No One Is Bothered But Duane Ervin Liked My Comments On His Instagram And Im DEAD, Like I Love That Man

No one is bothered but Duane Ervin liked my comments on his Instagram and I’m DEAD, like I love that man

How can someone even debate this, it’s 100% fact I mean his BDE says it all

period.

Babypink -z.k

His long legs dangled off of your bathroom counter, feet clad with odd socks gently tapping the cabinets every time he swung them back and forth. He sat there perfectly still with his dreads pulled up into a pineapple on top of his head, watching your face twist in concentration. With an old make up brush you gently painted Zion’s face with the baby pink clay mask you’d bought yourself earlier that week, taking extra care not to get it in the bushy eyebrows that adorned his face.

Zion had been busy everyday that week doing different things for the EP. You had been busy every evening that week working night shifts at the restaurant. That led to 9am FaceTime calls, the only time Zion was free. Each day that week, during FaceTime, your face had been covered by the baby pink mask that stiffened your squishy cheeks and worked wonders for your skin. Whilst stuffing your mouth with your lucky charms Zion watched the crinkles of the face mask every time you ate, his eyes following the occasional pink flake fall from your cheeks to the table when you sipped your coffee.

“I want that mask” he’d blurted out

“Zion babe what, you want it ? Tough luck it’s mine” you managed to giggle out whilst chewing your cereal

“No baby I mean like I want to try it, you know I keep breaking out and your skin so clear like damn, should’ve shared your secrets sooner”.

That led to your situation now. In between his legs in your bathroom trying to ‘share your secrets’ as he’d put it. Gently, you stroked the clay clad brush along his cheek bones and around the rest of his perfect, soft face. When you got to the end of his nose he’d started to let out adorable pockets of laughter, not being able to control his bodies reaction to the bristles of the brush tickling some of his most sensitive features.

You both looked at each other in the mirror, smiling at how adorable the other looked. Zion towered over you with his hands around your waist, his hands accidentally scrunching up his fortnite top that hung off of your curves perfectly.

“You suit baby pink you know, always thought it was your best colour”

“Z I suit it when it’s my top or skirt, not when it’s my skin”

“Nuh-uh you lying, you suit everything”

“ight bet, I’ll use my green face mask tomorrow then we’ll see what you think”

“We both know you’ll look just as sexy as an alien”

Sat on your couch you both waited for the clay to dry, seemingly taking longer for you than normal after you’d let Zion put it on you after he bugged and bugged till you let him get his way, which he always did. Even though now half the face mask was in your hair and on your shirt, you loved this small simple evening with Zion. Being so domestic with each-other, without a care in the world for anything going on outside of your apartment. It gave you a warm feeling that only time with Z could bring.

After all his apologising for creating an absolute mess, his only conclusion of the night was “you’d be so fucking sexy with baby pink hair just hear me out ma...”

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5am - n.m

5am. Your eyes scanned the red digits on the alarm clock, making a pained groan leave your lips. Nicks fingers danced along your arms, puffs of annoyance from you were soon replaced with giggles from the tickling sensation climbing up and down your arm. Eventually you turned to face him with furrowed brows, puffy eyes and and a pout on your plump lips. Despite the room being dark you could sense his knowing smile, he knew you’d woken up now, there was no chance you’d be getting back to sleep, even though your body begged you to lull back into your dreams. After a few sloppy kisses to your neck he muttered “Mornin’ ma, up we get”. And with that he pulled your body from the comfort of the bed sheets and into the bathroom.

After throwing on his Bart hoodie and some leggings you slipped your shoes on and sat patiently in the passenger seat of his car with simba, waiting for nick to whisk you away to whatever adventure he had planned for this morning. This was a regular occurrence, early morning drives or late night adventures to wherever nick had in mind. They started, without fail, with you complaining about how tired you were, how only evil people would wake someone up this early, and how you wanted your bed, earning you a chuckle and a squeeze on your thigh from your boyfriend. But no matter what, those adventures ended with smiles on both your faces and loving glances either way, thankful for the other person. This time was no different. Nick drove through the silent LA streets as you watched the city run by you, getting further away as the car climbed the hills.

Parking up, Nick, a gentleman as usual, opened your car door for you, taking your hand in his. Simba ran ahead sniffing every inch of the hike trail, tail wagging happily. Hand in hand you made your way to the top, the view breathtaking as Nick had promised during all your complaining . “I promise the view is worth it” he had stated, getting a sarcastic reply of “it better be“. The sunrise rested on top of the city that you’d grown to love, lighting up the whole place in a beautiful orange glow. That same orange glow lit up Nick, his features angelic in the light, defined more than usual, causing a small smile of admiration to spread its way onto your face. Both of you stood in silence, appreciating the peaceful moment that wouldn’t be shared between you again until another adventure in a few days time. Simba broke the silence with his happy little barks, over-joyed to be getting a walk this early when usually his lazy ass owner wouldn’t be up till at least 11am.

As the time passed by the sun eventually standing tall over the city, giving you both your signal to make your way back before the city came to life. Sitting in the car, head resting on his shoulder you whispered ever so quietly “thank you my love”, and his reply, the same as always, “see, waking up early isn’t as bad as you think”. Earning a happy giggle from you and giving him a sense of pride, you both drove through the quiet streets with Simba asleep at your feet, letting little snores escape him. Memories like these you were so thankful for, just you two with no interruptions from loud band mates or nosey roommates. Just you two, at one with eachother and the world.

5am wakeups weren’t so bad after all.

A/N: this was my first writing piece, I’m so sorry if it’s bad I tried my best. Send me any requests happy to do whatever, just want to practice to keep getting better!