"Bittersweet, BeetleJuice."

Summary: ‘Friends with benefits’ relationship takes a turn when Zion confesses his feelings.

A/N: I know this is EXTREMELY cliché and there’s a scene that is HIGHLY dramatic but...bear with me people. 

They had both promised to keep it casual.

She would go over when the boys were out, they would watch a bit of Netflix (without genuinely watching it), they would get it done and she would leave right after. And Vice-Versa. That was their established routine. Something they had both agreed on. They only called eachother when they needed a release, and their plan was completely functional and consistent at first. But it all came crumbling down when Zion realized something that scared him more than the 20 inch snake that sat in their living room. He wanted more.

The look of satisfaction washed over her face as she finished off before rolling onto her side and laying right next to him. No eye contact was made. The two sweat covered bodies layed  in silence as they both stared up at the pale ceiling, only their breathing could be heard. There was always a brief silence after their activities, a moment of recovery some would say, but not one this long. It awakened a stress in the bottom of both of their pits, one none of them had felt before.

Melanie then turned her head to look at the caramel body of the young male beside her, her chocolate manicured hands tracing over his tattoos as he watched them intently. They traveled from his chest area, up his forearm, dragging the pads of her fingertips up his neck then finally settling them on his cheek as she watched him watch her.

“I want more.” He finally spoke after what felt like an eternity. He sat up, pulling the thin sheets over his lap as he rested his back against the headboard. One hand slightly brushing his dreadlocks away from his face. “I know our agreement. I know we said no feelings. I know we said no staying the night or no touching if you did or even no eye contact. But I want that.  I want to be able to take you out for ice cream or pick you up from Uni when you get done with classes. I want to Netflix and chill, while you fall asleep in my arms and I caress your face. I want to cum to agree. I want more than just using you when I need to, and when you need to use me. I want to get to know you and not your body. I want you mentally and emotionally, not only physically.”

The young adult stared up blankly at the dark eyed boy, now laying on her stomach with her hands placed under her chin. Her eyes trailed down his chest and back up to his face as she let out a deep sigh- the only real sound he got out of her the whole night.

“I-” She started before letting out another fustrated sigh. “We said no feelings.” She finally spoke in a soft voice, so soft that if Zion wasn’t so close, he would have definitely missed what she said. His face dropped a bit but he covered it with a cough.

“I know that Mel, but-”

“So why are you complicating things more than they already are?” She huffed, cutting him off completely as a hint of anger dripped from her voice. An uncomfortable silence filled the air as the two stared at eachother. She was waiting for an actual answer but when she didn’t get one, she decided to speak up.

“If this is gonna be a problem, maybe...maybe this should stop.” At this Zion’s head snapped up.

“Seriously?” He breathed out in disbelief as he watched her get up suddenly. Grabbing her white- T that was once on her naked body, the white sheet still draped on her lower naked half as she put it on swiftly.

“I knew it was gonna get to this point.” She huffed, mostly to herself, as she struggled to put on her blue skinny jeans over her white lace panties – a gift actually from Zion himself as a joke- who was currently stunned and simply speechless. He had just openly expressed his love to her and this was her way of reacting? Running away from it?

So he couldn’t do anything except watch. Watch her put on her white t-shirt, her blue jeans with little rips on the knees, watch her pass by the mirror that hung on his wall opposite of the bed – the same one he would look at when she was ontop of him chasing her high- , watch her gather all her belongings including her phone. She placed her hands on the doorknob, opening the bedroom door when suddenly a hand pushed the door close. She felt the body heat radiate off of him, the strangely pleasant  smell of their recent affairs still stuck on  him (and her aswell she assumed).

“Tell me you don’t feel the same way then, and I’ll let you leave.” His warm minty breath flowed into the little space between their two bodies as she sighed in defeat. He could feel the hesitation flowing off her, despite her next words.

“I feel nothing for you.” She spat codly, attempting once again to pull the door open but only jumping when the door slammed once more. “Caleb.” She breathed out.

“To my face Melanie.” He cut her off. She could feel the tears form in her eyes  as  she exhaled deeply. “I’ll let you go. Forget about you, and move on. Delete your number and even the few pictures I took of your nude body. All you have to do is tell me you don’t love me to my face and freedom is yours for the taking.” He continued, one hand still on the door and the other by his side.

She breathed out, pushing back the tears and gulping down the burning ball that sat in her throat. It hurt yet she didn’t care, she refused to let it loose. So she swallowed her pride and turned around, and she stared in awe at his appearance. He looked flustered. A hint of exhaustion sat upon his face, his dreads hung carelessly over his eyes, his pupils dilated causing his eyes to look darker than they already were. His upper half was bare, his tattoos fully on display contrary to his lower half that now was covered with boxers. His breathing was slow and steady despite his heart racing at 20 miles per second. A heart rate that would drive an older man to a certain heart attack. He looked at her patiently as she now rested her whole body against the door. And he watched as her body engulfed the defeat.

“What if you hurt me?” She breathed out finally, the ball returning to her throat causing her voice to crack. At this, Zion furrowed his eyebrows.

“What if this is just your desire talking and not what I think it is? what I actually want it to be? ” She questioned again this time letting out a shakey breath. “I’m scared Zi.”

A chuckled escaped his mouth as a smile creeped on his lips, his hand coming in contact with her cheek as he pulled her closer to connect them with her own. The kiss was passionate, something none of them had actually endured before. It was different, and it made her knees buckle slightly. He pulled away and rested his forehead on hers.

A/N: Bear with me people. I’ve had this idea for a really long time and kinda wanted to get it out there. 

Brief Summary: MetaHuman!PrettyMuch, Zion Kuwonu and Kiana Miller  are marked soulmates but once Austin Porter (who receives premonitions) has a vision about an evil celestial being that  wants to take over Planet Earth by opening it’s realm and unleashing darkness; Kiana is the only one that can stop it from happening. Even if it costs her her life. 

They raced to the center of New York city, their precise destination already designated: the Empire state building. Streaks of a bright white light could be seen from a mile away as the ache in Zion’s heart only intensed.

“Can’t you go any faster!?” He shouted loudly at Austin.

“Can’t you see I’m trying!?” Austin responded fustratingly , hands gripped on the steering wheel as if it was a life or death situation...and for them it was.

Zion could feel the burning sensation illuminate inside him...the same element that escaped his hands in a an overwhelming situation. He needs to save her. He had to. It was his obligation. A duty some could even say. The reason why they had the mark and were practically linked. The reason why they found eachother when they did and how they did. She was promised his and he hers. He refused to let her fight this battle alone.

“Shit!” Austin yelled out suddenly, the car jerking forward, coming to a full stop and halting Zion’s train of thought. The sight of a dark purple Harley Motorcycle met his eyes as he saw Maggie, her dark brown eyes bored into theirs although the windows were tinted black...he could still feel the intense stare.

Zion sighed out of defeat as they both hopped out of the black SUV, placing a hand ontop of the hood, glancing at Austin then back at Maggie. Brandon appears suddenly at their side, electricity radiating off of his body as he too stared down his girlfriend.

“I can’t let any of you through.” She commenced, gripping her matching helmet under her arm with one knee perched on the seat of her purple transportation.

“This is her battle.” She finished only this time, her eyes directly on Zion’s.

Those words felt like daggers stabbing at his chest repeatedly and rapidly. But before he had the chance to react, a loud crash was heard from the roof top of the tall building. Darkness filled the atmosphere, covering the once blue New York sky with gray sombre clouds. He watched the familiar body levitate off the edge of the building. Their  hands stretched out infront of them, a smirk sat upon it’s face as the lightning pierced through the darkness like shiny silver daggers. A small black rip tore through the sky, splitting into to two as blood curling screams and laughters could be heard. This was it. This was what Austin had warned them about. Multiple times at that but … no one listened.

“ She died slowly and painfully.” The voice taunted as the figure smirked down at the small group, dancing around joyfully in their heads fits of laughter following suit. “It was...beautiful.”

Maggie teared up. Brandon and Austin bowed their heads in dissapointment and defeat. Zion dropped to his knees as the fire escaped his hands and penetrated the concrete pavement leaving a black burnt mark, a scream escaping his mouth. He too bowed his head as the feeling of defeat shook his body. 

“Guys.” Maggie called out suddenly, pointing to the sky, captivating everyone’s attention. “Look.” And their she was. His beloved. His soul-sister. His bestfriend. The opposite element. A scream escaped her bloody and bruised mouth, her lovely dark  brown skin stained with purple-red spots, as she leaped off the ledge of the roof-top, a silver shining sword radiating blue energy in her hands. And before the Celestial being had any time to react once turned around, the sword pierced into it’s black skin, the tip of the sword poking out of it’s back.  

“No!” It screeched out, it’s hands coming in contact with the handle of the object as a look of horror appeared on it’s face. A smile of satisfaction appeared on her bruised face as she plunged it deeper. There was a sudden silence before the explosion,  somehow a bright black light filling the sky as the Alien cried out and exploded , swallowing all of it’s damage with it. When it was over the silence returned. The blue New York skies returned to their normal state, the clouds filled them gracefully, everything seemed normal again. 

“W-where is she?” Zion searched yet no sign of the beaten up damsle “ Austin?” 

Brandon zipped up fastly towards the tall building, only a ball of electricity could be seen as he zipped from room to room, floor to floor then  the rooftop before finally rejoining the others on the ground. 

“Nothing...she’s gone. It’s all gone. Like as if-” 

“It never happened.” Austin finished before letting out the breath that he didn’t even realize  was holding  in. Zion’s mind went fuzzy as he looked back at the blonde boy. 

“What are you trying to say ? Where is she?” He said, the fuzziness now replaced with anger and his hands heated up simultaneously.