#prettymuch blurbs

[peachbearies]

╰─ - ̗̀♡ ✎ Moonlight (A.)

Brandon Arreaga

   ↳ ⊹✿ Warnings: Harsh Language, Mentions of suicide.

   ↳ ⊹✿ Summary: you were having a bad day, so you disconnected yourself from everyone just to sit on the balcony and watch the stars. But Brandon was so worried about you so he came over.

   ↳ ⊹✿ Author’s note: if you or anyone is going through a hard time and you feel lost or hopeless please do not commit suicide, I promise you it will get better, suicide isn’t the answer no matter what the circumstances are. You are beautiful, you are treasure baby. And trust me take a second to think about those who’d be devastated to not see you smile everyday or hear your laugh. Trust me you are worth it, even when you don’t believe it, your life is far from being over, and you’ll continue to grow.Also I’m apologizing in advance; this is my first imagine I’ve ever typed haha, so if it’s bad or something I can do better let me know thanks! 

↳ ⊹ ° .✿ Song theme:

The sky looked alluring; the weather feeling somehow sultry,for it being 11’o clock at night. The problems you had stored in your mind just dawned on you. Family problems. Friendship problems. College classes. Rent expenses. It was to much to intake. It felt as if this was some bad karma going in late. It made your heart swell. Grabbing your frigid phone, you hold the power button turning off all communications. Expect for hearing the thoughts in your brain go haywire. Along with labored thumps of your swollen heart.

Meanwhile Brandon was biting through the skin on his fingertips, calling you but automatically getting a voicemail, the boys attempt too, getting the same automated response as him. Feeling more at ease of the intentions he thought you had.

Zion suspires “she could never block you out Brandon, just be placid for a minute and try again, maybe her phone is dead” Brandon knew he had a slight point, but his gut wouldn’t let him believe that, Brandon felt something wasn’t right, the body language you emitted on facetime, the way you didn’t joke around with him through text. Short replies, lots of “oh” and “lol” Brandon felt like you were stripped of your armor and left bare.

“I’m heading out” is the last thing he says before heading over to your house, to do something for you. He couldn’t just stand on the sidelines and let you hurt in pitch black void.

Grabbing the cookies out the oven, your only comfort food to maybe help place a band-aid on these painful bruises. Reminiscing on the times Brandon would come over and bake brownies for you. Brandon was the only person you felt like understood you and loved you unconditionally. While everyone played puppet master with your heart, telling you who to be. And shunning you out for who you really are. Sighing you grab all the cookies sliding them in the container. Heading back to the balcony; your door bell rings. Knitting your eyebrows in a form of confusion, you pomade towards the door.

There he stood, the water dripping down his onyx hair, sticking the blonde strands to his forehead his glasses fogged from the atmosphere, the veins in his head spiking Everytime he let out a cry for air.

“Brandon? Oh no never mind come in, why were you in the rain?” You ask; moving your shoes from the welcome, now his shoes take vacancy.

Pushing his damped hair from his face, showing you the rosy cheeks and coral print nose. “I came to see you” his voice sound so jagged, almost anxious. Brandon was having a rush for time, praying he would make it to you in time, he thought of possibilities you could be doing alone. He didn’t want to regret not telling you how he felt. You walk towards the bathroom and back with a towel in your hand,along with a blanket.

Catching the cold wind tingling up your spine as you both stared into each other’s orbs, falling deeper into a galaxy of unknown, contemplating what each other is thinking.

“What you though happened to me Brandon? That I got kidnapped or something” you cover your true feelings with humor; while towel drying his hair.

“I thought you killed yourself y/n” brandon bluntly speaks, your hands stop moving as your breath becomes stuck between your chest and vocal chords. Brandon knew you more than anyone, more than your parents. He knew something was fishy. And it would have killed him to lose you and he didn’t do anything about it. The tears you stored away for the pillows splattered on your cheeks, down to your shirt. Without a hesitation Brandon wraps his arms around your body; fiddling his fingers through your hair, holding your shards in his arms tightly.

Brandon closing his eyes, feeling his heart sting by each rumble against his chest from your everlasting heavy pain. Brandon loves you so much, wether it was being your boyfriend or bestfriend he needed you in his life. He would do anything to help you. Swaying your body side to side, his thumb caress your ear lobe, soothing every wound slowly. You just couldn’t take it no more. Being blamed, Mistreated, being a failure. You just wanted this pain to stop.

It’s been four years of feeling this pain, all you wanted was to numb it. To subtract yourself from everyone to relieve their pain and frustration. “I wanted to die, I really wanted to Brandon” hoarsely you speak into his hoodie. “I couldn’t take it no more, I didn’t want to be a burden any longer, I’m not happy here”

Brandon silences you by kissing the top of your head, your legs wrapped around his waist, carrying you to the backyard. Brandon’s heart disintegrating even more hearing those words slur out your lips. Your back against his chest, while he snakes his arm around you, holding you close to him as possible, the covers engulfing you both. The scent of his citrus musk with a side of coconut transuding in your airways. “I’m sorry to worry you..” you break the silence, not hearing him say anything made you more anxious. You felt his attitude will change, maybe breaking the friendship up. And that would be the dévastent blow.

“You remember when we were seven, and I fell on the concrete while skateboarding?” Brandon mumbles through your hair

“How could I forget?” You wipe your noise on a napkin Brandon handed you “I was freaking out from all the blood in your knees”

Brandon smiling an inch “and do you remember what you said?”,Your head tilts up at him coming in contact with his eyes right away “you said no matter what pain I am in that you’ll always be there for me” his fingertips removing fly away hairs from your face.

“That was also my vow to you as well, I wish you could see yourself through everyone’s lenses and realize we don’t beg you to be perfect, we don’t strive for you to be molded in a certain way, we adore your flaws, you’re not perfect none of us are, but you deserve to be treated as you are, you deserve to be loved the way you give out love”

“It took me years to develop a voice to inform you on this, but I love you, and not on a friendship level, I love you so much I get butterflies just thinking about the next time I’ll see you, my heart beats at a rate I’m sure isn’t humane, y/n I fell in love with you because they is no one like you, I fell in love with all the quirks you deemed to be toxic or ugly, those are what made me want you close to me, so please don’t leave me” his voice falls flat, his body vibrating against yours holding onto you tight. Slipping out of his arm to wrap your arms around his head, droplets falling on your chest. Feeling his fingers dig into your fabric.

His cries were louder than he’s ever cried, your heart felt devastated. That you even thought about leaving him behind. You wasn’t thinking how others around you would feel. But how could you? Everyone you’ve asked for help and guidance either turned you down or ignore your pleas.

Holding onto him tighter you kiss his head ever so softly, being super fragile with him, your thumb dancing across his skin. When he was done he looked so exhausted. Almost dead like, his skin was so pale, his nose and eyes burning in pink shades. His hair was a hurricane. You never wanted to see him like that ever again.

“Brandon?” You mumble, he didn’t answer. So you look up at him his eyes look like he was possessed. So dark, motionless. His eyes was just staring into an empty void. Grabbing his hand softly they slip in between your fingers. Finally he comes back to life, sighing heavily you lay your head on his knee. “I’m sorry, I’ll never make you worry ever again”

“Babygirl I am always going to be worried about you, in case you didn’t know you’re the red string connected to me, no matter where you go” Brandon’s nasally voice makes you smile, followed by his small smile “I like that smile”

“And I like how you call me babygirl” you encourage him

“Maybe I can make that a permanent thing” Brandon pulls you up to sit on his lap. Without a hesitation you sit down on his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I would love that” you smile pressing your nose against his. His eyes dancing with yours as they move in sync with one another. Both of you making a move to kiss one another. The stars moved against each other to combine as one. His hands on your waist while you cupped his jawline. To grasp air you guys both pull away. Brandon starts to admire your beauty but you kiss all over his face.

“Look a shooting star!” You yell, closing your eyes you make a wish. While Brandon just gazes at you. What’s the point of making a wish when his moonlight was his now. The only thing he could wish for.

Was to make sure she knows she’s loved everyday. And he won’t stop until she knows.

[thotwonu]

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Brandon Arreaga ≛

drunk with brandon - rei

late night drives - rei

gender reveal - drea

bringing her home - rei

beautiful crazy - rei

face masks && realizations - rei

mi ángel - rei

party - rei

roadtrip? - rei

superstar - rei

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we belong together - drea

tell him - drea

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eyes off you - rei

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disney wedding - drea

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christmas date - rei

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snuggle sesh - rei

baby fever - rei

koala cuddles - rei

All of CNCO ≛

what they’re like on social media - rei

what makes them fall more in love - rei

mtl: date a “normal” girl - rei

bff at a concert reaction - rei

you make them sexually flustered - rei

first kiss - rei

mtl: drunk love confession - rei

clubbing as a couple - rei

my favorite things - rei

you make them flustered - rei

wedding day - rei

finding out your pregs - rei

mtl: fall for bff - rei

holidays with your fam (non-latina) - rei

introducing the boys to your fam - rei

you meeting his fam - rei

the moment they know they’re in love - rei

how they show pda - rei

mtl: open relationship - rei

mtl: date a “normal” girl - rei

All of PRETTYMUCH ≛

where, when, how they’d propose - rei

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Multiple Parts ≛

f.u. - me dedique a perderte - drea

‘til the casket drops - teaser. intro. - rei

ring - pt. 2 - rei

if the world was ending - stay the night - rei

la vida buena (cncomuch au) masterlist - rei

[prettymuchnigga]

This isn’t a joke anymore. I need Zion to marry me neowww

[imdreamingofaplaceicallhome]

Pretty Much Preference #3: Summer Break

Austin: I watched the clock tick slowly, I wanted out of this classroom. It seemed as if time stood still for the last moments of the class. Finally, the bell rang and we were all leaving the classroom. I made my way to my locker and put my books in and shut the door. I wouldn’t need them for a few weeks because it was finally summer break. Austin came up behind me wrapping his arms around me. Picking me off the ground spinning us around, I laughed as I held onto his arms. He placed me back onto the ground and turned me around so I was facing him. I smiled up at him, leaning upon my tippy toes kissing him softly. He smiled against my lips wrapping his arms around my waist. Pulling me closer to him as he kept the kiss between us. “Get a room” my friend said as she walked past us. “summer break” I smiled. I grabbed Austin’s hand intertwining our fingers together. I walked with him to his car, he opened the door for me. I got into his car he leaned over kissing my cheek before closing the door. He got on the other side of the car, we drove off from the school parking lot. It was official we were free from school for three months. For the first few days we didn’t do much, just hang out at each others house. “Let’s go down to the beach” he suggested one morning. “Sounds fun,” I said. He went back to his house to get a few things as I got my things together. I waited for him to return and then we were off. I turned the radio on, rolling down the windows. The wind blowing with good music going, it was good vibes. He reached over grabbing my hand as he focused on the road. I smiled as I looked at him leaning over the seats kissing his cheek softly. I placed my feet up on the dashboard, my hand against the back of his neck. Singing at the top of our lungs as we made it to the beach. We finally got to the beach, we sat up a place to put our stuff down. I sat down on the towel and looked up at him, wondering what he was about to do. “You are not going to lay out in the sun all day,” he said. “Why?” I asked. “Because we are going to have fun,” he said. “Like what?” I looked at him. “They are teaching people how to surf,” he said. “Can you surf?” I questioned. “That’s why we are going to learn” he smirked, grabbing my hand. I got up from my spot and followed him, I couldn’t wait to see him eat the water. He put on the wet suit and choose a board. He started going out into the water, I stood back and watched him. He tried to catch his first wave but crashed down, I tried my best not to laugh but it was hilarious. He finally gave up and came out of the water, I watched him as he made his way back to where I was at. “Are you ok?” I asked. “Yeah, don’t think surfing is my thing” he chuckled slightly. “I see that,” I said as I looked at him. He took off his wet suit and sat next to me. “I’m sure if you wanted to surf you could do it” I said. “Probably,” he said as he rested his arms on his knees. He got up from his spot, I thought he was going to get food. I was wrong as he picked me up and started running towards the water. I screamed for him to put me down but he crashed into the water with me. The waves started crashing over us, he pulled me close to him. I wrapped my arm around his neck and kept him close, leaning up slightly kissing him softly. We played around in the water, splashing each other and seeing who can hold their breath the longest. We finally got out of the water when the sun started to set. I wrapped a towel around me and sat down, he sat behind me so that I was in between his legs. He wrapped his arms around me as we watched the sunset. “Perfect ending to today,” I said as I played with his hand. “Perfect” he smiled as he kissed my cheek. I didn’t have much I wanted to do on summer break, I just wanted to spend time with him.

Nick: I was counting down the days until we left to head to California. It was something my family did every summer but this time my boyfriend was coming. We had everything planned out including getting tickets to Coachella.  I knew my parents didn’t like it because the trip was meant to be a family vacation. It was just a weekend out of three months in California so I’m sure my parents would be ok. “Ready?” Nick as he placed his bag in the car. “The real question is are you?” I questioned. “Of course” he smiled slightly. “Three months with my family” I looked at him. “Yea but that includes you too” he wrapped his arms around me. “Yea, only thing that’s keeping me sane” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Ok you two, let’s go,” my mom said as she pulled us apart. We got into the van and we were on our way to California. It was going to be a three-day drive but the sights we saw were well worth it. We finally got to our hotel, I didn’t even realize since I had fallen asleep against Nick. “Baby” he nudged me slightly. “Uh?” I sat up. “We are here” he rubbed my back. “Good because I’m so over this van,” I said as I got out of the van. I grabbed my bag and made my way into the hotel. I got my hotel key and finally found my room. Nick wasn’t too far behind with his bags. I opened the door and placed my bag down before laying down in the bed. “Are you that tired?” he asked as he got over top of me. “Yes I am, the last drive was the longest” I looked up at him. “True” he leaned down and kissed me softly. “Cuddles?” I asked. “Of course,” he said as he stood up. I got up and got ready for bed as he did as well. I laid down turning the light off as he made his way into the bed. We cuddled together and it wasn’t long before we both were fast asleep. In the morning I snuggled closer to him, not wanting to get out of bed. “Morning,” he said in his raspy voice. “Morning” I traced patterns on his chest. “You wanna go grab some breakfast?” he asked. “We could or we could just cuddle” I snuggled closer to him. “We need to eat then we need to figure out where we need to be,” he said. “Yea I know” I sighed slightly as I sat up. He got up from the bed and got dressed, I got dressed as well. We made our way down to the lobby to meet my parents. We went to get breakfast and talked about the plans for the day. We ended up taking a tour of Los Angeles, sightseeing mainly doing the tourist things. After we got back to the hotel we just relaxed for the rest of the day. Nick and I were excited for the Coachella weekend that we had planned all of our outfits. “These are all so cute and matching” I smiled. “ill match you any day” he wrapped his arms around me. In the morning we got up early so we could start the drive. Our hotel wasn’t too far but we didn’t know how traffic would be. We finally parked and got into the venue. We got our wrist bracelets, grabbed a few drinks as we started to walk around. “Where to first?” he asked. “Doesn’t matter to me” I smiled as I grabbed his hand. We decided on a random stage and laid down the towel. I sat down with my drink as he sat behind me, placing his arm around me. I leaned back against him just enjoying the music. After a while we deiced to go get food and just walk around, he kept his arm around me. Once we finished eating we made our way down to another artist set. “Come on,” I said as I grabbed his hand. “What?” he chuckled as he followed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and started dancing with him. He placed his hands against my hips. He leaned down and kissed me softly, I smiled against his lips. “Should I even ask if you’re having fun?” he whispered in my ear. “I’m always having fun when I’m with you” I whispered into his ear. I laid my head down against his shoulder as we moved to the music. We left pretty late and got to the hotel in the wee hours of the morning. We crashed as soon as we hit the bed, and just to think we had another day. I snuggled to his chest as I could hear my phone going on. I ignored it and rolled back to snuggle to him. “let’s skip today” he groaned. “Sounds like a plan” I whispered. We skipped Coachella day 2 and just relaxed at the hotel, having dinner with my family. The rest of our L.A. trip was full of laughter and fun, it was nice to have him around. My family loved him and so did I.

Authors Note: I started this back in the summer, I don't know if you guys want me to finish it or not. Let me know if you do. I also know Coachella is in April and nowhere near summer break. I just went with it so I hope you enjoy it! 

[pm-my-hubbies]

Hi Lovelies!

I know it’s been a hot minute since I’ve really posted on here but I’m trying to get back into writing now as it’ll play a HUGE part in my career.

For those of you that are fans for my Austin Porter series, Mother Knows Best, I’ve created a group chat for you all to help me work on the third part. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve deleted the draft for this particular segment in the series but just know that I’ve done it one too many times and I’m frustrated at this point.

Anywho, the group chat is for you all to shoot some ideas my way on what you want/expect to be in the third part. Whatever you put out will definitely make a huge impact on this fic and I will make sure to give you all credit for helping me out.

If you’d like to join the group chat, the name is literally titled Mother Knows Best (3)...? I know, it’s not original but I couldn’t come up with anything else. Also, you don’t have to join the chat just for the sake of giving me ideas; this can be our little friend group chat and after I finish this part of the series, I might change the name depending on who wants to stick around.

Love you all!💕

[yoitsseavey]

What girls would they date | PrettyMuch

Brandon

I think Brandon would date a multitalented girl; she'd be good at sports, great at cooking, nice to everyone, over all a great person. She'd probably be blonde and a little bit crazy. She'd be in for adventures and she'd want to have a big family with him.

Edwin

Edwin would date a hot sassy girl who does not give a fuck about what others think of her. She'd be sarcastic as hell and would brush off the people who'd get on her nerves. She'd be feisty and sometimes hard to handle but that's what he loves about her- it ain't easy. She'd be talkative and in occassions a goofball.

Austin

Austin's girl would be the adventures yet introverted one. She'd be in for random roadtrips with him but she'd also be for that eight a.m. cuddling in bed watching anime. She'd be silly yet extremly kind to everyone. She'd love all animals and together they'd have a little kitten, Joy. Their relationship would be an adorable, cheerful one.

Nick

Nick's girlfriend would be a real sweetheart. She'd love all of his friends and family, respect everyone and wanted to make a big family with him one day. She'd try to advise him in music even though she had no clue about it, but just to be there for him. She'd always be full of advice but only for him, but also for his best friends.

Zion

I'm think of Zion's girlfriend as a short fiesty thang that would have a big mouth and even bigger thighs. She would be a mother, a wife, a best friend and a girlfriend all in one to him. She'd go crazy when he'd stay after two a.m. out without saying anything to her but that's one thing he likes most about of her.

[totespoppunk]

@thino-thinspo: Hi can you make a Prompt about Edwin taking care of the reader on her period.

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I'm sorry it took so long but I hope it's worth it💓

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Ok so I feel like Edwin would leave early in the morning to go to the studio and you would just wake up in agony. And you like don't want to bother him because you know he and the boys are stressing to get this album out within the next year so you don't text him unless he texts you first.

He messages you a few times through the day but you only give him short, on-the-surface responses and he knows something's up.

So as he's recording he gets more worried and anxious and has to step out after Austin leans over and asks why he's off.

"I'm worried about Y/N," he admits in hushed tones, "she's acting really weird."

Austin tells him to call you because at least that way you will actually talk to him. So he calls you and he can tell by your voice that something is really off so he tells the others it's an emergency and rushes home.

And when he gets there he calls out for you and your voice is weak when you call to him from the bedroom and he finds you crumpled in the fetal position with messy tissues and tears scattered on your cheeks and he just falters.

You try to cover it up as you sit up and wipe your eyes but he just crawls on the bed and just surrounds you with his body.

His arms are tight around you but not uncomfortable, lips pressed to your temple as he whispers "what do you need?"

He doesn't even ask what's wrong he just knows that he'll do whatever you ask.

You tell him about your cramps, the shitty dull thump of a headache and how you just want chocolate and you're about to start crying again when he kisses your cheeks and lips and promises he'll be right back.

So he skitters off to the kitchen to gather supplies and as best you can you clean up your tissues and stick them in the trash, lean over to turn on your candle warmer and flip on the TV.

By that time he's back, loaded with a heating pad, your favorite chocolate (he probably hid a secret stash from you for moments like this) Advil and a bottle of water, and your heart bursts because this boy loves you.

So he snuggles in with you and tries to find your favorite movie on Netflix and, screw the pain, you kiss the daylights out of him.

When he pulls back and asks, "what was that for?" with a little smile on his face, you just smirk back and say "I just really, really love you."

And without a doubt his heart would melt because this boy is gone for you, and to know you're gone for him too makes him feel like he could rule the world.

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A/N: this was a lot more than I expected but I hope you enjoyed! This is the first time I've written in a while, and for Edwin, but my heART IS SOFT. and I almost switched lanes writing this. If you have any prompts, please send them my way. Love and adore you all✨

[portersfilms]

attention (z.k)

prompt: you want attention, and z just wants to win a game 

requested: not exactly but i saw @sicksadgen ask for someone to write it, and it sounded cute sooo

warnings: nothing :)

you sat across the couch from zion, leaned against the arm with your toes digging into his thigh. your phone had been entertaining you for a good half hour while the boy played countless rounds of fortnite, raging every time he gets down and no one is around to heal him. you huffed out a sigh, tossing your phone down and examining zion. he sat with his elbows resting on his knees, his shoulders hunched over as his face twitched with the games movements. you pouted to yourself, watching as he lost another game, a string of explicitives escaping his mouth but still starting a new game. all you wanted at this point was some attention, and you had decided that you were going to get it. you grabbed your phone, standing you took the few steps to stand in front of him but not blocking his view. his eyes shot up to your figure for a second before returning the the screen. 

‘what’s up baby’ he spoke, an accomplished smile sneaking onto your face as he adressed you, but you stayed quiet. you simply nudged one of his elbows, stifling a laugh as he continued to question what you were doing. ‘bro what the hell are you doing’ he exclamined as you almost knocked the controller out of his hands. you found your space, your legs on either side of him, wrapped around his back and your arms around his torso. he sighed in what seemed like annoyance as you tucked your head into the crook of his neck. 

‘give me attention’ you mumbled, smiling softly as he laughed, cursing softly as one of his squad members was shot down but resting his head on your shoulder. you sat like that for a while, your eyes getting hazy as he ceased on the raging and now just placed soft kisses on your shoulder, mumbling angrily if he was killed or injured but it didn’t faze your attitude, you wanted his attention and you got it. your eyes started to fall shut , your lashes brushing across his neck as they came to a close. a soft smile stayed on his face as he shut the console off and leaned back on the couch, allowing his eyes to close with the sounds of nothing but your soft snores in his ears. 

[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.

[piimentels]

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 ! )

[thotwonu]

Can we get a Zion or Edwin fluff, like I need it in my life rn

drea is writing some edwin fluff for y’all (literally we have 3 edwin fluff requests in our inbox rn), so imma go ahead and write some zion fluff bc he’s my favorite to write bc i feel like we think the same? idk ANYWAY HAVE SOME FLUFF -rei

you were sitting on the counter in the kitchen wearing one of z’s hoodies while he cooked for you. you’d spent the last few hours in zion’s bedroom relearning each other after being separated while he was on tour. you had music playing and you kept dancing as much as you could from the counter. zion kept looking over at you with a relaxed smile on his face.

he covered the pan of whatever magic he was making and walked over and stood between your legs tugging at the strings of his hoodie. “you look real cute in my clothes baby girl,” he said before pressing his lips to yours. you hummed into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck.

he pulled away slowly and went back to the food before putting it on plates for the two of you and giving you a piggyback ride to the table with a plate in each hand. once you made it to the table zion had you sitting in his lap while the two of you ate. he was being clingier than usual but you really weren’t complaining.

being with zion again was really everything you needed. yes, the sex was great, spectacular even, but there was so much more to your relationship than that and you loved it. you loved that you could spend hours in the bedroom and still have things to discover about each other the next time around. you loved that you could sit and watch him play dumb video games that you only kinda followed because you could tell how much fun he was having. you loved that he would sit and watch you do your hair and makeup or even fuckin’ sit while you were doing homework and not complain about it at all.

now that zion was home again, you could talk to him about all the stuff that had happened while he was on tour. of course, you’d talked on the phone daily while he was gone, but there was something about talking to him in person that just hit different. once you were both done eating you went back to his room and he turned on a movie to play in the background while you talked. with the led lights glowing and the movie playing behind your words it was so easy to fall deeper in love with zion.

this was something you had only dreamed about when you were growing up. this was the kinda love people wrote stories about. that people made movies about. that people wrote songs about. the ups and the downs, you wouldn’t give up a second of it. all your dreams came true in the form of this tall, canadian, fool. sitting in his bed laughing about something dumb at 2AM when you should both be sleeping because you have things to do in the morning, those were some of your absolute favorite moments. “i love you so fucking much zion,” you sighed as you crawled into his lap and started playing with his chains. “well good, because i love you so fucking much too,” he said tipping you backwards and pressing kisses on the parts of your neck he could reach. he whispered, “imma marry your ass some day.” and all you could do was kiss him in agreement.

[babyczk]

omg can you do a lil something on like maybe zion is looking for simba but turns out you two were cuddled up together somewhere in the house

we going ✈️ soft

“y’all seen simba?” zion questioned, walking back into the house from the backyard, his thick eyebrows furrowed as he looked around.

brandon shrugged from his position on the couch, the light from the laptop illuminating from his glasses. “i haven’t seen him.”

zion cursed under his breath, mumbling about how simba could never sit still. he’d been in the shower, and since simba has to sit outside the curtain when he’s in there, zion decided to close the door behind him, but now, he was having trouble finding the small furry animal.

in a last ditch effort, he decided to check his room, knowing that you were in there taking a nap, and had been avoiding that area as to not disturb you. taking the steps two at a time, he pushed open the door slowly, peeking his head in. immediately, his expression melted when he saw the exact scene on his bed.

you were bunched up under the blanket, simba tucked under your arm. your face was smoothed out as you slept, your chest rising and falling, soft snores leaving your lips.

simba lifted his head upon seeing zion in the doorway, letting out a silent yawn. coming into the room fully, zion kicked off his shoes, pressing his finger to his lips as he looked at simba.

“shhh, mamas is sleeping,” he whispered, getting into the bed next to you. you shifted, turning over and opening your eyes slightly as a sleepy smile graced your lips.

“sorry. i know you wanted to go the movies later.”

zion let your head fall onto his chest. “i’d rather be here then at the movies. we can go some other time.”

you hummed, the drowsiness hitting you again. simba whined from your other side, getting up and moving so that he was laying in between you and zion. you both chuckled, zion running his fingers through the dogs fur in a way to calm him down.

pressing a kiss to your temple, zion fell into a comfortable position, cherishing the moment that he didn’t ever want to end.

[imdreamingofaplaceicallhome]

Pretty Much Preference #1: Moving in

Austin: I couldn't wait until I was 18 to finally be on my own. Little did I know that was harder than I ever thought it would be. I struggled but I was determined to make it on my own. With the new band, my boyfriend Austin was always gone or at the studio. I was beyond proud of him but sometimes I wished we would have more time together. He finally invited me to the studio so I could see him work, I loved to watch him singing. I made my way to the studio, I had to wait until someone opened the door. "Hey" he smiled as he opened the door. "Finally," I said as I hugged him. "I've missed you" he wrapped his arms around me pulling me to his chest. "Not as much as I've missed you" I mumbled against his chest. "Come on they are waiting for me" he grabbed my hand leading the way. We made it into the room where everyone was at, of course, I hugged everyone. I sat down next to Austin as he put his arm around my shoulder. I leaned against his chest as Nick was in the booth. He kissed my forehead as I started to play with his hand. It was moments like this that I missed the most when he was away. "There was something I wanted to ask," he said. "Sure what is it?" I responded. "Well we are getting a group house" he started off. "Oh that's cool, you will love it" I nodded. "I want you to move in, the guys already said it was ok," he said. "Wait, what?" I sat up so I could look at him. "I want to know if you would move in with us," he said. "I would love that" I smiled slightly. "Good, it just means more time together," he said. "That's always a good thing," I said. "So will you?" he questioned again. "Yea I would" I nodded. "Good" he kissed me softly. "When?" I questioned as I pulled back from his kiss. "In about two weeks" He nodded. "Alright, so I have time to pack," I said. "SHE SAID YES!" He yelled out to the whole studio. Everyone started to cheer and hug me, I was beyond excited to be moving in. I moved in with them about a month after they got the house. I wanted them to be settled in before I moved in, it was something that I would have to get used to.

Nick: I was always the type of girl that never wanted to be alone. I didn't always have to be in a relationship but I just wanted someone around. I meet Nick at a bar and we just hit it off. It was hard to explain because I never felt this way before. We just completed each other, like puzzle pieces. “What are you doing today?” he asked into the phone. “I'm not sure because I have today off, you want to come over?” I asked. “Sure, I'll be over soon,” he said. “Alright see you soon babe” I smiled. “Alright bye,” he hung up. I slipped on a pair of jeans before making my way downstairs. I sat on the couch as I waited for him to come over. I saw him pull up so I opened the door as he got out of the car. “Hey,” I said as I leaned against the door frame. “Hey” he smiled as he walked up the stairs. “I missed you” I hugged him. “I always miss you” He pulled me close to him. “Come in,” I said. “Let's go get something to eat first” he grabbed my hand. “Sure” I grabbed my phone before walking with him. We went down to our favorite local cafe, I went to get our seats as he ordered. I leaned back in the seat as I waited for him to come to the table. He sat down next to me as he placed our drinks down on the table. I grabbed mine and took a sip as I looked at him. “What?” he asked. “Nothing, thank you” I smiled. “For?” He looked at me. “For everything” I nodded. “I love you” he leaned over kissing me softly. “I love you” I smiled against his lips. “Can I asked you something?” he said as he rested his forehead against mine. “Yeah” I pulled away slightly. “I was going to look for new apartments tomorrow because my lease is almost up and I wanted something new,” he said. “So you want me to help?” I asked. “Yea” He took a sip of his drink. We finished our little date and went back to my apartment. We just spent the rest of the night cuddling up and talking. In the morning I went with him to look at apartments, I wasn't sure what he was looking for. The first two apartments were ok but I didn't fall in love with them but the last one was amazing. “I love this one,” I said. “Do you?” He brushed his thumb over my hand. “Yea this is perfect for you,” I said. “For us?” he asked. “Us?” I looked at him. “Yea, move in with me. Let's make this official” he said. “Really?” I asked. “Yes, this is our apartment,” He said. “I would love too” I hugged him to me. “Good, then let's sign this lease,” he said as he held me close. “Alright,” I smiled. We signed the lease and it was officially ours. I was always at his place or he was always at mine so why not move in together. Plus I hated being alone so it was for the best.

Edwin: I was glad that this was our final year of school. It wasn't that I hated school it was just the early mornings. Late evenings of studying, never feeling good enough. Always having something to do, I just wanted to relax with nothing to do. I knew Edwin felt the same way, but we would go to college in the spring. We had to get through our last few months of high school. I slammed my locker as I heard the bell ring, I knew I was late so why rush? “Hey” I heard Edwin. “Hey” I turned to face him. “Didn't wake up well this morning?” he placed his arm around my shoulder. “You know me” I sighed as I walked with him. “It happens to the best of us” he chuckled slightly. “Yea” I rolled my eyes playfully. “But you're not rushing to your class,” he said. “I'm already late so why rush?” I said as I grabbed his hand. “True,” he said. “Why aren't you in class?” I questioned. “Because I wanted to see you” he admitted. “Aw, you're sweet” I smiled as I looked at him. “Well you are my baby girl,” he said. “I love you,” I said. “I love you more” he kissed my cheek. “Not possible,” I said. “It is” he smirked. “Whatever you always say that” I stopped walking. “Because its true” he placed his hands on my hips. I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning up slightly kissing him softly. I felt him lift me up as he kept the kiss between us. “GET TO CLASS” I heard a teacher yell. I rolled my eyes as he put me down on the ground. I finally made it to my class as he made it to his. We meet up again at lunch and at the end of the day. “Meet at my place?” he asked as we walked out of school. “Sounds good, food?” I asked. “What you want?” he asked. “I don't care I just know I'm starving,” I said. “Alright, ill pick up something” he nodded. “Alright see you soon,” I said as I kissed his cheek. I got into my car as he got into his, I pulled off before him. I pulled into the driveway, his mom allowed me inside as we waited for him. I went upstairs to his room and laid on his bed. He finally came in with food, he sat down next to me giving me my food. We both sat on the floor and ate our food, things were quiet. After we ate we did our homework and then we just hung out with each other. Graduation was two weeks away and we both couldn't wait. “So what are you doing after graduation?” he asked. “I'm not sure yet, just want to relax for a few weeks before deciding,” I said. “Yea same,” he said. “Are we going to make it?” I asked. “Of course” he leaned over kissing me softly. “Good” I smiled against his lips. “I have something for you” he got up going to his closet. He came back and handed me a key before sitting down next to me. “What is this?” I looked at him. “My parents are letting me move into the beach house since its close to our school we are going to,” he said. “That's cool” I smiled as I gave him the key. “No this one is yours, I want you to move in with me,” he said. “Really?” I asked. “Yes, you are my forever,” he said. “My forever” I kissed his lips softly. “So?” He asked. “Yes, I will” I nodded as I looked at the key. We kinda moved in a few days before graduation, I couldn't wait to be with him all the time. It was hard at first but once we knew basically everything about each other it got easier.

Brandon: It was kind of hard having an older boyfriend. Brandon graduated a year before me and was already in college. It seemed like we could only see each other on the weekend. Sometimes that wasn't even possible, I missed being in the same school with him. I knew there were only a few more months before I was finished with school. He would be out of school for the summer so we had all summer to be together. Plus we would be going to the same college in the fall, but with different majors. It seemed like the day was dragging by as if it would never end. The final bell rung and I were out the door. I stopped by my locker to switch books and get the ones I needed. I walked to the back of the school with my best friend so we could get on the bus. I looked down at my phone and saw a message from Brandon. “Sorry girl, I have a ride,” I said. “Have fun?” she said as I started to walk the other way. I finally made it to where he was, he was leaning against his car as he waited. “Hey” I smiled as I rushed over to him. “Hey, you” he pulled me close to him. “I missed you,” I said. He placed his hand against my chin gently tilting it up. Placing his lips against mine softly kissing me. I leaned up on my tippy toes as I kept the kiss between us. “Thank you,” I said as I pulled away slightly. “Its Friday and I wanted to see my girl,” he said. “I always want to see you” I bite my lip as I looked up at him. “I know, I have dinner plans,” he said. “Sounds good, can I go and change?” I questioned. “Yea you can” he nodded. We both got into the car, he drove me back to my parent's house. “Are you waiting here or?” I asked. “I'll come and pick you up in about an hour,” he said. “Alright” I kissed his cheek before getting out of the car. I got into the house and ran upstairs, I didn't know what to wear. I also knew when he said dinner plans that it was probably fancy. I pulled out my little black dress with some gold jewelry. I was fixing my hair when I heard him blow his horn. I chuckled to myself as I finished up before heading out. I got into the car, he pulled me to him kissing me softly. “I love you,” I said as I wiped the lipstick from his lips. “I love you” he smiled. He pulled out of my driveway and he took us to our favorite restaurant. He got out and opened the car door for me, reaching for my hand. I grabbed his hand as I got out of the car. They seated us right away and he sat next to me, placing his arm around me. “I love it when you wear that dress” he whispered in my ear. “You like it better when its off” I looked at him. “True” he smirked. “We only come here for special occasions,” I said. “Yea and tonight is special,” he said. “Oh?” I looked at him. “Yea its been 4 years since we have been dating” he looked at me. “No that is in May” I looked at him confused. “Ok today is the day 4 years ago when I saw you, and you stole my heart,” he said. “Aw,” I smiled. “Plus I wanted to ask you something,” he said. Before he could ask me we ordered our food and our drinks. He grabbed my hand as he turned facing me, I played with his fingers as I looked at him. “What is it?” I asked. “I'm tired of this game we are playing” he started off. “Game?” I looked at him worried. “I love you and I want to spend more time with you,” he said. “And I want the same Brandon” I admitted. “Move in with me,” he said. “What?” I looked at him. “Move in with me, I want to wake up beside you. I want to hold you when we fall asleep. I want you to be there when I get home” he said. “You do?” I asked. “Of course I do, I can't imagine you not being in my life,” he said. “I would love to wake up to you,” I said. “That's a yes?” He asked. “Yes,” I smiled as I saw him smile grow.  He pulled me close to him, I wrapped my arms around him. I knew this day would come but not as soon as it did. We searched for apartments and finally found one, our next chapter was about to start.

Zion: I was always on the go, from college to the gym to my job. I was always busy but I wouldn't have it any other way, Zion always managed to keep up. Our relationship was fun and easy going, it was easy being with your best friend. I made my way behind the bar, putting my apron on. I clocked in and started my shift right away, I saw Zion come in and sit at the bar. “Hello, how may I help you?” I asked as I walked over to him. “I would like a glass of water and you” he smirked. “Oh me?” I bite my lip as I grabbed a glass. “Always you,” he said. “Here you go” I put the glass of water in front of him. “What about the other thing?” He asked. I leaned over the bar grabbing his shirt, kissing him softly but intensely. “There's my girl” he smirked against my lips. “always yours” I smiled as I pulled away. “How long is tonight's shift?” he asked. “Until midnight,” I said. “You crashing at mine tonight?” he asked. “If you will have me,” I said as I started getting another order ready. “Of course, you don't even have to ask that,” he said. “Thanks,” I said as I walked away giving the other order to the table. We would talk when I was at the bar but mainly he was there to watch the game. He always liked to keep an eye on me while I was working too. Plus I just liked having him around, because I could kiss him whenever I wanted. “Wing?” I asked as I came back to the bar. “You know it,” he said as he watched the tv screen. I rolled my eyes playfully and got his wings, bringing them back out to him. My shift was coming to an end and I must admit that I was ready to get off my feet. “Almost time, you got this,” he said. “Thanks, Zion but I'm beat” I sighed. “I know but you got this” he reassured me. I finally clocked out and sat down next to Zion, he could tell I was exhausted. He picked me up from the stool and took me to his car. I laid the seat back as I started to relax, he took us back to his apartment. He picked me up from my seat as I had fallen asleep. He took me up to his bed, slipping my shoes off as well as my jeans before laying me in bed. He got into the bed with me cuddling me close to him as he drifted off to sleep. I snuggled close to him as I felt the cold air creep in. The sun started to peek through the window, I hid my face into his neck. “Good morning” he chuckled. “Morning” I groaned. “Why don't you just move in?” he whispered. “You want me to?” I asked. “Of course I do, I love waking up to you,” he said. “Well we are basically already living together, I stay here all the time” I admitted. “Ok then just move your stuff in and make it official,” he said. “I will because I love waking up in your arms” I snuggled closer to him. “Good” he kissed my forehead. He was right because I was always at his place so why did I need my own apartment?

[pm-my-hubbies]

Mother Knows Best | A.P.

Summary: A visit back home to see Austin’s family suddenly turns sour when readers life is exposed.

Word Count: 1.2k

Pairing: Austin Porter x Black!Reader

A/N: This is a bit of an AU fic. I know Mama Porter would never be like this towards Austin’s lovers but the idea came to mind while I was at work today. And I used him because our hearts need more Austin content on here so here you go.

“Be yourself, he said. She’ll love you, he said.” I angrily muttered as I tossed a T-shirt of mine back into my suitcase. “Love me my ass. I’m getting the Hell outta here.”

In the few hours I’d been inside of Austin’s childhood home, I believed everything was going according to plan. We flew from Los Angeles to Charlotte, North Carolina because somebody had been begging to meet me, Austin’s girlfriend of six months. I bonded with Ryan over simple guy topics; sports, TV shows, the latest video games, you name it. Mason wasn’t here due to prepping for his wedding but Austin promised to FaceTime him later for the introduction. Mr.Porter resembled my father; chill but made sure to remind his sons who the man of the house was. Mrs.Porter? Well, she was a different story.

I went along with Austin’s words prior to us flying out here: being myself. And I believed she accepted that. Like any other kid with their parent, I revealed my goals and dreams as an individual, how school was panning out for me, what I did to earn money, what my parents did for a living, and so on. His mom attentively listened, like she was genuinely interested in the life I was raised in and built for myself when my parents set me free. She offered advice when my struggles were exposed and throughout her speaking, Austin held my hand like the caring boyfriend he was.

I scoffed. Caring. It didn’t even fit him anymore! He was more than likely downstairs plotting how to tell me things were over.

Moments before I commenced my repacking, I was headed downstairs for the dessert Mrs.Porter promised was “the best in the household”. What stopped me from entering the kitchen was hushed but frantic whispering.

“I don’t know Austin. Something doesn’t feel right.” whispered his mother. “I don’t think she’s the right one for you.”

“Mom, what the Hell?” he responded. I knew that phrase with him. When said, it was laced with confusion and frustration because Austin was currently at a loss for appropriate words to fit the scenario.

“Watch your tone! I am not one of your friends.” A deep sigh was heaved. “Sweetie, I don’t think she has her life together yet. From the looks of it, she’s having a difficult time with obtaining auditions.”

“So? What does that have to do with me?” By then, he was probably crossing his arms.

“Your career Austin. You’ve been placed in a band by one of the greatest music critiques on the planet. Y/N is just your average girl trying to make it as well but it’s not working for her. She’s not getting anywhere.”

“Mom, one of my duties as a boyfriend is to support her in anything she’s determined to do. Of course, she’s struggling but at the end of the day, I’m picking her back up so she can try again and eventually make it.”

“The last thing you need to be doing Austin is taking care of a child. Y/N is still in college and you’re not. You’ve got a job as a singer and you can’t let her lifestyle pull you down. The minute that happens, there’s no coming back up for air.”

Then there was silence and my stomach dropped. Austin wasn’t saying anything and when he didn’t say something, it meant he was mulling over his opponents response. It’s what he did with me before he agreed that I was right.

The silence was cut but the words pooling from my so-called boyfriends mouth didn’t cure my nerves. “Alright, I’ll um… I’ll talk to her. I mean, I didn’t even think of it like that.”

“Good. I just hope she understands that what you’re doing is for the best. For you and her.”

Who was this woman? Who was she to be judging my relationship with her son? Oh, that’s right: she’s Austin’s fucking mother. And like the old saying goes: “Mother knows best.”

I had just zipped up my suitcase when the bedroom door opened. Knowing it was Austin because we were supposed to be staying in his room for the time being, I refused to look at him as I heaved my bag off of his bed and onto its wheels.

“Wh-what’re you doing?” was the first thing he said. The nerve of this guy, I tell you.

“I’m leaving.” I simply answered.

“And going where?”

“Back to Los Angeles, Austin.” I turned around to finally look at him and immediately regretted doing so. His eyes held sadness behind them, something I rarely caught a glimpse of when he was doubting his skills as a singer. But then I remembered why my hand was gripping the handle of my luggage so hard that my knuckles lightened. “Don’t try to play the Guilt Card on me. I heard every single thing downstairs between you and your mother.”

“What?”

“Yeah, you forgot that I was coming back down for dessert? Seriously, if you’re going to talk about me, the least you can do is wait until I fall asleep or I’m at least a five minute drive from your house. You and her both had the audacity to question my life and how it would affect yours.”

He sighed in realization, placing his head in his hand. “Y/N, it’s not what you think.”

“Then what is it exactly that I’m thinking Austin? I heard her clearly: I’m not the one for you because I can’t get my shit together. And instead of you defending me, you side with her. What kind of bullshit is that?”

“Baby, you have to understand--”

“Don’t call me that, you do not get to call me that name after what I heard down there.” I snapped with my index finger pointing directly at him.

He huffed. “Fine. Y/N, you have to understand that she’s only looking out for you and me.”

I shook my head, appalled at his response. “Are you fucking kidding me right now? I’m the last person she’s thinking about. I’ve only known her for a few hours and she’s judging how our relationship is gonna end up because I’m not like you. I’m not famous and living on my own. I’m just a kid trying to graduate college and begin my career and she’s assuming my young adult life is going to ruin yours. Austin, she’s only thinking about you.”

“No she’s not!” he argued.

“Yes she is! And you’re too oblivious to see it because she’s your damn mother!” I yelled.

Both of our eyes widened in shock. I’d never raised my voice before, let alone Austin. And thinking about it now, my cheeks were wet from tears. Fuck, this is really screwing me up.

I shook my head and wiped my cheeks. Austin made a move to come forth and comfort me but I shoved his hands away, grasping the handle of my bag again.

“I have to go.” I spoke, a quiver obvious in my voice. Before I could exit the room, I faced Austin one last time. “When you finally go back to L.A., don’t even bother trying to hit me up on some friendly bullshit because that’s not what I wanted between us. Delete my number right now and don’t even think about getting your friends to contact me.”

He only stared with furrowed brows and watered eyes. All I could do was shake my head in shame and move on.

Part 2????

[thisisfateandthatsafact]

[3:03 pm] you hear the front door open, you look up from your phone and see that jisung came home very bubbly "hey baby, what's up" you ask, jisung just smiles. "are you gonna tell me why you're so happy?" "dunno, should i?" jisung smirks, you glare at him "do i want to know?" you smile at the tall boy "that's up to you"

[totespoppunk]

can prettymuch just be my valentine💘