#blissfulbrandon

Request:  I love your writing you’re bomb af, could you do a Zion imagine where you’re real good friends and you both flirt all the time and try to make the other real jello ;) all the time and he sees you grinding on some guy and gets real mad and it ends with some smutty shit? ;*

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Slight smut I guess but it’s not well written LOL I didn’t go all out because it was already long but if you want a part 2 that’s just smutty I can MAYBE try writing it

A/n: I know I usually write these as blurbs but I wanted this one to be a little longer so I’m posting it as a “full” imagine! I like this one a lot but I’m not very good at writing full on smut so it’s more just suggestive than anything but I hope you still like it!! :) 

Your friendship with Zion was probably one of the most complicated ones you’ve ever had in your life. Since you guys met each other, there was an instant connection, and the constant flirting convinced the other boys that you were going to end up together.

They would always tease Zion, saying how he’s whipped for you or how he needs to grow a pair and ask you out. On your side, you were always flirting back, with subtle teasing and smiles that drove him crazy.

The weird part was, neither of you ever said anything. Even though you knew you had feelings for Zion, you often tried to deny the fact that they were even there at all. It was a constant game of trying to talk yourself out of it. You didn’t know if it was out of fear, but it was.

With this strange friendship came along a lot of jealousy, and it was almost like an unspoken game that both of you were always making the other jealous, knowing they couldn’t really be angry. Although neither of you ever got into serious relationships, you still both felt a hint of jealousy when the other would flirt or have a fling with someone else.

Tonight there was a party at the house for Edwin’s birthday, and you were in your room getting ready before everyone started showing up.

You had finished your hair and makeup and stood by your closet, flipping through everything trying to look for something to wear. Your eyes landed on the red dress you remembered wearing a little while ago, specifically one Zion said he loved on you.

You smirked to yourself as you pulled it off the hanger, sliding it onto you and adjusting it in the mirror, feeling satisfied with how you looked.

You made your way to the boys’ house early since they wanted your help setting up and just wanted to see you early, so you happily agreed.

You turned the door handle, knowing it was unlocked and let yourself in, calling for the boys just to let them know it was you that had walked in.

“In the kitchen!” Edwin called, and you kicked off your shoes and held them in your hand as you scurried over to the kitchen, finding all of the boys surrounding the table with snacks sprawled out everywhere.

Zion looked up at you quickly, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of you, but he averted his gaze when he realized that you noticed.

“We’re eating good tonight I see,” you commented, walking over to them and examining the contents on the table.

“We wanna feed them the good shit,” Brandon nodded.

“I brought you a present, Ed,” you smiled, handing over the gift bag you had brought with you, “but I don’t want you to open it yet.”

“You didn’t have to get me a present,” he grinned as he walked over to you and enveloped you in a huge hug.

“I wanted to,” you smiled, ruffling his hair slightly.

You walked out to the living room, trying to move the furniture around so that it would be spacious enough for people to stand, dance and sit wherever they pleased.

“Edwin did you get decorations I wanna go all out,” you laughed, calling back to him.

As Edwin was shouting his reply, Zion walked in holding a bunch of balloons, and they surrounded him as he passed you some, asking you where you should put them.

You spread them out in the room, feeling Zion’s eyes follow you every time you moved.

“Who you trying to impress tonight?” he asked suddenly, making you turn back from where you were standing to face him, noticing a playful sparkle in his eye that he often had when he spoke to you.

“No one in particular,” you shrugged, looking down at what you were wearing as if you had forgotten.

“Oh yeah?” he teased, taking a step closer to you. You were able to smell his cologne and feel his warm breath on you because of his proximity, and your breath caught for a moment before composing yourself.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, “what? Think you’re special?”

“Not at all,” he smirked.

“Good,” you smiled, walking out of the room, smiling to yourself as you felt his eyes on you again.

The party was in full swing, almost everyone who was coming had already shown up except for a select few that decided to come super late.

Everyone had been drinking, and the music blared throughout the house, everyone laughing, dancing and having a good time together.

You usually weren’t one for house parties, but thankfully because Edwin was hosting, you knew most of the people who were there, which made you slightly more comfortable. You were feeling tipsy, but had not yet crossed that line, you weren’t planning on getting plastered, you knew you would have to be the mom for the night to the boys anyway.

You stood with Brandon and Nick, dancing stupidly to the loud music that was playing, both of them much more drunk than you were, but you found it amusing. As you danced with them, you looked over to Zion, who was standing with a beautiful girl. Your heart sped up at the sight but you quickly looked back at the boys in front of you, knowing you had no reason or right to be jealous.

“I’m gonna go grab another drink,” you said loudly to the boys so they could hear you over the music, and you earned a thumbs up from Brandon before you started making your way back to the kitchen.

“Why is Edwin so popular,” you whispered to yourself as you slithered your way through the piles of people, passing Zion on your way there, trying not to let your eyes linger on him for too long.

You sat at the island for a moment, sighing slightly due to the relief you felt from being off your feet. The heels you had put on were starting to take a toll on you.

Your eyes scanned the room, noting everyone around you, listening in on some conversations. You mingled there for a while and once you were finished your drink, you decided to head back to where everyone was dancing.

As you were walking to Brandon and Nick someone stopped you. You took in his tan skin and full lips as you looked up at him, his smile charming. You knew you had seen him before, but you couldn’t remember a name for the life of you.

“Wanna dance?” he offered.

You were going to turn him down, but when you glanced over your shoulder and saw Zion’s hands on another girls waist, you turned back with a grin, nodding your head enthusiastically.

The boy smiled sweetly at you, taking your hand and guiding you through the pile of writhing bodies, all pushing and bumping against each other as they danced and sang along to a song you didn’t recognize, but liked anyway.

You began trying to move your body to the rhythm of the music, the boy in front of you doing the same. You felt slightly self conscious, but not uncomfortable. You loved dancing, and he didn’t seem super creepy, so you were fine.

When he placed a hand on your waist and pulled you closer, you didn’t decline, taking a step closer and putting a hand on his shoulder as you continued swaying your hips back and forth, just enjoying the casual moment.

He took your hand and twirled you around, making you laugh as he ended up behind you, his hands still firmly grasping your hips as you danced, words not being spoken between the two of you since the music was too loud.

You were able to see Zion now, who had his gaze fixed on you until your eyes met him, making him turn away quickly like he did earlier that day. He didn’t want to show that he cared. He didn’t want you to know he felt something burning up inside him when he saw you with another guy, his hands roaming your body.

You started grinding against him, moving your body against his as he did the same back to you, and you laughed at the moment, knowing it was nothing serious.

You still weren’t super drunk, but the room was spinning slightly, making everything more amusing than it should have been.

You made a point to grind against the guy more, occasionally glancing over at Zion to see if he was looking, which he was. For a fleeting second you felt bad for using this boy to make Zion jealous, but he was still having fun without knowing that.

The song ended and you laughed, turning back to face the boy and thanking him for the dance.

“That was fun,” you smiled to him.

“It was, maybe save me another before the end of the night?” he asked, his eyes quickly sweeping over your figure before coming back to meet your eyes.

“Maybe,” you smiled before walking away from him, approaching Zion but passing him as if you didn’t even notice he was there. You knew that always got to him.

You felt a hand grab your arm lightly, and when you turned around you saw it was Zion, his eyebrows furrowed together as he looked at you, not saying a word for a few moments.

“What?” you asked, waiting for him to say something instead of just stare at you.

“What the hell was that?” he asked loudly, referring to what he just witnessed on the “dance floor”.

“What the hell was what?” you questioned, acting oblivious even though you knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Grinding with some dude you don’t even know!” he exclaimed, “Y/n he could have been a creep or like try to follow you home or something.”

“I’m staying here tonight anyway,” you shrugged, ignoring the rest of his comment.

“That’s not the point!” he said, throwing his hands up, “I don’t want grimy dudes touching you like that it’s gross.”

“Why do you care, Zion?” you asked, lifting an eyebrow as you took a step closer to him, a playful smirk starting to form on your face.

“Fuck outta here,” he said, throwing his head back as he let out a laugh, not wanting to admit that he was jealous. He tried to play it off as looking out for you, but you knew the real reason he brought it up to you.

One of your favorite songs came on and you jumped excitedly, dancing subtly in front of him.

“Are you....jealous?” you said quietly.

“Not even a little,” he lied, watching you dance, admiring the way your body moved in the dress you were wearing. 

“So you mean, you weren’t mad when I was doing this?” you teased, turning around and pushing your butt up to Zion, moving it around to the beat of the song that was playing.

“Not at all,” he replied, trying to be stubborn. He tried not to touch you, but eventually couldn’t help himself, his hands grazing up your body and landing on your hips, bringing them closer to him. 

You smiled to yourself, knowing you had won as you continued dancing with him, eventually turning around to face him, putting your hands on his shoulders as you both swayed to the music.

“You sure you weren’t jealous?” you teased.

“Y/n you can do what you want I’m not jealous,” he persisted, his voice totally unconvincing. 

You moved your hand from his shoulder down his torso, landing on his crotch as you started palming him through the jeans he was wearing, making his let out a loud gasp since he wasn’t expecting it.

“Would you be mad if I did that to someone else?” you whispered into his ear, making his hair on his neck stand up.

“No,” he lied, and at this point he knew that you knew he was lying, he was just keeping it up for show. He tried not to show that he liked what you were doing, but when he let out a slight moan, he knew you wouldn’t let that down.

“Wanna go to your room?” you asked, moving your hand away, taking his large hand in yours.

“Yeah let’s do that,” he nodded, “to talk?”

“To talk,” you winked, walking to the staircase that led to his bedroom. You heard Brandon hollering behind you, making you roll your eyes as you continued. 

You shut the door behind you, pushing Zion towards his bed where he sat down, looking up at you as you stood in front of him. His eyes scanned your face and body again, admiring how good you looked.

You hands found his shoulders again as you straddled him, your hands going down his torso as you grinded against him slightly, making his breathing heavier.

“You look so good in that dress,” he said, his hands going up and down your body, eventually resting on your thighs that he gripped tightly. “But I think you would look better with it off.”

“Oh yeah?” you teased, your lips making their way to his neck, lingering there before moving up to his jaw, making his head fall back.

His hand reached behind you, fiddling with the zipper of your dress before pulling it down, making you smile at him.

You played with the bottom of his shirt, putting your hands under it momentarily before pulling it off him, your eyes lingering on his body.

“Like what you see?” he asked, kissing your collarbones as he gently moved the dress of your shoulder, starting to pull it down.

“Maybe,” you teased, moving down to his pants.

You both stood up, him removing his jeans as you kicked off the dress that was still resting on your bottom half.

Zion laid you on the bed, hovering over you as he kissed down your body, making you shiver slightly. You couldn’t believe this was happening.

“I really want to kiss you,” he muttered as he looked at your lips.

“So do it,” you urged,  pulling him down closer as you attached your lips to his, his mouth immediately opening, your mouths and tongues moving together as you felt the heat of his body against yours.

He pulled away from you, grinning at you as he continued kissing down your body, nipping slightly at your boobs and then your inner thighs, making you gasp unexpectedly.

As his lips moved down your hips, his finger lightly touched you over your panties, and you looked down at him as he smiled suggestively.

He moved his finger in circles on your clit, making you moan slightly at the feeling of friction. Your hips bucked up, wanting more as he chuckled at how you finally melted into his fingertips, something he never thought would happen.

He finally pulled down your underwear, and you felt his warm breath as he didn’t touch you, making you want him even more.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long,” he said to you, his hands running down your bare legs.

“Give me all you got, Kuwonu,” you smirked, “but I don’t know how much longer I can wait so hurry.”

You groaned as you hands made their way to your head, as if somehow that was going to take away the massive headache you had along with all the other horrible symptoms you had been faced with.

Brandon walked into your room with a plate of food, knowing you weren’t going to want to go to the kitchen to get it and eat it.

“Are you feeling any better?” he asked as he set the plate on your lap, plopping down beside you as he leaned against the headboard.

“No,” you said bluntly, a pout forming on your face as you stared down at your plate of food, wanting to eat it but feeling no form of an appetite or the energy to even pick anything up off the plate.

“Is someone grumpy?” he teased, poking your cheek with his finger.

“No shit, I literally feel so miserable I hate this so much,” you groaned again, leaning your head back and closing your eyes, trying to forget about everything that was happening.

“I know, love, I’m sorry,” Brandon cooed, playing with your hair as he encouraged you to at least try to take a few bites of something so you weren’t running on a completely empty stomach.

“I don’t wanna,” you whined, wrapping your arms around him as you rested on his chest, just wanting to cuddle.

“I know you don’t but you’re gonna feel even worse if you don’t eat,” he persisted, picking something up and pretending to feed it to you like an airplane. You couldn’t help but laugh before opening your mouth and eating it.

After Brandon having to force you to eat a small amount of what was on your plate, he got up with the dishes to carry them back down to the kitchen.

“Don’t go,” you whined, wanting him to stay in bed with you.

“I’ll be back in 2 minutes,” he smiled, leaning down to kiss the top of your head before disappearing from the room.

You groaned again, flopping your head down on the pillow and closing your eyes, waiting for him to come back. He took a little longer than expected so when he finally walked back in you frowned.

“I know I know, longer than 2 minutes,” he laughed, walking over to the side of the bed you were lying on, putting his arms under your body before slowly beginning to lift you.

“What are you doing?” you asked quickly, staring at him.

“I ran you a bath, so I’m taking you there,” he said matter-of-factly, giving you a grin before beginning to walk towards the bathroom, placing you down on the toilet seat gently.

He kissed your temple , putting his hand in the water to make sure it was the right temperature.

“Arms up,” he told you, and you obliged, lifting your arms up as Brandon slowly pulled off the shirt you were wearing that happened to be his. He took off the rest of your clothes gently, with so much ease he was almost going in slow motion.

“Take my hand,” he said, holding it out for you as he helped you into the bathtub, smiling down at you.

“Come in with me,” you whined, sticking out your bottom lip as you looked up at your boyfriend, just wanting to be in his arms to make you feel better, at least mentally.

“You sure?” he asked, earning just a nod from you in response.

He quickly stripped down and climbed in with you, sliding behind you so you were able to sit between his legs, your bare back pressing against his chest as you let out a soft sigh of content.

His arms were wrapped around you and you took them in yours, playing with his fingers as you leaned back even more, closing your eyes and enjoying the warmth of the water and Brandon’s presence with you. It brought you an immense amount of comfort.

Brandon moved his arms for a moment, and you were confused before you felt them on your shoulders, working out some of the tension, pressing his lips to your shoulders and back as he did so.

You decided to break the comfortable silence.

“You’re the best, B,” you sighed happily.

“Gotta take care of my baby,” he said happily. “I wish I could make all the pain and discomfort go away, but I’ll do my best to help since I can’t do that.”

“I love you so much,” you whispered, turning around to kiss him, apologizing afterwards once you realized he could get sick because of you.

“Don’t apologize,” he laughed, “I would rather get sick than not kiss you, besides, if I do get sick then it’s your turn to take care of me.”

You groaned jokingly before breaking into a smile, showing him you were joking before kissing him again, the water splashing around slightly because of your movement.

You settled back down into the position you were in before, enjoying Brandon’s loving hands caress you, going from your hair to your shoulders and back, to holding your hands and tracing patterns with his thumb.

LOVE THIS!!! (also not a weirdo at all keep sending them i love these actually)

i incorporated the request for a movie night with Nick into this one!!

“I’m so ready!” Nick smiled, rubbing his hands together as he scanned the kitchen, deciding what snacks to grab. 

Once he decided, he stuffed his arms with them, telling you to go grab the blankets which you were already doing.

Nick was spreading out the snacks while you set up all the blankets and pillows on the couch, ready to cuddle while the two of you watched the Disney movies you had pulled out and set on the table.

“Can we watch Aladdin first?” you asked, giving him your puppy dog eyes just in case he was thinking about choosing something else.

“Of course, ma,” he smiled, “I know it’s your favorite.”

You grinned widely, sitting down on the couch as he put the movie in, grabbing the remote and walking back over to you, plopping down onto the couch dramatically.

You held open the blanket that you had placed around yourself, inviting him to join you, which he did. He scooted over, leaning into you as you placed the blanket over both of you, kissing his head and squeezing him for a few seconds.

You watched the movie, clapping excitedly whenever the songs came on, singing along loudly as you danced in your spot, Nick joining you.

As you watched, your smile was huge, your eyes wide and bright as you watched one of your favorite movies and one that shaped your childhood. You knew it inside and out.

Nick couldn’t help but continue to look over at you, he found the childlike happiness that was radiating off you was extremely adorable, and he couldn’t help but stare.

“What are you looking at?” you asked, elbowing him lightly as you looked back at him, the movie playing in the background.

“Nothing,” he shrugged, looking back at the screen.

“You were staring,” you sang, poking his side and kissing his cheek.

“Was not,” he lied, shaking his head at you.

Your eyes lingered on him for a few moments and you reached out and touched his face lightly, making him look over at your before you pressed your lips to his, your fingers running through his hair.

He deepened the kiss, your mouths moving perfectly together as he moved so he was hovering over you.

You heard the beginning of “A whole new world” playing in the background, and you felt your excitement build up.

“I CAN SHOW YOU THE WORLD!” you sang loudly, pulling away from Nick, making him burst out laughing at your sudden performance.

You continued to sing loudly, waving your arms around as you took Nick’s hands, singing to him, and he sang along to the parts that he knew as well.

When the movie was over, you let Nick choose the next one, and he happily put on “Mulan” and came back to the couch and settled down next to you. This time, you had switched positions and you were now cuddled up into him, his arms around you as you lay on him, watching the movie quietly, shoving snacks into your mouths as the movie went on.

You picked up a handful of chips and nestled back into Nick, singing along to the soundtrack as well, the bouncing of your body making Nick move around as well.

“Want?” you asked, looking up at him and holding a chip in front of his mouth. He nodded and opened his mouth, and you shoved it in, laughing as you brought your arm back down.

By the time the third movie came on, you felt your energy come down. You had been so excited before that now you were starting to crash, but didn’t want the movie night to end yet. It had gotten a pretty late start so you were starting to feel tired, but were going to force yourself to stay awake since you had been looking forward to this.

Nick had his hand under your shirt, rubbing your back, which was relaxing you even more and making you even more sleepy.

He watched as your eyes struggled to stay open, fluttering shut every so often for a few seconds before opening again.

“Don’t fall asleep,” he teased, shaking his head at you.

“I won’t,” you said back, craning your neck to look up at him. “I promise.”

“You say that a lot and then 5 minutes later you’re passed out,” Nick joked, and your jaw dropped, pretending to be offended.

“Don’t call me out like that,” you gasped, making him laugh at you once again.

You had gone back to watching the movie, making it a point to stay awake so you could prove Nick wrong.

You felt a pair of eyes boring into you, and you smirked to yourself as you glanced up, Nick’s head shooting in the opposite direction instantly.

“You’re staring again,” you grinned, poking his stomach teasingly, staring back up at him from your position on the couch.

“Am not,” he shrugged, trying to convince you otherwise.

“Come on, Mara, just admit it,” you told him.

“Fine, I was staring,” he confessed, smiling down at you with a goofy expression, “but it’s your fault.”

“How is it my fault that you keep staring at me?” you questioned, raising your eyebrow at him.

“Because you’re so damn beautiful you keep distracting me from the movie,” he told you.

“Oh yeah?” you teased again, sitting up slightly so you could look at him better without straining your neck.

“Yeah mami,” he whispered, pressing his lips to your neck, making your head fall back slightly.

“Now who’s the distracting one?” you asked, running your hands down his torso, smiling at him.

“It’s still you, actually, you started this by being so damn cute,” he smirked.

“Never gonna win this argument, am I?” you asked.

“I guess I should go, it’s getting late,” you yawned, sitting up from where you were, cuddling with Austin as you watched a movie.

“Wanna stay over?” he asked quickly, not expecting it to come out but sort of panicking after he realized what he said.

“I mean, only if you want to,” he said nervously, looking down at his lap, unable to read your expression, “I just figure I’d offer since you’re already tired.”

“Austin, it’s okay, you don’t have to be nervous,” you giggled, taking his hand in yours, “I would love to.”

“I just know we’ve never stayed the night at each other’s place yet so I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he shrugged.

“It’s okay, it’s a step I want to take,” you smiled, “plus you’re right, I am pretty tired and don’t feel like driving myself home.”

He leaned over and kissed you, pulling you back into his arms as you guys finished the movie you were watching before. You didn’t really feel nervous about sleeping at Austin’s, in fact, the idea kind of excited you.

Austin noticed your eyes had been getting heavier, watching as you struggled to keep them open. When the movie was over, he shut off the TV and scooped you up to bring you upstairs.

“You don’t have to carry me,” you giggled, “I can walk.”

“I wanted to,” he shrugged, bringing you into his bedroom and setting you down on his bed.

He went to his closet, pulling out clothes for you to wear to bed, handing them over to you with a sweet smile.

“You know I love this shirt,” you grinned, holding it up and looking at it before setting it back down again.

“I have an extra toothbrush in the bathroom, and stuff for you to wash your face too if you want,” he told you, “do you need anything else? A snack or water or something?”

“I’m okay, Austin,” you grinned, standing up and walking over to him, wrapping your arms around him as you looked into his eyes, “everything’s perfect.”

You walked into his bathroom, changing into the clothes he gave you before rummaging around for the extra toothbrush he mentioned. Once you found it, you tied up your hair and quickly brushed your teeth and washed your face.

When you walked back into Austin’s room, you heard the soft sound of piano playing, the lights off except for a small bedside lamp.

“I can sleep on the floor or the couch if you want the bed to yourself,” he suggested as he stood up, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“Of course not, dummy, it’s your bed too, you’re sleeping in it,” you told him as you sat down, asking him what side was usually his so you could have the opposite.

“I like the music,” you noted once you had both settled down, your arm draped over his torso as you rested on his chest, a small smile on your face still.

“Thank you!” he exclaimed, “I know you usually listen to music while falling asleep so I put some on.”

“You really didn’t have to do all this,” you muttered. “I would have been fine sleeping in what I was wearing and just lying here.”

“I want to make it the best for you, that’s what you deserve,” he responded, his hand tracing light pattern on your back as your eyes began fluttering shut.

of course you can call me bitch, i don’t mind in the slightest hahaha😂  and thank you for this i love the soft concepts oh my goodness!! Hope you like this, I love youu!

You were lying in bed with Zion, staring out the window at the full moon in the sky, being the only source of light shining into your room. The window was open a crack, the light breeze blowing through, rippling the bed sheets as you and Zion lay together in silence.

Your head was resting on his chest, your arms draped over his torso as he held you close, his hands roaming your body. They would go from rubbing your back to playing with your hair to fiddling with your hands in his or the hem of your shirt. His breathing was low, occasional kisses being pressed everywhere on your, making you smile sleepily. 

“I love this,” you mumbled, readjusting so you could be even closer to him, the warmth of his bare chest making you feel safe and comfortable.

“Me too, I could stay here forever,” he replied, his fingers tracing down the length of your arm, sending goosebumps across your skin as a reaction.

Nights were always your favorite. When the two of you would just lie together in the dark, talking about anything and everything until you both managed to drift off to sleep in each other’s arms. 

There was a strong sense of calm when you lay together at night, a sense of time almost stopping, like you could stay in this moment forever. It differed from the mornings you spent together.

You looked up at him, admiring his features that seemed to be softened in this dim lighting. Even in the darkness, the soft hue of the moon made him look like he was glowing.

“You’re beautiful,” you said out loud, your voice hushed as you spoke to him.

“Thank you, so are you,” he grinned, looking down at you.

You reached your hand up, tracing over all the angles and curves of his face, smiling to yourself.

“I like your eyebrows they look like cute lil caterpillars,” you laughed, fatigue taking over you as your voice switched from it’s usual tone to a lower, sleepier sound. “And the way your nose just does this little swoop, and your lips are so soft and kissable and that smile.”

“Are you tired?” he asked, kissing you softly on the lips before kissing you repeatedly on the rest of your face.

“Maybe just a little,” you said, your eyes heavy as you laughed harder than you should have.

“For real though, you look like art. Like someone one day was like ‘I’m going to create the most gorgeous thing ever’ and sculpted you with like a stick and a rock and here you are,” you muttered, not really sure of what you were saying.

It was one of those moods where words just spilled from your mouth with absolutely no forethought or care in the world. 

“You’re a goof,” he laughed, squeezing you slightly and telling you how beautiful he thought you were as well.

“You’re waaaay more beautiful,” you told him, shaking your finger at him, “I just got really lucky that you like me because wow.”

You guys continued to talk, the sleepiness becoming more and more apparent in your voice as you rambled to Zion, probably not making any sense. Your words were slightly slurred and your voice was quiet as you went on and on to him.

“This is gonna sound really cheesy,” he warned, “but I love when you’re half asleep and talking nonsense.”

“I’m fully awake I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you defended, even though you and him both knew that was a lie. “And I am not talking nonsense, I think I make total sense in my humble opinion.”

“Whatever you say baby,” Zion teased.

“What I say is that you are wrong,” you told him, crossing your arms jokingly before throwing them over him again, your eyes closing for a few moments before shooting back open.

“Go to sleep love,” Zion whispered.

“But I want to stay awake with you,” you whined, lifting your head slightly to kiss his collarbone and then his jaw, your head flopping back onto his chest.

“I’ll still be here when you wake up,” he grinned, “promise.”

“Pinky promise?” you asked, sticking out your pinky as you looked up at him, making him feel like he was melting just look at you.

“I pinky promise,” he laughed, interlocking his finger with yours and kissing it, “now get some sleep.”

I didn’t know who to write this for but I chose B because the last food related one was about him too so idk figured might as well plus I’m #soft for Brandon 

Feel free to send in any concepts for blurbs you want me to write!!! 

“Breakfast?” you suggested after you and Brandon had been lying in bed for over an hour after both waking up, groggy but happy.

“Mhm,” Brandon mumbled, his face buried in the crook of your neck, not wanting to leave this moment but the loud grumble in his stomach was telling him otherwise.

“What do you wanna make?” you asked him, tracing over his tattoos with your fingers as you waited for a reply.

“Pancakes?” he asked, lifting his head and looking at you his eyes slightly glimmering in the sunlight, his glasses still lying on the bedside table.

“Pancakes are perfect,” you nodded, pecking his lips before flipping the blankets over, stepping out of bed and throwing one of Brandon’s shirts on over your body as you went downstairs, pulling everything out that you needed to make pancakes.

Brandon followed soon after, his hair messy from the way he slept, his jogging pants sitting perfectly on his hips. You took a moment to scan your eyes over his body, taking in his beauty, which made him smirk to himself.

“You checking me out, babe?” he asked, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you, swaying back and forth slightly.

“Maybe I am,” you smiled, “got a problem with that?”

“Never,” he teased, shaking his head as he kissed your forehead, watching as you measured all the pancake ingredients and added them into a bowl.

“You gonna help me or just stand there and watch?” you asked him when you noticed he was just silently standing behind you, not contributing whatsoever.

“I’m just gonna mess them up if I try,” he laughed, “you already know that based on past experiences where I have tried to help you make food.”

“Yeah like the cookie incident,” you deadpanned, still jokingly holding a grudge against him for that.

“Exactly,” he pointed, “besides, you make them the best anyway.”

“Fine, I’ll take that as a compliment,” you sighed, mixing the ingredients together while Brandon got you a pan from the bottom drawer of the kitchen.

“There, I did something,” he laughed, kissing your temple quickly.

You put the batter onto the pan, humming to yourself quietly as you waited for the perfect time to flip them. Brandon was holding out a plate for you so that you could pile them on as you took them off the pan, feeling as though he was helping.

Once you made the last pancake and finally had no batter left, you put away all the dishes and ingredients you had used, walking over to the table with the bottle of syrup in your hand, plopping it down.

Brandon set down the pancakes in the middle of the table along with the two empty plates he put in your spots, taking a seat across from you.

You admired the flowers that sat in the middle of the table that Brandon had bought you before stabbing a pancake with your fork and dropping it on your plate, snatching the syrup before Brandon had the chance.

“Very stealthy,” he nodded, poking at his pancake as he waited for you to be done with the syrup.

“You snooze you lose,” you shrugged, sliding it across the table when you were finished.

He took his first bite, a small moan escaping him as he close his eyes, making you giggle at the sight of it.

“See, babe, I told you,” he mumbled with a piece of pancake still in his mouth, “you make the BEST pancakes.”

“Why thank you,” you smiled, taking a bite of your own as you nodded, slightly impressed with how they turned out.

“I could eat these every day,” Brandon told you.

“Don’t count on that, B,” you replied, “especially when you don’t help.”

“Hey! I helped, slightly!” he defended.

“Slightly being the key word,” you laughed, kicking him under the table.

Your baby was placed in your arms, wailing loudly but you didn’t care. Tears began unexpectedly streaming down your face as you held your baby in your arms, unable to take your eyes off him. You realized that you had never loved anything more in the world. After having him grow inside you for 9 months, you were ecstatic to finally be able to see him and hold him and most importantly raise him. You were looking forward to every little moment you were going to have with this child for the rest of your life.

You were finally able to tear your eyes off of him, looking over at Zion who was sat beside you, his eyes also fixated on the child you held in your arms.

“You wanna hold him?” you asked, kissing the top of his head as you placed your arms in a way where you were able to lift him up.

Zion nodded and you passed the baby over, laying it in Zion’s arms as he stared down at him, his smile so wide as he looked down at his child.

“Look at this little guy!” he exclaimed, looking back up at you briefly as he giggled, “we made this, this is ours.”

“He sure is,” you giggled, reaching over and squeezing Zion’s hand, grateful that he had been there for you throughout the whole process, and you couldn’t help but smile as you thought about all the memories your family was going to have in the future.

“Oh my god he’s so cute!” Zion squealed, lowering his face closer to your son’s, examining every detail of his face, his eyes welling up with tears slightly but they never slid down his face. His happiness radiated throughout the room as he ran his hand over the baby’s head, kissing it afterwards.

“I think he’s gonna end up looking like you,” he told you, looking back up at you.

“No way,” you said, shaking your head. “He’s gonna be a mini you for sure, no doubts about it.”

“Well I hope he looks like you more,” Zion nodded, “he’ll be just as beautiful as his mama.”

Zion managed to maneuver his way to you, able to lean down and kiss you as he took your hand in his.

“You did amazing today, baby,” he cooed, kissing you again, unable to control the insane happiness he was feeling. “You’ve been a trouper this whole time and now he’s finally here I can’t believe it. You did so well.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” you replied, smiling up at him.

Eventually the nurses told you that they were going to bathe the baby, and asked if you both wanted to join. You nodded excitedly and Zion helped you out of the hospital bed, not letting go of your hand the whole time.

Throughout the process you were staring into his eyes, and even though he was just born you felt like he was the missing piece you’ve been needing, the thing that has completed you fully. Now that he was here, you couldn’t imagine a life without him.

“I can’t wait to put him in one of those cute onesies we bought him,” Zion chuckled, cupping the water in his hand to put over the baby’s head.

“Me too, he’s gonna be the cutest little dude ever,” you laughed along.

“Maybe we’re a bit biased but who cares,” Zion laughed.

Once he was clean and all his tests were completed, you were able to go back to the bed and hold him, never wanting to let go.

“Can he stay this small please?” you laughed, kissing his face, noting the newborn baby smell that you loved so much.

“For real, he’s so cute,” Zion said, reaching over and playing with the baby’s fingers, mentally noting the size difference and laughing to himself, knowing it wasn’t going to be that way forever.

You both enjoyed this moment together with the new member of your family, completely on cloud nine. You didn’t even care about the struggles that came with parenthood, you were just over the moon about starting your new life with this baby.

“I gotta say we did good, babe,” Zion said, smiling at you, “but you did most of the work.”

“I can’t wait to go through this journey together,” you grinned, “I’m so happy to be here with you, Z.”

“I can’t do this anymore, Y/n, I’m sorry,” Edwin said quietly, looking down at his feet as you stood there in front of him, searching for something to say, not sure how to feel.

“I-I don’t understand,” you choked out, confused about how this was happening when you thought everything had been going so well between the two of you.

“This whole thing was just, not supposed to happen, it was a dumb mistake and I’m sorry,” he sighed, “I can’t keep going on and pretending like this.”

“So what I was just a prize to be won this whole time?” you snapped, starting to feel angry even though you felt like your chest was going to explode at any instant.

“I was interested, but I wanted to get you first, to prove something to myself I guess,” he said. “I shouldn’t have done that to you and I tried to make it work, I really did, but I can’t anymore.”

“You’re an asshole, Edwin,” you said, your voice cracking as tears began to sting your eyes. You looked away from him, not even able to hold his gaze for more than a few seconds. He made you feel so small, so destroyed, and most of all, lied to.

“I never wanted to hurt you, Y/n!” he defended, taking a step towards you but you put your arm out, stopping him.

“Just get out,” you whispered, and with that he began walking to the door.

“I hope one day we can be friends again,” he said over his shoulder before gently closing the door behind him, leaving you in a puddle of tears as you sunk down onto your couch, trying to understand everything Edwin just told you.

It was all fake, it was all just a game to him. You couldn’t believe it.

*

You didn’t know how much time had passed since Edwin left your apartment, but you were broken out of your thoughts when you heard a knock on the door.

“Go away!” you shouted, assuming it was most probably Edwin coming back, or someone you just really didn’t want to see or feel like talking to.

“Y/n, can you open up? It’s Brandon,” you heard the familiar voice say from outside your door.

Brandon was one of your best friends, so you decided you wouldn’t give him the cold shoulder. Besides, you could probably use a hug or someone to talk to right now.

You sighed as you stood up off the couch, dragging your feet across the floor before opening the door, revealing Brandon standing there, a tub of ice cream in hand.

“I heard what happened,” he said softly, not wanting to upset you more, “mind if I come in?”

You nodded and stepped aside for him to walk in, and your tears began pouring down again the second he pulled you into his arms, squeezing you tightly as you let everything out. Brandon rubbed your back and told you it was okay as he let you cry into his chest for a few minutes before being able to compose yourself.

“Sorry about that,” you muttered, wiping your tears with the sleeve of your hoodie, fanning yourself as you got it together, feeling slightly embarrassed that you just did that.

“Don’t worry about it,” Brandon told you, giving you a sweet smile as you guys went to the couch, Brandon grabbing spoons from your kitchen drawer before joining you.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked after handing you a spoon, his heart hurting at the sight of you, but he wanted to be there for you more than anything. 

He was mad at Edwin, and knew that if he had just put his ego aside, you wouldn’t have been hurt like this. If Brandon had maybe made a move faster, none of this would have happened.

“I just can’t believe it,” you shrugged, still sniffling. “I really thought he loved me, and to know I was just part of some competition or bet or god knows what just really hurts.”

“It wasn’t really a competition,” Brandon mumbled.

“Hm?” you asked with a mouthful of ice cream, wondering if Brandon was aware of something you weren’t.

“It was more him being an ass than a competition,” Brandon shrugged.

“Go on,” you encouraged waiting for more.

“Well, I met you first which you know, and after I told Edwin I was kinda crushing on you he said he thought you were cute too,” Brandon started, “so I guess he wanted to prove something and ‘get you first’ and beat me to it.”

“He just wanted to make himself feel better,” you whispered to yourself, “such a dick I don’t think he ever even loved me.”

After saying that you realized what Brandon had said, your eyes widening slightly as you looked back up at him.

“Wait, did you say…you had a crush on me?” you asked him, his nerves appearing so clearly on his face as he looked back at you.

“Yeah, never really went away though,” he confessed, “but I know with everything going on nothing will happen and that’s okay, I just want you in my life no matter what.”

“You’re so sweet, B,” you smiled, “you’ve always been so sweet.”

“I try my best,” he grinned.

“It’s a lot to think about right now,” you sighed, “but we can talk more after all of this blows over, see what happens?”

“Take your time, Y/n, I never want to rush you or make you feel forced,” Brandon smiled sweetly at you, the sun bouncing off his glasses slightly as he looked at you, “but just know Edwin is a dick, and I’ll be here for you no matter what.”