things. No real warning signs had been alerted to present evidence of the relationship leading down this crumbling path. Zayn had no explanation as to why or how much he was struggling with this despite being the one at the hem of the ship as it sank beneath them. Part of him wished he had recently done something to hurt her, cheat or lie, to make it easier on her part to want to be rid of him. He was greedy and didn’t want to see the hurt on her face, the tears in her eyes or the dejection in her body language. He got off the bed and approached her, taking her hands in his. He knew the only reason she was letting him near her was because she was still going through it all in her minds, probably still shocked. “I am sorry. I never wanted to hurt you.”

{ v ;; katie & leo.

Katie looked away from Leo so he couldn’t see the tears that were forming in her eyes. He had seen her cry so many times in the past but something about this felt more vulnerable than she felt she could cope with. There was no hiding it, though. It was obvious how upset she was. Leo was her best friend but she wasn’t sure things could ever go back to how they used to be. It seemed impossible that they’d gone so long living on that pact to come to be together only for it to end in tatters. She sniffled, still trying to disguise her pain. “I’m sorry, Leo, but yeah, I guess we are.” She spoke with a tenderness that made her feel so weak to almost a point of humiliation but couldn’t be helped. Katie wasn’t sure why or how things had gotten to this point. There was an aching in her chest that she hadn’t felt since the day of her mother’s funeral. She had sworn to never let a boy cause her upset so strong that it felt like her world was crumbling under her very own feet. But Leo was no ordinary boy, that was Leo, her Leo. She gave him her heart and her soul and she would let him hurt her again and again if he said please. Another reason that contributed to her showing up here today to finish things with him. “Maybe we should have waited until we were in our twenties to get together. Maybe we should have never made that stupid pact at all. It was too much pressure, I guess.” She wiped at her eyes, again. Katie still wasn’t 100% sure if the rumours about Leo were true. If she eventually learned for a fact that they weren’t, it would be too late to mend the relationship. She wasn’t sure she would want to, anyway. It was an unheard of idea that Katie wouldn’t trust Leo but the anger she felt upon hearing he’d been with another girl, was an anger she was insatiably unfamiliar with, despite how strongly he denied it. She didn’t want to feel like that everytime a girl so much as looked at Leo. It hadn’t felt that way when she was just in love with him as best friends. She’d experienced the jealousy and the bitterness but at the time she wasn’t hers to make a fuss over. It made her feel like the pact had been a mistake which her feel a bit of a fool. “I’m just going to go.” She spoke quietly. When his hand wrapped around hers to try bring her back, she sighed and shook him off, running out of his room to avoid any further discussion or heightened emotions.

#imagine writing as many bad memes as i just did #jason should learn how to say sorry in different languages since he says it so fUCKING much #im not even gonna add anymore tags thats how bAD these are #but wow poor prince #gbye #{ v ;; the princess and the moon.#{ v ;; no reason.#{ v ;; what if.#{ v ;; katie & leo.#{ ;; july 17th.#{ b ;; aesthetic queens.#beencaughts #memed

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