#prettymuch beanz

[wakeywakeygrrr]

Man! I didn't know they disbanded😭 I hope they get what they want no matter what they do.. Wishing you all the success and happiness

[beanzybrandon]

Hello my loves. 

It felt appropriate to check in and let you all know Im alive and well lol, and I hope you are too.

It’s been a while since Ive written anything, so requests are currently OPEN. Please send ideas!! :)

[sadgurllayha]

Hiiii ok I’m officially off of my year hiatus and want some new writing material so MY ASK ARE OPEN here are the rules

Ask Rules

I’m only writing for BTS as of right now but maybe in the future there could be more.

No heavy smut or sexual content, I’m not comfortable writing that so sorry😭

No reposting my work on to other sites and if you see it please let me know!!!

NO SHIPS! NO OC’S! NO MEMBERXMEMBER!

because of my personal writing style most fics will be written with a female Y/N if you prefer for it to be Neutral pls lemme know😁

[imanievans]

I hate prettymuch’s label like the band is failing and needs more music like wtf they need a new label

[unleashyourinnergay]

how y’all still like edwin and nick? it’s been three months and they haven’t addressed the sexual assault allegations-

[cyb3r-s1ut]

Hotline Bling • Zion Kuwonu

Summary • To be honest, I don’t even know yet.

WC • Circa 1,600

Genre • Mild Angst, nothing too bad.

You used to call me on my cellphone

Late-night when you need my love

Call me on my cellphone

Late-night when you need my love

And I know when that hotline bling

That can only mean one thing

I know when that hotline bling

That can only mean one thing

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3 months, 1 week, and 4 days. That’s how long it had been since Zion last saw you. But, hey, who's counting? If he had been, he would have succumbed to that void feeling in his chest by now. The one created by you but ultimately worsened by his actions. His actions ruined the best thing he ever had. But it was your fault too, right?

If you didn't have such an illuminating smile, such a feather-light yet addicting touch, such an effervescent personality, such a radiant aura then the both of you he wouldn't be in this situation. No. If you hadn't wanted something more and Zion hadn't been too scared of ruining a good thing even though he knew you deserved more— deserved better. He knew you deserved the world and the stars along with it, but he was so afraid he couldn't give it to you. So he cowered behind his thoughts; he dismissed the relationship you had, shutting you out in the process.

He was expecting you to dismiss the fact that he couldn't come to terms with himself you and continue with the late-night phone calls. The sneaking out of the house at 1 and 2 in the morning — when he thought everyone was asleep — to spend hours at your place. Half naked smoke sessions with deeply thought out conversations lingering in the air with every puff. Or hot nights in your room that always seemed to end with clothes scattered here and there, fluffy comforter somehow still clinging to a corner of the bed, and the sheets tangled around only you because he was never there when you woke up. ’He had better, more important things.’ you would convince yourself. But when you finally stopped gaslighting yourself with that excuse, you found out he couldn't face his own music.

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Ever since I left the city, you

Got a reputation for yourself now

Everybody knows and I feel left out

Girl, you got me down, you got me stressed out

'Cause ever since I left the city, you

Started wearing less and goin' out more

Glasses of champagne out on the dance floor

Hangin' with some girls I've never seen before

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Guilt. Jealousy. Anger. Sadness. Utter outrage. One of these emotions— maybe even a mixture— was grasping at his heart and yanking at the strings right now. Even so, he couldn’t stop rewatching the clip on his phone in front of him. It wasn’t like he was meaning to find you. He just happened to be scrolling through the explore page on Instagram and much to his sudden disbelief you were the thumbnail on some video. Against his better judgment (of course) he clicks the video, watching you hold a cup of God-knows-what in the air as your body hazily sways in a sea of people inside of what looks to be a club. Zion’s face is still one of shock as the girl recording yells something cringey about all of her friends being ‘baddies’ and ‘hot girls’ and continues to survey each of her friends, including you, while everyone gets more excited with the new song’s change of pace.

It could’ve been all in his head but that video seemed way longer than the allotted one minute. He doesn’t know how many times he watches the video before he decides to click on the girl’s profile (a bad decision on behalf of his 2 functioning brain cells). His thumbs seemed to move on their own as he scrolled down her page and searched through countless posts of herself, her with her family, and her with her friends. Zion couldn’t pry his eyes from the screen as he clicked on a picture with you in it, hoping you would be tagged. You were, of course, so he clicked. Another mistake on his part.

Your username and bio were both different. Even though he hadn’t visited your profile in a while, he did remember the main details of it. Zion repeated his earlier actions, examining your page this time. There were posts of yourself. You and your dog. You and your family. You and this new group of friends he had never seen until now. You and some MAN? You and this man hugging, holding hands, kissing, traveling, eating out together? You and Zion used to tell each other about everything, and you had certainly never mentioned him before. You People aren’t supposed to move on this fast. Hell, Zion hadn’t even moved on. He still listened to the playlist you two had created together. He still dreamed about you. He still woke up with the lingering touches of you on his body as if you had been beside him moments before. He still had late-night venting sessions with Nick as he sniffled and wiped his teary face after genuinely expressing what he was never able to tell you face-to-face.

But now, here you were. You had completely evolved from the person Zion knew almost four months ago. You weren’t the same girl who posted simple photos of herself in cute, comfortable outfits captioned with inspirational quotes, or wholesome reviews of the new Greek mythology book you had bought at your favorite Barnes and Noble. This was some girl who had grown to almost a million followers in just three months. This was some girl who posted pointless photos of her newest bottle of wine or Hennessey; some girl whose wardrobe would alternate between Burberry pantsuits and Louboutin heels, to Adidas tracksuits and air force ones, to what could very well be some bundle of strings Fashion Nova tries to pass off as a dress. This new girl — this new you — was copacetic, thriving, and glowing. You were happy with this seemingly very outgoing of people who the old you would’ve never thought about fraternizing with. Worse of all, the new you appeared to be enjoying life with some new guy, a guy that wasn’t Zion. He’s a complete mess without you laying next to him at 2 in the morning and you were supposed to be the same. Zion was supposed to have the same crippling effect on you as you did on him.

Apparently, Zion had been sitting in his whirlwind of thoughts long enough for his phone to lock. He pulled himself out of his trance and made his only decent decision of the day. He went to find Nick, knowing he would still be awake and available to examine whatever emotional baggage Zion had this time. He told Nick about his earlier revelations (leaving out the part about your apparent love interest). “Why don't you just talk to her, bro? Tell her how you actually feel.” weren't the words he expected to hear. He didn't know what to expect, honestly.

As Zion laid in his bed he picked up his phone with shaky hands. When he unlocked it, he felt another tug at his heartstrings, forgetting that his phone had locked on a gorgeous post of your beaming smile while he was in a daze earlier. The time I'm his phone read 1:46 A.M. He didn't want to call you. You might not pick up. But he wanted an immediate response. Zion needed validation right now. He silently prayed that your number hadn't changed along with everything else during your productive time period. He opened his messages and clicked on your name; ’y/n💛’. Zion smiled to himself as he looked at the last messages sent between the two of you. You had been sending memes back and forth, with the last message before the hiatus being three emojis expressing your enjoyment.

Zion pondered for a few moments on what to type. ’Yo y/n it's me.’ ’Hey it's me, Zion.’ ’Hey y/n we haven't talked in a while.’ He wasted a good twenty minutes overthinking, typing, and erasing potential conversation starters. Then he just decided to pour out what was left of his heart. Fuck it.

He didn't expect you to reply quickly, but he wanted you to, so Zion kept his phone unlocked and open to your messages as he waited. He had peeked two minutes after hitting send, but he didn't notice it then. Zion let five more anxious minutes pass before checking again. He almost didn't notice it that time, but somehow he managed to spot it.

The small subscript under his message. ’Read’

Zion didn't know if it was him being delirious with fatigue or the actual fact of you acknowledging but ignoring him, but his breathing got short and shaky and his tears started to roll. It was finally happening. That void feeling in his chest — in his heart —, that place where special memories of you were kept, had finally drawn him in and suffocated him with the realization that you didn't want him anymore. You no longer needed Zion to bring you the pleasures of life. For all he knows now, you never really did.

[dianakieee]

Happy 23rd Birthday Austin Dale Porter! 🥳🎈🎂🎁

Stay goofy and quirky, that's what makes you unique and we all love that about you! 😌❣

Not my best 'cuz it was rushed+++it doesn't look like him🤧

[lizzzylightwood]

Any beanz or cncowner out there hit me up :) xx

[icybloggss]

Someone tried to say my post was racist I- uhh sorry I like men of all races 😭😭

[sonsarinar]

lockscreen/wallpaper CNCO PRETTYMUCH IN REAL LIFE

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twitter: @sonsarinar

[beanzybrandon]

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.

[sadgurllayha]

Ok so heressss my Spotify wrapped!!! Idk why but I thought I would share🥰

Nowww @ts20kuwonu @precious-porter @prettyboypimentel @darkrosekuwonu @firebettercallnct @chansinterlude, since y’all are my favorite blogs let me see your playlist of 2020 and pass this on too others😚✌🏾

[imanievans]

Who is your cnco and prettymuch lane and why???

[bbychrissy]

prettymuch is gonna break up | why are fans/stans scared to ask their fa...

[cyb3r-s1ut]

this comparison will be stuck in my brain until someone convinces me otherwise

[dianakieee]

Happiest 21st Birthday Caleb Zion Kuwonu ! 🥳🎉🎂🎁🎊🎈

Thank you for always bringing us smiles on our faces whether with your jokes or with your songs. We are so proud of you. Hope you'll continue on doing what you love and for your career to strive furthermore! YOU'RE COMPLETELY LEGAL AF NOW! Love you ya goofball 💕