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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.

Muse - b.a

He studied you. So carefully and precisely, making sure he took in every single detail that featured on the artwork that was your face. If he closed his eyes he could repeat every single thing he’d just soaked up, from the gloss painted on your lips to the dramatic eye liner sat behind your beautiful long lashes. He knew it was a problem, that he was so infatuated with you, knew everything about you physically and mentally, held your deepest secrets close to his heart. But he also knew he didn’t want to get rid of that problem, he wanted it to grow and flourish till every sense of your being was his and every sense of his being was yours.

You studied him, staring at the pictures you’d taken earlier that day of him that now lit up your camera screen. His chains hung from his neck, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, dimples etched into either side of his mouth as he smiled the widest smile for your camera. Wanting to add to your huge collection of Brandon pictures you pulled the cannon camera up to your eye, snapping a picture of the one you loved sat next to you on the couch, so peaceful. At the same time his actions mirrored yours, capturing you in your element looking so effortlessly stunning even though you thought you looked disheveled and tired.

Once you’d gone home that night, leaving his bed feeling cold and his arms empty, he took to editing. Scrolling through his many photos he came across the picture he’d snapped from earlier that day, slowly editing it, careful not to hide your beauty, just trying to enhance it.

Sat in your bed, craving the feeling of Brandon’s arms wrapped around, you mindlessly scrolled through Instagram.

‘brandon_arreaga has tagged you in a post,

Clicking on the post you wondered what ugly couple selfie he’d posted of you both this time, but to your surprise it was just your face, no Brandon in sight.

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therealnickmara shocked to not see another weird selfie of you two

prettymuch_baby you the luckiest boy out there I swear.

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A/N: credit to the beautiful @ariamsz for inspiring this whole concept and letting me use her art, you’re amazing 💛

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.

Self-love - z.k

He’d spent months trying, trying to feel better about himself and build up his confidence. You’d been there the whole time encouraging him, telling him how great he looked. You were waiting for him the second he came off stage, desperate to shower him with praises.

A smile crept onto his lips at your compliments, resulting in a sloppy kiss and a sweaty hug. He was thankful for everything you did to make him feel good, how you praised his mind and body and let him know the effect he had on you, even though it was obvious what he did to you. Zion always noticed the clenching of your thighs whenever he took his top off, how you licked your lips whenever his biceps tensed, how your gaze never left his when he was explaining something to you and how your eyes filled with admiration and lust whenever he was in your presence.

It was your reactions and reassurance he was trying to remind himself of as he read the comments that lit up his screen. His eyes should’ve been heavy with jet lag but they were being forced open by the hurtful words under ‘fan account’ posts. It was at times like this when he really hated his fame. He was told that fans were the ones who supported you and made you feel on top of the world but right now they were pushing him down, halting all the progress he’d made in himself the past few months.

When you walked into his room you knew something was wrong, the way his eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth down-turned. The closer you got to him you could see the tears crawling closer to the surface, ready to spill over. Cupping his face in your small hands, you wiped away the few tears that had escaped. He looked up at you through his thick, damp lashes whilst your eyes searched his face to figure out what was wrong. His phone slipped out of his grasp as he held onto your hips like his life depended on it. You caught a glimpse of his screen, seeing comments about his weight, telling him to put his top back on and that he was too chubby. Softly wiping away his tears you pulled his head into your chest, letting his tears make puddles on your shirt.

All you did was listen to him, listen to him whilst he made himself completely vulnerable to you. You two hadn’t shared a moment so pure with each other. Lying on his bed, staring at the tapestry on his ceiling with Simba’s head perched comfortably on his stomach, you shared with each other your deepest insecurities. Each time an insecurity was revealed the other would throw back a compliment, giving each other proof as to why you were both worthy of self-love.

Fortnite - z.k

His head rested perfectly on your belly whilst he nestled comfortably in between your legs. You used his head as a rest for your book to lean on whilst your eyes scanned the page, it occasionally being moved by Zion shaking his head when nick needed reviving again.

His constant jolting kept disturbing your ‘meant to be’ peaceful reading time, which he’d interrupted hours ago to play his game as you called it, his talent and back-up profession as he called it. Placing your book down next to you, marking the page with the stupid fortnite bookmark he’d bought you as a joke a year ago, your fingers found themselves messing with his dreads, twisting them around your finger and pulling them up into multiple hair styles.

The room was silent apart from the constant clicking of his PS4 buttons and his occasional shouts at the screen. He was quite calm which was unusual, normally he was screaming at his screen as multiple guns fired at him.

Even more time passed and Zion’s hair had become boring to you, which you never thought you’d say. You grabbed your phone mindlessly scrolling until Zion’s shouts became more frequent, ruining the silence you were enjoying. Without thinking you pulled up your Instagram ready to film yet another outburst of his. Just as your phone started recording he jumped to his feet, his dreads bouncing up and down on his head, his cheeks red with frustration and his mouth shouting ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’ every second, his fingers feverishly working the controller to kill his final opponent. He thought he’d won until his screen came up with 2nd place, causing his face to drop in disappointment and his usual tantrum whenever he lost fortnite to emerge. Chucking his controller onto his bed he was shouting down the headpiece as if nick was till there, even tho he’d been gone for at least an hour, done with being screamed at by Zion for ‘how fucking shit you are bro’. He was pacing round the room with his chest heaving getting all the adrenaline out of his system whilst you recorded, mouth close to the microphone you muttered ‘Bub lost so he’s a lil heated now’. All your comment did was earn you a death glare from Zion and even more approval from the fans who adored you for the amount of content you provided. The words ‘but it’s just a game baby’ escaped from your lips before you could stop them, causing zions mouth to drop open with utter shock. Your video ended with him stomping out of the room with you a giggling mess in his bed, knowing he’d be back in 10 minutes to beg for cuddles and a duo round of fortnite.

A/N: based on me and @darkrosekuwonu obsessing over Zion and fortnite

So I’m on holiday and it’s so hot right now it’s amazing. All I want is for Zion to be here with me like imagine how good he’d look lying next to the pool he’d be so tanned ugh honestly I’d kill for him to be here. He’d be so caring towards you making sure you had enough water all the time and enough sun cream (which I do not lol) more than happy to rub it in for you. No one can argue he’s definitely the type to put loads of sun cream on your bum so he can spend ages trying to rub it all in, complimenting your bum the whole time and telling you how much he loves it.

So baccially someone just send Zion to Kavos for me thxxxx

Make a wish - z.k

A/N: I’m late I know sorry but ya gal had things going on. It’s never too late to provide some Zion content for you all so enjoyyyy

The room fell silent as Nick dimmed the lights. Everyone’s faces came alive from the orange flames flickering above the vanilla frosting. As the room of Zion’s closest friends erupted into a chaotic version of “happy birthday” Zion couldn’t help but notice how the flicker of the candles bounced off of your features perfectly. Behind the intense colour of your eyes Zion could see the deep burn of orange, enhancing the beauty of your orbs. He loved how your jawline stood out above all your features, begging to be peppered with kisses by his plump lips. The best thing for Zion was your smile, how the flames made it seem even bigger than it was, lighting up the room better than the candles did. Your lips moved to the words of the song, your angelic voice heard above all the other out of tune melodies from his friends. As you placed the cake in front of him he felt your lips land a perfect kiss to his forehead, an action so simple yet so meaningful to him.

Closing his eyes to blow out the candles as the song died down he heard you mutter “make a wish baby, whatever you want”. You’d assumed his wish had been for another dog, those shoes he wanted or for the boys to be successful for as long as possible. However, everyone else in that room knew what it had been. It had been for him to be able to hold on to you forever, to keep your love alive and to never let you go.

His eyes fluttered open, his long lashes batting themselves your way. Ignoring the loud claps and cheers from all his friends, he pulled you close by your belt loops, his large hands landing firmly on your behind, giving it a cheeky squeeze, echoing a hearty chuckle from within your chest. “Thank you ma, it’s been the best birthday ever”. After a quick peck to his lips, whispering in his ear, you told him “believe me babe, the best of it is yet to come. Meet me in your bedroom in 10 minutes, I’ve got another present for you”. He watched as your hips swayed themselves away from him, your jeans hugging you in all the right places. Your figure slowly started to disappear as his friends circled him, all patting his back and wishing him a happy birthday for the hundredth time. All he could think about was your final words, his eyes fixated on the spot he’d seen you in last. With his leg shaking, he anxiously counted down the seconds till you were able to give him his final birthday present. He knew it’d be worth the wait.

Kicking - prettymuch

Okay so this was requested by @prettymuchgirlbeanz ages ago and I’m so sorry for how late it is but I’ve finally done it. The request was for me to write about the boys’ African-American friend who is 7 months pregnant but the baby daddy left. Out of all the boys she is closer with Zion...

Being 7 months pregnant was not easy, it was made even harder when you were in a hot studio filming a video for the boys. Your feet were swollen making it extremely painful to stand up, your boobs ached constantly and your back never stopped cracking. Despite the agony you were in you’d done this for all the boys, especially Zion. He’d helped you for this whole pregnancy, he’s promised to be a father figure for your baby once your boyfriend left, he went to all your appointments with you and he never stopped looking after you. The least you could do was help them for one of their buzzfeed videos. That morning you’d spent ages getting ready to make sure the camera couldn’t pick up on how tired you were. Your mum had box braided your hair the night before making it perfect for today, the orange dress you chose complimented your dark skin perfectly and the fenty foundation hid the hot flushes your pregnancy kindly provided for you.

Hearing your name fall from one of the boys lips snapped you out of our trance. Making your way over to the couch they were all perched on you felt a sharp pain in your stomach, causing you to bend over in agony on the couch. Straight away the happy smiles on the boys’ faces were replaced with concerned frowns. Zion pulled you to him, one hand on your stomach and the other hand holding yours so you could squeeze when the pain hit harder. The boys were all thinking the worst until you told them to look at your stomach, at which they could see movement and poking, making your stomach stretch everytime.

“If this is boutta be the scene from alien I’m running, sorry ma”

“Zion, can your extra ass not see that the baby is kicking”

At your words Zion’s famous smile spread its way across his features, so happy to see your baby moving around showing that it was happy and healthy. All the boys placed their hands on your stomach, giggling whenever they felt a kick to their palm.

Throughout the video the boys were constantly distracted by your belly, overjoyed to know the baby was okay. Thats all they’d worried about for the last few months, knowing the stress you experienced because of the baby’s deadbeat dad leaving could’ve put it in great danger, but now all those worries were squashed. Once the excitement had calmed down you did your part for the video, helping Lindsey find a perfect outfit for her date with the mystery man the boys had chosen. However, for the whole time Zion had one hand placed protectively on your bump, which obviously caused the fans to go into a frenzy. The fans all had their theories about you two which you chose to ignore for now, but the little concepts about how Zion would one day twist your little toddlers curls into dreads just like his always made you smile, and the jokes about how they better not be dry like his never failed to make you laugh. You couldn’t wait for the life ahead of you, with your boys and your baby.

Walking - z.k

A/N: after literally almost 5 months of sorting myself out I’m back. This is a continuation of my story kicking ...

Over the course of the last year your life had changed dramatically. Your beautiful baby boy had arrived into the world after an agonising 3 day labour, during which Zion had always been by your side holding your hand. During the end of your pregnancy you’d spent almost every day together, stirring the rumours even more for the fans. One evening you were sat in your apartment listening to music for the baby when one thing had led to another and you’d admitted your feelings to eachother after seeing yet another fan theory. Zion promised you’d he’d wait for you, knowing that right now, with a little baby boy on the way, was not the time for you to get into a relationship.

No offence to Zion but once the baby was born you’d sort of forgotten his promise, completely focused on your little boy. He’d been a difficult baby, refusing to breast feed, needing only 1 hour of sleep a night then when he was about 3 months he’d gotten meningitis at the exact same time the boys went on tour, leaving you without your support system. Those 6 months that Zion was away made you realise how much you needed him, how much you and your boy depended on him. Zion rang everyday to check up on him, even referring to him as ‘his little boy’. You realised you had created a family with him in it without even knowing.

That realisation got you into the situation you’re happily living in now. Every night sitting on your couch in your shared apartment snuggling into Zion as you watch your boy walk all around the room, showing off his new walking skills. His little outfit styled to perfection by his daddy, whatever designer hoodie Zion had chose was always way too big for him but he loves them anyway, he always loves to match with his daddy. Every night after you fall asleep in his arms Zion would place a tender kiss to your forhead, smiling seeing his beautiful girlfriend drift off to sleep in his arms whilst his baby boy chased simba around whilst his little Afro bounced with every step.

When you started work again Zion started to learn what it was like to be a full-time dad. Everyday once they waved you off to work they’d walk to the boys’ house, only a 5 minute walk. Each of the boys would wait their turn every morning to make a fuss of their favourite little nephew, stating if he was wearing one of the hoodies or T-shirt’s they’d bought him, immensely proud of themselves that he’d chosen it for himself that day. Whilst they were recording he’d run around the studio, chasing simba and nala, climbing on all the furniture, just generally wreaking havoc but in the cutest way. Whenever they were having breaks Brandon would always sit him on his knee and let him mess with all the buttons, melting at how happy he looked to be ‘making music like daddy does’. Nick would always try and teach him some dance moves, having some luck but you boy would always get distracted. Edwin would dress him up and do photo shoots, always making your baby smile. By the time you’d finish work and go to the boys’ house your little boy would be covered in paint from Austin’s art lessons for him and all the boys would be shattered. You’d came to love this routine, seeing the family you’d created for your little boy and how loved he was in it.

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.»

I- whooooo, he took my breath away. Like completely. Like I think I died today.

HELL NAH ID KILL IF SOMEONE DID THIS TO ME 🥺

“Keep em’ here...” - Zion Kuwonu

Requested: Yeeyeeee

Summary: Hii can you do a smut imagine where Zion goes down on you x your blog is amazing 🥰

Pairing: Zion x Reader

Warnings/Keywords: Smut.

Word Count:1227

A/N: I don’t even know why I chose to hurt my own damn feelings like this tbh. It be like that sometimes…

Zion pulled Y/N into his lap and turned her body so she was straddling his lap. She happily complied with his gestures and cupped his face in her small hands. He looked up at her with a soft smile on his face as one hand was on her thigh and the other was on her ass. She leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips. His tongue poked out a little and ran across his bottom lip before leaning up to kiss her again.

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HOLY SHITTTT I WONT LIE, I CRIED WHILE READING THIS🥺♥️

You can’t leave me

“What’s up with you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, you’ve just been weird. Every since you went on that date or whatever.”

“I just, i don’t know Z okay. I think maybe this has run its course.”

“Whatcha mean it’s run it’s course?”

You sat up grabbing your clothes and quickly dressing.

“I mean that this, I can’t do this anymore. You don’t care about me.”

“Yes I do.”

“Zion.”

“What do you want from me? You want me to make you my girlfriend? Take you on dates or some shit. I told you before we started doing this that it’s not my thing.”

“I never asked you for that. I just didn’t want to feel so disposable to you.”

He just looked at you and that’s when you knew.

You were disposable to him. You were just someone he called when he needed something or someone. You were falling in love with him and he couldn’t care less about you.

“I’m gonna just go, please don’t call me.”

“Baby, seriously stop tripping. What do you want me to say? Don’t date other people? Okay. Don’t go on dates with other people?”

“Do you hear yourself. You clearly don’t care about me. If I knew you were seeing someone else-“

“I mean I am though, you know that.”

“What?”

“Don’t do that. You knew that.”

“No, I didn’t. Oh my god. I’m leaving. Don’t fucking call me again.”

“Seriously? Babe. You know you’re getting mad for no reason. Bring your ass back to bed. I’ll make it up to you alright. I’m sorry. Okay? I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No. Zion I’m done for real.”

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Two weeks. It had been two weeks. You’d ignored every late night call and every text.

He’d never had this feeling before. The feeling of wanting someone to come back. He wasn’t used to reaching to the other side of the bed for someone. Truthfully he didn’t do this with anyone else. You were the only one. He hadn’t been with anyone since you. He was just talking shit, not wanting to feel vulnerable. Truth was he hated that you’d gone on that date. Hated himself for not telling you not to or maybe not taking you on one himself.

“The fuck is wrong with me.”

He leaned his head against the shower wall, letting the water drip down his body. The more his mind raced the more stupid he felt. He wanted to call again, wanted to tell you to come back to him. He couldn’t offer you much, he didn’t know how to be, nor did he want to be someone’s boyfriend. But he could be the one to make you feel good, the one to make you feel wanted, he could make you feel beautiful. He could bring the hidden parts of you out.

Pushing off the wall he turned off the water and grabbed a towel wrapping it around his waist. His large hand coming across the mirror, the cloudy reflection was one he didn’t recognize. He closed his eyes thinking back to nights you joined him in the shower. He could almost feel you there. Feel how after you’d press your head to his back and stretch your hands against the front of his body. A list ditch effort to touch him a few minutes longer. Could he really blame you for choosing someone else?

Opening his eyes once again he shut off the lights and walked back to his room. Looking at his empty bed he reminisced of the nights you’d be there already waiting for him. You were so shy at first, but the longer you messed around the more confident you got. The more confident in his need for you, you used it against him in the end. Maybe it was his own fault, he should have seen the signs. When you asked if it was okay to go on a date. He couldn’t even look at you, too worried about his game.

“Just don’t fuck him.” You needed more from him, you needed to know he cared even if he couldn't give all that to you.

He reached for his phone, hovering over your contact like he’d done many nights before, but would you pick up this time? Would you come? You’d told him you wouldn’t, but you’d never really been able to tell him no before.

He placed the phone to his ear waiting, ring after ring. His heart beating faster.

“What Z?”

“He-Hey.”

“Why are you calling?”

“You know why.”

“I told you I was done with this Z. I needed more from you.”

“You know I can’t give you what he apparently can.”

“I didn’t even need that much from you. I just needed to know I was more then just someone you could fuck. I didn’t ask for anything else.”

“You know you were.”

“What do you really want Zion?”

“Just, i don’t know. Can I come over?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. You know what’s going to happen.”

“Is that really so bad?”

“We’re gonna be in the same spot tomorrow when the sun goes down.”

“I’ll call again.”

“No, you can’t. This has to be the last time. I’m not gonna mess up something that could be good.”

“Okay.”

“Are you coming here or am I coming to you?”

“I’ll come there.”

“Fine.”

The line cut out and he threw his phone down. You were a drug, he just needed another fix. Just one more time and then he could let go. He quickly dressed and grabbed his keys. The drive over was quick. This time of night the roads were basically empty.

He dragged his legs up your stairs to your apartment. He knocked lightly, when you opened the door he felt all the air leave his lungs.

He didn’t know what it was about you, but he had to be in you to feel alive. He wasted no time reaching for your face and connecting your lips. His hands reaching down to your thighs he lifted your body to him. Wrapping your legs around him he kicked the door behind him closed. Walking through your apartment like he had so many nights like these.

He laid you down pulling his hoodie and shirt up over his body. And leaning back down to kiss you. Kissing down your neck, sucking on the spot he knew drove you crazy. You started pushing his shoulders.

“No, no marks Z. Not just yours anymore, you can’t do that.”

His heart dropped. You didn’t want your new man to see. See his mark on you, you’d always be his though. You couldn’t quit him. The fact that his body was laying between your legs was proof of that.

“You fuck him yet?”

“No.”

“You planning to?”

“No, not yet.”

“Hmmm.”

He reached down sliding your sleeping shorts down your legs, leaving feather light kisses. On the way back up he latched on sucking a bruise to your thigh.”

“Zi, Ugh I told you no.”

“Guess you’ll just have keep your pants on around him for a while longer.”

He did the same thing on the other leg just lower and then on each of your hips.

He kissed up your stomach lifting up you shirt.

“No bra?”

“ I knew you were coming, what’s the point?”

A smirk coming across his lips before he attached his mouth to your body again.

“You have too many clothes on still.”

“Taking my time.”

“Why?”

“You said this was the last time right?”

You nodded your head seeming unsure.

You both knowing it needed to be.

“So this guy, he takes you on dates? That’s why you picked him?”

“Z, please don’t do this.”

“Just asking mamas.”

His hands sliding into the front of your underwear.

“God baby, I’ve barely touched you.”

“It’s been two weeks Z.”

“I’m sorry baby, should have called sooner.”

“You shouldn’t have called at all.”

“You say that, but your body says otherwise.”

He leaned back to stand up, as did you. Reaching to undo his belt. Looking up at him between your lashes.

“You know what happens when you look at me like that baby. Can’t control myself.”

You leaned forward pulling at his pants, he helped you rid him of all his clothes. As he stood before you, you kissed his stomach and hips, And thighs everywhere but where he wanted.

“Please, please don’t play with me baby.”

You took him into your mouth a loud hiss followed by a moan falling from his lips. One of his hands threading into your hair while the other held your face. His thumb rubbing your cheek, making eye contact with him you continued to bob your head further and further down. His hand in your hair tightened causing you to moan around him.

“Fuck You have to stop.”

You pooped off him with a satisfied smile on your lips. He knew you loved to make him crazy and you’d quickly learned how in your time together. He loved watching you come out of your shell, watching you confidently do things he knew he’d taught you. And now you’d take those things and do them with someone else. The thought caused his chest to tighten, but still otherwise unwilling to give in.

You scooted back on to the bed and spread your legs for him to lay between them. He pushed into you in one quick motion. Your nails immediately dragging against his back. He lifted your legs around him and began thrusting it into you.

Truthfully you’d only had sex like this once. The first time. Zion was your first and so he went easy on you, kept it simple and sweet, doing everything he could to make you comfortable.

His mind racing back to that night, the way you held on to him. How quite you were.

“Louder baby, wanna hear you.”

He had to keep asking you if you were ok, if you needed him to go slower or even stop. He could remember it like it was yesterday.

Your voice snapped him back to reality.

“Faster Z please.”

His hips quickened their pace, and slammed into you harder and faster. He held you to his body closely feeling as though you’d slip away if he let go even for a second.

“You think he’s gonna make you feel this good baby?”

“N-no. Fuck, i don’t know.”

“Say it baby, say I’m the only one. Say you need me.”

“Okay okay, fuck just please please don’t stop. Fuck fuck, Zi you’re the only one, I know you are.”

“You can’t leave me mamas.”

You pulled your head back from the crook of his neck to look in his eyes. He quickly looked away realizing you heard his moment of weakness, but you reached for his face bringing it back to yours.

The look in his eyes said everything he couldn’t.

You leaned up kissing him, his hips slowing and his hands coming up to hold you face.

“Ok baby, I won’t. I won’t leave you.”

“You promise?”

“I promise Z, I swear I won’t.”

Nothing else was said. He leaned up sitting back on his knees bringing you body with him. He kissed your face and neck as he thrusted up. You tried to match his movements as he held you impossibly close. Neither of you knew what was happening. It had gone from fast and rough to soft and slow with one plea.

He was close and he knew you were too. He pushed you hair from your face while he held you close kissing your lips over and over as you came around him. He wasn’t far behind you, your exhausted body holding him close you let the words fall from your lips.

“I love you Z.”

He buried his head in your neck and let out a sting of curses, his body going rigid and still as he held you impossibly close.”

“Listen, I-“

“You don’t have to say it back, I just wanted you to know.”

A small nod coming from his head, but he knew you could see it in his eyes.

“You wanna shower baby?”

“Yeah.”

Crawling out of his lap you walked down the hall turning on the water. He scooted off the bed and walked into the bathroom. Grabbing you body and hugging you from behind.

“I’ll be right back, go ahead and get in.”

He got in the shower, a sense of relief flooding his body. But then also worry. What if you didn’t mean it. What if you were gonna leave him. He needed to sort himself out, find a way to compromise and give you what you needed. He was lost in thought when he felt your arms snake around his body to spread across his chest and your head lean against his back. A loud sigh coming from his lips he reached down grabbing your hand bringing it to his lips.

“I um, I just texted him. Told him I couldn’t see him anymore.”

Turning his body to face you, he couldn’t really read your face.

“Please don’t make me regret doing that.”

“I won’t mamas. I promise.”

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I love a good waste of time pt.II

It’s had been about a week since your encounter with Zion. The whole way home all you could think about was the heat radiating off his body and the way his breathe felt against your face and neck. Every part of you wanted to turn around and kiss him, but you just couldn’t. You’d spent months dodging his advances out of fear, and it unfortunately had to stay that way.

It would be a bold face lie if you said every time you were at work and heard the bell it didn’t grab your immediate attention. You were secretly hoping it would be the tall beautiful boy coming in again to pester you. You’d started to wonder if he had given up, but one night you saw all five boys walk in.

You noticed quickly that Zion seemed a little off, he didn’t walk in laughing or loudly demanding attention like always. He was the last to walk in and had his head down. He didn’t look around to see if you were there. You grabbed some menus and your pad and headed over.

“Hey boys, long time no see. What can I get you to drink?”

They all gave you their orders ranging from milk shakes to sodas, except Zion. So you walked over to where he was sitting.

“And what about you sunshine? Want another milkshake.”

His head tilted up to look at you, the nickname tugged at his chest a little.

“Uh Nah maybe just some water.”

“Ok, sure. I’ll be right back.”

Every interaction with Zion that night was like that. He was quite, you could see something was bothering him. He wasn’t begging for attention with his quietness, he was genuinely just off. The most you got from him was when you dropped off the food and without looking at you he said

“Looks great, thank you.”

You missed his usual pet names, the way he’d touch your hand when you handed him something. The way he’d smile at you from across the room. You waited by the counter assuming when he came to pay you could maybe find out what was wrong. But when Brandon stood before you to pay, you realized you weren’t going to get that chance.

“Hey, so is um-is Zion Okay?”

“Z? Yeah why?”

“I don’t know just seems a little off I guess.”

“Oh, well yeah. He keeps getting turned down by this pretty girl he likes at this diner. He’s kinda in his bag about it.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “S’that so?”

“Yep. That’s what I hear.”

“Hmm, well have a good night.”

“Yeah you too.”

Brandon walked back, grabbed his jacket as everyone stacked up plates and dishes making it easier for you to breakdown. They all walked out and said goodbye as they passed you, except Zion. He gave you a small smile and a timid wave.

“Zion.”

His head popped up and looked back at you.

“I get off tomorrow at 7. I’ll give you one shot.”

A giant smile covered his face.

“That’s all I need gorgeous.”

He turned back towards the door and walked out running towards the car. You could clearly tell they were cheering and excited with him. It made your heart flutter, maybe this wouldn’t be a giant mistake after all.

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You’d combed your hair a half dozen times, in the bathroom of the diner, finally deciding on a high ponytail. You touched up your make up once more and asked one of the other waitresses for the third time if your dress looked ok. It was a pale yellow sundress, you weren’t sure what he was going to take you to do so you didn’t want to be too casual or too dressed up. Right on time, he walked in. He was a dream honestly. He was wearing a grey sweater and blue jeans ripped at the knees and a beanie.

“Hey gorgeous.”

“Hi sunshine, right on time.”

He opened the door escorting you out, hand on your lower back. Opened the car door for you and jogged to his side. He got in and started the car, and let out a huge sigh.

“Alright step three.”

“What was step one and two?”

“Huh”

“You just said step three. I was just wondering what the other two steps were.”

“Oh, uh get you to go out with me and then not be late.”

You let out a small laugh.

“Zion, don’t be nervous okay? I’m not expecting tonight to be some magical perfect dream, that isn’t reality. I just want to get to know the real you, so please just be the guy I’ve wanted to say yes to for months okay?”

“Okay. I can do that.”

You leaned over kissing his cheek as he pulled out of the diner. You’d arrived at the board walk. In all the years you’d lived here you’d never actually gone there so you were actually really excited.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I figured it’d be more fun to do this then some bougee ass restaurant. Or maybe this shit is too corny.”

“No, this is great. As long as you buy me cotton candy.”

“I can definitely do that.”

You got out of the car and walked around little bit mostly laughing and talking. You’d decided to go for the full experience so you grabbed a few corn dogs and sat on the bench. Turns out you both enjoyed people watching. You’d make up little back stories to all the people as they walked by and pick out names for them all.

“Those two look like a Bob and Jen.”

“Yeah, they’re on their first date like us. But unlike me he’s bombing.”

“It’s not his fault Jen isn’t as easy going as me.”

When you finished your food you walked around a bit, you could tell he was nervous so you reached out and grabbed his hand lacing it with yours.

His smile made his eyes light up.

You walked the board walk and rode the Ferris wheel which was your favorite part.

Watching your smile light up when you got to the top was Zion’s favorite part too.

“It’s beautiful up here.”

“Yeah I guess it is.”

“What’s wrong? You don’t like heights sunshine?”

“Why do you call me that?”

“Your smile. It reminds me of the sun. I can be having the worst day and you guys all come in laughing and you smile at me and it’s like actual sunshine on my face.”

“Why wouldn’t you go out with me then?”

“I don’t know, I guess I was just scared.”

He leaned in putting his arm around you and kissed your temple.

When you got off the ride he grabbed your hand and continued to walk to board walk and bought your cotton candy.

“I’m so good at this game. Come on I’m finna be all romantic and win you a stuffed animal or some shit.”

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“I’m really sorry I couldn’t win that shit. I swear I’m good at it.”

“It’s ok, you bought me this cotton candy what more could a girl ask for?”

“I had a lot of fun tonight. Are you glad you came?”

“I am. So what are we doing next?”

“Umm I don’t know, I figured it’s almost 10 so probably just take you home, cause you wouldn’t wanna be out too late.”

“Hmmm no party tonight?”

“There is, but I wasn’t planning on taking you there. Doesn’t seem like it’d be your thing.”

“I wanna go. Wanna see your world.”

“It’s not really my world, just a part of it. But I’ll take you if you want.”

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You pulled up to the house and were surprised by the level of noise on the outside. How the neighbors didn’t complain was beyond you. Zion came around and opened your door and held your hand inside. He was nervous, he knew undoubtedly there was gonna be girls he’d hooked up with here, girls that were trying to hook up with him still and he was afraid of what you’d say. It took him forever to get you to go out with him and he didn’t want someone who didn’t matter to him to ruin it.

“Do you want a drink?”

He yelled over the music. The bass was thumping, the bodies were pushed into each other and the neon lights were bright. You couldn’t think straight, he was right. This wasn’t your thing. You didn’t really want to come to a party, you just wanted to be with him a little longer.

“Baby? Do you want a drink?” This time he leaned down and whispered it in your ear. You shook your head no and reached your hand around his neck pulling his ear to your mouth.

“Can we just go to your room?”

He leaned down kissing your forehead and shook his head. He shielded your body with his as you made it past the sea of bodies and to the protection of his room. He opened the door and pushed you in first turning on the light and closing the door. You were kind of surprised how clean his room was, his bed was made the only thing out of order was a few pair of shoes scattered along the floor. You looked back at him as your hand caressed his sheets as you walked along his bed.

“I’m sorry, it’s just really loud and there was so many people.”

He was leaned against the door with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

“It’s fine mamas, I knew you weren’t gonna like it.

He could tell you were still a bit shocked from the scene just outside his door. He felt bad, maybe he was right. He shouldn’t have brought you here. You took a seat on his bed, you looked so beautiful he felt like his head was spinning. He wanted to see you smile, hear your laugh. He hopped on his bed dramatically pulling you into his lap and attacking your sides with his hands. Just like he’d hoped your laughter boomed through the room as you wiggled out of his lap. He pushed you on to your back and crawled over your body still tickling you with his free hand. You wiggled below him beginning for him to stop as you both laughed. He eventually pulled his hand back resting it on your neck. You reached up pushing the dreads from his eyes. He leaned down kissing you softly.

He crawled back towards the headboard and spread his legs wide ushering for you to join him, you tilted your head and gave him a small smile.”

“Promise I won’t bite.”

You slowly moved forward crawling towards him, when you got close you kissed his lips twice, the second time a little deeper. His hand came up to your neck to pull you closer, but you pulled away turned your body so your back was laying flat against his front.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

“Sure.”

You’d watched about half the movie when he shuffled down a bit and started leaving little kisses on your check and shoulder.

“Someone needs some attention I see.”

“Just a little, can’t not kiss you if I got you here.”

“Suppose that’s true.”

You turned your body so you were laying on him chest to chest, and he leaned forward and kissed you again. You let him take it as far as he wanted, his hands caressed up and down your back, and just above the swell of your ass. You knew he wanted to, you wanted him to. So you reached back and drug his hand to land on your ass. He’s kept kissing you and he gently squeezed and brought his other hand down as well. You could feel him against you, he was getting hard. He quickly flipped you over towering above you, as he looked in your eyes.

“Well don’t stop now sunshine, we were just getting to the good part.”

That wicked smile he displayed the night at the diner appeared on his face yet again.

“You’re so fucking sexy you know that.”

You slid you hands down his chest and palmed him, the sexiest noise you’d ever heard fell from his lips. This wasnt you. You didn’t do things like this, but Zion brought out a more confident and daring version of you. You worked your hands back up to start lifting his shirt. He’d started kissing down your neck and nipping at your skin every few inches or so. His hands were wandering and dragging up your legs as he wiggled his way between them and started pressing against you.

“You see what you do to me baby.”

All you could do was moan in response as his hands slid between your thighs and up to where you’d been begging for him to touch you.

You pushed at him causing him to sit up quickly, he was worried he’d done something wrong. This wasn’t in anyway how he thought this night was going to turn out. Truth was he was nervous, and he hadn’t met anyone in a long time that made him feel that way. You sat up lifted your dress off, and unhooked your bra. Zion was in complete awe. He still couldn’t figure out what it was about you that drove him so crazy, but in this moment he didn’t care.

He took his pants off in record time and dove into the bed literally causing you to burst out in an fit of laughter.

“You’re so pretty baby, you drive me crazy. I feel like I forget everything when you’re around. Don’t even know what to do next mamas. You got me losing it. ”

“I got you baby.”

You climbed into his lap slowly, his hands pulled you in and rubbed you back up and down as you lowered down.

“Fuck baby, you’re- oh my god.”

You’d leaned your head forward, lip trembling. The stretch burned but felt heavenly all at the same time. You slowly started to rock your hips, all you could hear was the music from the other side of the door and the sound of your own heart beating. You’d tried to pick up the pace, but your legs couldn’t stop shaking, you were overwhelmed and on the verge already. Zion could tell you were close already so he hugged you close, pulled you close to his chest planted his feet and thrusted into you fast and hard. Your head fell into the crook of his neck where you moaned and did your best to kiss his skin and tell him how good he felt, but the sentences didn’t make sense. He reassured you though, he knew what you were feeling.

“I know baby, me too. Fuck.”

When you both came down from you high he released his grip and kissed your shoulder. A lazy smile on his lips, he kissed your shoulders and lips as you climbed out of his lap.

“Where you going?”

“I have to get going, I gotta be at class early tomorrow. It’s nearly midnight.”

“You can stay here and I’ll take you in the morning.”

“I can’t I really have to go. But I had a lot of fun.”

“I did too. Let me just throw on some clothes and I’ll take you home.”

“You don’t have to I can call an Uber.”

“What? No.”

“Zion it’s fine really. Look, already on the way. Just umm relax and have a good night. I’ll see you around.”

He’d never been left like that before. He felt like maybe he’d done something wrong. Maybe he’d been too rough, maybe she felt like he was just trying to sleep with her and that’s the only reason he took her out, he couldn’t figure it out.

“Bro, I don’t know what I did. We had a great time. Like I did everything I could think of to be a gentleman cause I thought that’s what she wanted. Then she came back here and treated me like a one night stand. Like I don’t get it bro. I tried to call her, she won’t call me back.” It’s been four days.”

“Maybe she’s just busy.”

“Maybe. Maybe we should go eat, will you come with me?”

“Where y’all going?” Brandon yelled form the couch.

“Zion got ghosted by diner girl, so we’re going to “eat”.”

“Edwin, why you gotta say it like that bro?”

“Ayyy I’ll go. She asked me what was up with you last time so maybe she’ll tell me why she’s ghosting you.”

When he walked in he spotted you quickly, he took a seat at the counter while the other two boys sat at a table.

“Hey.”

“Zion, hey. What are you doing here?”

“Came to eat, and check on you. Haven’t heard back from you and I don’t know I just felt like maybe you were avoiding me.”

“I’m really busy right now, can we do this later?”

“No. I need to know what I did wrong.”

“Nothing Okay, I Just- look let’s just talk about it later.”

You grabbed menus and walked away from him. He stood up frustrated and walked over to the table where you dropped menus and drinks to the other boys.

“She still won’t talk to me.”

“There’s definitely some tension. What the fuck did you do bro?”

“Nothing. I didn’t do anything.”

You felt bad, you didn’t intend on pushing him away. But you were scared, you were scared of how you felt about him. You were scared of how much he pulled you out of your shell without even trying. You figured he was going to ghost you, so it was better to do it first. But here he was basically hunting you down.

“Can i talk to you for a sec? Please.”

He slid up from his seat and followed you outside. You took a seat on the bench and looked down at your feet.

“I’m sorry Okay? I had a really great time the other night. But I’m not that girl, I don’t do stuff like that. You make me crazy, you make me someone I’m not or at least I don’t think I am. I just got scared that you weren’t going to call or show up again and I thought maybe I should just-“

“Ignore me before I did it to you?”

“Yeah.”

“Why can’t you just accept that I actually like you.”

“Because guys like you, don’t like girls like me.”

“Well you say that I make you someone different, maybe you make me someone different too.”

“Maybe.”

“I really want to take you out again, even if it doesn’t end the same way. Not that I’d mind that.”

“My shift ends in an hour. Walk me home?”

“Hell yeah.”

You leaned over kissing his cheek.

“Thanks sunshine.”