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 🤎🥺
You scanned the racks of clothing, trying to decide which shirt suited you best, wondering if the color would wash you out. Nick was right behind you, pointing at one particular shirt and telling you how it would match with some pants you have.
His phone rang, “Hello?” A moment passes before he puts it on speaker, “Y/N is here,” he said.
“Yerrrr,” Zion yelled.
“You zooted, Z?” You asked. He doesn’t answer, only laughs.
“You guys busy?” Edwin’s voice had called out, sounding distant.
“Just shopping, need to pick up something at the cleaners,” Nick responded.
“Can you stop at the supermarket? We got no food,” Ed said.
“Nothing?”
Zion exclaimed, “Bruh, we hungry! Ain’t shit here?”
“Zion wants snacks,” Brandon clarified. “Could you guys grab some stuff until we can go?”
“I’m down,” you shrugged and pecked Nick’s cheek.
“Yeah, we got it.”
“Bet,” Brandon spoke. “I’ll see y’all later.”
“Bring oat milk!” Ed yelled before the call cut.
A half an hour later, you and Nick had begun going up and down the aisles. “Peanut butter,” you tell him and he reaches for a bottle. “We also need jelly, and mayo. Edwin said he likes the vegan one with avocado oil?” Nick shrugged and pulled the jelly from the shelf, dropping them into the cart.
“Yogurt?”
“Yes, and oat milk,” you nod and follow him towards the fridge. “We should buy ice cream,” you suggest. “Watch some Netflix, we haven’t done that in awhile.”
“Sure,” he smiled and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “Ben and Jerry’s good?”
“Yeah that’s good. Do you need any frozen fruits for your smoothies?”
Nick paused, “Mangoes and strawberries, I think.”
“Alright, I’ll go get those. Meet me at the chips, Zion said he wants the purple doritos.”
With that you split apart and go collect your respective items. As you're moving towards the chips you catch Nick with some girls, taking pictures. A smile grows on your face as you see the joy on his face with the fans. You slow your movement allowing them to talk before joining to bid the girls goodbye. “We done?” Nick asked as he looked at you with a face of content.
Before you could answer your phone goes off with a text from Zion, “Bruh, we still hungry! Hurry y’all assess up.”
“Yeah come on, before Zion loses his mind.” You chuckle, “We can make dinner tonight.”
Hey y’all, I’m so sorry I haven’t been around lately.
I’ve been working on a book of poetry lately!! I’m really proud of what I have thus far and I would really appreciate if you guys would check out the tumblr I have associated with it. @sometimesmybrainworks !!
Please like and share the posts, I would love to gain some more traction so we can hopefully self-publish or garner the attention of publishing houses.
honestly if u could write any fear that you would relate too that would be great, when the writer can connect to it, it ends up being like the best writing everrrrr 🥺💞
So I have Tomophobia and Trypanophobia because I had a horrible doctor as a kid that pretty much gave me the worst anxiety towards doctors and medical things and places in general. :)
Tomophobia: the Fear of Surgery and Other Medical Procedures such as blood draws
Trypanophobia: is an extreme fear of medical procedures involving injections or hypodermic needles.
This kinda sucks but if you want more comfort sort of things I really do like writing comfort things so please send in those requests
You’ve been mentally dreading this day for weeks with anxiety so bad you felt like the world was going to end. Your eyes were already wet as you sat on the exam table the doctor’s office. So far your hand held a continuous grip on Brandon’s throughout the car ride there and throughout your vitals being taken.
Now you guys were waiting for a nurse to come in and give you some shots you’d been missing which has pretty much left you on the verge of a panic attack. Brandon stood in front of you holding your face in his hands. You’re almost done mamas. He said wiping your face with the sleeves of his hoodie. You’re doing so good baby he said planting a kiss on your forehead.
The door cracked open revealing one of your worst fears on a shiny metal tray. Brandon sat up on the table with you, sitting you on his lap. He brought your head into his neck. you’ve got this, close your eyes baby. He held your sleeve up while they cleaned your arm. He couldn’t stand to see it happen, his heart ached every time you flinched and sniffed.
By the end of it bandaids dotted the sides of your arms. You did so good mamas! He rocked back and forth with you peppering your face with kisses. Your body was exhausted & your legs felt like jelly. Brandon carried you on his hip, your purse hanging off his shoulder as he took you to the car.
You were exhausted emotionally and physically, considering today had been stressful to say the least. Okay let’s get you some food and a nap mami. Brandon gave you one of his hands knowing you’d fall asleep on the way to get you some food.
You hadn’t eaten anything before your appointment because of how anxious you were, so you guys finally got some breakfast. Brandon knew that soon your left over anxiety would turn into crying because of how stressed you’d been, so he decided to take you home to help you rest it off.
He ran you a warm bath in hopes that it would help soothe your arms. Once you were in the bath he ran some water over your arms, sliding off all your bandaids. He ran more water over you rubbing little circles on the dots on your arms.
He got you in some sweats and a hoodie. You guys settled on he bed. You found a comfy place on his chest to lay your head. He put on your favorite movie.
Your built up anxiety finally decided to come out in tears. You did so good today baby. He patted your back for a while, making you tired; finally catching up on hours of sleep you had missed over the last few days.
summary: in which straight A student riley takes a break from her procrastinating to help pretty boy zion with more than just his homework
author’s note: @softhottie‘s submission for @temperaryheart‘s 700 follower challenge! literally posting on the last day but better late than never, right? (haven’t written for leisure in a while so fair warning)
prompt: prettymuch lyric (bolded)
warnings: mention of drugs, smut (oral, daddy kink, overstimulation, edging)
word count: 3.5k
No on-campus college experience is complete without the following things: sleepless coffee-driven nights, at least one blackout drunk party experience, and a casual hookup or two. Third year Sociology major Zion could definitely say he’s checked off all of the above (several times, he might add). He was especially well-versed in the collegiate sport of hooking up. In fact, he would probably be considered something of an MVP. He’s had his fair share of players in his game. But like with any sport, it takes strategy. There was a secret artform to finding the most opportune times for intimacy when in college. Shared rooms and thin walls don’t exactly allow for privacy, especially when the room in question is shared with a nosy Italian business major named Nick.
This is why Zion decided to make every second count when he discovered his best friend and roommate Nick would be out of their dorm room for a few hours. According to Nick, his abnormal psychology midterm was “going to be the death of him.” It was his last exam before finals week, and he knew he couldn’t afford to fail so he announced that he would be spending that entire Thursday evening in the library studying for it. Zion tried to hide his excitement at his friend’s departure.
“Damn bro, that sucks. Happy studying though,” he managed to utter on Nick’s way out, feigning concern.
When the door finally shut, it took him all of 30 seconds to dial up his favorite girl as of late: Riley Williams, this fiery Women’s and Gender Studies major who resided in his building on the floor above his. They had met in his 10AM sociology class about two and a half months ago. She was hard not to notice when her hand shot up for almost every question, portraying herself as someone who obviously reads over the required text after class. But unlike others, Zion actually paid more attention to her cute tendency to absentmindedly let her pen linger between her glossy lips when she found herself concentrating deeply and her seemingly never-ending collection of flattering outfits. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t notice the way her curves looked in one of her cropped cardigan and plaid mini skirt ensembles or the hypnotizing glint of her signature “B-A-B-Y” silver link necklace that adorned her collarbones so well. Despite her engagement in class and endearing mannerisms, she still came off as standoffish, working alone during paired in-class assignments and rolling her eyes at less than intelligent answers from other students in response to the professor’s questions. But, after the fourth lecture of her sitting in her unassigned assigned seat next to his, he decided to take a chance and strike up a conversation, relieved to be met with her dimpled, wide tooth smile; the rest was history.
He doesn’t really know how their current arrangement really came to be. It started off as occasional study sessions in Zion’s room since she obviously knew her material. Then, it had quickly become invitations to binge-watch Bojack Horseman, a show Riley prided herself on introducing to him, or to share a blunt with him and Nick at the end of a particularly stressful school week. But eventually, a few lines had blurred when an innocent smoke sesh (sans Nick) had a salacious end involving her on all fours and her clothes long discarded on his bedroom floor. With this new dynamic between them, he’s made a habit of calling or texting her when late night thoughts of her became too enticing to resist. He hadn’t been hitting her line lately though, the stress of studying for exams and completing assignments keeping them apart. But with midterm season coming to a close and Nick finally being out of his hair, the eager boy was aching to finally invite his favorite girl over once again.
“Hey Z. What’s up?” Riley answered on the second ring, the mellifluous sound of her voice already getting him worked up.
“Hey beautiful. So, Nick is out of the room for tonight,” Zion boasted, the smirk on his face apparent even through the phone.
She waited for him to continue, thinking there was more, but he never did.
“…Okay, and? What’s that gotta do with me? Why should I drop everything to help you get a nut? I’m in the middle of writing a paper, you know,” she replied as she flicked through Netflix titles. He didn’t need to know that her “paper writing” actually equated to television streaming. Her point still stands.
“Babyyy come on, stop playin’,” he whined, “You know, I’m never selfish. Besides, the post-nut clarity of an orgasm or two will help you focus on your paper. Just gimme an hour, please?”
“Ugh I don’t know.” Although the specificities of their current relationship (or situationship, rather) had never been fully discussed, Riley must admit his sweet delivery of “baby” really made her insides scramble. At this point, she was ready to be laid up in Zion’s bed (preferably under him), especially since she wasn’t actually doing anything productive anyway, but she was also ready to hear him beg for it.
“Please baby, it’s been weeks since I’ve had you to myself. I’ll make it worth your while. Nick’s probably gonna be gone most of the night too so when you show up, m’gonna put this time to use,” the insatiable boy persuaded, the seductive rasp of his voice prominent in his last few words.
“Welllll, when you put it like that,” she began, smiling to herself as she was almost able to hear Zion’s excitement through the phone, “I’ll be there in 20.”
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Riley stepped off the elevator and trodded down the RA-decorated hallway in her pink fuzzy slides to Zion’s dorm room door where she placed a soft knock. She barely had time to collect herself before the door swung open revealing a shirtless Zion leaning against the doorframe, his platinum-dyed dreads braided back into two cornrows and his dark gray cotton sweatpants hanging low enough to reveal almost the entirety of his happy trail. He wasted no time pulling her into the room. She couldn’t help the smile that crept onto her face at her observation of the atmosphere Zion had created for her. His Himalayan salt lamp lit the room up in a sensuous coral hue while Next Town Down’s Lovers Theme (Interlude) played in the background.
“Next Town Down, huh?” she teased with a quirk of her lips, knowing she put him on to the musical group.
Zion smiled down at her with a set of dimples to match her own. “Yeah I know you like them. Thought it might help put you in the mood,” he shrugged smugly with his devilish smile still present on his face.
“Oh please! I know you bump them when I’m not around,” she giggled, poking him in his chest as she made her point.
“Yeah whatever,” he chuckled, his hands falling to her hips. He slowly backed them up towards his plush loveseat in the corner of the room. Once the back of his calves touched the suede material of the couch, he plopped onto the cushion. Riley followed suit, climbing onto his lap with her knees digging into the cushion on either side of him and her freshly manicured hands finding their way wrapped behind his head.
Zion made sure the dainty girl was comfortable in his lap before his large hands snaked up her luscious thighs, rubbing her up and down before finding their place on her derrière with a squeeze.
“Mmm I missed you baby.”
“Oh really? How much?” she whispered in his ear, sending chills up his spine.
“Don’t worry, imma show you.” And with that, he started his determined campaign on her neck, kissing up the area of exposed flesh even going as far as to flick his tongue out as he reached her jawline. She pulled away for a moment to slip her cropped sweatshirt over her head, fluffing out the resultant curls of her day old twist out once it passed over her head. She was left with nothing covering her upper half as she had made the deliberate decision not to wear bra to come over.
She couldn’t contain the soft moans and content sighs that escaped her lips. As he sponged wet kisses to the sensitive spot under her earlobe and his nimble fingers worked her hardening nipples, she instinctively ground her hips into his for some added friction between them.
“Need these off you too ma,” Zion whispered, snapping the waistband of her sweat shorts. And with no hesitation she complied, getting up briefly to slide them down her supple legs. She silently thanked herself for her lingerie selection; the pink and navy blue lace of her panties graciously highlighted the warm bronze undertones of her golden brown skin as well as the generous curve of her ass.
She sunk back down onto his lap, hands carefully placed on his shoulders as she returned to grinding against Zion’s ever hardening member with a little more fervor. Before the boy could utter another word, Riley pressed her lips against his in a feverish kiss.
Zion reciprocated with the same amount of enthusiasm, accepting every sloppy collision of their tongues and sensuous bite of his bottom lip with a gratified squeeze of her thigh with one hand and a rub of her lower back with the other. She quickly began her descent down his neck. Nipping, licking, sucking from his jawline to his collarbone.
A lazy smile crept upon Zion’s face as a chuckle passed his lips. “For someone who ain’t even wanna come over here, you sure are eager, huh?”
“Shut up,” she smiled against his skin, “Listen, you promised me ‘an orgasm or two’ and I intend on getting it.”
“And I’m a man of my word baby girl.” And with that challenge, Zion hooked his strong hands under Riley’s thick thighs and hoisted her from the couch, allowing her to lock her legs around his torso. Without pulling their lips away from each other, Zion walked them to his extra large twin sized bed.
He lowered her onto the bed so that her legs dangled off the end. He slinked between her legs before dropping to his knees in front of her. Riley rose off the bed slightly to lean back on her elbows; she watched as he ran his soft hands up her awaiting thighs, never losing eye contact as he did so. His nimble fingers stopped at the elastic waistband of her panties. He smirked as he mentally took note of the ever-growing wet spot in its crotch area before deftly slipping the cloth barrier down her legs and onto the carpeted floor.
“Mmm so wet for me baby,” he wasted no time hooking her legs onto his shoulders.
“Just for you,” she breathed out as a shuddered moan while Zion left lingering kisses up her inner thigh until he reached her throbbing center. He hovered there for a bit, blowing lightly against her folds. She hissed at the sudden cold air hitting her soaking cunt.
“God Zion, do something,” she whined, absentmindedly pushing his head further toward the area she needed him most.
Her wish was his command as he kissed and sucked on her folds before dipping his tongue in between them to lick a stripe at her opening. He took this time to admire her and take note of how cute she looked laying there with her bottom lip drawn between her teeth. That’s when his eager tongue found her sensitive bundle of nerves, flicking figure eights into it before sucking.
“Ahh feels so good,” Riley moaned in a whisper, grabbing at his blond locs as he lapped at her bud. Her hips began instinctively lifting slightly off the mattress as she was nearing her peak. Zion’s large hands took hold of them to anchor her and continue his gluttonous feast.
It wasn’t long before she was met with the all too familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach as she gushed into Zion’s awaiting mouth. Her eyes screwed shut and her mouth fell open allowing a loud stream of obscenities to flow from it.
Once her thighs stopped trembling, Zion released their hold from around his neck and rose from his place on his knees. Riley backed up toward the headboard so her entire body could spread across the bed and she could watch Zion’s every move. In two swift motions, Zion’s sweats were removed from his body to reveal that he was wearing nothing else underneath. He crawled on top of her and placed a wet, needy kiss to her lips. He licked into her mouth sloppily, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue.
“What next baby?” he uttered breathily between messy kisses. She placed her hand on his chest to signal for him to pull away for a moment. He complied looking down at her flushed face and swollen lips.
“Can I sit on it?” she said softly in the most innocent tone possible. The sight of her plump lips pulled into a pout and her doe eyes peering up at him through her cascading lashes were enough to make his dick twitch.
“Course baby,” he punctuated his confirmation with a kiss to her lips before climbing off of her and landing on his back. He laid comfortably against his pillow, waiting for her to make her next move.
Riley sat up and swung her leg over his body. She hovered over his length before Zion helped her sink down onto it. She winced at the initial stretch but released a satisfied sigh once she finally bottomed out.
After taking a moment to adjust to his size, she began to rock her hips back and forth. Once she found her rhythm, Zion got comfortable, hands clasped behind his head watching her titties bounce as she moved above him. She placed her palms on his chest to steady herself and give herself more leverage to bounce on him more quickly.
“Fuck Daddy, you feel so good,” she drawled out with each swivel of her hips. She praised herself internally at the coy slip of the pet name, knowing how much it riled him up during their last rendezvous. As she expected, the sweet phrase flicked a switch for the boy whose large hands found themselves grabbing at her sides hungrily. It was always a surprise to him when she was vulgar during sex as she was usually prim and proper in any other scenario, but his surprise was most certainly not a complaint.
“Say that shit again,” he growled, beginning to thrust up into her.
“You f-feel so good insi-ide me, Daddy,” she moaned, falling forward in response to a particularly forceful slap to her ass. Zion took this opportunity to capture one of her breasts in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around her erect little bud.
Riley began to fall apart above him, the sinful sound of their skin slapping against each other and the full feeling of him thrusting into her so deeply were taking their toll on her. She could barely form a coherent sentence through her incessant whimpers.
“So cl- close,” she stuttered, digging her nails into his shoulders as she prepared herself for a second orgasm, the buildup much more intense than the last. She loudly cried out a chant of “Yes daddy”s, uncontrollably clenching around him while he continued to rail into her from below. She rode out her high, the longest she’d had in a while. Before long, she fell forward onto her lover’s chest in exhaustion with a drawn-out exaggerated sigh.
Just as she was ready to roll off of him and call it a night, Zion reached up and grabbed her by the throat, whispering in her ear, “You ready for number 3 baby?”
Her eyes widened as she weakly replied, catching her breath, “You said one or two. I already came twice.”
With a mischievous smirk, Zion eyed her naked body with the same hunger he had when she first walked through the door. “Yeah well I also said I’d make it worth your while. What can I say? I’m an overachiever,” he chuckled darkly, easing her off of his length. She winced at the newfound emptiness.
“All fours for me baby,” he rasped, sitting up and allowing her to spread out on her hands and knees in front of him.
“Yes daddy,” she did as she was told. Her glistening core and the remarkable roundedness of her rump on full display. He palmed a large handful of her ass, earning a sharp inhale from her.
“So good for me baby,” Zion whispered, palming more of her flesh into his hand before winding it back for another good slap across her right buttcheek. She moaned loudly in response, falling forward on her elbows from the impact.
He lined himself up, teasing her entrance. The tickle of his squishy head rubbing against her opening was becoming unbearable as she was aching to be filled up for a second time. At the sound of Riley whimpering with her bottom lip caught between her teeth, Zion pushed into her slowly, egged on by her surprised gasp. Just as he was about to fill her to her hilt, he took a moment to admire how he seemed to fit inside her so perfectly, almost as if he was the sword to her sheath.
He started off slow to allow Riley to adjust and to ensure that he didn’t bust immediately. He’d been holding off from his release to make sure his girl had gotten multiple. So, needless to say, he was at risk of busting very soon.
His slow thrusts eventually stilled to a complete halt. Before she could open her mouth to complain, his hand came down to spank her bottom once again. He kneaded the area he just slapped as he grumbled to her, “Throw that shit back for me, mama.” And without skipping a beat, Riley began to rock herself back and forth, allowing her ass to crash against him continuously. The sound of her cheeks clapping against his front and her strangled moans at the feeling of getting herself off on him was like music to his ears.
“Who’s making you feel this good baby?” Zion questioned with yet another smack to her rear.
“You daddy, only you,” she drawled on, speeding up slightly out of an eagerness to please him.
He was so blown away by her ability to take him so well. But he was not surprised when her movements eventually lost their rhythm, knowing she was probably close to her peak. So in an attempt to regain control, he roughly locked his hands at her hips before ramming into her at a relentless pace.
“Oh my god Zion!” she shouted, leaving her mouth hanging wide open. Her strained cries became louder with every snap of his hips.
If this assault on her insides wasn’t enough, not only did Zion dig his knees further into the sheets, allowing himself to lean back and pound into her at a deliciously pleasurable new angle, but he also skimmed his fingers down her front to ferociously rub circles into her pearl. The sensation was almost too much to bear, especially considering the two orgasms she already had under her belt. Her eyes flew shut as she hit her forearm against the bed repeatedly in a motion that most wrestlers would recognize as a “tap out.”
“Ah fuck, m’not gonna last daddy!” she screamed, legs beginning to quiver.
“Me either baby,” he grunted shortly before she pulsed around him so deliciously, milking him for every hot spurt he had in him.
They languidly rode out their climaxes together until Zion gently pulled out of Riley allowing them both to lay back against his satin pillowcases. She clung to his side nuzzling her face into his chest, appreciative of the post-orgasm high he provided her.
“Okay, ‘Mr. Overachiever’,” Riley sighed, still a bit out of breath as she looked up at him with her bright eyes and lazy smile.
“Mmm, I like the sound of that,” he hummed, smacking an obnoxious smooch to her cheek, “Where’s your phone? I’m changing my name in your contacts to that right now.”
He eyed her brightly colored, flower pressed phone case from across the room and attempted to climb off the bed to retrieve the girl’s smartphone from the couch where, until that moment, it had been forgotten.
“No, stoppp,” she giggled, slinging her leg across his torso and pushing his shoulders into the mattress before he could even make a move. He playfully grabbed at her waist, tickling her sides to try to overpower her. She squirmed under his grasp.
“Nah, I’m changing that shit. Maybe people will see it and think I’m tutoring you for once. Whatchu think?” he joked, his hearty laugh combining with her pleading giggles.
Their tickle fight continued until it devolved into a soft, comfortably silent cuddle between them, thoughts of paper deadlines or interfering roommates being long forgotten, and Zion wouldn’t have it any other way.
author’s note: I enjoy writing little blurb like that way too much. The French part is real french since it’s my native language and I tried to translate it the better way! Btw I do take requests so slide them in & if you wanna be friends just dm me I guess lmao. Anyway hope you’ll enjoy it xo
words count: 0,5k+
warnings: cursing; pure fluff
“Stop talking to me in french y/n.. You know damn well i can’t understand a thing” The brunette boy start saying.
You knew that talking to Nick in french would do nothing else but trigger him. When you were mad at him, wanted his attention or wanted to annoy him, it was the first thing you would start doing. You were bilingual english/french since your mother was french and your father american. You had been going to France every year on summer holidays for the longest you could remember and that’s how you practiced your french. Your french wasn’t as perfect as someone who would be living in France 24/7 but it still was ok. You understand it pretty well and could hold a conversation pretty easily. Back then you were quite insecure with your french because it wasn’t perfect as your friend’s one and you had an accent but your french friends always told you that your french was perfect so you became more and more confident while speaking french with others.
“Et donc? C’est pas comme si tu m’écoutais de toute façon” [trad : And? It’s not like you’ve been listening to me anyway]
“Oh fuck off man!”
And now Nick was pissed. Seeing him like that made you giggle a little cause you knew it wouldn’t last long. Nick, next to you, put his airpods on, going back to what he was doing on his phone previously. You just got up from the sofa you were sitting in and went to the kitchen of his shared house with the other member of his boyband. You were getting yourself a bottle of water in the fridge when a voice surprised you.
“Yo y/n, why is Nick all mad?” Edwin’s big voice made you let out a little scream. “Did i scared you? Oh my god i’m sorry.” The boy lightly laughed at your reaction.
“It’s ok, it’s ok” You giggled “He’s just mad because i been talking to him in french.. But you know he’s just sitting there with his airpods on, not answering any of my questions so i had to annoy him a little”
Edwin rolled his eyes and let out a sigh at your explanation thinking it would have been something way more serious before you left the kitchen. You went back sitting next to Nick, him being still tense from you speaking to him in french. You leaned in next to his hear and took off his right airpod which cause the music to stop.
“Tu boudes encore?” [trad : You still mad at me?]
“I said fuck off y/n” Nick said while pushing you slightly away from him not even bothering taking back his airpod.
“Nick i was kidding...” You whined brushing his hand off and making your way back close to him.
“Mon coeur?” [trad : My heart?] You tried knowing that he liked when you were calling him that way. You kissed his cheek gently, then continued making your way to his lips when you weren’t getting any reaction to all those kisses. A smiled formed on his lips when you reached his with yours, making you smile too.
“You’re such a cry baby” You giggled pulling yourself away from him.
Hi Honey! About your prompts, would you mind doing Brandon + prompt 10? Thank you so much!
penny for your thoughts / brandon arreaga
( Thank you for sending this in, lovely! It’s 11 PM, but I’ve managed to fit you in for tonight because honestly this prompt with Brandon is so cute. I hope you enjoy! )
BRANDON IGNORES YOU momentarily as he places the talkbox in his mouth, grinning at you. His earring, glinting from the natural sunlight, brushes against the skin on his cheek as he he readjusts himself. You’re desperate to reach out and touch his soft, dark hair, and maybe wrap your finger around the streak he had dyed blond a few weeks earlier in a moment of misjudgment.
“A penny for your thoughts!” He says, beating you to it. You smile once again, touched by how eager her was to know about what was gracing your mind. He also sounds delightfully weird through the talkbox, which makes your smile even bigger.
Closing his eyes, he tilts his head, removing his glasses. You knew that he didn’t particularly like being seen without his glasses, so his solution was that if he closed his eyes, technically since he couldn’t see anyone else, no one could see him.
You had no idea how that even worked.
“I don’t know, really,” you say, resting your jaw on you hand. “I’m thinking about lots of things.”
Removing the talkbox from his mouth, he says, “Which is exactly why I said penny for your thoughts. As in plu-ral.” Staring at you expectantly, he adds “So, baby, what are your thoughts?”
“Well,” you huff, catching his eye. He eyes glitter at you as he seems to want to hear every word you say. His eyes, intense, stare you down as you stumble to think of words. “ I was just thinking about how you dyed your hair.”
“Oh?”
“You and too many beers don’t go well together and you know that, B.” He laughs at this statement, leaning back on his chair.
“You know what two things go together well?” He doesn’t wait for you to reply, just bursts with: “Me and you. Always.”
“I like the sound of that. Penny for your thoughts?”
“I’m pretty sure Bazzi wrote every single love song about someone just like you,” He pauses, thinking. “But fuck that. I’ve written a few words about you, you pretty lady. All I need is for you to hear them and tell me that I’m doing it right.”
( I’m sorry this is short as fuck, but I hope you enjoy! Also it’s not fully proofread as I’m tired as fuck so goodnight ! )
