#prettymuch drabble

[sadgurllayha]

Quarantine Routine- Brandon.A

A/N- ok so it’s been forever since I’ve written but I’m ready to start again, and these is for @babievelez​, who asked for a fluffy Brandon quarantine Drabble! I’m super excited and sorry it’s not long but hope you enjoy

Word Count- 2K

Song Rec- 

Lately there’s been no alarms, no dreary eyes, no scrambled mind trying to see as the light blinds you, there’s only been... peace. It’s been about 6 months since this whole Mrs.Rona pandemic, made everyone have to hunker down at-home. You giggle sleepy to yourself as you roll over and meet Brandons matted curls. Since your really not allowed to go anywhere, you’ve been blessed to wake up to this gorgeous man everyday.

To keep things... como se diece... spicy, you guys switch in-between your apartment and the PM house. For the past week, you’ve been sleeping at yours, opting for a little more privacy. Glancing at your phone you notice that if you get up now you’ll have time to make breakfast, no it’s 10 so brunch! Rolling over, you quietly slip on some socks to create a barrier between your warm piggies, and the harsh wood. 

Shuffling over to the bathroom you grimace at the even harsher lights. Dying to see, you wash up and pop in your contacts. Normally you and B do skincare together but you don’t have the time to wait for him. Walking out the bathroom with more pep in your step than before, you freeze as you see the grown man size divot in your bed is empty.

Tiptoeing to the kitchen you turn the corner and smile brightly seeing that you two had the same idea. Every morning you liked to open up the windows to let the breeze and warm air flow through, it always made everyday things see seem so much more... scenic. And this is a moment where you thank god, that your two paths crossed and you could have this man in  your life. Sneaking up behind him, you could hear him softly humming the lyrics

Ohhhhhh who could’ve thought I’d get youuuuuu ouuuu

who yeah, who yeah babe,

And I’ll take some time, just to be thankful

That I’ve had days full of you, you

And when it whines down in to , the memories

It’s all just memories ahhhhhhh

Pushing your front into his back you softly swayed and harmonized

Don’t you love when I come around, 

Build you up then I’ll take u downnnn, 

Spinning himself around, Brandon gently cradles your face and breathlessly kisses you, 

Mornin’ Love...

[austinp0rt3r]

Haircut • Austin Porter (Drabble)

PLOT: Austin decides to cut his hair on his own. Y/N knew it was a bad idea.

Warnings: cussing ? once ?

One more strand and I'm done.

No matter how many times Austin repeated that to himself, he never felt as if his hair was short enough. His fingers were already getting tired of holding the scissors up and his arm couldn't hold itself up anymore. He still had to cut half of it.

The idea of cutting his hair had been running around his mind for a while now, but he never got himself to do it. Today was the day, and it would have been fine if he had just gone to a barber's shop as everyone does, or at least had called a friend to do it. But no, Austin thought he was capable of "using scissors on himself" (he totally was not, by the way.), and now he was regretting his stupid choice of doing it alone.

He was listening to one of his songs, Teacher, while he tried to fix what he had done. And when the "I can make you feel like Tinashe" part came on, he snarkly said that he did not feel like Tinashe at all. Which was a hundred percent understandable.

Once he realised he wouldn't be able to finish cutting his hair on his own, he decided to call his girlfriend for help.

Around twenty minutes later, Y/N arrived to his house with two hamburguers and a smile on her face, which immediately faded when she saw her boyfriend.

"What the fuck happened to you?" She asked with a disgusted expression on her face.

Austin felt really bad when he saw how she looked at him, so he looked down to the floor. As soon as Y/N realised that the boy was about to cry, she quickly got a hold of the instruments she needed to fix that boy's hair, and got to work.

When she was done, she handed over a mirror to Austin and waited for a reaction. He timidly raised the plastic thing and grinned after he saw his reflection. His hair was normal-looking and he couldn't be more thankful.

"I don't know what I'd do without you" Austin commented while kissing Y/N.

"You'd probably have no hair."

"Oh, shut up!"

[cutelangie]

intoxicating - austin porter

drabble, in which brandons particularly affectionate best friend visits, and he convinces a love struck austin to cuddle with her

“Just go man, I’ve know Y/n all my life and I promise you, it’s not gonna be weird.”

“See this is why I don’t tell you about my crushes. I tell you I have a crush on one girl and you’re insisting I go randomly cuddle with her while she’s in the middle of a nap.”

Austin took another weary look at the pretty girl resting on the couch. She was snuggled up in a plush pink blanket she had brought from home, sweet snores emitting from her strawberry lips. That girl could melt his heart, this he was sure of. She did it on a daily basis and slowly but surely, Austin Dale Porter was losing his mind over her.

Brandon continued on with their hushed conversation, careful not to wake her, “Austin I’m telling you. The girl is the softest angel-sweetheart-princess whatever! She loves cuddling, she asks me to cuddle all the time, she won’t be freaked out if you cuddle her. I know it seems weird but Y/n’s just a girl that loves that kind of affection, even if its platonic. Which is exactly why she wont automatically assume that you have this mammoth crush on her, she’ll just think you’re trying to help her feel at home or something.” He continued to urge the nervous boy. Austin adored you, sure, but he wasn’t the most confident of men. He didn’t think he was the most attractive, or funny, or even the nicest.

Austin had had a crush on you since Brandon introduced you to the group in the bands early days. You were just so kind and funny, and there was never any drama around you. Everything was just good times and positive vibes. He loved it, being around you made him feel good. Not to mention you both shared a lot of the same interests.

A couple of weeks after tour had ended, Brandon annouced that you were coming to stay with the boys for a week or two. This was surprising to Austin but he quickly became ecstatic. Lurking on your instagram didn’t do much to satisy the crush he had on you, he longed to see you in person.

And here you were now, taking a quiet nap on the couch while Brandon tried to convince him that you’d be fine with some random guy cuddling you in your sleep.

“Austin your not just some random guy to her, she’s known you for awhile now too. I promise you dude, this is the perfect way to get things started with her. Her waking up to you is more than likely going to get her to start seeing you in that way if you know what I mean.”

The fake blonde inhaled slowly, eyes trained on you. Should he take Brandon’s advice? He did know you better than anyone, and as much as Austin’s insecurities loved to sabotage him, he did know that you were a very affection person by nature. You probably wouldn’t be that alarmed to find one of your friends cuddling with you.

His voice was quiet as a mouse, mainly due to the fact that he was losing motivation to go through with this ever since he decided to go through with this eight seconds ago, but if anyone asked he would just tell them it was because he didn’t wanna wake you. “Ok, ok. You’re right. I wanna be with her, and I have to get her eyes on me somehow.”

Brandon smiled a smile adorned with pride. “That’s right! Go get ‘em, Porter!”

Even his steps were shy and meek as he traveled towards you. Upon reaching the couch he turned back in hopes of receiving more encouragement from Brandon, only to find him already gone. Again, his drive withered, but still he kept his eyes on the prize. That prize being you. He couldn’t help but smile in fondness at watching you sleep up close. He was sure he sounded like a stalker but he couldn’t help it. You were the cutest thing God had ever blessed this earth with. A cheesy, shy grin split his face.

Austin quietly pressed himself onto the couch next to you, moving himself under the blankets to get comfortable. Immediately, your scent bombarded him. Vanilla and honey, an intoxicating combination. Fitting for the intoxicating girl that laid before him.

He was reserved with the idea of actually touching you, thinking that he’d rather play it safe so he didn’t scare you away. But then, you did something that swelled his heart.

You wiggled around admist your slumber, tired whines falling from your pouty lips. Next thing the poor guy knows, you’ve bundled your head into his chest, your arms instinctively came out to hug his frame. It was bewitching, and when you nuzzled him further and let out a content sigh, a sleepy smile gracing your lips, Austin knew he was done for. You had absolutely killed the boy, his heart swelled up enough to choke him. And all you had to do was sleep!

[sadgurllayha]

Stuck With Me- Edwin. H

A/N: First off I want to apologize to @ssaro​ because she requested this like 4 MONTHS AGO AND IM SO SORY I JUST SUGDISDHJO! But yeahh I’m back now so i thought I’d put this out to get my juices flowing again. It’s not that great but i tried! Hope you enjoy!!!

Word Count: 1.8K

Song Rec:(Ok so I used the song Stuck with You by Timeflies in the fic but I also thought of the one Ari’s one soo it doesn't matter which one you listen to.)

You and Edwin are a mess. Now that mostly worked out in your favor, but this was not one of those times. Currently, you where stuck in the bathroom, arms covered in baby blue hair dye. Ok, so basically you split dyed your hair and half is blue. So Edwin, being Edwin, just HAD to twin with you. Except your in a pandemic. And last time you both checked going to the hairdresser was not an essential. Therefore you, being the amazing girlfriend that you are, told him you would try. Keyword, TRY! 

“Baby” Edwin giggles out, “just, just put it down” he tumbles out amongst the sound of his laughter. 

“No I can do it! The bottle..” looking down you took a moment to look at the scene in front of you.

“Open up the shades, sun is on the way Come over here and lay, what are you afraid of?”

The sun was streaming in through the bathroom window and it cast a soft, heavenly glow across Edwin’s face. His lip’s where plump and luscious, and red stain spreading across them from biting back laughter. His smile was the most breathtaking thing that you had seen. Pulling you closer he nuzzled his head into your chest and wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“Expressions on your face easily explain You're worried about the fame, I won't let it change us”

From the start of your relationship it’s always been like this. You both are so comfortable and raw, there’s no need to hide anything.  Pulling his head from underneath your jaw, you study him again. 

“What is it love?” edwin slurred the day finally catching up with him. 

“Nothing, I just want this forever.. I feel at peace with you and with myself, I don’t want this to ever end..”

Finally standing up, he backs you to the bathroom sink and cages you in. Leaning down, he places a heavy kiss and pulls you in. Slowly parting with deep sighs you rest your foreheads together....

'Cause baby, you are stuck You are stuck with me.....

[cutelangie]

beautiful - zion kuwonu

requested by anon

“Ooh! H&M, let’s go there!” Zion watched your eyes light up as you spotted your favorite store. He beared his teeth in a smile of fondness, wordlessly trailing behind you while swinging enterwined hands.

It had been a long couple of months since your tall and goofy boyfriend had last seen you. The minute he had gotten off tour it was date night galore. Zion was not ready for this ambush of love and affection you had planned.

Currently, it was his third day back and you two had decided to go shopping. While browsing, you spotted H&M, and Zion held onto you loosely with googly eyes as you browsed the store’s selection of jeans.

“Ooh! Baby, these would be cute right?” You asked, dangling a hanger with a pair of cute high waisted pants.

“Anything is cute on you, babes. You wanna go model it for me?”

He was hugging you from behind and you may have not been able to see him, but you felt the playful smirk on his face. Nonetheless, you took the jeans and strutted off to the dressrooms. Zion followed behind you effusively.

Upon picking a suitable dressing room, you all but had to shove Zion away. The playful man had tried to follow you in but his advances made you blush like a middle schooler and you insisted he sit on the waiting chairs outside.

You undressed yourself quickly with a knowing smile and unhooked the fitted pants from their hanger. You were dragging the stylish cloth up your legs when you realized the unusual and uncomfortable tightness around your thighs. You eyes almost bulged out of your head in shock, these were your size. Did you put on some weight these last few weeks? Determined, you hopped and jiggled around and hoped for the best.

Zion could hear small grunts emitting from the changing room, all the way from his place outside the door. His eyebrows furrowed, “Baby what kind of fun are you having in there without me?” Zion quickly jumped up, he wasn’t sure what was going on but his young male brain connected the noises to something dirty, which he most definitely wanted in on.

“I’m not having any fun at all. These stupid jeans won’t fit my tornado thighs!” You whined out.

Zions response to that was quick, “Hey hey, you better watch how you talk about my babies. Those thighs are my favorite, I better not hear you talk about ‘em like that again.”

A deep frown of disappointment was etched on your face. “I appreciate it babe, but you’re only saying that. There’s nothing attractive about my thunder thighs. Or my chubby tummy.” You said, suddenly noticing the small pudgy area by your stomach.

Zion was startled, disgusted. He took full offense to all the bullshit you were currently spewing. “Oh that’s it. We’re gonna have to square up. First, you’re gonna disrespect all of my favorite parts of your beautiful body, and then you’re gonna tell me I’m ‘just saying that’?”

You couldn’t help but giggle, finally putting your own clothes back on and exiting the room to face your perfect boyfriend. “Thank you baby, I love you.” Your voice was small, you were slightly embarrassed. Your boyfriend had more respect and love for your body than you did, it seems.

Zion snuck his hands around your waist and pulled you tight against him. Small, sweet, and minty kisses were peppered around your face.

“Y/n, on a serious note, I love every little part of you. I love your thighs and your stomach and your arms and everything else you have to offer. You don’t have to thank me for loving you.”

“I do have to thank you for reminding me to love my own body though.”

“No you don’t. I’m your boyfriend. I’m supposed to set straight anyone that disrespects your beauty, and that includes you babygirl.”

You tilted your head to look Zion in the eyes. You smiled at him with love and gratitude. How could a man be so wonderful?

I hoped you liked it anon, thanks for requesting!

[cutelangie]

on my way - nick mara

requested by @ysl--baby

Every time we do this, it's the same thing (I'm trying) I know when we fight we'll be fine by the morning You storm out the house, yeah, you're done here (And I'm sorry) I just let you leave, let you go, on some dumb shit

“Nick this is the third time we’ve had this same argument this week! I’m tired of telling you the same thing over and over again. I’m tired of coming to you with my feelings and having you ignore them and do the same shit the next day!”

Nick stared at the wall dejectedly, remembering the days before. He remembered your words that were thick with pain. The lonely look in your warm brown eyes wouldn’t stop torturing him. You were right, you came to him about his actions that were hurting you multiple times, and every time he apologized but went back to his ways the next day. He was a liar. He was a bad lover.

On the soft oak table rested the boys phone, dinging with notification after notification. He didn’t even want to look anymore. Videos of you at God knows who’s party where flying around the internet. You weren’t doing anything incriminating, you weren’t that kind of girl, but your body in that dress was sin in itself. Nick let the cold hard truth hit him that all of the Adams and Eves at that party would be trying to get at his forbidden fruit. But who could he blame but himself? He hurt you, he knew it, he never tried to change, and he let you storm out that door with tears in your eyes. ‘Damn. Sometimes it just seems like all the mistakes in the world are mine to make.’ He thought, dejectedly.

All I can think about is All I can think about is Some guy trying to pull you close Thinking he might take you home All I can think about is All I can think about is You

The longer he stared at the walls the longer he was tortured with the idea of strange hands wandering your body at that party. Even with disgraceful tears staining his face, his lips curled into a snarl. ‘Do I even deserve to be mad? Do I even have a place to feel protective over her? Is she still mine to protect? And if she isn’t, did she make that decision? Or was I the one that foolishly made the choice, through my passive actions?’ Actions that would cost him his relationship with you. The loss of, reminding him how much he valued it. Nick rolled his eyes at his own self, ‘You’re such an idiot. You couldn’t have realized this before she left?’

I know my girl's in another club (club) with somebody else Girl, there's nobody else I know I’m late but I’m on my way, yeah On my way, yeah I know my girl's in another club, (oh) 'cause I f-ked it up Girl, let me pick you up I know I’m late but I’m on my way yeah On my way yeah

Nick picked his chin up for the first time since you stormed out, taking his heart with you, and looked at the clock. 11:46 pm. 

Would he let this night pass into morning without you in his arms? In his life, for that matter? Nick subconsciously looked back at the beautiful relationship you two shared.

He thought about when he first saw you. And how he thought you were the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen, how you made his hands clam up and had him tripping over his own words. He thought about the first time you guys spent the night with each other. How you cuddled into his chest like it was the only safe place left in the world. He thought about how much you loved him and took care of him, how you made him feel like he was needed. How you made him feel like his purpose on this earth was to give you the world at your feet. Nick couldn’t let that go. If he let you go he’d be a dead man at his own hands.

With a mission in mind, his eyes turned hard. You don’t let a good woman go, you know this Mara. You don’t let your woman go. He stormed out the house with the same fierceness you held earlier, and jumped into the car. You told him over and over again, and he let you down each and every time. Maybe it was too late now, but he was on his way.

{This is so gross i am so sorry theres like no effort in this and it took months to actually even start and what even is plot? im sorrryyyyyyyy}