access all areas — 10. Zilla Fatu [Winter Prompts]
A/N: i was battling between making this either Jey or Zilla inspired…and I decided to risk it lol s/o tiktok for putting me on again yet I’m still learning him lol 🩵
PROMPT IS FROM HERE + HERE & I’m using: 27. confessing a crush when it's snowing. DIALOGUE PROMPTS —“It's just a wish, I know wishes don't come true." // "Who told you that?"
WARNINGS: This is a shorty fluff! absolutely the language! Suggestive themes & Zilla being Zilla? Whatever that means 😉
<- if you’re bored or open to reading something else cute read my previous floppy flop anthology prompt here.
“You calm down yet?” Is the first thing you say to the brooding man, sliding the door shut behind you as you step out onto the deck.
He sucks his teeth in response, not taking his glare from the approaching evening view, elbows resting along the banister, “Don’t come over here wit that mane.”
You laugh, squeezing the collar of your fur jacket tighter around your neck while you took a spot beside him, “Or what? You gonna cuss me out too? Everybody knew what they were doing sending me out here to deal with your ass.”
Zilla rolls his dark eyes up to the sky.
He knows there were plenty of options that could have had the task of talking to him: Jacob who knew Zilla pretty well and always tried to coach him into having a level head but after that shit he just pulled with Solo at his log cabin? That man was ready to toss Zilla out on his ass himself! Then there was Jimmy who usually tried to see everyone’s POV and that he did when it came to Zilla and Solo’s everlasting beef, Jey (who was currently tipsy) no longer had patience for Zilla’s mouth and as much as the twenty-five year old loved to be at functions with Jey, when they got into disagreements it always had the potential to go extremely left (their tempers combined was insane work) between the two however they could always squash it at the end of the day, and even Roman who was just getting the chance to really know the youngest member, was witnessing it all and open to figuring out where Zilla’s head was at—since they were all in their twenties once before.
Ultimately you stepped up (with light pushing from the other ladies, mainly Ava and Jey) to make sure Zilla was alright after he and Solo almost threw hands. It was all going so well, everyone was having a good time until the competitive sides egos came out.
“And how’s that? You not getting me to sit around the campfire and singing songs with that mutha—
“Alright, relax.” You interrupt with your hand held up, “How is it that I’m cool with your own blood and you’re not?”
Zilla muttered, “Maybe that’s part of the problem too.”
You tilt your head to the side, “What?”
“Let’s not act like I didn’t see him tryin’ to push up on you.”
You’re frowning now.
You and Solo been friends long before you met Zilla. At first you didn’t think he was even open getting to know you because you had ties with Sikoa but eventually Zilla pulled his head out of his ass, apologized for being an asshole for awhile, and you two were able to turn over a new leaf. There were no doubts that the both of you heavily got on each other’s nerves—Virgo men—but somehow there was always love there.
“It’s not like that.” You sigh, “Never has been and I don’t know why I have to sound like a damn broken record for you to get it.” You snap, leaning on your own elbow, and pressing another hand into your hip.
He blinks, “Does he know that?”
“I’m not doin’ this with you, Isayah.” You exasperate, “I came out here to check on your well-being, not you focusing on non-existent problems. Especially when you’re still out here entertaining other bitches like a dog in heat.”
It’s Zilla’s turn to furrow his brows.
“I dunno where that’s comin’ from but I’ll bite, say what’s on your mind then, ma.”
Shrugging your shoulders, you peek down at your acrylics as if that was more important, “…I’m just saying you’re using whatever you can find—something as ridiculous as Solo being into me, as an excuse to whoop his ass at any given time, is funny when your phones been going off from your little groupies since you got here.”
“Ah,” Zilla leans back and points, “You keepin’ tabs on me? How sweet.”
“Shut up, ain’t nobody thinking about you.”
Zilla smirks, “I mean…it’s coo if you are.”
“Me when I’m trying to deflect.”
“I’m not.” Zilla laughs a little, “I don’t gotta lie to you. There’s been a few that I’ve been talkin’ to but it’s never gone any further…cause I’m waiting on your ass, surprisingly.”
From the corner of your eye you spot flakes starting to glide down from the sky. The deck suddenly feels warm compared to the frigid air that first greeted you and almost made you want to crawl back inside.
“Huh?” Is all you can get out.
Zilla mocks you, “Huh? You heard me.”
“So…” you kick at the air awkwardly now, “I guess this is the part where I confess I’m feelin’ you too.”
He nods, “I thought that shit was obvious way back when I was hittin’ it right on Halloween with my hands around your throat?”
Instantly you smack his arm, making him laugh and lick his lips. “I didn’t need a refresher, thank you!”
“I dunno I thought your ass might of forgot,” Zilla turns to fully face you now, “I certainly didn’t.”
And there he goes giving you that taunting stare, that could make one with the most fear in their heart, quiver in place.
Reaching a ring finger out to the man, he breaks eye contact for a moment and reaches his own hand out to interlock with yours. It’s instant static but it’s brief because he’s tugging you right into his embrace. You melt into his frame, his arms locking around you just right as you gently sway side to side in the cold evening. Of course one hand that isn’t wrapped around your shoulders, slides down to hold your backside that’s buried beneath your fur jacket—knowing he would much rather get a real feel—you laugh to yourself.
“Can’t help yourself, can you?”
“I mean…you just said you’re down to be mine, no?”
“I don’t know if I said all that.” You pull back to glance down at his lips, a smile playing on your own glossed ones.
He closes one eye pretending to think about it, “You kinda did admitting your truth to me, girl. Don’t act brand new.”
“That’s all you!” You go to shove him with a laugh, that he mirrors, “Actin’ all fool over you know who when he’s just a friend and whomever is in your phone, you need to dead that by the way.”
“Yes ma’am.” He agrees, “Can I get some love now?”
“Are my hugs not enough?”
“Yeah sure, you smell divine and look even better but I’m really trying to see what you taste like.”
Oh?!
“I thought you didn’t forget.”
“Of my other girl, nah.” He shifts his eyes down your frame, making you gasp, ready to smack him again, “Sweeter than any cherry pie I’ve ever eaten.”
“You don’t like cherry pie.”
He shrugs as if it’s obvious, “You’re my exclusive.”
Shaking your head, you’re not sure what exactly you were going to do with this man but you turn to get a better view of the snow that started to come down harder now. Like a young child, you go to the banister to gaze up at the pretty fluffs that demanded to be seen.
You feel the weight of Zilla’s arms lock around you now, which makes you lean back against him, enjoying his warmth—despite the fact that he was only outside in a hoodie—which you didn’t want to hear a thing about when he caught a cold—and the touch of his lips against your neck.
“…Whatchu wish for?” He asks after a moment, noticing that your eyes were closed as soon as you spotted a star that flew through the sky.
If you blinked you might have missed it.
You’ve always been into shooting stars and the galaxies and shit. Zilla could be a yapper himself but he remembers a late night session after your first and only time together, that y’all got into a conversation of the unknown.
Granted you may or may not have been under the influence that Halloween night but those thoughts still occurred even without.
Lightly turning your head against his collarbone, you realized you’ve been caught, “It's just a wish, I know wishes don't come true."
Zilla frowns, “Who told you that?”
“It’s silly.” Your attempt to persuade him to drop it would be ignored.
Zilla scoffs, “It was me wasn’t it? You don’t gotta be shy about it…plus I actually like hearing what’s on your mind if we’re being honest.” He taps at your temple gently.
You can’t help but to beam at him, “Aw, aren’t you cute!”
Zilla rolls his eyes at you slightly squealing, “Don’t start.”
“Want a kiss?”
“Hell yeah…New Years about to come early.” He returns the grin, licking his lips as you spin to wrap one arm over his shoulders, the other goes to lightly scratch at the back of his head just how he liked, foreheads touching, noses brushing against each other, as you breathe each other in just before Zilla makes the move to place his lips right on yours.
He still knew how to make your toes curl just with one kiss.
“I love yo ass.” Zilla admits, once he catches his breath, an ounce of fear shining through his own dark eyes for a moment before he easily masked it.
A smile that reaches your own eyes speaks before you do, “I know.”
Zilla throws his head back in annoyance, “Forreal? This what you on?”
You nod playfully, “Can’t give you too much access can I?”
“Access?” Zilla repeats with a glance from underneath his lashes, “We been passed that, don’t you think, baby?”
Humming you move to rest both hands on his chest, “I would say you’re right and the feeling is mutual but that might get to your head.” You tease.
Zilla rubs at his face, laughing to himself, “Oh aight, bet. Imma get it out of you though, just you wait.”
“I don’t doubt it.” You wink, pulling the sides of his hood forward more as a brisk chill full of snow glided by you two, and then you toss your leg up over his hip.
Zilla doesn’t hesitate to grip your clothed flesh, his gaze darkening as you lightly bite your bottom lip, “Yeah, I think you’re asking for trouble as if you don’t know that I’m about it any time and anywhere. That hot tub cover is calling our names.”
You peek around his frame, leaning a bit to see the covered tub up ahead and that was enough of a hint into Zilla’s mind.
“Ayo! Y’all better be clothed out here!” Jey calls out, peering through his fingers and lets out a sigh of relief, “Zil, your time out is over! Bring your asses back in here, we about to fire up: den of thieves.”
Zilla groans as he says back over his shoulder to his older cousin, “Man, why your drunk ass gotta be so loud for?! Can’t you see we’re busy?”
“Well get un-busy! I’m sure you will find some other time to get nasty at some point while we’re all here…and you’re welcome by the way!” Jey sends the two a grin before leaving the door open, letting you two know that this wasn’t up for debate.
Watching action movies was part of the family gathering, along with a lot of shit talking and over talking that definitely pissed a few off that we’re trying to get into the storyline. You and Solo were part of the few that hated excessive talking so you just hoped the snacks were good.
Placing a lingering kiss on an irritated Zilla, you savored his lips, which turned a scowl into a smile, then you intertwined your fingers, dragging him back into the cabin full of chaos.
