#nick mara x reader x zion kuwonu

[bredsticon-blog]

title: the alternative

part: one (saint or sinner)

desc: you have died. you weren't an extraordinary person when you were alive--you made a few little sins and a few little good deeds, but it's not enough to land you in heaven nor hell. so the reaper gives you two choices: be in limbo forever, or serve equal years in heaven and hell. well, you choose the latter...

tags: angel!nick & demon!zion love triangle (or not? wink), heaven and hell au (yes ik purgatory exists but it has different purposes for this series), ooc (on purpose, i swear), sfw (as in, no smut), gore, violence (i mean, you're in hell...), cussing, murder, mentions of: rape, abuse, addiction (alcohol, LSD, heroin, uhh everything else), mental issues (depression, suicide), and death in general. gender/sex neutral reader (as always) and humor to lighten the mood

word count: 2k

notes: it isn't nearly as scary as the tags make it seem, i promise. i spent a l o n g time on the promo art for this (which imma post LATER) so uhh please read :'( haha yes i WILL finish writing the fma!austin fic and make the part 2 for ¡quake! & ~the wave~ but my ass is still collecting gifs and cleaning up plot holes sksksk and on the 2.76% chance the boys read this: hi follow me im @/bredsticon on ig, i make quality content and be more active on tumblr please we love you

You don't remember dying.

You're dead, and you don't remember dying.

Perhaps, in another life, you once thought that death accompanied a special feeling: life flashing before your eyes, lights out, everything over before your last breath escapes your lungs. But this is... this is slow. So slow. You're still on earth. Floating.. somewhere. Nowhere else. You see the world, all of it. Stars twinkle in the mist. The world around you is gray and dark. You watch your home fall apart. Every crack and shake is in full detail, and, dimly, you watch the sprouting of vines and weeds in its place. The weeds brush heads as they cluster your old house, your old neighborhood, your old country, your old everything.

You're old.

Breathless doesn't begin to describe it. You don't have lungs. You don't have... you don't. You just don't. You are nowhere. You are nothing. You don't exist.

Someone waves inside of you.

What the—

"Hello, Soul One-Hundred Thirty-Three Billion, Seventy-Five Million and Sixty-Five. You're late."

An NYC accent? You're from—

"Now that's a mouthful. I'll just call you Rosebud. See, you were supposed to cross over..." A watch ticks inside your... your form? You? "...millennia ago. Five millennia, in fact."

The voice throws a powder on you. Something blooms inside you, and you fall to the ground.

You gasp—holy shit, you can gasp. You move your head around. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, you have muscles, you have form, you can move. You exist.

The voice has a form, too. He looks like you: human. Flaming blue hair, khaki-colored skin with reddish-pink polka dots and marks. He wears modern clothes: a bright yellow vest and green pants. And glowing. He's like a painting. Human, kinda.

You gape at him. This doesn't exist. This can't exist. You thought you'd be nothing forever. But now you're something and that's something and the world around you is still murky but it's something and oh my God. Oh my fucking God. What happened to you? What happened to your home? Why aren't you dead?

The form smiles at you. "Be careful with mentioning the Master Creator so much. They're listening, y'know. They can tell when you're talking about Them."

He offers you a hand. Shaking, you take it. You wobble so hard you grab his shoulder, and he pats your wrist.

"Relax, Rosebud, we're gonna go up now. Take my hands." Gently, he takes your hand off his shoulder and interlocks your fingers together. You close your eyes as he pulls you close.

Once you open them, you're no longer on Earth.

You're in an office.

Vaguely relaxing piano music plays in the background. The walls gleam "eggshell white" (whatever that means), and copy-and-paste potted plants commiserate in corners, on shelves, and on top of desks. Rows and rows of cubicles line up in front of you, complete with ancient computers, loud clicking, and early morning groans of "I need more coffee, for fu- fun's sake!" A vending machine and a water cooler stand behind you, with banged-up tables interspersed between those.

Someone rises out of a cubicle. His skin is pale, but his hair is dark. "Reaper Honoret Jr.! Is that—oh my goodness, is that the stray? You did it! It took a few millennia, but you did it!"

Honoret Jr. grimaces. "My bad, Dad. The soul blended in so well, it took me a while... my readings showed complete neutrality. It's like there's no one there." The reaper looked back at you. "I only caught a flicker. Right now, I can't—"

His dad chuckles. "Not Dad. It's Reaper Honoret Sr. to you." He winks. "I'm kidding, y'know how they get around here."

He comes forward and wraps his arms around the boy, then unlatches. Without Honoret Jr's support, you fall to the ground, so you watch as he holds his son's shoulders. "Your bad? What do you mean? I'm proud of you. So, so proud. You're the only one who could even—actually, wait."

He turns to face the cubicles. "Reapers of Thanatos & Co., guess who just caught the stray!"

The clicking stops.

Someone coughs. "You're joking, right?"

"Absolutely not. In fact, it's behind me, right now."

Chairs scoot on scratchy carpet as the reapers of Thanatos & Co. nearly jump out of their cubicles to see you. Forty reapers dressed in some manner of business attire speed walk in your direction. One pushes Honoret Jr. out of the way—his dad has to catch him before he falls on his face.

When they see you, they stop. They start staring at the air around you. They sniff like blood hounds.

After a pause, a reaper with large eyebrows turns to another, eyes wide. "I think... I can't... I literally..."

The other nods. "Same here. Reaper Honoret Sr. isn't lying."

The crowd murmurs in agreement.

A reaper with short pink hair raises his hand. When no one calls on him, he puts it down and mutters something about being new. "Wait, if Reaper Honoret Sr. found the stray, shouldn't we tell the Grand Reaper about it first?"

Once more, the crowd murmurs in agreement.

The eyebrow reaper stares at you—no, not at you. Into you. Like you're not even there. "Before that, we need to know who found it. Reaper Honoret Sr., did you find it? We need someone to congratulate."

He grins. "Nope! My son did." He shook his boy's shoulders.

The reaper raises a brow, then gives the blue-haired reaper a look. "Oh. Well, uhm, congratulations."

The crowd weakly claps. Good job... mhm... congratulations, Junior... and then they disperse back into their leather spin chairs.

Honoret Jr. turns to you and makes a face. "Sorry about that. Office drama. Can't escape it, even in this world."

He doesn't look like a reaper to you. No black cloak, no creepy aura, no skeleton fingers. Kind, colorful, couldn't be a reaper. Nope. Impossible. None of this is.

"You're not believing a lot of things, I know. The first few days are the hardest." He gifts you with another smile. "You'll get there, I promise. I'm here to help.

"Name's Edwin, by the way. You've been calling me Honoret Jr. and that just gives me middle school flashbacks. No thanks."

You can't even make a proper facial expression to react to that. You can't formulate words—or even walk without Edwin holding your hand. He's reading your thoughts, at least. You're basically a vegetable.

He shrugs. "Give it a few hours, Rosebud. The vegetable'll wear off. Your body's just adjusting to this plane. No shame."

You can't speak, so you just think of the word: thanks. My name is—

"Oh, I know what your name is. I've been searching for you for five millennia. I'd be a horrible reaper if I didn't know."

He extends a hand. "Speaking of vegetable and horrible reaper, I bet you're hungry. You're also naked. Let's fix that."

-

Reapers need to eat, surprisingly. Edwin leads you through a myriad of hallways with the exact same paintings and potted plants (this is disgustingly easy to get lost in, you think. Edwin agrees) until you reach the break room. It takes you an hour.

No one's in there except you two. Edwin gave you some of his clothes (kept in another room), so you're wearing a red fit with a black vest and a lime green beanie. He tried to offer his matching ski mask, but you managed to mentally shout "No!" before he put it away. You don't mind wearing his stuff, but you wonder what that could imply. Do reapers...? Actually, you don't wanna think about that.

The break room curves up into a sparkling, plastic chandelier. The rest of the room accommodates a fridge plastered in posters, a microwave, and a dirty coffee maker paired with beige countertops. A pile of paper plates and utensils decorates the left countertop, while a sink occupies the right end. Island tables take up the rest of the center, leaving room for vending machines in the back.

Edwin scrunches his nose. "Who's bummy ass forgot to wash the coffee pot? Ew." He examines it, then starts washing the dishes.

He looks back at you. "You can go raid the fridge. Just don't touch the lunch boxes or uh—bento boxes, I think. Those are Reaper Porter's, and he will get very mad if you touch his bento. I did that once, so he threw a fork at me then said I messed with his feng shui."

Edwin mutters something about unseasoned chicken as he continues scrubbing coffee stains.

You stand up. Your walk is wobbly at best, and you feel like a pile of jello—you're weak in the knees, like jello. But you're getting there. Its better than before. At some point in your hour-long journey to the break room, poor Edwin had to carry you. You felt bad, but at least he's strong. Maybe it's a reaper thing.

You stumble to the fridge. Posters and dates and schedules cover the surface, but you brush past them to find what truly matters: the food.

Reaper office food tastes just as bland as human office food. How sad.

You find that your body works just like it used to. You're hungry, you can feel pain, and you're starting to move. It's like you never died. And now you're in a huge office full of slightly-glowy people who call themselves Reapers and also can't sense you, which is a concept you still don't understand. Or maybe you didn't die? Maybe someone stirred some LSD in your drink? And this is all... a major... acid... trip...

You blink, then pinch yourself. Nope. You're 'swell.

Edwin pulls out a chair. "Now that we're done with the basics, Rosebud, we need to get you registered. You're a bit of a weird case, but you're not too too special. Just uncommon."

He pauses. "Well, actually, you might be a little more special than that. Just a tad."

You give him a look. Something builds in your throat.

"What the fuck?"

He giggles. "Those are your first words on this plane? I—"

"No, seriously. What. The. Fuck." You sound like a cheese grater but you don't care. "I literally have no idea what's going on. I died, I think, then I watched mankind die too as the Earth turned into dandelions, then you went inside of me and threw some pixie dust to make me come back again, suddenly I'm in a 90s sitcom office and I'm naked which literally no one told me about until everyone else saw me as bare as the day I was born and—"

Edwin pats your hand. "All right, all right, let it out, let it out. I'll explain everything. It's just really long." He rubs the back of his neck. "And we're kinda on a time crunch here."

"A time crunch. When it took us an hour just to get a snack."

"Yes, a time crunch. We have about two more hours to get you registered before you become tied to this plane. Then you'll have to become a reaper, like me, and you don't wanna become a reaper." He bites deeply into his peanut butter and banana sandwich. "Shit's hard."

"I can't even—"

"Mhm." He says through a mouthful of peanut butter. "I'm rellay sorreh you're goineh frough thif. I geh how you feel. Eferyone dehs."

He swallows. "We all started out alive. No one's been here since the beginning. Except for some of the seraphim, I guess. But the rest of us? We just humans the Master Creator decided to gift. You're not alone in this. I went through the same bullshit as you. I get it."

You bow your head down. Your thoughts are too jumbled to feel actual anger. "Thanks, Edwin."

"You honestly deserve better, but no problem." He stands up and wipes his hands on a napkin. "Imma clean up after myself, so you can get a head start. We do only have two hours." He yanks you out of the chair. Still chewing, you watch as Edwin shoves you out the break room.

"Wait—hold up—wh—I don't know where I'm supposed to—"

He grins. "You will! Your senses will guide you."

"What— more vague shi—" and the door slams.

[corbs-seavy]

See Through

Zion x Y/N

Warnings: nothing just Zion comforting you and kinda angst I think I guess swearing ?

You were standing in the bathroom mirror looking at your figure, You didn't like what you saw you hated what you saw, You thought your stomach was to big you thought that your cheeks were to big you just didn't like it, Then comments from Zions latest post of you "Zion could do so much better", "I don't even know why Zion is even with her smh", "She's not even that pretty", "she's so big", All these things rushing through your head you began to tear up, Then the front door opens from down stairs you didn't notice because you were to busy looking at your figure, then suddenly you hear Zion "Mamas I'm here" He calls from down stairs "Y/N" He runs up stairs "Baby, Baby were you at" He opens the door to see you in the mirror then he gets concerned when he sees your face, He walks in and wraps his arms around your waste "What's wrong mamas" "I don't know" You say, He says "What do you mean tell me baby" "I don't like the way my body looks I'm just not comfortable" "Oh well I think you fine like beautiful" "Z your just saying cuz your my boyfriend", He turns you around with his hands still on your waste " Baby I'm not just saying that ok everything say I to you I fucking mean it I meant that shit , your beautiful your fucking stunning no body could compare all these people saying shit don't mean nothing its just you and me baby, Your body is beautiful mamas don't ever forget that, Your curves amazing, Your face amazing, everything about you amazing I fucking love you Y/n", Zion had left you speech less all you could do was stare into his eyes, You kissed his lips "Thank you baby I really needed that" you smile " No worries baby id do anything to make you feel good" "Can we cuddle ? " you ask "Of course mamas" You and Zion cuddle "Love you baby" you say "I love you to Y/n".

Hey yall hope you like the new theme and i hope you have a great say/ night and I hope you enjoyed "<3 🤎🥺

[whosjunglejim4322]

Sloppy- Z.K (18+)

Very nsfw oops

Your knees aren't sore yet, thankfully, but it isn't because of your own self awareness.

In fact, your boyfriend, whom you're giving head to, had stopped you while his jeans were mid thigh just so he could slip a pillow underneath you.

Always so sweet, even when his dick is halfway down your throat, like it is now.

He uses one of his large hands to gently cup your jaw, and the other to grip the back of your neck as he looks down at the sight before him, watching his length dissapear behind your soft lips.

"Fuuuck, just like that baby-shit, gonna cum soon." He groans, thick thighs tensing underneath your fingertips as you grip onto him for leverage.

Then, you moan around him, and he twitches.

His hips begin to move with the rhythm of your mouth, and hand for what it's worth, considering it's almost impossible to fit all of him at once.

You can try though, and he fucking adores you for it. Truly, seeing you teary eyed and so fucking eager to make him feel good, it gives him butterflies.

You tap his thigh twice and his grip falters as you pause for air, small hand still wrapped around his thick length as you peer up at him through sodden lashes.

He reaches out to gently cup your face, wiping the corner of your mouth with his thumb.

"You're so fucking beautiful-oh, shit."

He barely has time to finish his sentence before your mouth is back on him, tongue swirling around his sensitive, rose colored tip.

"That fuckin' mouth is dangerous, mm." He groans, head thrown back and plump lips parted as if he has lost his breath for a moment. Seeing him so weak for you has heat pooling between your thighs.

"Gonna cum for me, daddy?"

Fuck. Fuck. You haven't used that before.

It's been talked about, but fuck, he didn't know hearing such a filthy word pass your pretty lips would have him melting underneath your touch.

"Fuck, yeah baby. Gonna swallow it all, hmm?"

You do.

[angellissy]

hugs & masterchefs

Thanks for your request @babygirlmil hope I made it justice. It was starting to get a bit long, so I had to stop lol. I am sorry if it sucks haha <3

Zion Kuwonu x Reader

She was sitting at a bar stool, legs swinging back and forth as she watched the boys in front of her. They were discussing something, she couldn’t really hear over the loud music they were blasting. Her fingers tapped at her thighs to the beat of the song that was echoing between the walls, she lightly hummed the lyrics as she continued watching the boys. One, in particular, was leaning against a wall while rolling his eyes every now and then. Clearly he was not that interested in whatever the other four were talking about. Her lips curved up in a smile when she noticed that his eyes had found hers, he gave her a small cheeky grin while mouthing something about the other boys being idiots. She stifled a laugh at that, shaking her head at him and mouthing that he needed to be more serious. He pretended to not see her when she did that.

Her thumb was moving over her screen at rapid speed, scrolling up and down over the countless pictures that adorned her Instagram for you page. She stopped for a bit when a certain picture caught her eye. He was grinning from ear to ear, his dreads hanging loosely around his head and he had one arm around her. Looking up at him, she was smiling as big as he was. She double-tapped the picture, it was a fan that had reposted the old picture, it was probably from around a year ago. She liked it though and was happy that she had countless more pictures of him with his arms draped around her body.

The music came to a stop and she looked up from her phone, only to see the boys lined up in front of the camera. Zion gave her a little wink before he turned his attention to the camera and everything the other boys were saying.

“So what is something you are looking for in the master, the master dish?” Brandon asked, her boyfriend just shrugged and said: “Look they are both going to suck, it depends on which one sucks a little less, you know what I am saying.” She rolled her eyes at that statement, but she couldn’t blame him either. She lived with all of them almost all the time, and a well-cooked and tasty meal was a rare find in that house.

She hopped off the barstool and made her way towards her boyfriend, now standing alone since the boys finally had landed in the kitchen, the camera following their every move. A small laugh escaped her lips as she watched Austin play with the knives. “Austin, stop you are going to poke an eye out.” She yelled at him, still not being able to hide the amused expression that clouded her features. The boy with long brown hair just shook his head at her while putting the knives down.

“He’s fucking crazy,” Zion mumbled as he draped his arms over her body and drew her closer, her back was now resting on his torso and she rested her head against his chest. “Well you all are, and you especially shouldn’t be saying nothing.” 

“Fuck off dude.” He let go of her body as he started walking towards the other boys, and she lightly slapped his arm. She hopped on the table and sat down, once again her legs were swinging back and forth. It was with big interest that she watched the chaos happening in the kitchen, Nick was muttering about how they already had lost due to their pan not working. “Nick, you are Italian so you better not let me down with that pasta.” He laughed a little at her words and lightly scratched the back of his head. “I’ll see what I can do y/n.” She furrowed her brows as she watched the dirty looks that Edwin and Brandon were giving her. “Yall got a stick up your ass or something? Why are you looking at me like that?” Both of them shrugged their shoulders lightly “You aren’t supposed to take sides.” “I am not taking sides Edwin, I might have said it out of pity for all you know.” He laughed a little at that, while Nick shouted a loud hey at her words. She watched Zion closely, he was talking about the importance of the noodles having good consistency. This made her snort because, that man could not care less of the consistency, as long as he could eat the food he would be happy. “You got something to say, mamas?” Zion asked while removing his attention from the camera towards her. Her shoes slammed against the ground as she hopped off the table and walked towards him, her arms snaked around his body and she rested her head against his chest, once again. “Nah, just that I love you.” He laughed a little at that but nevertheless hugged her closer to his body. “Y’all are disgusting,” Nick remarked as he watched them from behind the counter, a playful smirk on his lips. “Your food will be too if you stop concentrating.” She remarked, earning laughs from all the boys. A little later she found herself sitting in Zion’s lap, still watching the disaster that was unfolding right in front of her. Nick and Austin had disappeared while Brandon and Edwin were deadly concentrated on their pasta. She was just about to say something when the two lost boys found their way back into the kitchen before she even had time to comprehend what was happening, Austin was playing with knives again. He was pressing the blade towards his palm, and Zion was chanting “You sick sick fuck.” over and over again. “Austin stop, I don’t even know why I bother with you guys.” She muttered while covering her eyes, not wanting to witness whatever disaster that was just waiting to happen. Zion wrapped his arms around her body “You do it cause’ you love us.” The others nodded in agreement, which caused her to sigh even more. But it was true, she even loved them so much that she pretended to like their food while her boyfriend was roasting them like there was no tomorrow. 

[morningfears]

PRETTYMUCH Masterlist

Updated: January 1, 2020

NICK

Distraction | 3.2k Words [SMUT]

“I know you can be louder than that.” and “If you interrupt me one more time, I swear -“ “What? You gonna punish me?” Ft. Vaguely sub!Nick (but not really).

Cherry |. 3.3k Words [SMUT]

“#4 and #8 with nick maybe breeding kink only if you want” - “Don’t cover your mouth, I want to hear you.” + “Keep going. If you stop, I stop.” for anon. | Ft. Breeding kink (unprotected sex; be safe, kids), little bit of daddy kink, vaguely dom!Nick.

ZION

505 | 1.1k Words [SMUT]

Inspired by 505 by Arctic Monkeys and the line, “I know you can be louder than that.”

Nights Like This | 6.8k Words [SMUT]

Isabel’s never been one to let loose so she enlists the help of her neighbor, Zion, to help her with that. | Ft. Friends-to-lovers, smoking weed, a vague reference to kinks but not really. Also: the prompts, “Shut up.” “Why don’t you come over here and make me?” + “How stoned are you right now?” + “Do you mind chilling out with the weed? It’s coming through the vents and my parents are coming into town tomorrow and already have a lot to say about my life choices without thinking I’m smoking.” all requested by anons and “If you could stop laughing while I’m trying to go down on you, that’d be great,”

[portersfilms]

hesitate (z.k)

prompt: loosely based off the song ‘hesitate’ by jonas brothers

requested: uhh kinda, prompt given to me by @cnco-much *kinda got carried away with the single prompt, so i’m sorry if it’s not what you wanted but hope you like it nonetheless*

warnings: none

smoke hung in the air of his room as you lay on zion, your head rested on his lap, braids pulled up into an incredibly disheveled bun. the two of you scrolled on your phones, a blunt hanging in his free hand. you broke your stare on your phone to glance up at the boy, staring in admiration as he dragged a heavy breath in. your tongue darted out to your lips as he closed his eyes, allowing the smoke to escape his mouth as his eyes slowly opened. he dropped his chin to his chest, his eyes locking with yours, causing a hazy smile to spread across your lips.

‘hi’ you spoke softly, both of your eyes hooded as you held the glance. you watched as his gaze drifted from your eyes, to your lips and continued to float around your face, his lips parted slightly. you hummed in question, his eyes snapping back to yours.

‘i love you’ it was random, it was immediate and it was the first one. those three words were enough to sober you up as you sat up, subconsciously scooting down the bed. you smiled in disbelief, shaking your head slightly before taking your hair down, solely to put it back up. you laughed quietly to yourself, wrapped a chunk of braids around the rubber band to finish it off, now rubbing your hands down your thighs.

‘you’re kidding’ you shrugged, seeming as if you were trying to convince yourself of his actions. your reaction in itself caused him to sit up against the headboard and rub his eyes harshly, forcing himself to sober up. he furrowed his eyebrows, leaning towards you, one hand suspended in the air in surrender. his other hand came down to rest on your knee, his hand cool against your rising body heat.

‘hey,’ you kept your head down, continuing to shake your head until he lifted his hand off your knee to grip your chin carefully. your eyes stayed down but he continued to talk to you. ‘i’m not kidding, and you don’t have to say it back’ he dipped his head lower to lock eyes once more, ‘you don’t have to say it back, and that’s okay’ you bit your tongue, confused as he explained, the words seeming foreign linked together. 

you raised your head, eyes still slightly watery from the high and you relaxed, leaning forward to rest your head on his shoulder. you sighed softly as his hand came to brace the back of your neck, drifting down to your back at times. 

‘i can’t say it back’ you mumbled, taking note of how he didn’t pause, he didn’t tense up, but just placed a kiss on your neck before shrugging. 

‘and that’s all good, don’t be scared’ he pulled away from you, music still playing quietly as he leaned in to press a chaste kiss on your lips, both of you smiling softly. ‘aye’ his trademark smirk toyed on his lips, his dimples poking out, ‘i’m on your side’. you both left it at that, simply laying back down as he turned trippie up, head banging as he rolled one more. 

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a few months passed, the two of you still committed, but you were still scared. scared of not knowing whether he would get tired of saying those words with no response more than a shy smile or kiss. the two of you were back in his head, the credits of inside out playing on his computer. he had an arm thrown around your shoulder and he glanced down as he felt you shaking slightly, laughing loudly as tears fell down your face. you rolled your eyes and slapped his chest, causing him to recoil, bracing his hands to protect himself. 

‘bruh chill!’ he laughed, spazzing out slightly as he did so. you sloppily wiped at your cheeks with his sweatshirt sleeve that hung off your hands, pushing your body into his. 

‘leave me alone’ you groaned, ‘he just wanted riley to go to the moon.’ you pouted, crossing your arms with a huff. he looked down at you, rolling his eyes before wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into him. you stuck your head out in the opposite direction, stifiling a laugh as he huffed and stood off the bed completely. you turned to face where he stood at the end of the bed, letting out a yell s he tackled you into the bed. he showered kisses into your face, pulling helpless laughs out of you as you shuffled under his hold. you attempted to stop laughing as he hovered above you, the corners of his mouth turning up. you searched his eyes, he shifted so he rested on his forearms, his face right above yours as your hands ran up and down his sides. 

your smile got softer as he laughed giddily above you, a smug look on his face, knowing he had won the little battle you had. you swallowed, blinking slowly before smiling back at him as he rested his lips on your forehead. 

‘i love you’ you held a laugh back as he froze, his lips still on your skin. he looked down at you after pulling back, pushing his nose against yours. 

‘say it again’ you smiled, biting your bottom lip softly. you laughed loudly as he rolled over, pulling you on top of him. you grabbed the sides of the his face squeezing his cheeks together, smiling as his lips popped out. you kissed his puckered lips pulling back to look him directly in the eyes. 

‘i love you caleb’ he smiled toothily, leaning up to meet your lips again. you two laid together another disney movie playing, but you couldn’t care less, sharing quiet ‘i love you’s’ as you drifted off. 

[pinkchanelbag-moved]

sad ass music prompts :(

for marvel and prettymuch!

the one - jorja smith

unravel me - sabrina claudio

pretty thoughts - alina baraz

none of your concern - jhene aiko

nights - frank ocean

drunk dialing...LODT - summer walker

places we won’t walk - bruno major

blessed - daniel caesar

don’t watch me cry - jorja smith

thinkin bout you - frank ocean

session 32 - summer walker

at last - etta james

you - jacquees

fate - H.E.R.

transform - daniel caesar

my baby just cares for me - usher

love is stronger than pride - amber mark

if you let me - sinead harnett

death & taxes - daniel caesar

fill the void - amir obe

[flowerbeanz]

Zion and Mia are siblings. Zion doesn’t want to be called pretty

[cals-sunflower]

Prettybrunch (N.M)

You woke up to loud music and screaming. You get up, do your morning routine, put fuzzy socks on and walked downstairs to see what all the noise is about. You were dressed in Nick’s sweatpants and one of his shirts. You absolutely loved taking your boyfriend’s clothes to sleep in being that you guys have been together for 3 years. You finally make it downstairs to see the boys jumping and dancing in front of the phone, and cooking breakfast too. Zion was the first to see you.

“Look what the cat dragged in! Mara your boo is here”, Zion said. You rolled your eyes and walked to your boyfriend. He gladly put his arms around you and kissed your forehead.

“Good morning my love. You look good in my clothes”, He compliments you.

“My clothes now”, you said to him and stuck your tongue out at him.

“Aye watch yourself”, he joked. You winked at him and laughed.

“Y/n, the beanz wanna see you!”, Austin said. You walked over to the camera looking like a hot mess.

“Hi guys! Sorry I look like a hot mess. I love you guys with all my heart but imma get out the camera”, you blew a kiss and stepped outta frame.

“Nick wife her up before I do”

“That was an adorable speech🥺”

“Nick you picked the right girl”

“I love you y/n !!”

You started to help cooking breakfast with Maggie. Being that you two were the only girlfriends there. The boys were in their own little world.

“I’m so happy to not deal with these man children alone”, Maggie said. You both looked each other and laughed.

“At least they got us to not burn the house down”, you replied. You and Maggie finally got done after 30 minutes. The meal was pancakes, eggs, bacon and toast.

“Guys look at what the girls made”, Zion said and flipped the camera to the food on the plates.

“I knew my girl could cook”, Nick said while he playfully slapped your butt.

“Mara, you are on thin ice sir. There are children”, you said.

“Plus nobody wants to see your kink”, Brandon says. Maggie slapped Brandon’s arm and you blush.

“Ooo y’all see that blush??”

“And i opp”

“We been knew they was kinky, you could just tell”

“Lmao I’m weak”

You guys sit down to eat together while still on the live. And then the conversation of your 4 year anniversary came up.

“Yeah, what are you guys doing”, Edwin questioned. You look at Nick and then looked back at Edwin.

“I’m not sure, I thought we were just gonna go out to dinner”, you said.

“I actually have a surprise for you and hope you say yes”, Nick started to say

“Let me go get it. Be right back”, he finished. Everyone looked confused as to what was going on. After 5 minutes, Nick came back holding something behind his back.

“So we’ve been together for three years and I know everything about you. From when you have a bad day and feel like crying to when you’re very happy about something. My family adores you”, he let out a nervous chuckle.

“Nick, what’s wrong? You’re making me nervous”, you said. The other boys got up and started singing Eyes off you.

“Umm you make me so happy every single day. I know for sure I wanna wake up to that smile for the rest of my life. We’ve had talks about having kids and to me you’d be the perfect person to have my kids”, Nick said. You were starting to tear up.

“He’s gonna ask her to marry him!!”

“Nick is making my heart soft”

“Their love is so amazing”

“I love you so much. From that goofy ass personality to just everything about you. I knew I had found my forever the moment you came to the party we threw”, he continues.

“Nick you’re making me cry”, you laughed. He took one hand and wiped your tears. He gets down on one knee.

“Will you make me the happiest person alive and become Mrs. Mara?”, he questioned and opened the ring box.

“Yes!”, you cried. He put the ring on your finger and hugged you while you cried.

“Yesss the moment we’ve been waiting for!”

“Y/n Mara, I love it”

“I’m finna cry”

“This called me single in so many ways”

The other boys and Maggie was clapping. Some taking picture and some just smiling at you two.

“Nick, you proposed to me while I’m in your sweatpants and shirt. Plus I look like a mess”, you cried some more from being so happy.

“That’s the perfect time to ask you to be my wife”, he kissed your head. After everyone calmed down, you guys got off of live and went to the rooms. You and Nick layed down on his bed and just talked to each other.

“I’m so happy, you said yes. I was so nervous”, Nick said. You laughed at him and looked at him like he was dumb.

“Babe, I love you too much for me to ever say no. You make me happy and I’d love to spend the rest of my life with you”, you said.

“Well I love you Mrs. Mara”, Nick said.

“And I love you Mr. Mara”, you kissed him gently.

-After taking a nap-

Everyone decided to go bowling since it was about 4 pm. So it was the whole 360 fam. You dressed in a red turtleneck, black shorts, and white air forces. Putting your hair into a ponytail with a cute black scrunchie. You walked downstairs to see all the boys are ready.

“Nick, your wife takes too long”, Zion said. Your heart flutters because it doesn’t even feel real that your now Nick’s fiancé and not his girlfriend.

“Aye don’t listen to him. You look gorgeous by the way ma”, he grabbed your hand and smiled.

“Thank you Mara, you don’t look bad yourself”, you winked. You guys get into the car and meet up with the crew at the bowling alley. So after getting three different lanes next to each other, you guys got set up to play.

“Baby let me see your ring!!”, Haley exclaimed. You blushed and showed her the diamond that graced your finger.

“Mans is getting married”, Neaviah faked cried.

“Congratulations love”, Izzy hugged you. Everyone had said their congratulations and the games started.

It was finally your turn after Izzy had went. You grab your ball and walked up there confidently. Nick took out his phone and started recording you.

“Okay lets go wifey, don’t let me down!”, he yelled. You laughed and threw your ball down the lane. You managed to hit all the pins down and turned around with your arms up smiling.

“YO THATS MY WIFE”, Nick zoomed in on your face.

“Nicholas Carter Mara, stop it”, you laughed. He posted the video on his insta story and blew you a kiss.

After bowling for at least 4 hours, you guys all decided to go to in and out because why not?

“I’m so happy for you guys really”, Edwin said.

“Thank you Eddy! I love you”, you said. You’ve always called Edwin your brother from another mother. You two were basically twins. Everyone went into there own conversations and Nick poked you.

“Hi”, he laughed like a little kid.

“Hi Nick”, you replied.

“I love you”, he said.

“I love you”, you smiled. He pulled your face to his and kissed you.

[peachymara]

drunk voicemails- Nick Mara

I’m sure someone has written something similar, so creds to you but I wanted to write something of my own & add it to the mix! enjoy!

You and Nick had always been close. Best friend kinda close for a while now. You’ve been there for him though it all. The fame, the girls, the breakups. You were his number one and he was yours.

Since the band had formed and their following grew, everyone started talking about the two of you. Whether it be comments on each other’s instagrams, pictures posted of the two of you or you happening to be in the background of some story at one of their house parties, it all began to blow up.

You knew how you felt and for some time now, you were simply in love with your best friend. He was your go to, the one you went to for anything and everything. You couldn’t possibly think he could ever feel the same, until tonight.

The boys had invited you to join them on a night out, celebrating the release of their new ep. Considering the fact you had huge exams coming up the next couple days, you decided it was better off you stay in and get some work done, well so you thought.

Your phone rang, a call from Nick read on your phone. Stopping your work for a minute, you picked up the phone expecting nothing but a normal conversation with Nick about all the possible things you could be missing out on this particular night.

‘Y/N!!’ Nick yelled over the loud music, ‘our ep made it onto the charts! We’re doing it babe. We’re doing big things’, he smiled over the phone. It wasn’t unlike the two of you to call each other pet names, it was almost normal after all these years of friendship. ‘Congrats baby!! I’m so proud of you, you really have no idea’

The two of you talked for a little before letting him go, knowing you had some serious studying to do before the big week ahead of you. Finals after finals, each day and a prettymuch show to end your week. You couldn’t be more happy for Nick, he truly deserved the world and more. The amount of hard work and dedication he put in for these fans, this music, seriously had you swept of your feet and he had no idea, as you believed.

After hours upon hours working, you decided to call it a night and started getting ready for bed before phone calls, followed by hundreds of texts and Snapchat’s from Nick started blowing up your phone. You picked up, wondering what this boy could possibly be so eager to tell you now. You answered the call, noticing Nick was a little off. He was totally slurring his words and you knew he was not entirely there so you hung up, told him to enjoy his night off and hopped onto the couch, turning on a movie.

Hours had passed and the movie was finally over, so you decided to check your phone. Six voicemails, five from Nick and one from Edwin.

‘Hey baby, I just wanna say uh-, we made it onto the charts!’

‘Y/N, I wish you were here with us right now, well uh, with me, but I know you uhm- have to study’

‘Babe, look, I uh- don’t want to distract you but well, ya I guess I wish you were here with us! Love you!’

‘I want, I want uhm. You know what never mind’

‘Y/N babe, fuck I-‘

‘Listen. I want to be more than friends with you Y/N. I’m over this ‘best friend’ thing. I want to make you mine. I- uh, it’s just that this ‘just friends’ thing is not enough for me anymore’

Read all of Nick’s voicemails.

Edwin then left one;

‘Hey Y/N! I know you’re at home studying but Nick won’t stop going on about something how he has to be at your apartment, with you right now so we’re bringing him over. We’ll sort him out for you’

You then texted Ed back, letting him know it was alright to let Nick stay the night here, rather wanting to know he’s alright than not hearing from him again until the morning.

You had no idea what to expect from Nick the second Edwin and the rest of the boys brought him in so, you got your spare room ready for him, trash can and all.

5 minutes later, and Nick and Edwin were at the door, Nick’s arm slung over Ed’s shoulder. You both helped him into bed as you walked Edwin back to the door.

‘So, uh did you hear the messages he left me?’ You questioned Ed, bringing your hand to your face. ‘Yeah. Well I, I didn’t drink anything tonight. Someone had to be sober to make sure these kids did nothing too stupid’ he nervously laughed. ‘If you need me to take him back to ours, it’s totally fi-‘ ‘No Edwin, I got him. Just get the others back safe’ you laughed, ‘I got this one’, you smiled, hugging Edwin goodbye before heading back into the bedroom.

‘Hey Nicky boy. You going to be alright in here? Let me know if you need anything’ you said before making your way to the door. ‘Y/N’, he groaned, ‘I need you’. You sighed, ‘Nick, I’ve seen you drunk so many times, what’s so different this time?’ ‘It’s just, it’s just I don’t know. I love you’

‘I love you too Nick. You know that, you’re my b-‘

‘Don’t say best friend. Please. I want, no I need more than that babe’ he said, sitting up and grabbing your arm.

‘I can’t do this best friend thing anymore baby. It’s not me. I know you don’t feel the same but I want more. I don’t want to be just your ‘best frie-‘

You quickly cut him off with a kiss, crashing your lips onto his.

‘Don’t say it then’ you smiled, pulling away.

‘Whether or not your my best friend or something more, you need sleep. You have a big weekend coming up!’, you laughed, tucking him into the covers.

‘Stay then. Stay with me Y/N’

You nod, joining him in bed. Snuggling into his chest, he placed a kiss to the top of your head. ‘Goodnight ma’ he grinned, before drifting off to sleep. You smiled to yourself. He was a mess and you loved every bit of it.

[beanzybrandon]

ABSOLUTE CHAOS WITH PRETTYMUCH (Walmart Ver.)

• the boys are wild enough as is so things are bound to get worse when it's obscenely late at night and their minds and bodies aren't quite synced • like, the day has been long and they know that they should sleep but their minds are racing and it's prettymuch (hehe) straight adrenaline coursing through their veins • when they're by themselves it really isn't that much of an issue and it probably makes them more productive than usual, but when you throw them all in the same room, one of three things happen • ‎they're either collectively more productive and churn out a surprising amount of work, they're as cracked out as they come and prettymuch (sksks) destroy the house, or some combination of the two • ‎tonight its the second option • ‎you showed up around eight for a movie marathon, and as the night progressed things got more and more chaotic • ‎obscene amounts of caffeine and sugar had been consumed, and by the time you got around to the third movie in your list, it had been noted that you guys had run out of snacks • ‎and what kind of movie marathon doesn't have quality snacks? • ‎an absolute trash marathon, that's what kind • ‎you had offered to run to the store on your own to buy some more, but the boys were quick to interject, stating that you wouldn't be able to get everything that everyone wanted • ‎before you had the opportunity to point out that you cOULD if you made a list, everyone was getting up and growing on their jackets and shoes, filing out to the car • ‎let's just say that the drive to the store was not an easy one. how do out get six people from point a to point b in a vehicle that can really only comfortably fit four or five people? magic, that's how • ‎given the tight fit, you figured it would be best to stop at the nearest store • ‎which just so happened to be walmart • ‎things were fine enough at first. everyone had taken off in separate directions so that they could find their favorite snacks, and it truly seemed as if you'd be able to get in and out without issue • ‎it wasn't long before this notion fell flat on its face, though • ‎you were in the chip aisle, silently mulling over what you wanted when something rather large and oddly shaped moved in your peripheral • ‎you turned to see what it was but saw nothing. when you turned back to the array of chips that lay before you, you saw that same strange object passed once more • ‎when you turned this time, you kept tour gaze forces on the end of the aisle, determined to see whatever it was that passing by • ‎ sure enough, the strange object passed by again mere moments later you were surprised to see that it wasn't, in fact, some strange machine or some sort of monster, but a shopping cart filled with humans • ‎and by humans, I mean zion and edwin • ‎you know that vine where that dude is pushing his friends around in the shopping cart?? the one where they're mimicking the infamous titanic pose while "my heart will go on" plays in the background? • ‎yeah, that's exactly what's going on here.  Austin is pushing them around and singing very loudly and very off key • the real kicker?‎ • zion was rose in this situation • ‎you chased after them, frantically whisper yelling for them to get out of the cart. cameras were everywhere and getting thrown out of walmart at 2:30 wasn't on your list of things to do • ‎it went without saying that they weren't exactly complying with your wishes • ‎in fact, they ran from you. • ‎zion and edwin sat, shifting about so both of their bodies kind of fit in the basket. austin was nearly sprinting at this point, laughing through labored breaths • ‎it wasn't until they went to turn the corner at the end of the aisle that they stopped • ‎and even then it wasn't by choice • ‎when they moved to go down the next aisle, austin clipped a small piece of metal that protruded from one of the shelves. it was an easily correctable mistake, but the combined weight of zion and edwin had shifted to the left and forced the handle of the cart out of austin's grasp. • ‎it hit the ground with a thud so loud that you were sure everyone within a twenty aisle radius had heard it. • ‎the boys didn't stick around for long, scrambling off the minute they gained their footing to avoid your wrath. • ‎you stopped near the frozen foods, doubling over as you tried to catch your breath. a familiar voice caught your attention, and before you knew it you were off again, trying to find one of your - hopefully behaving - friends • ‎your hopes were dashed rather quickly • ‎you had come to conclude that the voice you heard belonged to brandon, but it began to fade rather quickly • ‎hoping to talk to him, you followed the sound, eventually finding yourself in the clothing section • he went quiet, and you were afraid that you had lost him until you heard some suspicious rustling and the slap of clothing hitting the floor • ‎you silently inched closer, peaking between racks to see what was going on • ‎it was brandon, sure enough • ‎what was he doing, you ask? • ‎redressing some of the mannequins • ‎let's just say it's a good thing he decided to do music and not fashion. • he had just stripped one the mannequins and was now beginning to redress it, pulling different items from nearby sections. • he attempted to had slipped a pair of shorts that were easily four sizes too small up its legs. they didn't even come close to fitting. • brandon had also tried throwing a flannel on the oversized doll that stood before him, but something had gone seriously wrong, and the arms of the mannequin slipped out of place and down the sleeves, making them look horrendously long • a nightmare on wheels, man. • or heels, rather. he must have stopped in the shoe section before making his way over here because the mannequin was sporting some neck-breaking heels. well...one heel the other was a flat •  the heel was strappy and blue, by all means, a very cute shoe the other shoes, a flat, was far too large and looked like something his grandmother would wear • it was so large, in fact, that the only thing keeping it in place was the fact that the mannequins foot was slightly curved at the toe. • to complete the look, he had opened a wig (from where he had got it, you would never know) and had placed it on the mannequins head, a large cowboy hat resting on top of the matty red locks. • brandon stood back, hands on his hips as he admired his work •  "beautiful." • "absolutely stunning," you snickered • he whirled to face you, eyes blowing wide. a slightly embarrassed flush dusted itself across his cheeks. • "how long have you been here?" • "long enough." • wanting to avoid any more awkwardness, he slowly backed away. when there was a sufficient amount of distance between the two of you, he turned and booked it. • at this point, you could only imagine where nick was and what he was doing • honestly, you didn't even want to question it • you shook your head, making your way back toward the front of the store so that you could pay for the snacks you had managed to grab and go wait in the car • you had almost made it to the registers when the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps reached your ears • before you could do so much as turn and see who was coming up behind you, you were being picked up and thrown over someones' shoulder, snacks hitting the floor • you went to scream, but nick's voice rang out before you could, setting you somewhat at ease. • "come on, we need your help with something." • "with what?" • "something." • that alone was enough to have your anxiety kicking into overdrive again • he carried you to the front of the store and, given that you were so close to the doors, you assumed he was going to carry you back out to the door • it became apparent very quickly that this was nOT the case. • he stopped just short of the doors, depositing you in the basket of the electric carts housed near them. • you immediately went to climb out, but one of your belt loops had snagged on something and had rendered you immobile • nick made himself comfortable on the seat, pretending to rev the cart up. • he was zooming off in no time, weaving through foot traffic as he made his way toward the camping section • the rest of the boys had already collected there, two more carts resting nearby. they were chatting amongst themselves as they looked through the fishing gear • after a bit of deliberation, several rods were picked out. given that you were still unable to get out of the cart, nick had to pick one out for you. • after handing it over, he returned to his seat • the others partnered up, brandon and edwin climbing in their respective cart baskets while zion and austin sat down and got to driving. • you, of course, still had no idea what the heck was going on but saw no reason to complain • this wasn't the weirdest thing that had happened tonight, after all • the six of you drove up and down nearby isles, getting a feel for everything that was there • when it felt as if you had a pretty good idea of what was there and where it was, the real fun began • the boys began to "fish" for things, judging one another on who managed to bring in the best haul (or knock over the most stuff because there weren't real hooks on the end of the lines and it was surprisingly difficult to grab anything with the plastic ones that they had found) • figuring this was the least chaotic thing that had happened thus far (and you had done a lot more observing than participating) you figured you might as well join in • the six of you continued on like this for nearly fifteen minutes, screaming as you tried to haul things over the shelves and into the car. • by the time security got over to you guys, the aisles were littered with various boxes and odd items (clothing, accessories, decorations, stuffed animals...you name it, it was on the floor) • seeing the officer coming down the aisle, you all scrambled • you were still stuck though...so zion practically had to yank you out of the cart and then sprint out of the store with you balanced precariously in his arms • you all piled breathlessly back into the car, silence falling over the six of you • after a few moments, you all burst out laughing, the intensity of it making your stomach hurt and your eyes begin to water • the trek back home was shirt yet fun, full of jokes and you poking fun at one another • when you finally got back to the house, you all trekked back inside and collapsed onto the couches, feeling significantly less energized than you had at the store • you grabbed the television remote, ready to pick up where you had left off in your marathon • then it hit you • "did anyone manage to grab some snacks?" • "no..." came austin's timid response • "should we go back?" brandon chimed • "do you think they'd ever let any of us step foot in there again?" edwin snorted • "....no...." • "we'll just postmates something," zion said simply, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "what do y'all want?' • when you finally agreed on what to buy and the food and been delivered, you fell back into your movie, relishing in one another's company as you half-watched what was playing

[angellissy]

cameos & tickle fights

So I was inspired by the cameo my dear friend Keri got yesterday, I don’t know why I got inspired from that but I just got happy because she got happy lol. So keri if you are reading, this is basically Zion x Keri reader @darkrosekuwonu

Zion Kuwonu x Reader

She was laying in his bed, her face was nuzzled in his white sheets while a soft blanket was draped over her body. The soft tones of music echoed between the walls, he had turned the volume down the last time he went in to check on her. The sound of paws hitting the wooden floor made hade her eyes flutter open, and she stifled a yawn while turning to look at the clock that sat on the bedside table. Noticing the time, she sat up straight making the blanket fall down on the little creature lying beside the bed. “Oh, sorry bout’ that Simba.” She quickly grabbed the blanket before he even had the time to start making a fuss. He just looked up at her with those big eyes, watching her every move closely as she started to make the bed. A small laugh escaped her mouth as she watched him, “Why are you so stinking cute?” His tail started to wiggle at that which made her smile even brighter. Her hands ran through his thick fur and she made a mental note to book a haircut appointment, he almost looked like a small bear with that much hair. They played for a while, Simba being ecstatic about all the attention now that she was finally awake after two hours. The sound of a familiar voice talking made her stand up and leave the bedroom behind her, curious to know who her boyfriend was talking to. He was leaned back on the sofa, a big smile on display as he held his phone in front of his face. She stood in the doorway, playing with the sleeves of her shirt as she waited for him to finish whatever he was doing. “Okay, I love u too, bye.” He waved at the camera and then put the phone down. “Should I be worried?” She walked up to him and threw herself down on the couch, leaning into his embrace. “Nah mamas, I have been doing these cameos for the beanz, it is pretty fire actually.” She giggled a little bit at him which made him pout at her. His hands grabbed her hips and before she even had time to react, she was lying under him and his warm breath was tickling her neck. “Z, I swear if you do what I think you are going to do.-” But she didn’t even have time to finish the sentence before his hands had moved to the side of her stomach, making a loud shriek leave her lips. Her body protested under him, she was flinging her limbs around and eventually, both of them fell towards the floor, landing with a big thump. He flipped them around so that she was lying on top of him, both of them laughing so much that it was hard to get air into their lungs. “Sorry ma’, didn’t know you would go full-on hulk on me.” She lightly slapped his chest which made his dimpled smile grow even bigger. She climbed off him and sat back on the sofa, pushing her legs out in order to hinder him from getting close to her again. His dreads flew around as he shook his head at her, mumbling something about how dramatic her ass was. She grabbed the tv controller and started watching some shitty show while he continued to those cameos. As her head rested lightly on the armrest, she felt her eyelids growing heavy. But she was not about to fall asleep again, so she forced her eyes to stay open, occasionally glancing over at her boyfriend. She watched the series of tattoos that stretched over his arms, once again she felt herself become in awe of how beautiful he was. She sometimes forgot how lucky she was, but it was during times like these that she remembered. After a little while, she snuggled up closer to him, breathing in the smell of cologne and smoke. “Whatchu doing mamas?” His voice was a bit raspy from all the cameos he had been doing, and she adored it. “I just wanna cuddle that’s all, besides I’ve been hearing you say I love you to other people for thirty minutes now.” He chuckled at that and drew her closer using his right arm. “I love you too.” She shivered a bit at his words, even more so when he leaned down and let his lips touch hers.

[angelicarreaga]

Jello | Z.K

Request:  I love your writing you’re bomb af, could you do a Zion imagine where you’re real good friends and you both flirt all the time and try to make the other real jello ;) all the time and he sees you grinding on some guy and gets real mad and it ends with some smutty shit? ;*

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Slight smut I guess but it’s not well written LOL I didn’t go all out because it was already long but if you want a part 2 that’s just smutty I can MAYBE try writing it

A/n: I know I usually write these as blurbs but I wanted this one to be a little longer so I’m posting it as a “full” imagine! I like this one a lot but I’m not very good at writing full on smut so it’s more just suggestive than anything but I hope you still like it!! :) 

Your friendship with Zion was probably one of the most complicated ones you’ve ever had in your life. Since you guys met each other, there was an instant connection, and the constant flirting convinced the other boys that you were going to end up together.

They would always tease Zion, saying how he’s whipped for you or how he needs to grow a pair and ask you out. On your side, you were always flirting back, with subtle teasing and smiles that drove him crazy.

The weird part was, neither of you ever said anything. Even though you knew you had feelings for Zion, you often tried to deny the fact that they were even there at all. It was a constant game of trying to talk yourself out of it. You didn’t know if it was out of fear, but it was.

With this strange friendship came along a lot of jealousy, and it was almost like an unspoken game that both of you were always making the other jealous, knowing they couldn’t really be angry. Although neither of you ever got into serious relationships, you still both felt a hint of jealousy when the other would flirt or have a fling with someone else.

Tonight there was a party at the house for Edwin’s birthday, and you were in your room getting ready before everyone started showing up.

You had finished your hair and makeup and stood by your closet, flipping through everything trying to look for something to wear. Your eyes landed on the red dress you remembered wearing a little while ago, specifically one Zion said he loved on you.

You smirked to yourself as you pulled it off the hanger, sliding it onto you and adjusting it in the mirror, feeling satisfied with how you looked.

You made your way to the boys’ house early since they wanted your help setting up and just wanted to see you early, so you happily agreed.

You turned the door handle, knowing it was unlocked and let yourself in, calling for the boys just to let them know it was you that had walked in.

“In the kitchen!” Edwin called, and you kicked off your shoes and held them in your hand as you scurried over to the kitchen, finding all of the boys surrounding the table with snacks sprawled out everywhere.

Zion looked up at you quickly, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of you, but he averted his gaze when he realized that you noticed.

“We’re eating good tonight I see,” you commented, walking over to them and examining the contents on the table.

“We wanna feed them the good shit,” Brandon nodded.

“I brought you a present, Ed,” you smiled, handing over the gift bag you had brought with you, “but I don’t want you to open it yet.”

“You didn’t have to get me a present,” he grinned as he walked over to you and enveloped you in a huge hug.

“I wanted to,” you smiled, ruffling his hair slightly.

You walked out to the living room, trying to move the furniture around so that it would be spacious enough for people to stand, dance and sit wherever they pleased.

“Edwin did you get decorations I wanna go all out,” you laughed, calling back to him.

As Edwin was shouting his reply, Zion walked in holding a bunch of balloons, and they surrounded him as he passed you some, asking you where you should put them.

You spread them out in the room, feeling Zion’s eyes follow you every time you moved.

“Who you trying to impress tonight?” he asked suddenly, making you turn back from where you were standing to face him, noticing a playful sparkle in his eye that he often had when he spoke to you.

“No one in particular,” you shrugged, looking down at what you were wearing as if you had forgotten.

“Oh yeah?” he teased, taking a step closer to you. You were able to smell his cologne and feel his warm breath on you because of his proximity, and your breath caught for a moment before composing yourself.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, “what? Think you’re special?”

“Not at all,” he smirked.

“Good,” you smiled, walking out of the room, smiling to yourself as you felt his eyes on you again.

The party was in full swing, almost everyone who was coming had already shown up except for a select few that decided to come super late.

Everyone had been drinking, and the music blared throughout the house, everyone laughing, dancing and having a good time together.

You usually weren’t one for house parties, but thankfully because Edwin was hosting, you knew most of the people who were there, which made you slightly more comfortable. You were feeling tipsy, but had not yet crossed that line, you weren’t planning on getting plastered, you knew you would have to be the mom for the night to the boys anyway.

You stood with Brandon and Nick, dancing stupidly to the loud music that was playing, both of them much more drunk than you were, but you found it amusing. As you danced with them, you looked over to Zion, who was standing with a beautiful girl. Your heart sped up at the sight but you quickly looked back at the boys in front of you, knowing you had no reason or right to be jealous.

“I’m gonna go grab another drink,” you said loudly to the boys so they could hear you over the music, and you earned a thumbs up from Brandon before you started making your way back to the kitchen.

“Why is Edwin so popular,” you whispered to yourself as you slithered your way through the piles of people, passing Zion on your way there, trying not to let your eyes linger on him for too long.

You sat at the island for a moment, sighing slightly due to the relief you felt from being off your feet. The heels you had put on were starting to take a toll on you.

Your eyes scanned the room, noting everyone around you, listening in on some conversations. You mingled there for a while and once you were finished your drink, you decided to head back to where everyone was dancing.

As you were walking to Brandon and Nick someone stopped you. You took in his tan skin and full lips as you looked up at him, his smile charming. You knew you had seen him before, but you couldn’t remember a name for the life of you.

“Wanna dance?” he offered.

You were going to turn him down, but when you glanced over your shoulder and saw Zion’s hands on another girls waist, you turned back with a grin, nodding your head enthusiastically.

The boy smiled sweetly at you, taking your hand and guiding you through the pile of writhing bodies, all pushing and bumping against each other as they danced and sang along to a song you didn’t recognize, but liked anyway.

You began trying to move your body to the rhythm of the music, the boy in front of you doing the same. You felt slightly self conscious, but not uncomfortable. You loved dancing, and he didn’t seem super creepy, so you were fine.

When he placed a hand on your waist and pulled you closer, you didn’t decline, taking a step closer and putting a hand on his shoulder as you continued swaying your hips back and forth, just enjoying the casual moment.

He took your hand and twirled you around, making you laugh as he ended up behind you, his hands still firmly grasping your hips as you danced, words not being spoken between the two of you since the music was too loud.

You were able to see Zion now, who had his gaze fixed on you until your eyes met him, making him turn away quickly like he did earlier that day. He didn’t want to show that he cared. He didn’t want you to know he felt something burning up inside him when he saw you with another guy, his hands roaming your body.

You started grinding against him, moving your body against his as he did the same back to you, and you laughed at the moment, knowing it was nothing serious.

You still weren’t super drunk, but the room was spinning slightly, making everything more amusing than it should have been.

You made a point to grind against the guy more, occasionally glancing over at Zion to see if he was looking, which he was. For a fleeting second you felt bad for using this boy to make Zion jealous, but he was still having fun without knowing that.

The song ended and you laughed, turning back to face the boy and thanking him for the dance.

“That was fun,” you smiled to him.

“It was, maybe save me another before the end of the night?” he asked, his eyes quickly sweeping over your figure before coming back to meet your eyes.

“Maybe,” you smiled before walking away from him, approaching Zion but passing him as if you didn’t even notice he was there. You knew that always got to him.

You felt a hand grab your arm lightly, and when you turned around you saw it was Zion, his eyebrows furrowed together as he looked at you, not saying a word for a few moments.

“What?” you asked, waiting for him to say something instead of just stare at you.

“What the hell was that?” he asked loudly, referring to what he just witnessed on the “dance floor”.

“What the hell was what?” you questioned, acting oblivious even though you knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Grinding with some dude you don’t even know!” he exclaimed, “Y/n he could have been a creep or like try to follow you home or something.”

“I’m staying here tonight anyway,” you shrugged, ignoring the rest of his comment.

“That’s not the point!” he said, throwing his hands up, “I don’t want grimy dudes touching you like that it’s gross.”

“Why do you care, Zion?” you asked, lifting an eyebrow as you took a step closer to him, a playful smirk starting to form on your face.

“Fuck outta here,” he said, throwing his head back as he let out a laugh, not wanting to admit that he was jealous. He tried to play it off as looking out for you, but you knew the real reason he brought it up to you.

One of your favorite songs came on and you jumped excitedly, dancing subtly in front of him.

“Are you....jealous?” you said quietly.

“Not even a little,” he lied, watching you dance, admiring the way your body moved in the dress you were wearing. 

“So you mean, you weren’t mad when I was doing this?” you teased, turning around and pushing your butt up to Zion, moving it around to the beat of the song that was playing.

“Not at all,” he replied, trying to be stubborn. He tried not to touch you, but eventually couldn’t help himself, his hands grazing up your body and landing on your hips, bringing them closer to him. 

You smiled to yourself, knowing you had won as you continued dancing with him, eventually turning around to face him, putting your hands on his shoulders as you both swayed to the music.

“You sure you weren’t jealous?” you teased.

“Y/n you can do what you want I’m not jealous,” he persisted, his voice totally unconvincing. 

You moved your hand from his shoulder down his torso, landing on his crotch as you started palming him through the jeans he was wearing, making his let out a loud gasp since he wasn’t expecting it.

“Would you be mad if I did that to someone else?” you whispered into his ear, making his hair on his neck stand up.

“No,” he lied, and at this point he knew that you knew he was lying, he was just keeping it up for show. He tried not to show that he liked what you were doing, but when he let out a slight moan, he knew you wouldn’t let that down.

“Wanna go to your room?” you asked, moving your hand away, taking his large hand in yours.

“Yeah let’s do that,” he nodded, “to talk?”

“To talk,” you winked, walking to the staircase that led to his bedroom. You heard Brandon hollering behind you, making you roll your eyes as you continued. 

You shut the door behind you, pushing Zion towards his bed where he sat down, looking up at you as you stood in front of him. His eyes scanned your face and body again, admiring how good you looked.

You hands found his shoulders again as you straddled him, your hands going down his torso as you grinded against him slightly, making his breathing heavier.

“You look so good in that dress,” he said, his hands going up and down your body, eventually resting on your thighs that he gripped tightly. “But I think you would look better with it off.”

“Oh yeah?” you teased, your lips making their way to his neck, lingering there before moving up to his jaw, making his head fall back.

His hand reached behind you, fiddling with the zipper of your dress before pulling it down, making you smile at him.

You played with the bottom of his shirt, putting your hands under it momentarily before pulling it off him, your eyes lingering on his body.

“Like what you see?” he asked, kissing your collarbones as he gently moved the dress of your shoulder, starting to pull it down.

“Maybe,” you teased, moving down to his pants.

You both stood up, him removing his jeans as you kicked off the dress that was still resting on your bottom half.

Zion laid you on the bed, hovering over you as he kissed down your body, making you shiver slightly. You couldn’t believe this was happening.

“I really want to kiss you,” he muttered as he looked at your lips.

“So do it,” you urged,  pulling him down closer as you attached your lips to his, his mouth immediately opening, your mouths and tongues moving together as you felt the heat of his body against yours.

He pulled away from you, grinning at you as he continued kissing down your body, nipping slightly at your boobs and then your inner thighs, making you gasp unexpectedly.

As his lips moved down your hips, his finger lightly touched you over your panties, and you looked down at him as he smiled suggestively.

He moved his finger in circles on your clit, making you moan slightly at the feeling of friction. Your hips bucked up, wanting more as he chuckled at how you finally melted into his fingertips, something he never thought would happen.

He finally pulled down your underwear, and you felt his warm breath as he didn’t touch you, making you want him even more.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long,” he said to you, his hands running down your bare legs.

“Give me all you got, Kuwonu,” you smirked, “but I don’t know how much longer I can wait so hurry.”

He laughed at you before finally giving you what you were ready to beg for.

[portersfilms]

admire (z.k)

prompt: “falling in love with you wasn’t a part of my life plan, but i don’t regret that i did’ 

requested: no. i’m just soft and i wrote this in class today

warnings: fluff fluff fluff

you tied your braids up, the ponytail brushing uncomfortably across your bare back. daniel caesar played softly through the bathroom as you washed your face, being alerted as zion walked in singing quietly. you fell back in love with him as your eyes drifted across his shape. he sported only a pair of sweats which he let hang low on his waist. you ducked your head down, rinsing your face before catching a towel that zion aimed at you with a small laugh. you patted your face dry, opening your eyes as you felt arms snake their way around your waist, pulling you back. you stumbled back two paces before your body was flush against his chest. the silk of your bralette cooled his chest down, his eyes falling half closed as his hand splayed flat across your stomach. you looked at him in the mirror only to see him not looking back at you, instead he was looking down at you, his eyes tracing your face from above. you let your head fall back, hitting his chest as he placed his cheek on the top of your head. he finally looked into the mirror, your eyes connecting as your face heated up. 

you pulled one of his hands off your stomach, laughing under your breath as he whined. ‘so i try to show you love and this is what you pull’ you shook your head as you walked out of the room, popping your head into the room to pucker your lips at him before you dodged back out. he ambled to the doorway watching as you carefully made your way through the cluttered room. he bit the inside of your cheek, a smile playing on his lips as you pulled one of his prettymuch sweatshirts on, allowing you to be swallowed by the fabric. 

you let out a grunt as you threw yourself onto the bed, rolling over to the wall before burrowing under the blanket. he turned the light off, the dull glow from the lights that lined your headboard lit his way to the bed where he climbed in quietly. he smiled at you as you moved closer to him, looking up at him through your eyelashes. he lifted his arm, inviting you into his hold, sighing as you moved to him, resting your head on his chest. you moved one of your legs in between his and picked up one of his hands to toy with his fingers, a habit you picked up as a child. your eyes started to shut as he rubbed circles into your bicep, switching between scratching lightly across the surface and rubbing shapes. he looked down at you, smiling sweetly as you dropped his hand into his chest, your own hand resting on him. you smiled as he spoke up, your brain barely registering what he spoke as you fell further asleep. 

‘falling in love with you wasn’t a part of my life plan’ his voice was raspy, spreading chills down your back. he picked your hand up, your fingers intertwining subconsciously as he feathered kisses across your knuckles. his eyes traced your face, your lips parted slightly, your breath hitting his chest. he took in your high cheekbones where your eyelashes rested atop. he watched as your eyebrows furrowed and you nuzzled further into his chest before he placed a kiss on the top of your forehead. ‘but i don’t regret it’ 

[fatebringsyouhome]

Summer Fling | Nick Mara x Reader

A/n: ok I’m gonna ask for a little bit of willing suspension of disbelief bc in this fic the boys are going on tour in September, okay? thanks.

You told him from the start that whatever you guys have is over when you leave for school in the fall. He agreed to this, mainly because him and his band are going on tour a couple of weeks after you leave anyway. 

But slowly, he fell harder and deeper for you. The first time he realized he was falling for you was the day you went to the beach with him and the boys. It was getting the in the evening, and the sun was setting on the water when he asked you to take a walk with him. You agreed, taking his outstretched hand and using it to pull yourself up. You’re both quiet as you walk hand in hand along the beach, just listening to the waves crash on the beach. Nick stops, pulling you into his chest as you both stare out over the water. The sinking sun casts a golden glow onto your skin, and your eyes shine brightly against your pink cheeks. A soft smile forms on his lips, and he swears that’s the first moment he knew that he could love you.

A few weeks later, he catches himself watching you, as you lay on his bed reading your book. His eyes take in your relaxed form, his fingers still resting on his guitar. He can feel those three words bubbling up in his chest, threatening to explode out of his lips, but he pushes them back down. He goes back to his guitar, shaking his head at himself. 

Later that night, as you lay on his chest sound asleep, he studies your face; memorizing every freckle and mark on your skin, trying to ingrain your image into his mind. He shifts a little, trying not to wake you as he turns off the light to go to sleep. He pulls you close to his chest, kissing the top of your head before closing his eyes.

“Goodnight gorgeous. I love you.” He whispers, bravery coming from your closed eyes and steady breathing. 

You fight to keep your breathing steady as your mind races. His shifting had woken you slightly, but those words falling from his lips had you fully awake now. You lay there for a bit, mind still racing as you try and decide what to do. You’re leaving in a couple of weeks, regardless of anyone’s feelings. You tilt your head upwards, taking in the sight of Nick sleeping peacefully, and you sigh as you make your decision silently.

You start to distance yourself slowly, making up excuses as to why you couldn’t come over that day, or just straight up ignoring the boys for a little bit, knowing if you open their texts you’ll end up over at their house, wrapped in Nick’s arms. Over the fourteen days before you leave, you see the boys a handful of times, chalking it up to trying to prepare for a semester away. You had to pack up your entire apartment and ship it out, and that was the main excuse you used to get out of seeing the boys. 

Nick still picks you up the morning that you’re leaving, and drives you to the airport. You’re quiet and sleepy, just listening to Nick sing along with the radio, enjoying the feeling of his warm hand on your thigh. He walks you to your gate, and you turn around as you approach the sign, facing Nick.

“I guess this is it.” You say softly, and he reaches out to take your hand. You pull it away, shaking your head. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be.” 

“It doesn’t have to be hard. Just don’t say it.” You bite your lip, shaking your head again.

“I have to. I had a really great summer with you, but it’s time for me to go. You knew this would happen.” Your voice is soft, and he sighs, running a hand through his hair. Over the intercom you hear them calling for your flight to board, and you grab your suitcase, a sad smile on your lips.

“Have fun on tour.” You say as you turn around, fighting the urge to say the three words he said to you two weeks ago. You want to turn around and wave, to give him some sign that you still care about him, but you know if you turn around you will lose all resolve. So you push forward, lip quivering as you hold back the tears and board your plane. 

He watches you walk away with your head held high, wondering how in the hell you could leave so easily. He turns around and walks out of the airport, looking back every time he thinks he hears your voice calling his name. It’s never actually you, though, and every time he swears his heart breaks just a little bit more. 

The car ride back to the house is quiet, no music coming from the speakers, just his thoughts playing back memories of you two together, your laughs mingling as he teases you. He enters the house to find all of the other boys in the living room, and they all look up at him expectantly. He shakes his head, plopping down on a chair, dropping his head into his hands. 

“I knew she would leave, I just didn’t know she’d be so okay with it.” His tone is sad, and he lets out a sigh, brushing off all of the consoling words the boys offer him. 

[flowerbeanz]

Nick Mara and Mia Are Secretly Dating.