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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 âď¸ soft
âyâall seen simba?â 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. âi havenât seen him.â
zion cursed under his breath, mumbling about how simba could never sit still. heâd been in the shower, and since simba has to sit outside the curtain when heâs 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.
âshhh, mamas is sleeping,â 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.
âsorry. i know you wanted to go the movies later.â
zion let your head fall onto his chest. âiâd rather be here then at the movies. we can go some other time.â
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 didnât ever want to end.
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Can we get a Zion or Edwin fluff, like I need it in my life rn
drea is writing some edwin fluff for yâall (literally we have 3 edwin fluff requests in our inbox rn), so imma go ahead and write some zion fluff bc heâs 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 zâs hoodies while he cooked for you. youâd spent the last few hours in zionâs 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. âyou look real cute in my clothes baby girl,â 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 werenât 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 fuckinâ 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, youâd 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 wouldnât 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. âi love you so fucking much zion,â you sighed as you crawled into his lap and started playing with his chains. âwell good, because i love you so fucking much too,â he said tipping you backwards and pressing kisses on the parts of your neck he could reach. he whispered, âimma marry your ass some day.â and all you could do was kiss him in agreement.
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attention (z.k)
prompt: you want attention, and z just wants to win a gameÂ
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.Â
âwhatâs up babyâ 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. âbro what the hell are you doingâ 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.Â
âgive me attentionâ 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 didnât 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.Â
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Hotline Bling ⢠Zion Kuwonu
Summary ⢠To be honest, I donât 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. Thatâs 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 moreâ 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 â when he thought everyone was asleep â 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. âHe had better, more important things.â 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 emotionsâ maybe even a mixtureâ was grasping at his heart and yanking at the strings right now. Even so, he couldnât stop rewatching the clip on his phone in front of him. It wasnât 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. Zionâs face is still one of shock as the girl recording yells something cringey about all of her friends being âbaddiesâ and âhot girlsâ and continues to survey each of her friends, including you, while everyone gets more excited with the new songâs change of pace.
It couldâve been all in his head but that video seemed way longer than the allotted one minute. He doesnât know how many times he watches the video before he decides to click on the girlâs 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 couldnât 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 hadnât 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 arenât supposed to move on this fast. Hell, Zion hadnât 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 werenât 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 â this new you â was copacetic, thriving, and glowing. You were happy with this seemingly very outgoing of people who the old you wouldâve never thought about fraternizing with. Worse of all, the new you appeared to be enjoying life with some new guy, a guy that wasnât Zion. Heâs 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). âWhy don't you just talk to her, bro? Tell her how you actually feel.â 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; ây/nđâ. 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. âYo y/n it's me.â âHey it's me, Zion.â âHey y/n we haven't talked in a while.â 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. âReadâ
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 â in his heart â, 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.
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what if? || brandon arreaga blurb
authorâs 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 iâm talking about in this imagine sound like
words count : 0,5k+
warnings : none
"Do you think itâs a good beat? Like i thought about some lyrics too.." Brandon said after turning around to see you.
You were currently laying on Brandonâs 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 didnât 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 didnât understand why they wouldnât 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 Brandonâs hard drive since they couldnât release them. But you knew sometimes the boys would make the fans listen to their unreleased songs on live or would âaccidentallyâ 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 isnât 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 Brandonâs desk a little bit better.
âIt 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 youâ He said while putting back on the beat to sing on it the lyrics he had think of.
âOh 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 backâ You start light singing on the beat who was playing. âAnd maybe then you could go for what if i told you that i need youâ You said before Brandon turned back around to look at you. It amazed him how helpful you could be.Â
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 couldnât see yourself doing it as a job.
"Love that. Gonna record it before i forget itâ
Next thing you knew you were still sitting on Brandonâs bed watching him recording parts of a future song Prettymuch might internationally released.
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sub!Zion is the hottest thing ever like....heâs 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 âyesâ over and over....him just in completely bliss under you.Â
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Lying â˘Zion Kuwonuâ˘
A/N: Iâm 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 doesnât 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 couldnât be inside at this party anymore, hell, she didnât 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 didnât have to turn around to see who it was, his presence alone caused goosebumps across her skin.
âWhy did you invite me to this?â She asked, not mad but genuinely confused. Even though she asked for a reason for his out of the blue call, she couldnât 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 girlâs 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.
âTo be honest, I didnât think that you would show up,â He responded, looking down into the cerulean water. Y/N let out a quick laugh, but it wasnât from joy. The sarcastic and angry laugh stabbed at Zionâs chest, he could sense the annoyance that probably sprouted from his answer.
âSo it was a joke? You called me after a year of not speaking as a joke? God, youâre so funny, Z.â
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.
âY/N, I was drunk, someone brought you up and I knew you couldnât pass up a party,â
âIs this..is this you trying to explain yourself, âcause youâre doing a shit job,â
âIâm surprised you werenât asleepâŚor that I wasnât blocked,â
âIf you wouldâve called two months ago, you wouldâve been,â
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.
âWhy did you come, Y/N?â Zion asked quietly, scared that the girl would lash out again. She didnât, because how could she possibly be mad at him for asking the question she had been asking herself for the last hour.
âYou still mean something to me, regardless of how wrong you did me, and you sounded kind of..messed up on the phone,â 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 couldnât let that happen.
âOh, I was messed up, but I think I sobered up a lot when I saw you walk in,â He admitted, toying with the dreads that hung low in his eyes.
âYou looked like you were having fun,â
âI wasnât,â Zion quickly corrected, then continued, âI walk around here, acting like Iâm hot shit and flirting with all these girls, but Iâm just trying to prove that Iâm ok after what happened, you know, between us.â
Y/N sat quietly, processing Zionâs honesty. He was never like this, it was clear that he was still very much under the influence.
âIâm not over you, at all,â 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 boyâs forehead. That, and his latest confession.
âYouâ you what? Youâre the one thatâs not over me? Zion, you fucking cheated on me, twice!â 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.
âI know, Y/N, and Iâm sorry for that, I truly am,â
âYouâre a goddamn sociopath, you know that? Itâs like you enjoy seeing me like this,â 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. âYou donât get to miss me, Zion, you gave me up, you lost me.â
The words felt like a knife against his throat, cutting deep and hurting just as bad. He couldnât blame her for being mad, if he was in the same position, heâd be just as pissed.
âCan you just listen to me? Please? I know I donât deserve it, but I never got to explain myself,â 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. Zionâs hands began to shake as he spoke.
âWhat I did with her, I regret it. I keep lying to myself, thinking that if I act like it doesnât affect me, it wonât, but it always does. Thinking about what I did to you makes me hate myself and I can blame you for doing the same,â
âI donât hate you,â Y/N mumbled, looking down at her damp legs.
âYou should, I was an idiot, I am an idiot,â 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.
âWe can never be back to where we are, Iâve moved on and I think you need to do the same,â 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, âI 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 canât wake up another night to your name on my screen.â
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.
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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 thatâs what happens when youâre bored
I walked down the hallway quickly. The bell would soon ring and I really didnât 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.  âYou good? Did you hurt yourself of something?â. Grabbing his hand, I allowed him to help me on my feet. âErm ⌠no, itâs all good. Sorry, I wasnât really looking because I- â. The ring of the bell interrupted me. â- was gonna be late to class. And now I amâ 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.
âHonestly, if you are allowed to skip, then I am tooâ. 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 werenât 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 didnât even know. Truth be told, I hadnât 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 didnât 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.
âEdwin and friend of Edwin, go to classâ. Rolling my eyes, I tried to make my way down the hall. âMrs. Robertson wonât let you in her class now anyways. She doesnât tolerate tardinessâ his friend spoke. âAnd you are?â I asked kind of annoyed. âOh, thatâs Brandonâ Edwin chirped in. âAnd weâ he gestured between the three of us before locking his arm with mine and the other with Brandonâs. âAre going to enjoy this beautiful free lessonâ. 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.
âEd, I am hungry! Weâve been in this room for hours now. Havenât you finished your painting by now?â Brandon complained. I just agreed with an exaggerated nod of my head. âUgh, 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-â he rambled without an end on sight.
âIs he always like this? Iâve only been here for a week and most of my time was spent with the kiddos anywaysâ. His friend laughed and answered with a genuine smile and nod. â- but since itâs time for lunch now anyways and I am starving, I think itâs time for a proper breakâ.
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. âGuys, this is my friend I told yâall aboutâ Edwin turned to them to fully introduce me. â⌠so this is Austinâ 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. âI am Nick. Nice to meet youâ. He shook my hand firmly and sat down.
âAnd this is ââ
âZionâ the boy from earlier interrupted Ed. âUhm, yeah. This is Zion. Thanks for interrupting, man. I am totally used to this by nowâ 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 wasnât even a staring, but more like an observing. I felt like he didnât 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. âThis party will be massive!â Nick exclaimed. âItâs the beginning of the school year, everyone will go. Trust and believe!â. Brandon and Austin seemed so hyped about it already, dragging Nick into their own little conversation to plan everything for the upcoming night. âWeâre going, right?â 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 âtwin sister from another misterâ 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 âMr. T! With all due respect, but youâre asking too many questions, sir. Sheâs my twin sister that used to live somewhere in Canada or something, ion even know. Tâwas Canada, right?â. He didnât even give me a chance to answer him. âDoesnât really matter. What matters is, that sheâs here and sheâs here to stay! And we might not look alike and she might have a different last nameâ. This made me cackle. âBut! Sheâs still my twin sister and thatâs all to knowâ. 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.
âSureâ I answered him with a soft smile. It was clear that they wanted to go and I didnât want to be the party pooper by saying no. âGreat! Aye yo Z, you picking us up by 8 then?â. Thatâs 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 Edwinâs room â or how he liked to call it âthe twin closetâ 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. âLook, if you wear this white crop t-shirtâ he rummaged through a box of mine. âAnd this silky thingy hereâ he was holding up my darkish red silky jogger pants. âPlus your white air force oneâs and this dope black fanny packâ he handed me all the items. âThen, you wonât overshine my fit and we gucciâ. 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 âOkayâ, and got up to get dressed in the bathroom.
Even though, I didnât feel like going, I still found myself in the backseat of Zionâs 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 didnât even let him finish park the car before running off to god knows where in the house. âI guess itâs only you and me then, tonightâ he said. I was okay with this, even though his presence did make me feel nervous since I couldnât 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.
âZ! Over here!â 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. âShit, gotta go! You on your own, I guessâ. 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 didnât 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 didnât even notice me with his eyes lowly staring at his feet.
âI sure hope itâs just some water youâre drinkingâ. His head shot up, tensing, before letting loose once he realized it was just me. âItâs coke. No alcohol. I donât really drinkâ. 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.
âWhat happened to your lady friend? Why are you chilling here all alone?â I wanted to know. After all, they did seem very familiar earlier. âAsya? Nah, sheâs just a good friend of ours. A bit like a little sisterâ. Understanding what he said, I nodded and just continued to aimlessly look around the room. âAnd for the all alone partâ he spoke up after a while. âI donât feel like partying.â. âYeah, sameâ I breathed out.
âTell you what?â. He looked up with his full attention on me now. âYou seem stressed and I think you might need someone to talk to thatâs not part of your little PRETTYMUCH groupâ 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. âNow tell meâ. 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. âIâll start then if you want?â 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 Edwinâs glorious idea that I would be his twin. âI shouldâve known. Edwin and his egghead always on some weird shit, I swear.â 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.
âI donât know what to say. Itâs hard for me to talk about feelings and stuffâ 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.
âOh, so you like someone? Feelings and all?â. 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.
âThereâs a time and place for all this
This is not the place for all this
Is there a reason why youâre saying all this?
And can we talk about it later?â
His gaze flickered between my eyes and over my face. âMaybeâ. He licked his lips nervously. âKinda. Or maybe not. I donât knowâ. 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 didnât mind what I found out.
Now, my heart started beating faster and doubt was slowly taking over me. Yet, I still said âThen find it out. Just take the riskâ. 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 didnât seem like a stranger to me anymore. It was as if weâve known each other longer than we really thought, but at the same time this was crazy. All of this was crazy. Yesterday, I didnât even know the name Zion existed. And yet, here I was, him kissing me and gripping my thigh. (Iâve been listening to Phases on repeat for days now, can you tell?)Promptly, he pulled away with full force. âI canât, I mean we- we canât! We shouldnâtâ he bursted out. âEdwin is gonna be so disappointed in me when he finds outâ. I wanted to silence him and say how that wasnât true, but next thing I knew, the door flew open revealing â of course because the universe wouldnât let me kiss a cute boy in peace for once â Edwin. Behind him the other three reluctantly followed like lost puppies. âSo, I put two and two together and my senses did not betray me! I had a feeling yâall were up to something nasty in here!â. With a sigh, he was interrupted by Austin. âHeâs lying, someone saw how first Zion and later you went in here. And for some odd reason, Eggie is playing protective brotherâ.
âOkay, so whatchu tryinâ to tell me is that we goinâ home cause Ed had some to drink and you need my car?â.
â⌠Yepâ.
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 hadnât 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. âI need my bedâ 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. âYou know âŚâ he began. His voice sounded a little shaky, yet it didnât stop him from saying what was circling around in that precious head of his. âI think we can. And I think we shouldâ. The smile on Zionâs face was contagious, I couldnât 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.
âI think so, tooâ 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.
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zion concept
âwanna retwist my dreads for me?â heâd asked you one day, his hands subconsciously running through his hair, knowing he needed it done badly. you nodded, sitting up on the couch. âof course.â 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 didnât 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 youâd swat them away, needing to focus. heâd trace his fingers over your stomach, especially when youâd lift your hands to reach the back of his head, and your tank top would ride up. âz!â youâd say, your tone warning, but he knew you werenât being too serious, instead giving you a sheepish grin which caused his dimples to show. âsorry baby, youâre just looking right in this outfit.â
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zion with a daughter pleaseeeeee
yâall really love this dad!much stuff. ALRIGHT! wow i missed writing for zion??? iâm in a soft && spooky mood and most my stuff for the entirety of october is probably gonna be halloween related bc itâs the only holiday i enjoy. - rei
zionâs head was spinning as he was dragged through the aisles of party city. the place was packed with screaming children and irritated parents. that paired with the obnoxious halloween decorations everywhere and the amount of options in front of him was giving him a headache. in true zion fashion, he was wearing all of his emotions on his face.
while anyone who knew zion would be able to just ignore the pout and furrowed eyebrows, in the store full of strangers, people were becoming intimidated by the tall, harsh looking man. zion felt a pat on his hand and ceased his generalized glaring to look down at his daughter. 5 years old and already a little grown up she motioned for him to come down to her level. he squatted down and waited for her to say what she needed to. she took his face between her little hands and made him look her dead in the eyes. âdaddy, youâre making angry eyebrows. stop it. youâre scaring the other daddies.â her little face matched the one heâd had on earlier. her full lips pouting dramatically and her little eyebrows scrunched together.
zion let his head fall back with a laugh and picked his little girl up causing her to squeal and giggle. âyou know youâre too damn smart for your own good liâl mamas,â he pressed kisses all over her cheeks causing her giggles to escalate to full on belly laughs. after a minute he hitched her up on his hip and got in line to look at the wall full of pictures that was standard part of halloween.Â
for the next 15 minutes zion stood discussing the different options he and evie had for costumes. âi think weâve made the decision,â he said to the worker before turning to evie who nodded. âyou wanna ask for them?â she turned to the worker who was listening intently. she blinked her long lashes that he got from her mami and smiled at the guy waiting for her to speak, âbatgirl in a 4T please.â her âpleaseâ came out more like âpleatheâ since she was missing a couple of teeth. zion was smiling at her like a proud father as the guy nodded and called it to the person working in the back and pointed them in the direction to pick up the costume.
on the way home from party city evie couldnât stop talking about how excited she was to be batgirl just like mami. the for the last few halloweens you and zion had always dressed up like batman and batgirl because you had bought rather expensive costumes and each year you added something on to it since you knew youâd probably be relatively the same size every year. zion couldnât stop grinning the whole way home, constantly glancing back to look at his daughterâs eyes sparkling with excitement. every time zion thought he couldnât possibly love her more than he already did, she did something that made him realize how blessed he was.Â
about halfway home he heard evie yawn and knew sheâd be knocked out before they reached home. he was right. he carried evie inside the house only to find you also asleep on the couch. clearly you had been waiting up for them to get home and fallen asleep. normally zion wouldnât have taken evie out so late, but heâd been in the studio a little later than expected that day so they got a later start than planned. after he put her in her bed he came back out to the living room and decided to wake you up nicely.
âmamas, wake up,â he whispered placing kisses on any exposed skin he could find. your cheek, your hand, your neck. eventually you smiled and rolled over opening your eyes and peering up at him, âiâm sorry i fell asleep.â you yawned and stretched out. âwhat outfit did she pick?â you asked settling back into the couch and watching zion smile a soft little smile that he reserved for when he talked about evie. âbatgirl, so she can be just like mami.â the noise that came out of you at how adorable your daughter was, was barely human. âi want another one,â zion said laying on top of you and kissing on your belly tickling you. you laughed lightly and pulled zionâs lips up to your own and kissed him and held him close to you. âwell good. because i have some news.â the grin that broke out on your face made zionâs jaw drop. âdonât fuckinâ play with me y/n,â he said pushing himself up off you in a push up position. you laughed and put your hands on your belly, âiâm not playinâ, iâm deadass. thereâs another little baby in here.â zion moved back down your body again and started talking to your belly.
you smiled fondly at your husband, the love of your fucking life, as he talked to your not even showing belly. this had been your favorite part of your first pregnancy. zion constantly talking to your baby bump about anything and everything. it hadnât stopped once evie was born either. you were pretty sure it was why she had started talking so earlier, but zion constantly talked to her like a she was a person who could fully understand him even when all she did was blink at him like he was an alien. you couldnât wait to do it all over again, even the sleepless nights and diapers.
âyou know, i really wanted to start trying to have a baby like we did last time,â zion grinning up at you. you rolled your eyes. the sweet moment was over and you remembered how you ended up pregnant to begin with. âyou didnât even have to try this time. got enough practice the first time around that you did it without even trying this time,â you laughed.
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hesitate (z.k)
prompt: loosely based off the song âhesitateâ by jonas brothers
requested: uhh kinda, prompt given to me by @cnco-much *kinda got carried away with the single prompt, so iâm sorry if itâs 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.
âhiâ 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.
âi love youâ 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.
âyouâre kiddingâ 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.
âhey,â 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. âiâm not kidding, and you donât have to say it backâ he dipped his head lower to lock eyes once more, âyou donât have to say it back, and thatâs okayâ you bit your tongue, confused as he explained, the words seeming foreign linked together.Â
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.Â
âi canât say it backâ you mumbled, taking note of how he didnât pause, he didnât tense up, but just placed a kiss on your neck before shrugging.Â
âand thatâs all good, donât be scaredâ 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. âayeâ his trademark smirk toyed on his lips, his dimples poking out, âiâm on your sideâ. you both left it at that, simply laying back down as he turned trippie up, head banging as he rolled one more.Â
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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.Â
âbruh chill!â 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.Â
âleave me aloneâ you groaned, âhe just wanted riley to go to the moon.â 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.Â
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.Â
âi love youâ 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.Â
âsay it againâ 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.Â
âi love you calebâ he smiled toothily, leaning up to meet your lips again. you two laid together another disney movie playing, but you couldnât care less, sharing quiet âi love youâsâ as you drifted off.Â
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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 youâre 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."Â
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."
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This isnât a joke anymore. I need Zion to marry me neowww
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Hold Me Back (Zion Kuwonu) *Part 1*
I started this for my best friend đ couldnât finish it all tonight but wanted to get this much up.
I havenât written in awhile so this is definitely rough, Iâm also just awkward in general with physical stuff hahaha
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âDamnâ 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.
âPoor Bbâ 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.
âItâs crazyâŚâ he started, his eyes staring at the ceiling, glazed over, âEven when I lose⌠I still get the number 1 prizeâŚâ
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.
âI mean, it isnât going to be that easyâ 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.
âYou donât want to play this game Mamasâ he threatened inching his way painfully slow towards you.
âI think I doâ you said nodding your head, all the while constantly moving your way.
âI do it, because I care about youâ 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 âIT BUILDS CHARACTER!â 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.
âZionâ you say after a few seconds of him not putting you down as he started moving around the room.
âZIOnâ you say again smacking his ass that was conveniently right in front of you.
âNah babe, Iâm never letting you go nowâ
You sighed and crossed your arms even though he was unable to see.
âF*cking Head*ssâ 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.
âI hate you Calebâ you teased.
âI love you too, Y/Nâ again you could FEEL the cheesy smile his face wore as he placed a kiss on your thigh and kept moving...
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9+22 off the drabble list with Nick :)))
âYou canât banish me! This is my bed too!â +Â âDid you just hiss at me?â
(this is probably garbage Iâm 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.
âY/n come on!â Nick pleaded, reaching out for you but was unable to touch you because you were too far.
âI told you that you can sleep on the couch,â you muttered, crossing your arms over your chest as you kept walking.
âYou never make me sleep on the couch!â he exclaimed, âcome on just forgive me and give me a kiss or something.â
âNo,â you deadpanned, âmaybe tomorrow if I feel better.â
âHow many times do I have to apologize?â he asked.
âWeâll see,â you shrugged, âgoodnight Nick.â
You walked into your room, quickly changing into what you were wearing to bed and brushing your teeth and washing your face.Â
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 didnât 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 wasnât far away, just on the couch.
You were stubborn though, and you didnât want to admit defeat. It wasnât a good trait of yours, but you wanted to stick to your guns.Â
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.
âDid you just hiss at me?â Nick asked, trying to hold back a laugh, âI get your bad but Iâve never heard that one before.â
âTurn the light off,â 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.
âGo away,â you muttered.
âYou canât banish me!â he protested, âThis is my bed too.â
âOh so now weâre getting into legalities?â you questioned, lifting your head up to look at him, a small smirk playing on his face.
âYes we are, Y/n Iâll sue you if you donât let me in bed. Itâs my property,â he teased, picking up the covers to slide under them.
âWell the law has an exception for assholes,â you muttered, half joking since he was already making your anger start to fade.
âOuch,â he said, leaning over and kissing the top of your head even though he knew you were most likely going to protest against it.
âSo if you take me to court for shared custody of this bed Iâll tell them you suck,â you said again, making him laugh at how you sounded a bit like a child as you tried to fight against him.
âCome on babe just let me sleep here,â he whined, âThe couch isnât comfortable.â
âYou donât deserve comfort,â you said, allowing a laugh to escape you which of course made Nick laugh along.
âCanât you spare me?â he pleaded, wrapping his arms around you as he sunk into the bed.
âFine,â you groaned, âjust this once.â
âI love you,â he grinned, kissing you over and over.
âI love you too now let me sleep,â you said, smacking him lightly before snuggling up into him, forgetting all about your argument.
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c.z.k. - high school (part 3)
PART 1Â / PART 2
Note: Honestly, I have nothing to do at work atm, so I might update this daily. Canât wait for Part 4! Bc I have finally some more Zion action planned.
Also: It might be prom season there, but you didnât 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 itâs 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 didnât just kiss. He went back to her and I went back to feeling like shit. The usual story.
I acted like it didnât faze me when he approached my locker at the end of the school day. âSo âŚâ he began. âYou and Edwin?â. His voice sounded nervous when he asked me. Scrunching up my face, I fully turned towards him. âMe and Edwin what?â. Sighing, he grabbed my arm making me look him dead in the eyes. âYou guys together now? You both seem oddly close these daysâ. Wow, I couldnât believe the words that left his mouth. âCongrats! You have officially lost your mind, Calebâ I started picking up my pace. The front door wasnât 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. âLook, Iâm sorry for everything. But honestly, I just wanna put this all behind us. I miss my friends and I feel like I canât hang out with the group while youâre still mad at meâ âIâm 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. Iâm not keeping you from seeing them. They were your friends first, so you have every right to chill with them. I just donât wanna be included, sâallâ. A tap on the window made us look up. There she stood, tight smile on her face and eyes cold like ice. âAw shitâ he said, hurriedly opening the door to get out and explain why in the name of God he was sitting in his Exâs car talking. Since I seriously didnât need to hear their arguing â which was bound to happen any second now â I quickly drove off.
âProm is right around the corner. What do you mean youâre not going?! Yes, you are! Donât leave me alone with these fools!â. Edwin was close to having a breakdown. All because I didnât 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 wasnât in the mood anyways. âEddie, I love you, but please donât make me go. I would only destroy the funâ I begged, thinking that would change his mind. Wrong! Because Edwin was â well â Edwin. My excuses were exactly that: just excuses. And he knew. âOkay bebecita, I knooooow you donât feel like goingâ. He was convinced that easily? Wow, okay. âBut!â. Ah there it was. âWe will have fun. Trust me! When have I ever lied to you?â. I mean, he was right. Whenever he said something was going to be fun, it actually turned out to be. âFine, weâll go! But make sure that Zion leaves me alone. He thinks weâre dating and I donât feel like dealing with his headassery againâ. Edwinâs eyes nearly fell out of his face. âWhat?! Oh my god, is he serious?â. A hearty laugh filled up the whole living room. âMijo, not so loud!â his mom shouted from the kitchen, making him quit immediately. âAnywaysâ he plopped down next to me on the couch. âNo offense, but even if youâd be the last girl in the world and we had to reproduce in order to save the human civilization, I still wouldnât touch youâ Edwin finished. âNo offense taken. Youâre not my type anywayâ I casually said while not breaking my eyes off of the tv screen. Gasp! âI- what? I meant because youâre my twin sister! Not because of your looks!â he cried. âUhm ⌠oh y-yeah, thatâs what I meant too âŚ?â. No way I could save my ass out of this. He looked hurt for a second but didnât seem to dwell on it when he used my lap as a pillow to watch the show. âDonât be fooled, you still suck assâ.
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 couldnât dismiss. It was driving me insane. It was driving us all insane. âEdwin, you need to calm downâ I tried. âThereâs no way! No. Way.â he frantically walked from one room to the other. âMy clothes need to be ironed, you still arenât in your dress- â. âItâs 2 p.m.!â my voice sounded squeakier than expected. â- ⌠your hairâs a mess, face not beat, my hair is acting up, and the damn rental car is running lateâ he finished with one last breath before collapsing on my bed. âWe wonât be on time. Just cancel on the boys for me, the stress isnât good for the babyâ. âWhat baby?!â. âMe. Iâm babyâ. I couldnât believe my ears. This boy lost his mind. Narrowing my eyes at him, he challenged me back to a stare-down. âListen here, eggheadâ An offended gasp left his lips. âYouâve been talking about this night for weeks. Thereâs 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, letâs start!â.
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. âThis is gonna be so lit!â Edwin bounced on his seat excitedly before jumping out and dragging the rest of us with him into the gym. The motto for this yearâs prom was âneon festivalâ.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 couldnât 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.
âHere, for youâ Nick handed me a red solo cup, which was filled with some pink drink, accompanied by a cocktail umbrella. âThank youâ I said, turning my gaze towards the shining stars again. âIâm so sorry about what Iâm gonna say nextâ he looked slightly uneasy, so I tried to calm him down by laying my hand on his shoulder. âZ and Asya will be joining our table. I mean, only if itâs alright with youâ. As if on cue, my eyes wandered over to where I last saw the boys, seeing that â in fact â 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 didnât want to be the reason for a strain in their friendship.
âItâs alright with meâ I replied. His hand cautiously wrapped around my hips, like he was scared of making me uncomfortable. âLead the way, Maraâ. He grinned at me. âSay no more, Honoretâ. I rolled my eyes at the name. He knew I wasnât 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 didnât 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. âLooking niceâ he said, motioning to my baby blue velvet bodycon dress. His girl was so busy, she didnât even notice him complimenting another female. Either that, or she didnât care. âThanks Caleb, you tooâ. 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. âYou guys enjoying yourselves?â Brandon shouted over the music. I pulled him closer by his forearm to join us. âVeryâ. My grin however didnât last. When I looked back to our table, I saw Zion all by himself. He looked bored, occasionally scrolling through his phone. âIâll be right backâ I told no one in particular before making my way over to the lone boy.
âWhy so lonely, Kuwonu?â I nudged his arm. With a weak smile on his plump lips, he answered âAsya is preoccupied with her group of friends. I donât really vibe with âemâ. Nodding understandingly, I offered him to accompany me back to the others. âAs long as you donât hit the folks, weâre goodâ I playfully teased him. âHa ha, very funnyâ 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 didnât work out, thatâs 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 Brandonâs 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.
âI hope they hurry up with our order, Iâm starving!â Ansley sighed dramatically. Turns out, Austin was talking to her for weeks now, he just couldnât 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 âthis pizza is going to be the best youâve ever had!â. 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.
âOkay, you were right. This is the best pizza Iâve ever had. Kudos to you, Edâ Ansley munched happily on her slice. Suspiciously examining the pieces in the center of the table, I couldnât 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. âJust try it, she isnât lyingâ Zion slid me a slice over. âIf I die, tell Mama, Papa and the babies that I love âemâ I told Ed before taking a bite. This was actually pretty good. Maybe not the best Iâve had, but it came close. âWhat makes this the best pizza in all of New York, though? It doesnât taste that specialâ. The boys smirked knowingly, all eyes looking down trying to avoid my gaze. âItâs not necessarily the taste but rather the memories this place holds, you know? Back when we were younger, weâd spend our evenings after school here since our parents were working and we had no one to watch us in the meantimeâ Brandon nodded along to Edwinâs words, clearly remembering it all as if it had happened yesterday. âCan you imagine the mess weâd make?! Five little boys, full of energy rushing in to buy themselves some junk food, not a single care in the worldâ he paused for a moment, giving the others a short smile. The moment was filled with a melancholic retrospective feeling. âWe literally grew up in this place. Tâwas safer to play and wait for our parents in here than at home or on the streets. I guess thatâs what makes this so special to usâ he shrugged. Sensing that he had finished the story, I nodded slowly, comprehending everything he just told me. âI like it here. Has charm to itâ. 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. âWe 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 lifeâ Zion threw in. âActually, the weedhead might be onto somethingâ B exclaimed. âYou moving here out of nowhereâ he said, pointing towards me. âEd having to give up his room for you. A weird crackhead as a friend like Jamalâ Now it was Edwinâs turn to be pointed at. âHey! Thatâs rude! Besides, donât do my bro Jamal like dat. Heâs a great friend, always got their backs and shitâ Ed tried to argue. âYouâre a great friend, too. And an even better twin brotherâ I genuinely told him. A chorus of âAwweeââs followed the round. âNow this is how you talk to friends! Take notes, ladiesâ. When he said ladies, he definitely wasnât 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 couldnât be trusted on his own, Brandon decided to follow him. âIs B really the right fit to watch him not do any shenanigans?â Nick asked warily. â⌠honestly, talking from experience, I should probably go with âem before their sugar high kicks inâ. 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.
âSo âŚâ Zion said, looking around the place. âSo âŚâ I mimicked. Shaking his head, he just laughed. âThis is low key awkward, not gonna lieâ. It was true. In a group we no longer had trouble talking, however when alone it was a whole another story.
âIâm sorryâ.
âYou say sorry way too muchâ.
âMaybe. But this time I wanna apologize for attacking you with that kiss last weekâ.
âItâs all forgottenâ.
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. âGuess what I gotchu guys?!â 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. âAnd we also bought you make up wipes!â happily Brandon said in a sing-song voice. Fishing out the pack, he handed them over to me. âI love you guys!â. Nick walked in last. âYo, Iâm slowly getting tired. Can we drive home now?â sleepily he rubbed his eyes, already pulling on Zionâs 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 didnât feel an ounce of sleep.
âWhy the fuck is he so bouncy?!âAustin 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. âTwizzlers?â he offered to his friend. âNo, thanks. Also, please stop smiling so creepily, youâre scaring meâ. 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 itâll work out as planned.
Iâd love to get some feedback, good or bad doesnât matter!! What direction would you want this to go? How would you like this to end? Let me know!
Cami
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