#zion kuwonu blurbs

[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.

[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.

[ybnmara]

what if? || brandon arreaga blurb

author’s note : so this idea came with a video of Ali Gatie singing this song in a studio and thought it was the kind of song brandon could think of eheh; click here to hear what the part i’m talking about in this imagine sound like

words count : 0,5k+

warnings : none

"Do you think it’s a good beat? Like i thought about some lyrics too.." Brandon said after turning around to see you.

You were currently laying on Brandon’s bed listening to beat he had been creating for the past few days. Brandon was your best friend and he usually asked you advice on his songs. He loved how concerned and truthful you were about them. He knew you were musically inclined and that you would always give him great advice. If you didn’t like a beat/lyric etc you would tell him and help him better it. And right now he had a little inspiration block on this song lyrics. He knew where he wanted the song to go and needed more lyrics inspiration before asking the other member of prettymuch about it.

You knew your best friend and the other members of Prettymuch were talented and their talent was not fully recognized by their management. You didn’t understand why they wouldn’t let the boys release songs you knew would make the fans go crazy. Some songs that were not released were so good and had to stay in Brandon’s hard drive since they couldn’t release them. But you knew sometimes the boys would make the fans listen to their unreleased songs on live or would “accidentally” leak one of them. You already had that convo with Brandon about changing management so him and the boys could release more songs and his answer was always the same : it isn’t that easy.

"Yeah i love the beat! What lyrics do you have by now?" You said while sitting up on the bed to see the computer on Brandon’s desk a little bit better.

“It would go like what if i told you that i love you, would you tell me that you love me back; and maybe continue the same sentence with miss you” He said while putting back on the beat to sing on it the lyrics he had think of.

“Oh so like what if i told you that i love you, would you tell me that you love me back, what if i told you that i miss you, would you tell me that you miss me back” You start light singing on the beat who was playing. “And maybe then you could go for what if i told you that i need you” You said before Brandon turned back around to look at you. It amazed him how helpful you could be. 

He could totally see you working in music and offered you multiple times to help him on producing songs and having your name in the list of producers or writers when they were dropping songs. But you always declined. It was just something you loved doing as a hobby. You loved spending time doing it with Brandon, mostly because you were spending time with your best friend but you couldn’t see yourself doing it as a job.

"Love that. Gonna record it before i forget it”

Next thing you knew you were still sitting on Brandon’s bed watching him recording parts of a future song Prettymuch might internationally released.

[brattonez]

sub!Zion is the hottest thing ever like....he’s lips getting all pouty and him using his low voice to beg for you to touch him. him moaning when you grab his dreads and pull on them. he rolls his eyes back and bites his lips as you ride him slow, mumbling “yes” over and over....him just in completely bliss under you. 

[hoodmara]

Lying •Zion Kuwonu•

A/N: I’m in a writing frenzy and listening to this song got me SAD.

Concept: Zion gets drunk and calls his ex to invite her to a party. When she shows up, he doesn’t know what to do but stop lying

Warnings: angst, language

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Y/N sat out on the patio, her feet moving in circles as she dangled them over the edge of the pool. Her face was wearing a soft frown and her hands clenched the tiled concrete, trying hard not to let tears escape her ducts.

She couldn’t be inside at this party anymore, hell, she didn’t even know why she was still here. But her subconscious was aware, often times it would surface and never let her forget.

The back door slid open, letting the loud chants and laughter from the party seep out into the night. Quickly closing the door, Y/N heard footsteps approaching her slowly. She didn’t have to turn around to see who it was, his presence alone caused goosebumps across her skin.

“Why did you invite me to this?” She asked, not mad but genuinely confused. Even though she asked for a reason for his out of the blue call, she couldn’t explain why she actually showed up.

Zion rolled his pant legs up to his knees and crouched down, eventually sitting so he could match the girl’s movements in the pool. They were separated by two inches of space, clearly not being enough for Y/N, since she made the choice to scoot away from him.

“To be honest, I didn’t think that you would show up,” He responded, looking down into the cerulean water. Y/N let out a quick laugh, but it wasn’t from joy. The sarcastic and angry laugh stabbed at Zion’s chest, he could sense the annoyance that probably sprouted from his answer.

“So it was a joke? You called me after a year of not speaking as a joke? God, you’re so funny, Z.”

Zion flinched at the tone of her voice, not hearing it since their breakup. She had a special way of getting through to him, his stubbornness had never been a match to her sarcasm.

“Y/N, I was drunk, someone brought you up and I knew you couldn’t pass up a party,”

“Is this..is this you trying to explain yourself, ‘cause you’re doing a shit job,”

“I’m surprised you weren’t asleep…or that I wasn’t blocked,”

“If you would’ve called two months ago, you would’ve been,”

An awkward silence fell between them, giving Y/N a chance to calm herself down and Zion a moment to think about something smart to say.

“Why did you come, Y/N?” Zion asked quietly, scared that the girl would lash out again. She didn’t, because how could she possibly be mad at him for asking the question she had been asking herself for the last hour.

“You still mean something to me, regardless of how wrong you did me, and you sounded kind of..messed up on the phone,” She replied, looking up at the boy. He was scared to meet her eyes. They always had a way of pulling him in and he couldn’t let that happen.

“Oh, I was messed up, but I think I sobered up a lot when I saw you walk in,” He admitted, toying with the dreads that hung low in his eyes.

“You looked like you were having fun,”

“I wasn’t,” Zion quickly corrected, then continued, “I walk around here, acting like I’m hot shit and flirting with all these girls, but I’m just trying to prove that I’m ok after what happened, you know, between us.”

Y/N sat quietly, processing Zion’s honesty. He was never like this, it was clear that he was still very much under the influence.

“I’m not over you, at all,” Zion finished, laying back onto the concrete. It was still warm from the summer sun, the humidity causing a thin sheet of sweat to appear on the boy’s forehead. That, and his latest confession.

“You— you what? You’re the one that’s not over me? Zion, you fucking cheated on me, twice!” Y/N exclaimed, moving her legs out of the pool. She scrambled into a standing position and Zion matched her movements, feeling a wave of anxiety crash over him at the sudden confrontation.

“I know, Y/N, and I’m sorry for that, I truly am,”

“You’re a goddamn sociopath, you know that? It’s like you enjoy seeing me like this,” she ranted, the hot tears now flowing down her cheeks. Zion raised a hand to wipe them away, but the girl quickly slapped it away. “You don’t get to miss me, Zion, you gave me up, you lost me.”

The words felt like a knife against his throat, cutting deep and hurting just as bad. He couldn’t blame her for being mad, if he was in the same position, he’d be just as pissed.

“Can you just listen to me? Please? I know I don’t deserve it, but I never got to explain myself,” Zion begged. Y/N rolled her eyes and shot an annoyed glare at the man in front of her, giving him a space to continue. Zion’s hands began to shake as he spoke.

“What I did with her, I regret it. I keep lying to myself, thinking that if I act like it doesn’t affect me, it won’t, but it always does. Thinking about what I did to you makes me hate myself and I can blame you for doing the same,”

“I don’t hate you,” Y/N mumbled, looking down at her damp legs.

“You should, I was an idiot, I am an idiot,” Zion said. Y/N looked up at Zion and soaked into his brown eyes, missing the soft way they would scan over her face to try and understand what she was feeling.

“We can never be back to where we are, I’ve moved on and I think you need to do the same,” Y/N spoke, picking up her sandals from the side of the pool. She walked to the back door, getting ready to go back home before she left Zion with one more painful thought, “I loved you with all I had and I really hoped that we could be ok, but you took too long. So delete my number, I can’t wake up another night to your name on my screen.”

With that, she left, leaving Zion to stand in the sticky summer air. Trying to hide the tears that coated his cheeks, he walked back inside, going back to being the life of the party.

He could only hope that they believed his lies, because he was not ok.

Even in the slightest.

[nickmuch]

c.z.k - high school (part 1)

PART 2 / PART 3

Note: another day, another nothing-to-do-at-work-so-imma-write moment! This time for my baby z bc why not. Also, this ended up being WAY longer than expected. Wrote nearly 5 pages, but that’s what happens when you’re bored

I walked down the hallway quickly. The bell would soon ring and I really didn’t feel like being late to class. Again. On my second official day on this new school. So, I picked up my pace thinking it was a good idea, but oh boy was I wrong. Keyword: boy.

Suddenly, I bumped into something and fell down. When I looked up, I saw a tall boy with pretty tan skin. He was beautiful. His hair was twisted into dreads and pulled together by a baby blue scrunchie to securely get them out of his face. He had mesmerizing deer eyes, his lashes so long and beautifully curled. And his lips. Oh god, his lips. Slightly pouty and parted. A hand was stretched out in front of me. He spoke first, making me abruptly stop staring at him and turn my gaze low.  “You good? Did you hurt yourself of something?”. Grabbing his hand, I allowed him to help me on my feet. “Erm … no, it’s all good. Sorry, I wasn’t really looking because I- “. The ring of the bell interrupted me. “- was gonna be late to class. And now I am” I finished. He gave me a quick nod before slowly making his way down the other side of the hall, probably already wondering what stupid story he had to tell his teacher for being late.

“Honestly, if you are allowed to skip, then I am too”. Startled by the voice I turned around just to be met by my friend Edwin. Beside him, a boy with glasses and tousled dark hair waved at me shily. We weren’t even really friends yet. My parents were no longer here so his mom decided that as the daughter of her best friend, I should stay with them from now on instead of a shelter or relative I didn’t even know. Truth be told, I hadn’t seen the Honorets in years since my mom used to always visit them on her own during her business trips to New York. However, they made me feel welcome and home quite immediately, so I didn’t feel uncomfortable with staying with them. At first, Edwin protested a little bit because me moving in meant that he had to room with his two little siblings, so I could have his.

“Edwin and friend of Edwin, go to class”. Rolling my eyes, I tried to make my way down the hall. “Mrs. Robertson won’t let you in her class now anyways. She doesn’t tolerate tardiness” his friend spoke. “And you are?” I asked kind of annoyed. “Oh, that’s Brandon” Edwin chirped in. “And we” he gestured between the three of us before locking his arm with mine and the other with Brandon’s. “Are going to enjoy this beautiful free lesson”. And thus, we reluctantly followed him into the empty art room, so he could finish his painting while Brandon and I just mingled around, occasionally saying a thing here and there.

“Ed, I am hungry! We’ve been in this room for hours now. Haven’t you finished your painting by now?” Brandon complained. I just agreed with an exaggerated nod of my head. “Ugh, fine! You guys are too uncultured to understand the true beauty and excitement in this. An artist needs their time and full concentration to paint a masterpiece and-” he rambled without an end on sight.

“Is he always like this? I’ve only been here for a week and most of my time was spent with the kiddos anyways”. His friend laughed and answered with a genuine smile and nod. “- but since it’s time for lunch now anyways and I am starving, I think it’s time for a proper break”.

Happily, we jumped up and dragged him behind us to the cafeteria. After getting our food, they slowly made their way towards a table in the back of the lunch room. Three guys were already sitting there talking and when we got closer, I noticed a familiar face. My cheeks burned under his heavy gaze. “Guys, this is my friend I told y’all about” Edwin turned to them to fully introduce me. “… so this is Austin” he pointed to the boy with the anime backpack on his side of the table. Austin gave me a quick smile before the shorter boy with a base cap on his head spoke up. “I am Nick. Nice to meet you”. He shook my hand firmly and sat down.

“And this is –“

“Zion” the boy from earlier interrupted Ed. “Uhm, yeah. This is Zion. Thanks for interrupting, man. I am totally used to this by now” he complained about his friend, which made the rest of the group laugh. Everyone, but me and Zion. His eyes never left mine when I sat down between Ed and B. It made me feel nervous to have a guy stare at me like that. It wasn’t even a staring, but more like an observing. I felt like he didn’t like me, though. His gaze made me feel uncomfortable and like an intruder to their group. Shaking my head slightly, I tried to join the conversation between the other four. “This party will be massive!” Nick exclaimed. “It’s the beginning of the school year, everyone will go. Trust and believe!”. Brandon and Austin seemed so hyped about it already, dragging Nick into their own little conversation to plan everything for the upcoming night. “We’re going, right?” Edwin asked me precisely.

Honestly, it was really nice and cute of him to include me in everything and making me genuinely feel like a part of his family and friends. He had even introduced me as his “twin sister from another mister” to our teachers. Our math teacher was very confused by it and asked Edwin how that was even possible, to which he only answered with “Mr. T! With all due respect, but you’re asking too many questions, sir. She’s my twin sister that used to live somewhere in Canada or something, ion even know. T’was Canada, right?”. He didn’t even give me a chance to answer him. “Doesn’t really matter. What matters is, that she’s here and she’s here to stay! And we might not look alike and she might have a different last name”. This made me cackle. “But! She’s still my twin sister and that’s all to know”. Mr. Toya seemed to regret even asking by the way he had already dragged Edwin out of his class in hopes of making him stop talking.

“Sure” I answered him with a soft smile. It was clear that they wanted to go and I didn’t want to be the party pooper by saying no. “Great! Aye yo Z, you picking us up by 8 then?”. That’s when I noticed that his eyes were still on me. Zion nodded shortly without ever breaking eye contact.

Later in the evening I found myself in Edwin’s room – or how he liked to call it “the twin closet” since more than half of it was full with boxes of mine and also his clothes. He sure had more things to wear than I did, though. “Look, if you wear this white crop t-shirt” he rummaged through a box of mine. “And this silky thingy here” he was holding up my darkish red silky jogger pants. “Plus your white air force one’s and this dope black fanny pack” he handed me all the items. “Then, you won’t overshine my fit and we gucci”. His smile was so dangerously serious that it made me not want to mess with him when it came to outfits. So, I just gave him an “Okay”, and got up to get dressed in the bathroom.

Even though, I didn’t feel like going, I still found myself in the backseat of Zion’s car quietly humming along to the Drake and PARTYNEXTDOOR song that was playing. It was nice and chill rather than too loud and hype on our way to the place. The boys didn’t even let him finish park the car before running off to god knows where in the house. “I guess it’s only you and me then, tonight” he said. I was okay with this, even though his presence did make me feel nervous since I couldn’t really read him as easily as I could with the rest of PRETTYMUCH. Apparently their 5-person-group had a name due to the fact that he used to over-use the word back in middle school and thus, it just stuck with them from then on.

“Z! Over here!” A girl with long and straight dark hair waved from the other side of the front yard. Her black dress was cut low in the front, complimenting her curves perfectly. With her heels-clad feet, she tried to make her way over to him. “Shit, gotta go! You on your own, I guess”. He rushed over to her before she could reach us, giving her a tight hug and leaving me all by myself in a foreign neighborhood of a foreign city with foreign people surrounding me. Great.

I spent most of the night in the kitchen, drinking some soda out of a blue solo cup. A couple hours had passed and three drinks later, I found myself wandering around the big house trying to find the bathroom. The one on the ground floor was obviously occupied by some horny teenagers, so I went upstairs. On my way down again, I heard faint music playing from one of the rooms.

Curiosity took the best of me and even though there was a high possibility I was going to walk into a couple trying to have fun, I still decided to open the door. To my surprise I didn’t find anyone in there trying to do the deed, but instead I found Zion sitting on the edge of the bed. One hand playing with his cup and the other gripping onto his phone securely. He didn’t even notice me with his eyes lowly staring at his feet.

“I sure hope it’s just some water you’re drinking”. His head shot up, tensing, before letting loose once he realized it was just me. “It’s coke. No alcohol. I don’t really drink”. He gave me an all over look before motioning for me to sit down next to him. The bed was small, so our legs were touching.

“What happened to your lady friend? Why are you chilling here all alone?” I wanted to know. After all, they did seem very familiar earlier. “Asya? Nah, she’s just a good friend of ours. A bit like a little sister”. Understanding what he said, I nodded and just continued to aimlessly look around the room. “And for the all alone part” he spoke up after a while. “I don’t feel like partying.”. “Yeah, same” I breathed out.

“Tell you what?”. He looked up with his full attention on me now. “You seem stressed and I think you might need someone to talk to that’s not part of your little PRETTYMUCH group” grinningly I said. With my hand I pushed his chest to make him lay down on the bed. Zion obliged and I waited for him to get comfortable before grabbing his phone to play another song. “Now tell me”. My head rested right next to his and my body was pressed right on him. Every inch of my left side was touching him somehow. “I’ll start then if you want?” I figured it would be easier for him to open up that way. With that, I told him about it all. From the reason I ended up in New York to Edwin’s glorious idea that I would be his twin. “I should’ve known. Edwin and his egghead always on some weird shit, I swear.” He had said in realization. Also, I let him know about my worst and best childhood memories, or the first time I tried to sneak out and how my dad caught me. Basically, everything that came to my mind.

“I don’t know what to say. It’s hard for me to talk about feelings and stuff” he finally said after I was done talking. No more stories were left to be told, I think he knew me better than I knew myself by now.

“Oh, so you like someone? Feelings and all?”. Patiently I waited for him to answer. This time, it was me who searched for his eyes to lock them in place with mine. For a second, I could feel him stop breathing. The soft voice of Bryson Tiller took over the room.

“There’s a time and place for all this

This is not the place for all this

Is there a reason why you’re saying all this?

And can we talk about it later?”

His gaze flickered between my eyes and over my face. “Maybe”. He licked his lips nervously. “Kinda. Or maybe not. I don’t know”. He grew more and more anxious by the second and I was sure he thought he was doing a great job by keeping a poker face, but really he was horrible at it. I could finally read him and to tell the truth, I didn’t mind what I found out.

Now, my heart started beating faster and doubt was slowly taking over me. Yet, I still said “Then find it out. Just take the risk”. With one last inhale of air, Zion took all of his courage and leaned in, capturing his soft lips with mine. It felt different, but a good different. A different I could get used to. My hand cautiously crept up his arm, delicately going up and down while we found a steady rhythm. A small moan escaped his lips. I silently prayed to god and begged him to make this moment last forever. He didn’t seem like a stranger to me anymore. It was as if we’ve known each other longer than we really thought, but at the same time this was crazy. All of this was crazy. Yesterday, I didn’t even know the name Zion existed. And yet, here I was, him kissing me and gripping my thigh. (I’ve been listening to Phases on repeat for days now, can you tell?)Promptly, he pulled away with full force. “I can’t, I mean we- we can’t! We shouldn’t” he bursted out. “Edwin is gonna be so disappointed in me when he finds out”. I wanted to silence him and say how that wasn’t true, but next thing I knew, the door flew open revealing – of course because the universe wouldn’t let me kiss a cute boy in peace for once – Edwin. Behind him the other three reluctantly followed like lost puppies. “So, I put two and two together and my senses did not betray me! I had a feeling y’all were up to something nasty in here!”. With a sigh, he was interrupted by Austin. “He’s lying, someone saw how first Zion and later you went in here. And for some odd reason, Eggie is playing protective brother”.

“Okay, so whatchu tryin’ to tell me is that we goin’ home cause Ed had some to drink and you need my car?”.

“… Yep”.

Zion abruptly got to his feet, pulling me up with him in the process. The ride home was actually quite peaceful. Nick and Brandon fell asleep, all cuddled up while Austin tried to stop Edwin from drunk texting some random girl he hadn’t talked to in years. We drove them home, one after another left. When we arrived at the Honoret house, Edwin was quick on his feet. “I need my bed” he mumbled, rushing into the house.

This left me and Zion alone. Shily, I dared to turn my head towards him trying to see the expression his face held. “You know …” he began. His voice sounded a little shaky, yet it didn’t stop him from saying what was circling around in that precious head of his. “I think we can. And I think we should”. The smile on Zion’s face was contagious, I couldn’t contain myself from smiling back. Before walking to my front door, he gave me a long chaste kiss on the lips leaving me dizzy and occupied with my own cloudy thoughts.

“I think so, too” I whispered to no one in particular but myself while drifting off to a much needed peaceful sleep.

NOTE: I legit wrote all of this today in like idk 3 hours?? Whew chile, but it was worth it because I passed some time. Only two more hours left at work and I have nothing to do. Might start writing another imagine to pass some more time.

[babyczk]

zion concept

“wanna retwist my dreads for me?” he’d asked you one day, his hands subconsciously running through his hair, knowing he needed it done badly. you nodded, sitting up on the couch. “of course.” zion jogged into the bathroom, grabbing some clips and some twist and lock gel for you to use. you beckoned him to sit on the chair, standing in between his legs and beginning the work of sectioning his hair off. usually twisting his hair didn’t take that long, as your fingers moved at a rapid pace, but today, zion was a lot more touchy. his hands running up and down your sides, sometimes squeezing on your butt, to which you’d swat them away, needing to focus. he’d trace his fingers over your stomach, especially when you’d lift your hands to reach the back of his head, and your tank top would ride up. “z!” you’d say, your tone warning, but he knew you weren’t being too serious, instead giving you a sheepish grin which caused his dimples to show. “sorry baby, you’re just looking right in this outfit.”

[portersfilms]

hesitate (z.k)

prompt: loosely based off the song ‘hesitate’ by jonas brothers

requested: uhh kinda, prompt given to me by @cnco-much *kinda got carried away with the single prompt, so i’m sorry if it’s not what you wanted but hope you like it nonetheless*

warnings: none

smoke hung in the air of his room as you lay on zion, your head rested on his lap, braids pulled up into an incredibly disheveled bun. the two of you scrolled on your phones, a blunt hanging in his free hand. you broke your stare on your phone to glance up at the boy, staring in admiration as he dragged a heavy breath in. your tongue darted out to your lips as he closed his eyes, allowing the smoke to escape his mouth as his eyes slowly opened. he dropped his chin to his chest, his eyes locking with yours, causing a hazy smile to spread across your lips.

‘hi’ you spoke softly, both of your eyes hooded as you held the glance. you watched as his gaze drifted from your eyes, to your lips and continued to float around your face, his lips parted slightly. you hummed in question, his eyes snapping back to yours.

‘i love you’ it was random, it was immediate and it was the first one. those three words were enough to sober you up as you sat up, subconsciously scooting down the bed. you smiled in disbelief, shaking your head slightly before taking your hair down, solely to put it back up. you laughed quietly to yourself, wrapped a chunk of braids around the rubber band to finish it off, now rubbing your hands down your thighs.

‘you’re kidding’ you shrugged, seeming as if you were trying to convince yourself of his actions. your reaction in itself caused him to sit up against the headboard and rub his eyes harshly, forcing himself to sober up. he furrowed his eyebrows, leaning towards you, one hand suspended in the air in surrender. his other hand came down to rest on your knee, his hand cool against your rising body heat.

‘hey,’ you kept your head down, continuing to shake your head until he lifted his hand off your knee to grip your chin carefully. your eyes stayed down but he continued to talk to you. ‘i’m not kidding, and you don’t have to say it back’ he dipped his head lower to lock eyes once more, ‘you don’t have to say it back, and that’s okay’ you bit your tongue, confused as he explained, the words seeming foreign linked together. 

you raised your head, eyes still slightly watery from the high and you relaxed, leaning forward to rest your head on his shoulder. you sighed softly as his hand came to brace the back of your neck, drifting down to your back at times. 

‘i can’t say it back’ you mumbled, taking note of how he didn’t pause, he didn’t tense up, but just placed a kiss on your neck before shrugging. 

‘and that’s all good, don’t be scared’ he pulled away from you, music still playing quietly as he leaned in to press a chaste kiss on your lips, both of you smiling softly. ‘aye’ his trademark smirk toyed on his lips, his dimples poking out, ‘i’m on your side’. you both left it at that, simply laying back down as he turned trippie up, head banging as he rolled one more. 

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a few months passed, the two of you still committed, but you were still scared. scared of not knowing whether he would get tired of saying those words with no response more than a shy smile or kiss. the two of you were back in his head, the credits of inside out playing on his computer. he had an arm thrown around your shoulder and he glanced down as he felt you shaking slightly, laughing loudly as tears fell down your face. you rolled your eyes and slapped his chest, causing him to recoil, bracing his hands to protect himself. 

‘bruh chill!’ he laughed, spazzing out slightly as he did so. you sloppily wiped at your cheeks with his sweatshirt sleeve that hung off your hands, pushing your body into his. 

‘leave me alone’ you groaned, ‘he just wanted riley to go to the moon.’ you pouted, crossing your arms with a huff. he looked down at you, rolling his eyes before wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into him. you stuck your head out in the opposite direction, stifiling a laugh as he huffed and stood off the bed completely. you turned to face where he stood at the end of the bed, letting out a yell s he tackled you into the bed. he showered kisses into your face, pulling helpless laughs out of you as you shuffled under his hold. you attempted to stop laughing as he hovered above you, the corners of his mouth turning up. you searched his eyes, he shifted so he rested on his forearms, his face right above yours as your hands ran up and down his sides. 

your smile got softer as he laughed giddily above you, a smug look on his face, knowing he had won the little battle you had. you swallowed, blinking slowly before smiling back at him as he rested his lips on your forehead. 

‘i love you’ you held a laugh back as he froze, his lips still on your skin. he looked down at you after pulling back, pushing his nose against yours. 

‘say it again’ you smiled, biting your bottom lip softly. you laughed loudly as he rolled over, pulling you on top of him. you grabbed the sides of the his face squeezing his cheeks together, smiling as his lips popped out. you kissed his puckered lips pulling back to look him directly in the eyes. 

‘i love you caleb’ he smiled toothily, leaning up to meet your lips again. you two laid together another disney movie playing, but you couldn’t care less, sharing quiet ‘i love you’s’ as you drifted off. 

[cyb3r-s1ut]

How You Meet

The moment you stepped foot in Gamestop you ran to the counter, asking the worker if they had any replacement controllers for a PS4 (or xbox if you prefer). In a fit of rage after being sniped in Fortnite by your friend, you threw yours and it broke. Now, you only had one and you definitely needed to replace it because a new update came out with new skins, you had just downloaded Call of Duty and Mario Kart, and 2k21 was coming out very soon and you wanted to play it as soon as you possibly could.

After being pointed in the right direction, you sprinted off and grabbed the very last controller on the stand, only to be met with someone's outcry. "No no no! You've got to give me that controller." some boy was screaming behind you. He had platinum dreads, a few tattoos, and a chain that was so bright it almost looked fake. You looked him in the eyes with a raised eyebrow saying, "Actually, I don't have to give you anything. You're not entitled to anything here. Plus I probably need it more than you do." He rolled his eyes while he tilted his head, dreads covering his face. "Oh please. You probably just discovered Roblox and now you want to put a headband on your avatar. Meanwhile, I have a killstreak to maintain." he replied which a scoff. He reaching for the box in your hand, but you jerked it back. "You probably think you’re a Fortnite wizard with 2 lame ass skins and a killstreak of 4, which is nothing compared to my grand collection of 11 skins, 3 of which are rare, and my killstreak of 48." 

You smirked as he stood there shocked "No way." he said in disbelief. "Now if you'll excuse me blondie, I think I hear Call of Duty screaming my name." You started walking away, but he spoke up. "Yo wait! What's your gamer tag?" Smirking again, you looked him up and down before saying, "I'll tell you if you agree to meet sometime so I can beat you in a Mario Kart race and destroy your Fortnite records." He laughed before saying, "Okay maybe you could beat my ass at Fortnite but I'm untouchable when it comes to making Luigi swerve that lanes."

He unlocked his phone and gave it to you. You saved your name and number then went to his notes and typed your gamer tag. As you handed it back another boy walked up to him. "Yo, Zion we're headed to the food court." he said, pushing his glasses up on his nose. "Stop terrorizing girls." he laughed. Zion looked up laughing sarcastically, "Yeah ha ha. Absolutely hilarious, Brandon." Zion turned to you, shaking his dreads before saying, "I'll text you later." You smiled and replied, "I look forward to it."

[prettymuchnigga]

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

[fallingforalltheboys]

Hold Me Back (Zion Kuwonu) *Part 1*

I started this for my best friend 💕 couldn’t finish it all tonight but wanted to get this much up.

I haven’t written in awhile so this is definitely rough, I’m also just awkward in general with physical stuff hahaha

✌🏽

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“Damn” he breathed as he let his left arm fall gently over your center while his right hand with the controller, hit the bed in defeat. His hand found its way around your side and you moved your head slightly to look up from where it rested on his chest.

The screen displayed a large #6 with the constant motion of graphics dimmed behind it.

“Poor Bb” you teased as you placed your phone on the bed and rolled to your side so you were inches away from his face. Your head was propped up with your left arm while your other hand rested on his bare chest.

“It’s crazy…” he started, his eyes staring at the ceiling, glazed over, “Even when I lose… I still get the number 1 prize…”

His hand found his way to your butt before giving it a squeeze as his eyes met yours with a predatory smirk. You rolled your eyes and just as he leaned in you pushed his chest away and slid out of his grip taking a few steps from the bed.

“I mean, it isn’t going to be that easy” you smirked his way before turning over your shoulder towards the dresser that had a mirror hung above it.

First, you heard the footsteps and as soon as you saw his figure in the mirror you bolted around the bed to the opposite side of the room before he could even react. He braced himself against the top of the dresser as you caught his eyes in the reflection of the mirror. You could see his furrowed eyebrows and you giggled as he slowly turned around to face you. He held his hands in front of him with his chin tilted upward eyeing you over the bridge of his nose. You crossed your arms over your chest and sat into your hip, raising an eyebrow.

“You don’t want to play this game Mamas” he threatened inching his way painfully slow towards you.

“I think I do” you said nodding your head, all the while constantly moving your way.

“I do it, because I care about you” you say placing your hands on your hips as he nodded his head slowly unconvinced.

In a split second you started moving towards the bed jumping high enough to land on it before yelling “IT BUILDS CHARACTER!” but as you went to jump off the other side his hands found your body and caught you out of the air before putting you over his shoulder, one arm wrapped around your legs.

“Zion” you say after a few seconds of him not putting you down as he started moving around the room.

“ZIOn” you say again smacking his ass that was conveniently right in front of you.

“Nah babe, I’m never letting you go now”

You sighed and crossed your arms even though he was unable to see.

“F*cking Head*ss” you mumbled. You had the funniest insults for each other that you both understood came out of love and not ill intentions. Though you mumbled, he heard it and you could LITERALLY feel the smirk that spread across his face even though you could not see it with your own eyes. You felt his palm on your ass again giving it a tighter squeeze before you heard him open the door to his room and start walking out.

You let out another loud sigh and gave up letting your arms dangle downward.

“I hate you Caleb” you teased.

“I love you too, Y/N” again you could FEEL the cheesy smile his face wore as he placed a kiss on your thigh and kept moving...

[angelicarreaga]

9+22 off the drabble list with Nick :)))

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!” + “Did you just hiss at me?”

(this is probably garbage I’m so sorry)

You walked out into the living room, plopping a blanket and some pillows on the couch before turning around to head back to your room.

“Y/n come on!” Nick pleaded, reaching out for you but was unable to touch you because you were too far.

“I told you that you can sleep on the couch,” you muttered, crossing your arms over your chest as you kept walking.

“You never make me sleep on the couch!” he exclaimed, “come on just forgive me and give me a kiss or something.”

“No,” you deadpanned, “maybe tomorrow if I feel better.”

“How many times do I have to apologize?” he asked.

“We’ll see,” you shrugged, “goodnight Nick.”

You walked into your room, quickly changing into what you were wearing to bed and brushing your teeth and washing your face. 

Nick was right when he said you never made him sleep on the couch. Usually you guys just made up and went to bed, not wanting to go to bed angry. Tonight you just didn’t want to deal with him. He was going to just keep talking and trying so hard and you just wanted to sleep. You just wanted to talk in the morning since he had already gotten home really late.

You shut the lights off and climbed into bed, rolling over and shutting your eyes, but they continuously opened again, feeling the emptiness beside you. his presence was missing, and it felt weird knowing he wasn’t far away, just on the couch.

You were stubborn though, and you didn’t want to admit defeat. It wasn’t a good trait of yours, but you wanted to stick to your guns. 

You tossed and turned for a little while before you heard the doorknob jiggle, and soon after the light came on, making you hiss at the sudden brightness.

“Did you just hiss at me?” Nick asked, trying to hold back a laugh, “I get your bad but I’ve never heard that one before.”

“Turn the light off,” you ordered, putting your face back in the pillow.

You felt the bed sink down beside you, indicating that Nick had sat down next to you, expecting you to just let him in.

“Go away,” you muttered.

“You can’t banish me!” he protested, “This is my bed too.”

“Oh so now we’re getting into legalities?” you questioned, lifting your head up to look at him, a small smirk playing on his face.

“Yes we are, Y/n I’ll sue you if you don’t let me in bed. It’s my property,” he teased, picking up the covers to slide under them.

“Well the law has an exception for assholes,” you muttered, half joking since he was already making your anger start to fade.

“Ouch,” he said, leaning over and kissing the top of your head even though he knew you were most likely going to protest against it.

“So if you take me to court for shared custody of this bed I’ll tell them you suck,” you said again, making him laugh at how you sounded a bit like a child as you tried to fight against him.

“Come on babe just let me sleep here,” he whined, “The couch isn’t comfortable.”

“You don’t deserve comfort,” you said, allowing a laugh to escape you which of course made Nick laugh along.

“Can’t you spare me?” he pleaded, wrapping his arms around you as he sunk into the bed.

“Fine,” you groaned, “just this once.”

“I love you,” he grinned, kissing you over and over.

“I love you too now let me sleep,” you said, smacking him lightly before snuggling up into him, forgetting all about your argument.

[nickmuch]

c.z.k. - high school (part 3)

PART 1 / PART 2

Note: Honestly, I have nothing to do at work atm, so I might update this daily. Can’t wait for Part 4! Bc I have finally some more Zion action planned.

Also: It might be prom season there, but you didn’t hear it from me. My favorite part to write was probably the one that took place after prom.

Aaand: mobile tumblr seems to ignore all the paragraphing I put into the text to indicate the end of a scene???? So it’s probably easier to read on the desktop version.

A week had passed since my outburst. If you thought that everything magically turned upside down and we lived a happy life riding into the sunset on our white horse, then you thought wrong. Absolutely nothing happened. I returned back to class that day, not even flinching from his words. And he came back a couple minutes later, both of us acting as if we didn’t just kiss. He went back to her and I went back to feeling like shit. The usual story.

I acted like it didn’t faze me when he approached my locker at the end of the school day. “So …” he began. “You and Edwin?”. His voice sounded nervous when he asked me. Scrunching up my face, I fully turned towards him. “Me and Edwin what?”. Sighing, he grabbed my arm making me look him dead in the eyes. “You guys together now? You both seem oddly close these days”. Wow, I couldn’t believe the words that left his mouth. “Congrats! You have officially lost your mind, Caleb” I started picking up my pace. The front door wasn’t too far from here, so I hoped he would just let it go and let me drive home in peace. I hoped for nothing because clearly, he and his long legs caught up to me rather quickly, opening the door to my passenger seat before sitting down. “Look, I’m sorry for everything. But honestly, I just wanna put this all behind us. I miss my friends and I feel like I can’t hang out with the group while you’re still mad at me” “I’m not mad at you, in fact I give zero shits about you. But if you have something to talk about with the boys, then do so. I’m not keeping you from seeing them. They were your friends first, so you have every right to chill with them. I just don’t wanna be included, s’all”. A tap on the window made us look up. There she stood, tight smile on her face and eyes cold like ice. “Aw shit” he said, hurriedly opening the door to get out and explain why in the name of God he was sitting in his Ex’s car talking. Since I seriously didn’t need to hear their arguing – which was bound to happen any second now – I quickly drove off.

“Prom is right around the corner. What do you mean you’re not going?! Yes, you are! Don’t leave me alone with these fools!”. Edwin was close to having a breakdown. All because I didn’t plan on going to prom. There was no reason to go, really. I had no date, it was way too cold In New York to walk around in a dress the whole evening, and I wasn’t in the mood anyways. “Eddie, I love you, but please don’t make me go. I would only destroy the fun” I begged, thinking that would change his mind. Wrong! Because Edwin was – well – Edwin. My excuses were exactly that: just excuses. And he knew. “Okay bebecita, I knooooow you don’t feel like going”. He was convinced that easily? Wow, okay. “But!”. Ah there it was. “We will have fun. Trust me! When have I ever lied to you?”. I mean, he was right. Whenever he said something was going to be fun, it actually turned out to be. “Fine, we’ll go! But make sure that Zion leaves me alone. He thinks we’re dating and I don’t feel like dealing with his headassery again”. Edwin’s eyes nearly fell out of his face. “What?! Oh my god, is he serious?”. A hearty laugh filled up the whole living room. “Mijo, not so loud!” his mom shouted from the kitchen, making him quit immediately. “Anyways” he plopped down next to me on the couch. “No offense, but even if you’d be the last girl in the world and we had to reproduce in order to save the human civilization, I still wouldn’t touch you” Edwin finished. “No offense taken. You’re not my type anyway” I casually said while not breaking my eyes off of the tv screen. Gasp! “I- what? I meant because you’re my twin sister! Not because of your looks!” he cried. “Uhm … oh y-yeah, that’s what I meant too …?”. No way I could save my ass out of this. He looked hurt for a second but didn’t seem to dwell on it when he used my lap as a pillow to watch the show. “Don’t be fooled, you still suck ass”.

The night of the prom, Edwin had officially turned into a bridezilla. Minus the bride, of course. His steps could be heard from everywhere in the house, like a ticking clock you couldn’t dismiss. It was driving me insane. It was driving us all insane. “Edwin, you need to calm down” I tried. “There’s no way! No. Way.” he frantically walked from one room to the other. “My clothes need to be ironed, you still aren’t in your dress- “. “It’s 2 p.m.!” my voice sounded squeakier than expected. “- … your hair’s a mess, face not beat, my hair is acting up, and the damn rental car is running late” he finished with one last breath before collapsing on my bed. “We won’t be on time. Just cancel on the boys for me, the stress isn’t good for the baby”. “What baby?!”. “Me. I’m baby”. I couldn’t believe my ears. This boy lost his mind. Narrowing my eyes at him, he challenged me back to a stare-down. “Listen here, egghead” An offended gasp left his lips. “You’ve been talking about this night for weeks. There’s no backing out now. Move your ass up and get your to-do-list, so I can help you with everything. We still have four hours left before the boys are supposed to be here. So, let’s start!”.

The white Range Rover came to a halt right in front of the school building. Loud music could be heard already, some new rap song playing in the background. “This is gonna be so lit!” Edwin bounced on his seat excitedly before jumping out and dragging the rest of us with him into the gym. The motto for this year’s prom was “neon festival”.The wall decoration was painted in a mix of fluorescent colors, which reflected every time the lights hit them. Bright yellow stars adorned the ceiling, some white smoke even coming out of a smoke machine. Everything was arranged so nicely, I couldn’t help but admire the great effort of the students who probably worked hard for this to come true. Now I understood why Edwin wanted to go so badly. Back home, our prom nights were pretty basic. No one could be bothered to put so much effort into an event, just for it to be over on the same night.

“Here, for you” Nick handed me a red solo cup, which was filled with some pink drink, accompanied by a cocktail umbrella. “Thank you” I said, turning my gaze towards the shining stars again. “I’m so sorry about what I’m gonna say next” he looked slightly uneasy, so I tried to calm him down by laying my hand on his shoulder. “Z and Asya will be joining our table. I mean, only if it’s alright with you”. As if on cue, my eyes wandered over to where I last saw the boys, seeing that – in fact – they were surrounded by the couple. All of them looked so happy, laughing and joking with each other. No matter what I felt towards Caleb, I had to set my pride aside and act nice from now on. The boys were longing to hang out with their friend again and I didn’t want to be the reason for a strain in their friendship.

“It’s alright with me” I replied. His hand cautiously wrapped around my hips, like he was scared of making me uncomfortable. “Lead the way, Mara”. He grinned at me. “Say no more, Honoret”. I rolled my eyes at the name. He knew I wasn’t really a Honoret, and yet everyone just called me that, totally ignoring all my attempts at correcting them.

Luckily, I got the seat between Edwin and Brandon. I didn’t know how to greet Zion and his girlfriend. She was too busy typing away on her phone to notice my arrival, anyways. So, I just gave him a short wave and a shy smile. “Looking nice” he said, motioning to my baby blue velvet bodycon dress. His girl was so busy, she didn’t even notice him complimenting another female. Either that, or she didn’t care. “Thanks Caleb, you too”. Coincidentally, he wore a dark grey suit with a baby blue pocket square. To not give awkward silence any room, Austin suggested to me to dance. Gladly taking his offer, we made our way to the dance floor. Soon enough, Edwin and Nick joined us, their dance moves putting me and him to shame. “You guys enjoying yourselves?” Brandon shouted over the music. I pulled him closer by his forearm to join us. “Very”. My grin however didn’t last. When I looked back to our table, I saw Zion all by himself. He looked bored, occasionally scrolling through his phone. “I’ll be right back” I told no one in particular before making my way over to the lone boy.

“Why so lonely, Kuwonu?” I nudged his arm. With a weak smile on his plump lips, he answered “Asya is preoccupied with her group of friends. I don’t really vibe with ‘em”. Nodding understandingly, I offered him to accompany me back to the others. “As long as you don’t hit the folks, we’re good” I playfully teased him. “Ha ha, very funny” Caleb sarcastically remarked. It was nice to talk to him without an attitude or tension building up. Maybe I overreacted a little bit in the last weeks. Having him around felt good, if you ignored the butterflies that erupted deep down in my stomach every time he looked at me or smiled his goofy grin. But we had our chance and it didn’t work out, that’s why I had to get over it. Better to have him as a friend than anything else. Right now, though, was about having fun and enjoying the company of good friends in a night that seemed to be endless.

The thing is, everything has an end. And so, I found myself in the booth of an old diner. The fake leather of the seats was peeling off and little bolts of cloth got stuck to our clothes. One of my legs was pressed against the window side, my other leg was touching Brandon’s involuntarily. Edwin thought a corner booth would totally suffice for all seven of us. Well, he thought wrong because now we were all huddled up, trying to get as comfortable as humanly possible with not much space between us left. Asya decided to not tag along, saying she was too tired from dancing with her friends all night.

“I hope they hurry up with our order, I’m starving!” Ansley sighed dramatically. Turns out, Austin was talking to her for weeks now, he just couldn’t build up the courage to ask her out yet. So, Edwin being Edwin, persuaded her to join our trip for a midnight-snack, claiming that “this pizza is going to be the best you’ve ever had!”. Judging from the interior design and the slack expression we were getting from the waiter, I highly doubted he was right. But then again, never underestimate Edwin.

“Okay, you were right. This is the best pizza I’ve ever had. Kudos to you, Ed” Ansley munched happily on her slice. Suspiciously examining the pieces in the center of the table, I couldn’t really put too much trust into her words. For some odd reason, the pizza had more grease on it than my face in the morning before washing it. “Just try it, she isn’t lying” Zion slid me a slice over. “If I die, tell Mama, Papa and the babies that I love ‘em” I told Ed before taking a bite. This was actually pretty good. Maybe not the best I’ve had, but it came close. “What makes this the best pizza in all of New York, though? It doesn’t taste that special”. The boys smirked knowingly, all eyes looking down trying to avoid my gaze. “It’s not necessarily the taste but rather the memories this place holds, you know? Back when we were younger, we’d spend our evenings after school here since our parents were working and we had no one to watch us in the meantime” Brandon nodded along to Edwin’s words, clearly remembering it all as if it had happened yesterday. “Can you imagine the mess we’d make?! Five little boys, full of energy rushing in to buy themselves some junk food, not a single care in the world” he paused for a moment, giving the others a short smile. The moment was filled with a melancholic retrospective feeling. “We literally grew up in this place. T’was safer to play and wait for our parents in here than at home or on the streets. I guess that’s what makes this so special to us” he shrugged. Sensing that he had finished the story, I nodded slowly, comprehending everything he just told me. “I like it here. Has charm to it”. Grinning widely, I took another bite to further prove my point.

People think of New York as this cool and hip city, with expensive luxurious apartments and such, but they seem to forget that not everyone is fortunate enough to live that life. Some of us have to learn from an early age that this world is full of bad people. Not everyone is going to wish you the best or give a helping hand. “We kinda are like OMB if you really think about it. Sure, no one is forcing us to join a gang or sum, but we do live a similar life” Zion threw in. “Actually, the weedhead might be onto something” B exclaimed. “You moving here out of nowhere” he said, pointing towards me. “Ed having to give up his room for you. A weird crackhead as a friend like Jamal” Now it was Edwin’s turn to be pointed at. “Hey! That’s rude! Besides, don’t do my bro Jamal like dat. He’s a great friend, always got their backs and shit” Ed tried to argue. “You’re a great friend, too. And an even better twin brother” I genuinely told him. A chorus of “Awwee”’s followed the round. “Now this is how you talk to friends! Take notes, ladies”. When he said ladies, he definitely wasn’t referring to me or Ansley.

The night itself turned out being amazing and I was glad that Edwin had convinced me to go to prom. We were talking about everything and nothing, really. Moments turned into minutes. Minutes turned into hours, and soon it was already time to leave. Ansley had to be home soon, so Austin took it upon himself to make sure she would arrive there safely. Edwin was craving donuts from the corner shop across the street, but since he couldn’t be trusted on his own, Brandon decided to follow him. “Is B really the right fit to watch him not do any shenanigans?” Nick asked warily. “… honestly, talking from experience, I should probably go with ‘em before their sugar high kicks in”. With that, I was left alone with Zion in the booth of a run-down diner in the middle of New York. Despite being in one of the biggest cities, the world suddenly felt so small around me.

“So …” Zion said, looking around the place. “So …” I mimicked. Shaking his head, he just laughed. “This is low key awkward, not gonna lie”. It was true. In a group we no longer had trouble talking, however when alone it was a whole another story.

“I’m sorry”.

“You say sorry way too much”.

“Maybe. But this time I wanna apologize for attacking you with that kiss last week”.

“It’s all forgotten”.

His mouth opened and closed, scared to say something but I knew there still was something he wanted to get off his chest.

The bell above the door frame signaled the arrival of someone. “Guess what I gotchu guys?!” Edwin trotted over, taking a seat on the table, so that he had both me and Z on each of his sides. A small brown paper bag rested on his lap. With one swift movement, he pulled out some twizzlers, and shoved them in our hands. “And we also bought you make up wipes!” happily Brandon said in a sing-song voice. Fishing out the pack, he handed them over to me. “I love you guys!”. Nick walked in last. “Yo, I’m slowly getting tired. Can we drive home now?” sleepily he rubbed his eyes, already pulling on Zion’s sleeve. Reluctantly, Edwin followed behind, even though all he wanted was to eat his candy. His sugar high was still going in full force. Therefore, he didn’t feel an ounce of sleep.

“Why the fuck is he so bouncy?!”Austin asked. We had called him earlier to ask for his location, so that we could pick him up and drive home as well. He climbed up the Jeep, sitting next to an energetic Ed. “Twizzlers?” he offered to his friend. “No, thanks. Also, please stop smiling so creepily, you’re scaring me”. This was going to be a long drive.

Note: Part 4 will have more Zion moments. The plan is to have only one or two settings, so hopefully it’ll work out as planned.

I’d love to get some feedback, good or bad doesn’t matter!! What direction would you want this to go? How would you like this to end? Let me know!

Cami

[babyczk]

my zion feels have been off the wall too sis so i feel you :(( so for a request; uhh how about you , the boys and the girls are all friends but since you and z r the only single ones the group you have no option but to hang out with eachother and get close.. nothings official yet but the boys have been making comments on it

i hope you like it 🥺

“what’s going on with you and z?” you look to the side to see brandon staring at you expectantly, maggie tucked up in his side.

“huh?” you asked in confusion, barely looking up from the blunt you were trying to roll.

“i mean, you guys have been hanging out a lot,” he explained. “what’s up with that?”

“because all of y’all in relationships, that’s why.” your ears prickled at the familiar tone of zion’s voice as he walked into the room.

“babygirl, you’re rolling that blunt in the worst way,” he continued, crashing onto the spot next to you and chuckling at your movements. you scowled at him, letting him take over.

“it’s not my fault your papers are not fucking sticking,” you defended. zion casted you a look for underneath his lashes, his lips pulled back in that infuriating smirk that didn’t help the feelings rising through your body.

“see! right there, that’s what i’m talking about!” the outburst left brandon’s lips in a loud scramble, causing maggie to giggle.

you and zion didn’t even bat an eyelash in brandon’s direction, him nodding his head towards his room in the silent communication you both seemed to master. nodding, you let him take your hand, ignoring the blatant stares from the other side of the couch.

“figured you’d wanna smoke this just between us,” zion said, pulling the blinds up and opening the window, letting in the faint california breeze. “plus brandon owes me money from the last time i rolled for him.”

“i fucking love smoking with you.” the words left his lips in a hushed tone, lidded eyes from the indica filling up his lungs.

“why?” you asked, tucking your knees under your chin, simba spread out next to you.

zion shrugged, keeping his eyes on the dog. “just seems natural when we’re up here fucking around.” he finally looked up at you, winking. “plus, you always look extra sexy with a blunt between your lips.”

you blushed. maybe brandon’s earlier words did hold some truth to them. over the last three months, you and zion had been spending more time alone then before. mostly because everyone around you was coupled up, leaving him and you the odd men out. not that you minded, every moment with zion was either spent lounging in his room smoking and watching random comedy special on netflix, or you’d join him on his walks with simba, the weed replaced with a cigarette.

between all of that, the flirting had started. at first, it didn’t raise anything with you. zion was known to be a flirtatious person. you figured that somewhere in his chart, one of the planets were in libra for him. though, you never dared to bring it up, because then zion would roll his eyes at you. “don’t tell me you’re into that astrology shit,” leaving his lips. though the flirting now seemed more intense. like behind every word, there was a double meaning.

“what do you wanna watch?” you asked, diverting the conversation to a safer area. but zion wasn’t about it, he pushed himself over to you, his head cocked to the side.

“now that i think about it,” he drawled out, fingers lazily tracing patterns over your exposed legs. “wouldn’t your lips look better wrapped around something else?”

you couldn’t help the heat that rose to your face, deciding to play the game even though it was leading into dangerous waters. matching his stance, you blew out a breath, moving your face towards his ear. “why don’t we find out?”

[xtrataerrestrial]

summer love ; zion kuwonu

A/N: i had another account where i was posting these but somehow it got deleted, i don’t know why so i’m starting all over again. here, with 0 followers and nobody to read me lol.

A/N 2: please let me know if i should post the second part!!! there’s three parts to this one.

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It was a cold night, the moon peeks through the window illuminating his cheeks and letting me see his lashes resting on his cheekbones.

It made me sad, I didn’t want to leave him, but there was no other option. His calm breathing confirms that he is in a deep sleep, completely oblivious to what is happening in my head at this moment.

At the beginning of the summer, when I met him, I told myself that I should not fall in love, but it was impossible. His way of smiling, so pure and beautiful, made me fall for him in an unimaginable way. He knew he shouldn’t get used to me because I wouldn’t be here forever, but that did not seem to matter to him.

I wrote him a letter, I'm a coward, I can’t tell him everything I feel to his face. It would be impossible for me to leave. I left it on his bedside table and left his room carefully, trying not to wake him up, then, leaving his house without looking back. When he reads the letter, I know that he will try to find me immediately, but by then it will be too late.

«Hey, Z. I really do not know how to start this and I know you'll be hating on me later but trust me, it's for the good of both.

We both knew from the start that at the end of the summer I would have to leave, we knew that we shouldn’t have got used to being together because it would hurt in the end, and we still did.

I don’t know if I'm ever coming back, you know the reasons, but I want you to know that I loved meeting you, I wouldn’t have asked for someone else to spend the summer with, you were, you are and you will always be the right person.

Thank you for so many happy nights and days, thank you for agreeing to meet my family in such a short time, they loved you. Thank you for introducing me to your friends and say thank you to them for being so nice to me. Thank you for playing with my brother when he said he was bored, thanks for always giving me a smile and for always being so good and fun with me.

But more than anything, thank you for showing up by accident that day when i was lost, if it wasn’t for my clumsiness you would not have come to help me, and if it had not been for your big heart I would probably still be lost in the middle of nowhere, lol. I wish one day we could meet again, I love you, and good luck in everything.»