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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!
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...”
Reminiscing - a.p
The pine trees stood tall over the both of you, casting shadows along your skin. With giant sticks in both your hands you re-enacted your favourite Star Wars scenes together, battling until one of your sticks broke, resulting in a scavenger hunt for the next best one. Austin was in his element, at one with nature in his home state. For the whole day along the hike he’d told you stories from his childhood as the camera man followed you, showed you the spots he and his brothers would built forts in, the trails he’d always walk the dogs with his mum and the spot where his dad would take him camping when his mum was out of town. You remembered how he’d held you close and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, told you how one day, when you had your own little family, he was going to bring you all up here. How if he had a daughter she was going to be a badass little wilderness explorer and if he had a son he’d be able to build forts for days, just like his dad. Stepping across the fast flowing river, water kissed the soles of your converse whilst rocks rolled on past. Austin took pictures of you, singing you praises, being in utter awe of how the reflection of the water made you glow and radiated your beauty.
Now, sitting in-between Austin’s legs, your body, made warm by the same drug rug hoodie from his hometown video, was resting against his bare chest in his messy LA room. The same posters from the video covered the walls, always providing him with a sense of home. You both sat in comfortable silence, watching the clips from that day in North Carolina that hadn’t made it onto the video for all the fans to see. You and Austin hadn’t confirmed your relationship at that point, his fans speculated when suspiciously similar pictures of North Carolina’s beautiful scenery popped up on both your Instagram stories, but you weren’t ready yet. You wanted him to be all yours for a little longer, enjoy time with him and his family without comments popping up all the time. He’d promised not to put any clips of you in the video but had sent them all to you, knowing that they’d come in handy for a rainy day like today in which all you and Austin wanted to do was spent time with each other and reminisce about home.
Tracing the tattoos up and down his arm you sat in silence, watching your happy faces light up the screen as austin spoke about how fond he was of home.
“I miss your long hair”
“So you don’t like me with short hair huh ?” He’d said, clearly being silly, knowing you loved him in anything, looking like anything.
You placed the laptop on the floor, pausing the video on a clip of him helping you build a fort, a fort which clearly didn’t live up to the standard of his childhood ones based on his disapproving expression, making you giggle ever so slightly. You flipped over onto your stomach, face to face with him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, meshing your fingers in his short brown hair you kissed him, a kiss that was abit longer than you both expected but welcomed nonetheless. Your lips fit together perfectly, tongues dancing like how they always did. Coming apart, both breathless, you muttered to him with a smirk spread across your face,
“we all know I love your short hair too, great too pull on”.
After that the video was long ignored as you reminded Austin how much you did like to pull on his hair, and he was reminded of how much he truly enjoyed that, making him consider growing it out just so you could do it even more.
Clingy - e.h
He didn’t care. Simple as that. Being around you was worth getting ill, despite his nonchalant attitude you refused to let him sit by you, not wanting to ruin his angelic vocals with whatever flu was taking over your body.
That was why he was sat at the other end of your couch, sulking as you told him to stop being a baby. You were the one who felt like death yet he was complaining because “I’ve been waiting all day for a cuddle and you’re being a turd”. You were used to this, it’s why you loved him. The second you were in his presence but not touching him he complained, constantly wanting to have his hand on you in some way, wether than be interlaced with your own, on your thigh or the small of your back, any time he was touching you he was happy. Despite how clingy he was you absolutely loved it, you felt adored and cherished in every single way when you were with him, he made you his priority and let that be known to everyone around you.
You could see from the corner of your eyes him twitching, desperate to cuddle you, to be calmed by your steady breaths and hear the gentle tapping of you heart against him. As you carried on watching Netflix, being interrupted by your own sniffles, you could see him studying you. Despite the tissue wedged in your snotty nose, your watery eyes and your raspy breathing, that was even annoying you, he truly believed you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He couldn’t fathom how someone could be so breathtaking when they had a runny nose and were coughing up flem every other second, yet here you were, tucked in under a blanket in your unicorn onesie, hair pulled back into a messy bun and rosy cheeks from your hot flushes. He’d had enough.
You were taken aback by Edwin’s sudden outburst. He said nothing but as he jumped up he looked at you, gave you his most dramatic sigh and stomped out of the room, earning an eye roll from you. Your legs were too weak to scurry after him as they usually did but they didn’t need to, he came back into the room as quick as he left, but now with a stupid surgical flu mask on. God knows where he got that from but you could tell that behind the mask he was smiling his beautiful smile, so proud of him self for cheating your rules. Knowing you could no longer protest you opened your arms to him and he gladly snuggled himself inside them.
His hyena laugh kept erupting throughout the night at the stupid films you were watching. Not once had he moved from his spot between your arms and legs, holding onto you as if it was the last time he’d ever touch you. Your soft heart beat was music to his ears, causing his own to pick up in pace. He was content, truly content, eyes filled with joy knowing he had you all to himself, that you were his and no others.
A/N: inspired by one little emoji - 🤧 thx @brattymara
Phases - prettymuch
a.p
🎶When I’m kissing ya grippin’ ya thigh, realise you are destined and meant to be mine, but who am I to conflict with you living your life ?🎶
Your thighs were placed on either side of him, his hands running up and down them as he kissed your neck slowly, savouring every moment he had with you, knowing it would end soon. He didn’t want you to go, he’d begged you not to but eventually realised his efforts were pointless. You were going away, going to live your life and as much as you wanted him to stop you he couldn’t, no one could.
After your last morning together he helped you load everything into your old battered car. You stood there together, just looking at each other, trying to map out every bit of his face for you to remember forever.
“So, this is it. I’m sorry Austin”.
“S’okay, you’re destined to be mine anyway, I know you’ll come back to me eventually”.
With a kiss on your forehead he stepped aside, letting you clamber inside your little car. With a final wave you drove off, your car rumbling it’s way down the street, watching him disappear in the rear view mirror.
e.h
🎶I’ll practice my patience whilst you’re getting wasted 🎶
He woke up to 3 missed calls from you, sighing as he started to play them knowing exactly what they’d contain
“hiiiii Eddie, this is meeeee. I did it again, I’m so sorry I’m so stoopid. He just started dancing with me I’m sorryyyyy I couldn’t help it he smelt really nice, like heaven, and his top had this funny lit.....”
Running a hand over his blue spikey hair he knew you’d done it again, kissed another random guy whilst out with your friends, despite telling him the day before that he was the one you were meant to be with.
“ oopsie I hung up. Anywayyyyyy the guy yeah he had brown hair and...oh my gosh I’m sorry why am I telling you this I’m an awful person, I wan...”
That call ended with you vomiting and the noises of your friends trying to help you. He felt sorry for them, your friends, always having to look after you when you got like this, all because you couldn’t decide what you wanted in life.
“You’re prefect, you know that. With you rainbow head, your liccle button nose and your weird ass outfits, I love you mr.honoret I do but I’m stupid and keep doing shit like this. One day, I promise, I’ll stop going out and drinking and I’ll sort myself out so I can be yours”
That last voicemail was not one he’d expected. It gave Edwin the answer he’d been wanting, that you knew what you were doing was horrible but you weren’t able to stop, it made him feel like it was less his fault. However you’d still given him hope, like you always did. Hope that you’d be his one day, he didn’t believe you but you knew it yourself that it was true, that’s what you were destined to be, his.
n.m
🎶 Tryna fit in them shoes ,but you take it too far 🎶
He hated it, hated how you acted just like your friends yet you were so different to them, so unique whilst they were all the same. He never liked your friends for what they’d done, made you believe love was a scam all because they’d been hurt by it. You’d never been hurt by love, nick knew that and he wanted to show you that it wasn’t anything to be afraid of despite what your friends said. But no, that was impossible when all you were trying to do was fit into the shoes of your friends. He understood the concept of fitting in, he’d done it his whole life too but you took it to far, pausing your own happiness just so you could fit in with them, your friends who clearly didn’t care about you, if they did you’d be in Nick’s arms as happy as ever. But no, you were in another club wearing an outfit you hated and shoes that hurt, pretending to have fun but just wishing you were with him, nick knew that but he wasn’t going to chase you, he’d told you that. He’d said once you got out of that phase, stopped acting like your friends, he’d be there waiting, ready to prove to you that your friends were wrong, that love was worth it.
z.k
🎶You fuck with him but we both realise that he was bogus 🎶
You weren’t ready to settle down, you’d told Zion that, you’d been honest with him. He was desperate to call you his, show you off to all his friends, fly you to Canada to meet his whole family, but you weren’t ready. The past had hurt you, love had damaged you and you weren’t willing to heal yet. That’s why Zion stopped hurting inside every time you brought another fling to a party, he knew they wouldn’t last. You had them whilst feelings weren’t involved and the second feelings emerged they were out the door just as quick as they’d come in. Zion was the only one you’d ever caught feelings for after your shitty ex, you knew that and so did he. It terrified you, you weren’t ready yet. He was the one you were meant to be with, that you were sure of but you weren’t sure that time was now, hence why you had a tall blonde guy on your arm that night, a different one to the party 2 weeks ago.
Zion seized his chance whilst your ‘date’ went to the bathroom. Jumping up to sit next to you on the kitchen cabinet, butterflies erupted throughout his stomach as you looked at him and smiled, a pure smile that only he ever got to see.
“You know you’re postponing the inevitable, he’s just bogus babe”
“Mhm, you say this about all of them Z”
“And I’m right about all of them, but I don’t mind waiting, you’re worth it”
With a kiss on your cheek he walked of, leaving you with a lump in your throat and a blush painted across your cheeks, having forgotten about the blonde boy you’d brought with you.
b.a
🎶Trying to find a new you but I heard you got lost🎶
He’d understood when you told him that you felt like you’d lost yourself, being in such a big city with so much going on you felt so small, and you hated it. That’s why he’d supported you, helped you book your flight to somewhere on the other side of the world, helped you pack your suitcase and dropped you off at the airport. He kept you in his arms till the final boarding call came out, told you that whenever you decided to come home he’d be here, at the gate, waiting for you.
He hadn’t expected to be waiting at the gate only 2 months later. 2 days before you’d told him, over the phone, that you felt more lost now than you ever had. You realised you weren’t actually lost in LA, you were safe and that scared you. Safe with Brandon, with the security, comfort and love he provided you. You’d believed you needed to find yourself, be on your own for at least a year to not feel lost but you’d just gotten further away from yourself, not knowing who you truly were. That’s why when you stepped off the plane straight into Brandon’s arms you knew you were right, that he was home, that he was comfort and that he made you feel lost but in all the right ways, lost in him. Without him you were not complete, you were half of yourself.
“I am never, ever, letting you go again. You hear me, never”
You muttered into his ear as you stood in the middle of the arrivals gate, engulfed in each other. With a smile he gave you a peck on your lips and took you to the car, knowing that you were his and he was yours, forever.
Gone 2 long - b.a
Brandon could never sleep, he was always awake, doing his very best at convincing himself that you leaving wasn’t as bad as it seemed but everytime his attempts were pointless. He knew you’d broken him into a million pieces, leaving his heart scattered on the floor as you clambered into your car to drive away from him for the last time, even though you thought you’d be back soon but Brandon knew everything would be different. He felt it when his heart broke, felt the uneasy feeling that this was the last time he’d see you, why else would his heart have shattered? That same memory kept him up late at night. The anger he felt towards himself for being so stupid as to letting you go rippled throughout his body, the tears rising to the surface, trying to dance their way down his rosy cheeks as he thought about how he might’ve convinced you to stay.
He hated to admit it but he was lost without you, you were his oxygen that kept his heart pumping and his muscles moving, never letting him die down. That was then, now he just survived through each day, relying upon music to keep him alive. One day he’d be stable on his own but the pain you left behind still burnt every inch of his body.
The memory that kept him awake the most was the one in which you’d officially torn him in two. On FaceTime, after 2 weeks of you both putting it off with excuses that you were busy, you’d explained through the uneasy tension that the distance had caused a rift, that you’d changed as people and just didn’t feel right together anymore. You’d told him though tears that you were fed up of shitty excuses as to why he couldn’t FaceTime, and crappy reasons from you as to why you couldn’t come fly out to visit him. He’d explained to you that you were his world and he loved you more than you could imagine and that he was sorry he could only prove it to you when you were there in his arms. He’d told you to look after his heart, that he’d given it to you a long time ago and wasn’t ready to have it back. He said when he needed it he’d be able to take it but for now it was yours, you’d claimed it many moons ago, your name etched onto it.
He’d hoped one day he might have you back. he’d told himself if you ever did return he wouldnt give you his heart, he’d hold onto it to keep it safe, to protect himself. He’d convinced himself that if he didn’t give you his heart a second time then your second story would never end, that you’d work through any distance, that you’d never be gone too long.
Okay so I just ate some strawberries and chocolate and I can so imagine nick being all romantic with his girlfriend, lighting up candles in his room and having a bowl of strawberries and a bowl of melted chocolate on the floor surrounded with blankets and cushions and all that soppy romantic stuff. You’d be eating the strawberries getting chocolate all over your lips making him laugh to the point his eyes scrunched up and dimples started showing, making you giggle even more. He’d lean in after you finished all your chocolate strawberries and just be like “ma let me help you” and he’d wipe all the chocolate of your lips, leaving a little behind so when he kissed you he could still taste it. As his tongue fought with yours he could taste strawberries, causing him to smile into the kiss. You’d ask what’s wrong and he’d just say “chocolate lips and strawberry kisses, I love ‘em babe” and pull you back in for another one ... nick where are you with my chocolate strawberries 🍓🍫
Lingerie - n.m
Warning: nsfw 👀
You lay patiently on your silk sheets, your nerves settled at the bottom of your stomach whilst confidence spread its way across you. The record player let out the soft hum of jazz music in the background as you prepared yourself for the night ahead. The moonlight was the only thing lighting up your room, outlining your body perfectly and making it glow in all the right places. You were wearing his favourite lipstick on you, bright red to match the intricate lace lingerie set you’d bought earlier that day. You could hear the soft padding of his feet making their way to your bedroom, your heart instantly beating faster.
Nick felt like the life had been sucked out of him, he was speechless standing in your door way studying your body, how the lace perfectly cupped your breasts making them seem perkier than they had ever been, how the stockings made your already irresistible thighs that much more mesmerising and how on each hip a bow lay perfectly still, begging to be untied to expose your most sensitive area. He noticed your lips straight away, his favourite shade of red matching the set perfectly. All he could think of in that moment was how beautiful your plump red lips would look wrapped around him with his fingers laced through your beautiful hair, your mouth working wonders on him like they always did.
You shook nick from his thoughts by crawling to the end of the bed, giving him a perfect view of you in the night time light. Without a word he slowly took his clothes of, tugging the hoody over his head and shimmying his sweatpants down his legs. He set his chains neatly on your dresser before crawling on top of you. The kisses were slow and passionate, being savoured by both of you. His lips started to explore, leaving delicate markings of purple along your neck and the curve of your beasts, each nipple getting Nick’s undivided attention as your fingers tangled themselves in his hair. Going further down he kissed every stretch mark of yours, causing a smile to tug at your lips at how, even in moments of pure passion, he still wanted to let you know that the things you were insecure about were the things he loved the most. His hands dragged their way up and down your stocking clad legs, admiring how the netting sat so angelically on your skin, your thighs making his mouth water and filling his mind with the image of them wrapped around his head. Gently, he tugged at the bows on your hip bones, letting the barely there material of your panties fall to either side of you, exposing your heat to him. Without a word spoken his head dipped to where you ached for him. Long, painfully slow licks up and down your slit drove you crazy, your moans begging him to do more. Eventually he moved his tongue in circles, your body jolting in reaction to how skilled he was. “Keep going and going yeah right there Nick ooo-“.
The softness and warmth of his tongue helped build the familiar knot inside your stomach. With your breaths becoming more eratic and your tugs on his hair harsher he knew you were close. Adding in two fingers, knowing they’d send you over the edge, he smirked against you, muttering “you can do it baby c’mon cum for me, all for me”, sending vibrations through your core. A combination of everything sent you into a feeling of pure bliss, the only words able to leave your mouth were his name, accompanied by throaty moans of pure pleasure. You both knew the outside world would be able to hear you through the open window but neither of you cared, both in a world of your own together, happy for everyone to know how you made eachother feel. Wiping your juices off with his hand he kissed his way back up your body, ending with a peck to your lips. Now it was your turn, slowly leaving red lipstick stains as you kissed and licked your way down his body, peering up at him through your thick lashes. He knew what was going to happen and he could not wait, ready to see your perfect red lips working wonders on him.
tall boys with dark hair.
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summer love ; zion kuwonu
A/N: i had another account where i was posting these but somehow it got deleted, i don’t know why so i’m starting all over again. here, with 0 followers and nobody to read me lol.
A/N 2: please let me know if i should post the second part!!! there’s three parts to this one.
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It was a cold night, the moon peeks through the window illuminating his cheeks and letting me see his lashes resting on his cheekbones.
It made me sad, I didn’t want to leave him, but there was no other option. His calm breathing confirms that he is in a deep sleep, completely oblivious to what is happening in my head at this moment.
At the beginning of the summer, when I met him, I told myself that I should not fall in love, but it was impossible. His way of smiling, so pure and beautiful, made me fall for him in an unimaginable way. He knew he shouldn’t get used to me because I wouldn’t be here forever, but that did not seem to matter to him.
I wrote him a letter, I'm a coward, I can’t tell him everything I feel to his face. It would be impossible for me to leave. I left it on his bedside table and left his room carefully, trying not to wake him up, then, leaving his house without looking back. When he reads the letter, I know that he will try to find me immediately, but by then it will be too late.
«Hey, Z. I really do not know how to start this and I know you'll be hating on me later but trust me, it's for the good of both.
We both knew from the start that at the end of the summer I would have to leave, we knew that we shouldn’t have got used to being together because it would hurt in the end, and we still did.
I don’t know if I'm ever coming back, you know the reasons, but I want you to know that I loved meeting you, I wouldn’t have asked for someone else to spend the summer with, you were, you are and you will always be the right person.
Thank you for so many happy nights and days, thank you for agreeing to meet my family in such a short time, they loved you. Thank you for introducing me to your friends and say thank you to them for being so nice to me. Thank you for playing with my brother when he said he was bored, thanks for always giving me a smile and for always being so good and fun with me.
But more than anything, thank you for showing up by accident that day when i was lost, if it wasn’t for my clumsiness you would not have come to help me, and if it had not been for your big heart I would probably still be lost in the middle of nowhere, lol. I wish one day we could meet again, I love you, and good luck in everything.»
fun question, Who (PM boys) do you think smells the better? Hahaha
it’s funny to even think about this cuz i’ve never met them kkdjsk but i feel like Nick and Edwin, idk why 🥵
after sex - brandon arreaga
• cuddles
• LOTS of cuddles
• “you were great baby girl”
• hell lots of kisses and i love yous
• “god knows i’ll never get over you babe you got me whipped”
• back rubbing till you fall asleep
• him caressing your hair
• while giving you forehead kisses EYE-
• “you ok for a third round?”
• THIRD ROUND yep he got what he wanted
• singing you to sleep
• you falling asleep in the crook of his neck
i might start writing again, if y’all are interested you can send me a number and i’ll write it, or maybe i’ll just pick some and write them just because ksks
- prompt list -
Prompt List #1 ♛ Imagines
“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”
“Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry”
“Stay with me”
“Walk out that door and we’re through”
“Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything”
“I can’t breathe”
“I hate how much I love you”
“Why are you so jealous?”
“Where do you think you’re going”
“Just leave me alone”
“I need some time”
“Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself”
“You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!”
“Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”
“Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”
“Just talk to me”
“Bite me”
“If you insist”
“I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me”
“I think you’re just afraid to be happy”
“Why are you so nice to me”
“Choose me”
“We’ll get through this, I promise”
“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”
“You’re mine. I don’t share”
“Just shut up and kiss me.”
“If we get caught I’m blaming you”
“Make me”
“Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now”
“I think I forgot how to breath”
“Stop biting that fucking lip!”
“You’re blushing”
“I missed something didn’t I?”
“You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?”
“Well this is awkward”
“Is that my shirt?”
“You look like you need a hug”
“I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies”
“Please come home, I miss you”
“You’re so fucking adorable”
“How can you still look so attractive while crying.”
“I’m pregnant”
“You’re lucky you’re cute”
“Cuddle me.”
“Sometimes I really don’t like you”
“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”
“You’re seriously like a man-child.”
“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed”
“Im too sober for this”
“Oh god, I need a drink”
cant wait for second part!!
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about: nick’s girlfriend cheats on him, leaving her best friend to pick up the pieces
warning: language, mentions of cheating
author’s note: i was gonna post edwin’s first but chan wanted nick to get a boo next, so edwin’s gonna have to wait! this is kinda short because it’s more of a prologue, a prelude to the more important stuff
nick was absolutely devastated. he had poured his all into his relationship with nyah, even cutting back on quality time with his friends because he thought she was the one. he wasn’t the best at gauging those kinds of things, what love should really feel like or how you know someone’s your endgame; but with nyah he thought he’d figured it out. he’d spent so much time picturing their future together only to find out she was sleeping with someone else for the last two months of their relationship.
it made him feel stupid, to say the least. it made him question everyone in his life, whether they knew and didn’t tell him or if they were just as in the dark as he was. she had done a number on him and he didn’t know when he’d go back to his normal self.
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“I got you”
“So much for a relaxing weekend” you winced as another pain shot through your body. You were supposed to be spending the afternoon with Zion after he finished up at the studio but here you were, lying in bed curled into a ball wishing for even the slightest bit of relief from the pain. “I should probably call Z & tell him not to come over”. Almost as if on queue you heard keys at your front door followed by it opening & slamming shut. “Babe? Where you at?” Too late now. “In my room” you call back weakly. You hear him start to whistle as he walks up the hall to your room. “I texted you earlier asking what you wanna do today but you didn’t ans-” He stops mid sentence when he sees your curled up form lying in bed. “What’s wrong baby? He walks to the side of your bed & kneels in front of you, brows furrowed with concern. “Oh you know just my uterus try-” You wince as another stabbing pain floods your body. You take a deep breath “Its just my uterus trying to kill me, no big deal.” “No big deal my ass! Why didn’t you text me & let me know? I woulda come over sooner.” “I didn’t wanna bother you or interrupt you at the studio.” “Babygirl you are never a bother or an interruption. Have you eaten or taken any meds yet?” “No....I’ve been in bed all day.” He stands up & walks towards the door “bro what the fuck aight hang on ma give me like 5 minutes.” True to his word he was back in 5 minutes with his hands full of supplies for you. “Aight so we got medicine, heating pad, water, a sandwich annnnd...” he reaches into his back pocket & pulls out your favorite candy bar. “This, figured you might want it later. Now anything you wanna say?” “Thanks for taking care of me and you’re the best? He crosses his arms over his chest & raises his eyebrows giving you an expectant look. “Thats always good but anything else??” You roll your eyes “And sorry I was a dumbass and didn’t call you earlier.” He smiles & leans forward to kiss your forehead. “It’s alright just make sure you call me next time, You’re my dumbass & I wanna take care of you alright? I got you mamas, always.” You smile & nod at him “okay I promise.” He smiles again & presses a quick kiss to your cheek. “Good, now scoot over so I can cuddle the fuck outta you.”
