#brandon arreaga fluff

[beanzybrandon]

Hello my loves. 

It felt appropriate to check in and let you all know Im alive and well lol, and I hope you are too.

It’s been a while since Ive written anything, so requests are currently OPEN. Please send ideas!! :)

#brandon arreaga #edwin honoret #zion kuwonu #austin porter #nick mara #prettymuch #prettymuch imagine #prettymuch smut #prettymuch beanz #prettymuch fluff #prettymuch angst

[whosjunglejim4322]

Cross The Line- Z.K (18+)

Warnings: through the clothes shenanigans, heavy kissing, oral (f and m receiving) , Z being soft

You hate parties. You always have, always will- and Zion knows that better than anyone. He can see the dejection written all over that soft, familiar face of yours, annoyance hidden between the tight furrow of your brows.

His breath is warm against your ear, and you shiver against his side as you begin to feel increasingly tempted to burrow yourself in his hoodie altogether.

“Too many people here, huh?”

“Yeah, and I’m cold.”  You scowl, a chuckle falling from his plump lips as he throws a long, heavy arm around your slumped shoulders, pressing you closer to the heat of his body.

You rest your head against his shoulder, and the smell of cologne brings you comfort, along with the scent of dryer sheets- the snuggle ones specifically, he refuses to use anything else. You love him more for it. 

“Finally.”

Your eyes threaten to close, just before you hear his voice, the octave low enough to send vibrations through his chest, the sensation causing a stir in your belly.

You push the wandering thought to the back of your mind as a hoard of people begin moving towards the small leather couch you and Zion are sat on, a blunt resting snugly between the fingers of the party’s host.

“C'mere mama.”

Strong hands gently grip the small of your waist, your feet moving faster than your brain as you find yourself sitting atop Zions firm thighs, his broad chest pressed against your back. 

It’s not like you two have never been in this position before, its normal. You’re best friends. For three years, it’s been like this. 

Still, something feels off. Not in a bad way, necessarily, but it isn’t like Zion to have his arm locked protectively around your middle in front of all these people, as if he isnt even the least bit scared of anyone seeing.

As if he wants them to see.

The blunt is passed to you before him, and you notice a slight shake to your wrist as you bring it to your lips, inhaling and allowing the smoke to enter your lungs before you turn to the side just slightly- giving it to Zion, who’s honey coloured eyes are locked onto you like this is the first time he’s ever seen you.

It’s the weed, it has to be, right?

Now it’s you who is watching him, as his eyes close ever so slowly while he takes a puff, letting the smoke billow from his mouth and into his nose.

You almost forget that it’s a party, the noise and chatter sounding as if it’s distant, further away than in the room, surrounding you both.

You take a deep breath, turning around to face away from his penetrative gaze as your fingers dig into the meat of his thighs through the material of his jeans, your hips wiggling only slightly as you attempt to get comfortable. 

He hums, you feel it, and his grip on you tightens just a tiny bit, not enough for anyone else to notice, but definitely enough for you to. 

In fact, that’s not the only thing you notice. 

You know that he knows you know, especially when you suddenly stiffen in his arms, your heartbeat practically echoing in your ears as your pulse pounds beneath your skin. 

“You alright?” 

You gasp only loud enough for him to hear, chills rising across the surface of your skin as you turn in his grasp to face him at a more comfortable angle, your tongue darting out to lick your lips. 

“You’re hard, Z.”

Fuck. You make it so damn difficult when you look at him like that. With this slight wonder, curiosity even, with a hint of shock. Yet, even so, he can feel the way you are squeezing your thighs together, attempting to relieve the building pressure between them. He twitches inside his briefs. 

“Does it make you uncomfortable?”

Your heart skips a beat, the need to reassure him that you are far from uncomfortable, almost unbearable. You ignore his question. 

“Can we go somewhere, Caleb?”

He’ll never get over how you saying his first name makes him feel. It’s silly, he usually hates it. Even so, it’s just a first name, nothing special. But you somehow turn it into something magical. He wants to hear you say it all day. 

His hand nearly swallows yours whole with its size, his palms soft, fingers gentle as they wrap around your wrist. He’s fast, long legs moving through crowds of intoxicated people swiftly as you trail behind him, free hand gripping the back of his hoodie. 

He fumbles horribly when trying to open the door to an empty bedroom, but he does get it open, and upon entering- your lips find his within the first three seconds. 

He cups your cheeks in his wide palms, your fingers pushing his dreads out from in front of his face as his tongue skims your bottom lip. You moan into his mouth, and he grips your hips with enough force to further elicit those sweet sounds he already adores so much. 

And then you stop. 

You look like you’ve just run a marathon, overwhelmed and taking deep, controlled breaths that seem to have spurred from the realization that you just kissed your best friend of three years. 

His heart starts to ache, stomach turning with anxiety. Say something. Anything. He thinks to himself. 

“I’m sorry, oh my god, I’m so sorry Zion.” 

His eyebrows furrow together, fingers clasping around your wrist as you cradle your face in your palms. 

“Sorry? For what, angel?” 

His voice is soft, and the anxiety that had previously been rising in your throat, settles somewhat as you look up at his soft, familiar features. You want to kiss him again. 

“I- well, I kissed you.” You state, his topaz colored eyes becoming increasingly dark as he closes the space between your bodies, face held in his hands. 

“Yeah, why’d you stop?” Your belly turns at his voices drop in octave, the tension in the air thick and palpable, both of you clearly hot and bothered. Your skin prickles with adrenaline and need, and judging by the way his obsidian pupils are blown out, he’s feeling the same way. 

“I- well I didn’t know you wanted me to kiss you.” 

He laughs, a genuine, jovial sound filling the space between you as his thumb tenderly swipes the apple of your cheek. 

“How could you ever think that?”

He sounds breathless, his plush, tempting mouth only inches away from yours as your noses meet, grazing each other in the pursuit of something more. 

Without inhibition, Zion kisses you this time, both of you still and absorbing the impact of such a delicate, yet fever inducing kiss that causes you both to hum in satisfaction. 

Not an inch is left between you, it seems like, when you two are body to body, hands feeling all the places that you’ve never gotten to touch, but have always admired. 

Your clothes suddenly feel too tight, especially when every nerve in your body is telling you that you to be touched. Not just by anyone though, by him. 

His tongue is soft and wet against the roof of your mouth, your fingers locked around the nape of his neck as he places you onto the soft mattress by the back of your thighs. 

“Can I please-mmm- taste you?” 

He speaks between slow, drawn out kisses, and you feel a pool of wetness gathering between your legs, no doubt evident through your underwear, if he were to look. 

You want him to look.

You know that this is most definitely what you want, you’re aching for it by now, but the weed still makes you bolder than you actually are, which isn’t so bad right about now. Sober you would be overthinking to the point of physical tears, especially since this is Zion, your Zion, going down on you. 

But you take one look at him, into those gentle eyes that sometimes seem warmer than the sun, and you know that you’d trust him with your life. He is home in so many ways.

“Yes, Caleb. Yes.” 

He feels himself harden to an uncomfortable point inside his jeans, that are suddenly suffocating him. All he can think about is you. How you taste, how you feel, how you’re gonna sound when he’s in between your legs. Fuck. It feels surreal.

He lavishes your skin in sloppy, sweet kisses from the curve of your jaw, to the dip of your shoulder, too eager to finally to taste you to worry about stripping you of your clothes completely- however, he still savors the way your breasts feel in his large palms as he slips his hands underneath your sweater. 

Of course you aren’t wearing a bra. 

While your chest misses the warmth of his touch, your belly fills with heat as you feel his long dexterous fingers slipping underneath the waistband of your bottoms, as well as your underwear. 

You are bare in front of him with not even a second to process it before you feel him gripping your calves, lifting them onto his broad shoulders as he pulls you to the edge of the bed. 

You are shocked, for one, at the fact that your bestfriend has his head between your legs, eating you like you’re his last meal- but most of all, you’re shocked at how good he is at it. 

Of course you know he isn’t a virgin, in most categories, which strangely causes you great discomfort to even think about- but the point is that of course Zion is good at giving head, he’s Zion, but you didn’t expect to be holding back an orgasm so soon. 

Your fingers find his hair as his tongue laps at the wetness leaking from you, his plush lips wrapping around your swollen clit. You are so far gone already that you know you won’t last long, and a little part of Zion gets off on way you’re whimpering for him. 

“Oh-Oh fuck, feels s-so good Z.”

This spurs him on further, his hunger only increasing as you attempt to clamp your thighs shut- and suddenly, you feel two of his thick fingers curving up inside of you, massaging your sweet spot.

“You’re so pretty baby.”  He professes between self indulgent licks.

He doesn’t even realize he’s bucking his hips into the mattress until he has to stop to prevent himself from cumming too soon, both of you clearly overwhelmed and just as worked up as the other. You taste better than he could have ever anticipated. 

And when you do finally let go, he swears it’s the most beautiful thing he has ever gotten to see. 

Your body stiffens, back arching up and off of the bed as a silent cry falls from your lips, your fingers clawing at his broad shoulders as he continues to flick his soft tongue against your clit. 

He works you through your high like this, but the oversensitivity is almost unbearably blissful, and you know that you won’t be able to handle it right now.

You pull him to your mouth before he can think about trying to give you another orgasm, because this is the same Zion who ended up binge watching three whole seasons of Grey’s Anatomy in two nights simply because you bet him he couldn’t, and you are visibly eager to finally touch him too. 

You taste yourself on his lips, and the eroticism of it all makes your skin burn even hotter than it already is. 

“Your turn.”

Your voice is soft, and he happily complies as your small hands push at his chest, thighs straddling his trim waist as you climb on top of him. 

He lets his head fall back against the soft pile of pillows, eyes threatening to close shut as you kiss the curve of his jaw and across his throat, before he feels your fingers undoing the button of his jeans, your eyes hooded with lust- lips pink from how many times you’ve bitten them. 

He watches as you pull his bottoms off, the way your entire expression seems to light up with shock and unbridled desire, his dick bobbing in the air as precum leaks from his throbbing, rosy tip. 

The moment your hand wraps around him, he twitches. It’s not like he’s never felt a hand on his dick before that isn’t his own. But it’s your hand, small in comparison to his large ones, soft and gentle. 

“I don’t think I can fit you, Z.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“It’s okay mamas, you don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do.” 

His throat is dry but he still manages to speak, thumb stroking your cheek. You swear you feel your entire universe shift as you look up at him from between his thighs, an unbridled need to make him feel good, consuming you completely. 

“I’ll just lick it until you cum in my mouth.” 

He lets out a long, drawn out groan- not just at the feeling of your soft, plush lips kissing the head of his painfully hard dick, but also at how filthy and utterly ethereal you seem to be at the same time. 

In fact, he can’t seem to remember anyone else other than you, and this moment. All he can see is you, all he can feel is you. All he wants is you.

He looks down to see the tip of his dick disappearing into the warmth of your mouth, and props himself up on his elbows so he can move your hair out from in front of your face while you work, both hands wrapped around his thick length. 

He knows he’s done for when you moan around him, his eyes flickering over your figure to see one of your hands between your legs. Fuck you’re getting off to this, he can hear how wet you are. 

“I’m gonna cum, fuck.” 

Your tongue circles around him, and flicks the underside of his frenulum, hand pumping the rest of what you can’t reach. Your lashes flutter against your brow bone as you peer up at him, making eye contact. He feels his whole body tremor. 

You know that the way Zion looks and sounds as he releases, is going to stick with you forever. The way every muscle in his body seems to flex, veins bulging from his inked forearms, lips parted and eyebrows furrowed in a moment of bliss. 

Not to mention the way your name falls from his tongue like a mantra as you swallow every drop of what he spills, his hands cupping your cheeks with him still in your mouth. Knowing you can’t take him all the way only makes coming down from such an intense orgasm, harder. No pun intended. 

There’s only a few moments of silence that pass, save the pants and heavy breathing as you both cool off, before he is pulling you onto his lap and kissing you as if he might never get the chance again. 

Your flavors mix together, and neither one of you complain about it as you throw your arms around his shoulders, letting yourself cherish each and every moment his lips are on yours. You almost feel tears well up in your eyes as he pulls away.

He looks breathtaking like this, flushed with a slight sheen of sweat coating his pretty face. You reach out to stroke his cheek, and the words seem to fall from his lips without a second thought. 

“We can’t go back. To the way things were. I-I don’t want to. And not just sex either-I know you’ve been around for a lot and you’ve seen me do things with girls I’m not proud of but I-” 

You shut him up with a kiss that makes his insides do flips, everything he has ever wanted, right here in his arms. You know him, through and through. The mistakes he’s made, the person he has grown to be in such a short time. 

“Me too, Caleb.”  You nearly whisper back.

You’ve always been his. 

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[kait-is-always-late]

Halloween Madness - Brandon A.

Salem is a makeup artist. Brandon and his band are her newest clients. What could go wrong, right?

Warnings: gets suggestive, cursing

Word count: 3380

A/N: this will have more parts when I get around to writing them

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I was setting up everything I would need to paint whoever’s face(s) I would be doing today when the door opened and some people entered.

“Boys, this is the makeup artist that will be turning you into monsters for tonight’s performance. Her name is Salem Santos.” The man said to the five boys that had come in after him. I smiled at them and stepped away from my kit so I could greet them.

“You can call me Sal. Nice to meet you all.” They all smiled and a couple waved. I glanced at the older man and he rolled his eyes.

“Are you going to introduce yourselves? She’s not a mind reader. She doesn’t know your names.” The older man left the room with a head nod in my direction. The blonde's eyes widened and almost tripped over himself to shake my hand.

“I’m Austin Porter.” He said, shaking my hand. I smiled at him and then shifted my eyes to the tallest of the group.

“Zion Kuwonu.” The tallest said.

“Nick Mara.” Said the one with a heavy jersey accent.

“Edwin Honoret.” The tan one said.

“¿Eres de la República Dominicana?” I asked and he nodded.

“Sí. ¿Tú?” He asked.

“Brazil,” I said and Edwin nodded with a smile. I looked over at the final boy who was just staring at me. I tilted my head and raised an eyebrow. Zion chuckled and Nick jabbed the boy in the stomach. I giggled and the boy looked over at Nick.

“Stop staring at her with heart eyes and introduce yourself, you idiot.” The boy blushed and I laughed. I stepped closer so I could shake his hand.

“I-I’m Brandon Arreaga.” He mumbled and I rubbed his shoulder.

“Nice to meet you, Brandon.” I gave him a smile before stepping back over to my kit.

“Alright. I’ve got ideas for most of your looks but I need you guys to agree with them.” I said, jumping straight into work mode. I pointed at Edwin and held up a palette of paints that were safe for the skin.

“I was thinking about a full skeleton. Because for Austin I was thinking he would be a half skeleton.”

“Half skeleton?” Austin asked.

“Yea. Half of your face and neck would be like Edwin’s entire face and neck. Zion could be red like the devil, Nick’s a zombie and I’m not sure what I want to do B’s face yet.” I looked at all their faces.

“Sounds awesome!” Austin exclaimed and I smiled.

“Oh, and I’m going to need you all shirtless when I do your looks,” I said, not looking at them, digging through my kit to find the palette that had the pale greens, yellows, browns, and blues I would need to do Nick’s zombie look.

“Oh, saucy.” I rolled my eyes at Zion’s comment.

“I could care less about you guys being shirtless. I just figured you wouldn’t want your oh so expensive chains getting dirty.” I said mockingly. Austin and Edwin started laughing and slapped Zion’s shoulder.

“Bro you just got shot down!” Austin exclaimed through his giggles. I rolled my eyes but exclaimed happily when I found the palette I was looking for. I turned back around and crossed my arms.

“Who wants to go first? Edwin or Zion?”

“Why are they going first?” Austin asked, in a curious tone.

“I will need the most time to get their looks done. They have the most time-consuming looks because I have to make sure the colors will be built up enough so that no skin peeks through. Especially Edwin. Edwin! You’re first!” I called out to the Dominican that was now across the large room from Austin and I. He bounded over and I pointed at the chair I had in front of the mirror.

“Sit, please. And the shirt, chains, and anything else you don’t want getting dirty off please.” I said, getting all my brushes, sponges, and anything else I’d need together.

“Can I watch?” Austin asked timidly.

“Of course. Just sit there.” I pointed to another chair that was close but not close enough that he would be in my way when I moved around.

“So how long have you been a band?” I asked.

“About two years or so. It’s been so fun!” Austin said and Edwin nodded.

“Word of advice, I know we're going to be talking but you CAN’T move once I get started. I really don’t want to be 95% done then you talk or move and it gets messed up.” I told Edwin and he gave me a thumbs up. I pulled out a black eye pencil and sketched everything out on Edwin’s face. Once I was done sketching out the look I got to work with the black and white that his look consisted of. I spent the next hour painting Edwin’s face to perfection.

“Okay, and you are done!” I told Edwin, spraying his face with a bunch of setting spray.

“Aus, go get Zion please,” I said, not looking away from Edwin, making sure that I didn’t miss anything. I grinned and gave him a thumbs up.

“Yo! This is dope!!” Edwin exclaimed looking at his face.

“Don’t touch it either. Don’t need it smearing.” Edwin nodded and took his hands away from his face. Zion plopped down in the chair Edwin had vacated and I pulled out the reds and blacks I’d need.

“Same deal as Ed. Anything you don’t want dirty, take it off. I’m going to take the red down onto your shoulders so the look is continuous and doesn’t look like it just stops at your jaw.” I told Zion, turning to Austin.

“Where’s Brandon?” Austin shrugged.

“Ed! Where’s Brandon?” I yelled over to Edwin who was letting Nick take pictures of his look.

“Uhh, bathroom maybe?” He yelled back.

“Well, someone go find him! We still need to discuss what he wants!” Austin took off after I said that and I got to work on Zion.

“Tell me if you have an itch or anything, okay?” Zion nodded and I proceeded to turn him into a demon. Black around his eyes, lips, and around his face to make it look like he had a different bone structure and red as the base color. I was maybe 50% done with the red base when Brandon strolled over to us.

“Heard you wanted to talk to me?” I nodded and pointed to Austin’s chair.

“What do you want done to that face?” I asked, glancing over at him.

“Maybe a zombie like Nick?” He suggested. I nodded absentmindedly, already trying to envision what he was gonna look like once I was done with him.

“Yea that’ll work. Oh, and tell Nick he’s next after I finish with this one.” Brandon nodded and left the area. I finished Zion in about 50 minutes and set the look with setting spray.

“No touching, and tell me if you have an itch. I’ll get it so you don’t have to touch your face.” Zion nodded and got up.

“Jersey! You’re up!” Nick jogged over and I patted the chair. I was about halfway done when Nick spoke up.

“Ya know, Brandon’s got a crush on you right?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Oh really? And how exactly do you know that Nick?” I asked sarcastically.

“Because he never stares at someone like he’s been staring at you.” I jumped at Austin’s voice.

“Fucking hell man! Don’t do that!” I scolded, a hand over my heart that was beating very fast.

“Fuck, you’re so lucky that didn’t mess up Nick’s makeup. Or poke his damn eye out.” I muttered and went back to doing the red around Nick’s eyes. Another 30 minutes and Nick was done and the look was set with setting spray. He smiled at me and got up. I pointed to the chair Nick was just in.

“Sit down Porter. It’s your turn.” I said, turning to get the white and black and heard him taking his shirt off behind me along with his chains.

“Sal, do you have any chains?” Austin asked when I turned back around. I nodded.

“Yea my cousin Jefnier gets me chains all the time. And earrings. And rings. And overpriced clothing and shoes. I mean, I appreciate that he gets me the stuff. Though I wish he’d buy me stuff that’s more geared towards what I do.” I shrugged.

“Jefnier?” Austin asked, clueless to who I was talking about. I smiled.

“Lunay. Hey Siri, facetime 'idiota derrochador'.” I said and she did as I told her to. It rang a few times before Jefnier picked up.

“Hola primo! ¿Qué pasa?” He asked.

“No mucho. Este es Austin. Está en una banda estadounidense llamada PRETTYMUCH. Di hola.” I said and Jefnier smiled.

“Hey man,” Jefnier said and Austin’s eyes widened.

“He speaks English?”

“Yes, you fool. He’s been learning from me for years.” I flicked Austin’s head and he whined.

“¿Está tía contigo? Si es así, dile que digo hola! ¡Y que la quiero más que tú!” Jefnier rolled his eyes but laughed.

“Sí lo que sea. Oye, me tengo que ir. Te hablaré luego, ¿de acuerdo?”

“¡Adiós primo! ¡Te veré pronto!” I said before he hung up and I went back to sketching out Austin’s look.

“So, you’re basically going to have Edwin’s look but only on the right side of your face. And there’s going to be a ‘cut’ on your neck on the left side.” Austin nodded excitedly and sat still so I could get the paint on his face. I finished with him in around 45 minutes and set it so it wouldn’t smear.

“Alright mollete, you are done! Now onto amante.” I said and ushered Austin out of the seat.

“Amante! Come on over, you’re up!” I yelled and Brandon came over. Edwin burst out laughing since he knew what amante meant. I shot a smile at him and grabbed the pale green and brown.

“I’m going to make you the prettiest dead person ever amante,” I told him.

“What does amante mean?” Brandon asked. I smirked.

“You sure you wanna know amante?” He nodded.

“Loverboy. I think it’s cute, don’t you agree?” I grinned at the bright red blush that spread over Brandon’s face. I spread the green and brown mixture across his skin and added some red around his eyes.

“Now for the finishing touch.” I tilted Brandon’s face away from mine so I had access to his neck so I could create a fake cut on his neck with fake blood and the whole works. I had to get really close so I could make sure it went on properly and Brandon steadied me with hands on my hips when I stumbled a bit since Austin ‘accidentally’ ran into me trying to get by me. I finished up and glanced up at his eyes. I gave him a shy smile before stepping away and grabbing my setting spray. I sprayed a bunch of setting spray on his face and nodded.

“Don’t move just yet,” I added a bit of the green and brown on Brandon’s lips and grinned.

“There we go! Come on, I want a group picture and some individual photos of you all for my professional Instagram account.” I let Brandon up and he stood up and stretched. I turned my head away, knowing if I watched him any longer, I might just kiss him.

“So how long have you been doing makeup?” Austin asked once I had grabbed my camera so I could get good shots of the makeup.

“Around 13 or 14 years,” I told him, fiddling with the settings while the boys got dressed in their performance outfits.

“And you are how old again?” Edwin asked, strolling over to Austin and me, dressed and ready for his band’s performance.

“I’ll be nineteen on Halloween.” Austin’s jaw dropped.

“You’re only 18?!” I laughed and nodded then set my camera down.

“Yep!” Edwin had this nasty smirk on his face and I raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not sure I trust that face,” I whispered to Austin before backing up a bit. Edwin followed and I bolted away from Edwin.

“Get her!” Edwin yelled while running after me with the other four boys following his lead. I ran down the hallway and took the first turn I came to and looked for a place to hide. I noticed some speakers with a small opening that I could hide in and I dived into it. I shoved myself into the darkest corner and held my breath when I heard the five noisy boys come closer to where I was hiding. I put a hand over my mouth and tried to stay as still as possible until I heard them leave. I closed my eyes and breathed out while letting my shoulders sag.

“Hiding from someone sweetheart?” I jumped but didn’t scream when Brandon spoke.

“How the hell did you know I was in here?” I asked quietly.

“I saw you dive in here before the other four came around the corner. Let me guess, Edwin had this mischievous smirk on his face before you bolted?” He asked, crossing his arms and tilting his head. I nodded and he shook his head with a smile.

“Come on. Let’s get out of here so you can get your pictures.” Brandon held his hand out and I took it slowly. He proceeded to tug on my hand and I stumbled towards him.

“Piggyback ride?” He asked, looking down at me. I raised an eyebrow.

“You think you can carry me, noodle boy?” I questioned before Brandon smirked. He moved closer and threw me over his shoulder.

“What was that about me being a noodle boy sweetheart?” I huffed and started beating on his back.

“Put me down!” I yelled, kicking my legs around, hoping Brandon would put me down.

“Stop squirming sweetheart,” Brandon growled and I froze. Brandon chuckled before pulling me back over his shoulder and set me back down on my feet.

“Come on. I think those four idiots went this way.” Brandon said, walking down a random hallway.

“Nuh-uh. You can go find them. I’m going to go clean up and reorganize my kit so I don’t have to rush later.” I said, backing away from Brandon, hoping I wouldn’t be chased again. Brandon smirked.

“Alright then. Let's go.” He said, striding over to me and slinging an arm over my shoulders, dragging me back to the dressing room we were put in. We made quiet conversation on the way back to the room. Brandon opened the door for me and I smiled at him.

“Thanks, Brandon.” I smiled back.

“Can we do your individual pictures now?” I asked, once I had finished cleaning up my workspace and put everything away in my kit.

“Sure thing Salem. Come on, I saw a good spot for pictures while I was looking for the bathroom earlier. Ill text the guys to meet us there.” I nodded and grabbed my camera. Brandon threw his arm over my shoulder once again and led me from the room, taking me to the place that he had seen earlier. We got there five minutes later and the other four were waiting for us there. I was fiddling with the settings on my camera and walked straight into Brandon’s back when he stopped suddenly. He laughed and I rolled my eyes.

“Meanie,” I mumbled under my breath at him before walking around him.

“Okay, picture time then you guys will be ready to perform!” I said, holding up my camera. I spent the next half an hour shooting them before giving them all a smile.

“Thank you, guys, for being so patient. These look amazing.” I said, looking down at my camera and previewed the photos I had just taken of them.

“Happy to be of service Salem,” Austin said jokingly, bowing and everything. I laughed as the other four did the same. Out of nowhere a stage hand appeared and told the boys it was time to perform.

“Hey, come watch from side stage. It’ll be fun.” Brandon said and I shrugged.

“Okay. Just let me go put this back with my kit.” I said, motioning to my camera. He nodded and I went to put my camera back. I set it down and turned but jumped when I found how close Brandon was to me. He was staring down at me and I couldn’t find the willpower in myself to break the stare down.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I asked quietly, not moving an inch. He leaned down ever so slightly and I swallowed thickly. His lips quirked up just a tiny bit. I could hear voices from outside the room and I leaped away from Brandon and turned away from the door before Nick poked his head in.

“Come on B. We’re needed on stage.” He said before exiting the room. I took a deep breath and turned back around only to find Brandon with a smug smirk on his face.

“You coming?” He drawled slowly. I nodded and followed him out of the room, the heat in my cheeks not going away. I wandered along behind Brandon until we reached side stage. The blush had gone away a bit so it wasn’t as noticeable but Brandon still had that smug ass smirk on his face and it was annoying but insanely hot. They went onto the stage and got into position for when the song started. I could hear the hosts making PRETTYMUCH puns and I rolled my eyes. But the music started and I turned my focus onto the boys again. I was impressed by Brandon’s voice but practically started drooling when he started to hip thrust while dancing. They finished their performance and came backstage and I gave them a smile.

“So, how’d we do Miss Halloween?” Zion asked. I smiled and gave them a thumbs up.

“Really good! I loved it.” I told them. They thanked me and moved past me except for a certain gothic zombie.

“Who was your favorite sweetheart?” He asked in a low voice. I gulped and looked up at him, his frame towering over mine.

“Uhh…. Nick did really good.” I said quietly, backing up as Brandon started to take steps towards me. My back hit a wall and Brandon stepped close to my body.

“You sure he was the one you were drooling over sweetheart?” He asked condescendingly. My cheeks went red and I looked away from his burning gaze. He grabbed my chin and made me look back up at him.

“Aww, what’s the matter sweetheart? Are you blushing?” He asked with a smirk. My eyes flickered down to his lips and back up to his eyes quickly. He chuckled darkly and let go of my face and backed away from my body. He looked down at me and gave me a cheeky smile. A throat cleared and I looked away from Brandon and over to Zion who was leaning on a wall and smirking.

“Hate to break up whatever this is but the rest of us would like to take this makeup off.” His words cleared the haze that was clouding my mind and I frowned.

“You can’t take it off yet. You guys still have to walk the carpet of whatever they have for this thing in like an hour.” I told him and he groaned.

“Seriously?” I nodded and his shoulders sagged. I gave him a small smile as he left.

“Do you like IHOP?” My head whipped back to Brandon.

“What?” I tilted my head in confusion.

“Do you like IHOP?” He asked again.

“I mean, yea. Who doesn’t?” I said rhetorically.

“I’ll come get you after we walk the carpet and you get this makeup off of us.”

“Wait are you asking me out on a date?” I asked. He got closer again and leaned down so his face was near mine.

“Not so much asking sweetheart as I am telling.” He said lowly.

“Okay. Uh um, where should I wait?” I asked timidly.

“We don’t bite sweetheart. You can come hang with us in the room we were in before.” Brandon said, holding his hand out to me.

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Hi everyone! So this is my ever fic post on here so I hope y’all like it! Like I said, there will be more parts to this. And a very big thank you to @cncopmhoe for all her help with this. I bothered her so much for this and I really appreciate that she didn’t get too annoyed with my constant questions.

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[bluewatersfairy]

‘Zat You, Santa Claus? - b.a

Summed up: Brandon’s been extra his entire life and nothing has changed in fatherhood

Warning: none, unless you’re scared of Santa Claus

Word count: 3.2K

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It all began the year prior during your traditional Halloween movie marathon.  After much discussion, you and Brandon had decided The Nightmare before Christmas was both a Christmas and Halloween movie, therefore it was added as the final movie on your list.

Brandon was sitting on the couch with your son in his lap fast asleep though that didn’t stop him from making quiet comments about the movie as if he’d never seen it before.  You were sitting on the opposite end of the couch, half-watching and half-online Christmas shopping for your boys.  It was the first quiet night in the Arreaga household in about a week and everyone was basking in it.

During the scene where Jack asks Sally to make him a Santa suit, an idea popped in Brandon’s head, one that he thought was beyond brilliant.

Your son Hassan was still getting used to the idea of Halloween and Christmas but it was no question that he loved the traditions that came along with it.  He was curious but at that time still not asking questions about each holiday.  

“I kinda wanna get a Santa suit,” Brandon said to you drawing you out of your phone.

“Why?”

“He’s curious,” he shrugged his shoulders as you made eye contact, “if I put out his presents wearing the suit, he’ll be safe from all the Santa rumours.”

You couldn’t help but shake your head a little with a smile tugging at your lips, “He’s two, I don’t think that’s something we have to think about right now.”

The next week, Brandon came home late from the studio with a Santa costume that included a fake belly and beard.  You were catching up on some television in the lounge when he came in with the biggest grin on his face.  

“What did you do now?” You’d asked after pausing your show, watching as your husband proudly pulled the red suit out from behind his back.  

“Oh my God,” was all you could say with your face in your hand.  

He dragged you upstairs after he’d put some of his stuff away and insisted you sat in bed.  You did as you were told, too tired to argue with him.  A few minutes passed and he came back into your room, fully decked out in his Santa drip.  

Again, you dropped your face into your hand and laughed while he strutted around your room.  

“Sexy, right?” he asked as he stopped in front of you, the cheekiest smile that your son had inherited on his face.

He looked like an idiot to you but his joy was as it always has been, incredibly sexy to you.  However, you really did not want to have to see him wear it ever again but you knew that nothing you said would stop him from wearing it on Christmas Eve.

“Please take it off and come to bed.”

Hassan didn’t make any trips downstairs that Christmas and Brandon was maybe a little disappointed about it all.  He did use the opportunity to play ‘I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus’ and force you to kiss him under the mistletoe.  You only agreed to it after making him take the fake beard off.

This year, however, was a completely different story.  Hassan had completely fallen in love with the holidays and every day when he got home, he’d ask to either listen to Christmas music or watch a Christmas movie.  Bedtime had become a time when you and Brandon would make up stories about what was going on at the North Pole at that very moment.  He was completely infatuated with Santa and his elves.

One Saturday morning when Brandon was driving him and Hassan to their weekly swim lessons, his son informed him that he had something to say that he couldn’t tell his Mumma.  It was slightly concerning for Brandon to hear but he encouraged him to trust his Papa.

“In the nighttime, I saw Santa in our kitchen eating Mumma’s cookies,” Hassan said proudly, an excited giggle following.

“Did you really, buddy?” Brandon asked his son, mirroring his excitement.  

“Yes Daddy, I really did!” 

Brandon obviously knew that he had not seen Santa but someone else who happened to share his last name.  

With the growing swell of your belly and your late-night rendezvous’ in the kitchen, it was a wonder Hassan hadn’t claimed to see Santa earlier.  Especially since the two of you were so often walking about at the same time of night as Hassan was in his walk-a-bout phrase when he wakes up and you were having to get up to use the bathroom at least once a night.  

Before the month of December, you’d often awaken to your boy sleeping on the floor beside your bed but now that your Christmas tree was up, he was opting to sleep in front of the glowing lights instead.  You couldn’t blame him really, but it always sends you straight back upstairs to get Brandon.

All of this was common knowledge between you and him but your son had no clue either of his parents even knew of his late-night adventures.  The magic of falling asleep anywhere and waking up back in his bed was still very new to him.  

And the reason why he didn’t want you to know was very simple, he was eating your cookies and that would upset you if you were to find out.  It was always important to ask for permission before you ate something that wasn’t yours, Hassan knew and Santa was supposed to know all of that too.  If anything, the kid was a little disappointed in his hero, but still very giddy to have seen him with his own two eyes.  

After swimming, Hassan and Brandon returned home, both following the smell of freshly baked cookies to the kitchen where you were listening to Christmas music and preparing to ice some sugar cookies.

“Hi Mumma,” your chirpy son sang as he ran up to you for a kiss and a hug hello.  

“Hi my son,” you said as you picked him up, “how was swimming?”

“Good, daddy forgot to take his glasses off again,” he reported back to you with another kiss.  

“Did he now?” you asked as Brandon came up behind you and rested a hand on your belly.  He pressed a kiss to the side of your head and naturally you leant back into him.  

In both your hearts a sense of warmth grew while looking at the little human you’d created.  It was moments like this that reminded you of what home felt like.  Home was their smile that really was just the same.  Home was their laughs that again, was one and the same.  Home was the warmth of Brandon’s arms around you and waking up to the call of Mumma.   

“The kid saw Santa eating your cookies last night,” Brandon said quietly to you once he’d run off to his room to play before lunch.  

You raised your eyebrows at Brandon and thought over what he’d said, your hand subconsciously rubbing your belly.  

“Should I be offended he thought I was Santa Claus?” You asked as Brandon’s hand joined yours on your belly where inside, a little baby girl was growing.  

You were decently pregnant at that point, almost 30 weeks and though Hassan knew there was a baby in there, he wasn’t fully aware of your belly.  Like most young kids, he didn’t notice when your bump first became visible and when you decided to tell him he was having a baby sister, he was genuinely surprised to see it.  

You’d told him when you were 5 months, simply because you thought he might have noticed.  Even after you’d told him, he forgot about your belly, often seeming very surprised when he walked in on you putting lotion over your bump.  He’d just stop and stare in the doorway as if you were an alien.  It was quite funny and he hated touching the belly unless sissy, as he called her, would kick first.  

Both you and Brandon had had the same thought upon learning your boy thought you were Santa Claus.  You’d had the fridge open and the light from it must’ve created a silhouette.  With your Christmas-themed nightshirt, it wouldn’t have been a far stretch for him to see you as Santa.  It would’ve only been for a moment too, you weren’t down there that long.  

The week before Christmas was the week where Hassan made a very upsetting discovery.  He no longer fit comfortably on your lap and his evening cuddles weren’t the same when he wasn’t in your lap.  He loved his Dad but his cuddles weren't the same.  Given he’d always been a Mumma’s boy it was a new experience for the whole family.

Brandon had made a smart comment about it one evening once he’d fallen asleep cuddled into his Daddy.  You were sitting on the couch next to them but instead of watching the movie Hassan had chosen, you were watching your belly as baby had the hiccups.  

“If I knew this was the way to get this kid to be a daddy’s boy, I would’ve knocked you up sooner.” 

You smiled at him before standing up to get a little closer to Brandon, tilting his chin up with your index finger when you reached his side.  You pressed a small kiss to his nose and gave him a cheeky smile.

“Can’t change a Mumma’s boy, Honey.  He’ll be back to me when he can fit in my lap again,” you winked which made Brandon laugh quietly.  You kissed him and then the top of Hassan’s head, your hand gently fixing his messy curls.

“She’s gonna be a daddy’s girl,” he commented as you stepped away from him, “I can feel it.  She always kicks when I sing to her.”

“Baby she kicks whenever I see you for the exact same reason Hassan kicked whenever I saw you,” you replied smartly and exited to the kitchen.

Three nights before Christmas, you woke up with baby resting on your bladder, as she so often was.  After you’d used the bathroom, you made your way down to the kitchen to find something to satisfy your cravings.

Halfway through a warm cookie and a glass of oat milk, you heard the unmistakable pitter-patter of your son’s sleepy feet.  

“‘Zat you, Santa Claus?” His timid voice rang out as he held his plushy named Pookie to his chest.  

The sight of Pookie always made you smile, triggering one of your favourite memories from Hassan’s first year.  

Brandon had bought it for him before he left for his first tour post-baby.  Every night for two weeks straight he slept with the plush elephant, refusing to cuddle you during this time in case it compromised his scent on the toy.  He had read online that giving your child something that carried your scent while you were gone would help them remember you and could help when they were missing you. 

It worked wonders, whenever Hassan was crying or crawling around looking for his Papa, Pookie was able to calm him and put him to sleep.  

Now, he refused to sleep without it and if Pookie was ever missing, he would throw a fit.  It was the reason why your first date night when Brandon had gotten back from tour had gone so wrong.  Brandon’s sister had called you an hour into your dinner date asking about Pookie and where it could be.  It cut the date short, but seeing Brandon swoop in to save the day reminded you of why you loved him so much.

“It’s just Mama, Honey,” you said softly after placing your glass down on the bench.

“Oh I thought Santa was back for more cookies,” he walked over to you slowly, rubbing his eye with one hand while reaching up for you with the other.

“He’s probably really busy right now,” you said as you picked him up, his body wrapping around you tightly.  “In just a couple days, he’ll be flying all around the world delivering gifts to all those who have been good this year.”

“I would come here ‘fore flying all ‘round the world just for your cookies, Mummy,” he said with his hand playing with the ends of your hair, sleep dripping through every word he spoke.  “And for your kisses.  I love your kisses Mummy.”

You rubbed his back as he picked his head up and puckered his lips to you.  You kissed him and let him rest his head again before you started to put your food away.  You could feel him falling asleep in your warmth so you carefully walked back up to his room.  

When you got back to yours and Brandon’s room you broke down into tears.  Brandon woke up instantly and wrapped his arms around you, not even questioning your tears.  This wasn’t the first time you’d cried randomly and it most certainly wouldn’t be the last.  

Of course, this time was because of how sweet your boy was, not because of a photo of a kitty in a cup that had set you off the last time.  He rocked you back to sleep, pressing kisses to your forehead every now and again. 

Christmas Eve rolled around and you all spent the afternoon in the kitchen making cookies for Santa.  Hassan had insisted on a to-go bag so Santa could stock up since he obviously loved your cookies.  He asked as well if he could leave a note to ask him which milk he preferred, almond, oat or soy?  You wrote it neatly and left boxes for Santa to check.

Once Hassan was in bed and actually asleep, Brandon greeted you downstairs in his Santa costume.  

“Whatchu think baby?” he asked as he spun in a circle in front of you, giving you a few poses while you took him in.

“You honestly look more like Santa this year than last.”

He leant down over you to kiss you, but you stopped him with a hand before he could get too close, “take the beard off or I will not kiss you.”

He obeyed, pulling it down and kissing you softly.  “Get your pretty ass upstairs, I’ll meet you up there once I’m done.”  

Usually, you’d put out the presents together but since Brandon was Santa and Hassan was fully convinced he’d seen Santa a few weeks prior, it was best you weren’t involved.  

He was almost done setting up the presents when he heard the familiar footsteps of his son.  Brandon quickly prepared himself, once again going over what he’d agreed with you and Edwin was the perfect way to greet and speak to his boy.  He turned to face him and was greeted by the heart-melting grin of excitement and the giggle he’d stolen from his father.

“You’re up late,” Brandon said in his best jolly-Santa voice.  

Hassan just smiled up at him and nodded his head, the glint in his eyes not going unnoticed, “I really wanted to see you,” he whispered excitedly.

It took everything for Brandon to not crack right then and there and scoop his son up into a hug.  There had been very few times he’d seen his kid this excited and happy. 

“Well, I don’t usually meet those I deliver too but it’s really nice meeting you, Hassan,” he placed a hand on his faux belly as he crouched down so he was closer to the boy’s height.  “You’ll have to thank your Mumma for these to-go cookies for me, it’s a brilliant gift, I’m very grateful.”

Hassan was practically beaming at his words, holding Pookie tight to his chest, “I told Mumma to make more for you!  I saw you when you were here a few weeks ago.”

“Then I must thank you too, Son.”

“And don’t forget to save some for Mrs Claus too, ‘member sharing is caring, Santa.”  

Brandon could tell Hassan was done talking now, his body language unmissable to him.  He stood still for a moment, a look of thought of his face that Brandon always insisted was the exact face you made, before running up to him.  He threw his little arms around Brandon’s shoulders and hugged him tightly.  

“You have a good nights rest now, Hassan,” Brandon said after he peeled himself off of him.  They waved to one another and he began to make his way back out of the room.

He stopped and turned to look back at him, “you smell like my Daddy.”

“I gifted him his cologne many years ago and now it’s my favourite too.”  Brandon didn’t miss a beat, feeling rather proud of himself when his son accepted it and made his way back upstairs.

Brandon plopped himself down on the couch once he heard the bedroom door click shut and took a moment to breathe.  He could feel the overwhelming pressure building in his chest and the slight prickle behind his eyes.  He knew it was because of his son but he had no idea why it had come on so strong at that time.  

After 30 minutes, he made his way back up to you to find you in bed with headphones on your ears and your belly, reading.  He approached your side of the bed and leant over you for a kiss but you stopped him.

“Take the beard off,” you said not even looking up from your book.

He giggled a little as he stood back up to remove it.  Truthfully, he’d forgotten he was wearing it, it felt quite nice on his face.  He decided to strip himself of the Santa suit and fake belly before he kissed you, wanting more than anything to just get into bed beside you.

“Why have you been crying?” You asked when he rested his head in your lap, his fingers dancing over your belly.

“That kid of ours was so excited to see Santa,” he replied nonchalantly, his eyes never leaving your belly where your little girl had just started kicking.  

You started running your fingers through his hair while his lips pressed against your skin.  “You knew he would be my love.”

“You know what the one thing he chose to say at that moment was?” he asked as he sat up a bit so your eyes met.  

You shook your head, obviously having no idea though you thought it would be along the lines of ‘I love you very much.’

“He reminded Santa, or me, to share with Mrs Claus because sharing is caring.”  You giggled a little thinking about your excited kid telling a fully grown man to share cookies with his wife. 

You tapped Brandon’s chin so he’d bring his face up to meet yours as always.  You pecked his nose before kissing him, you hand cupping his face gently.

“That’s why you were crying?”

“That and he knows what I smell like,” Brandon replied as he began to get comfortable under the covers.  

You both started getting ready for bed, you put all your things away and turned out the light while Brandon took off his glasses and cleaned them as he did most nights.  It was late, past 1 at that point and you were both exhausted. 

“I’m thinkin’ a 6 am wake up call,” you said to Brandon as he wrapped his arms around you, resting his hand on your belly.  

“Yeah nah, that kid don’t know what sleep is on a normal day,” he replied with a kiss to the top of your head.

“Sounds like someone else I know.”

With one last kiss, you and Brandon went off to sleep knowing in a few short hours, you’d be waking up to a very excited baby boy. 

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a/n: thank you for reading!!  Happy Holidays, sending you all love and luck for the new year and always 🎄🎄

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[babyczk]

feels like home — ba

brandon loved touring. he loved being able to wake up in different city everyday. he loved getting on the stage, and hearing thousands of people screaming the lyrics back to him. he loved the meet and greets, and getting the opportunity to hug and take pictures with fans. he loved all of that.

one thing he didn’t love was leaving you behind.

only being able to see your face through the digitized screen of his phone, pained him. going to sleep at night in the tiny bunk, not being able to feel the warmth of your body next to him, always felt like a chore. even though he’d hung up pictures of you and him on the walls, even going as far as to pack the teddy bear that he’d gifted you when you had first started dating, and now, held your scent strongly.

all of that just wasn’t enough, and he’d find himself staying up until three am, sitting out in the living room and watching television, just so he wouldn’t feel the loneliness that sleep seemed to bring him.

but now tour was over, and he couldn’t hide the stupid grin that adorned his lips as he walked through the airport, looking for a glimpse of your face.

he finally caught it, seeing you standing against the wall, your gaze locked on your phone. his steps sped up unintentionally, you looking up at the last second before being swept up into his arms. you laughed giddily as your feet disappeared from the floor, brandon finally letting out a breath he’d been holding in for the last month and a half. your scent infiltrating his nose, and your hair tickling his neck.

“i missed you, nugget,” you breathed out, gripping tightly onto brandon’s shoulders.

“i missed you too,” he said softly. “god, i missed you so fucking much.” he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, the exhaustion from the flight and all of the days before finally catching up to him.

as if sensing that, you pulled away, keeping one hand firmly enclasped with his. you brushed away his hair from his forehead, the sweetest smile on your face. “c’mon, let’s go home.”

and on the drive back, brandon couldn’t keep his hands to himself. his fingers drawing lazy circles on your thigh, or squeezing it softly, loving the feel of your soft skin under his fingertips.

“you really don’t know how much i missed you,” brandon muttered, finally being able to comfortably sink into the bed and enjoying the fact that it didn’t feel foreign anymore. clad in one of his hoodies, you had your head on his chest, his hand in yours as you mindlessly played with his fingers.

“hmm, i missed you too. this bed felt a little too big without you.”

he nudged at your head, and you sat up, meeting his intense gaze. “i know i can be a lot, and sometimes i’m inconsiderate about things, but i love you with everything in me. you’re my home, for as long as you’ll have me.” you smiled, bending down and placing a soft kiss on his lips, feeling the familiar shiver that ran down your spine whenever you were around him.

and that’s how it stayed for the next few days, you both barely leaving to venture out into the outside world. brandon wanting to just lay in bed with you by his side, which of course, you didn’t mind. just as you were brandon’s home, there wasn’t anyone else you’d want to be around either.

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[ninetyninedays]

At the beach with Zion

A/N: This is my first time writing in a couple of years I’m a little rusty so be nice to me! Thank you, I love you and I hope you like it. (Please leave feedback!)

On our third date, Zion took me to the beach. It was a very hot and humid day; you could feel the moisture in the air. He wore his usual uniform, a t-shirt, a pair of patterned shorts and white Adidas shoes. I decided to go with a loose fitted yellow polka-dotted sundress with a pair of black converse. Once we found a place to sit we laid out a blanket on the warm sand and set down the picnic basket and cooler Zion had brought. While setting up we conversed about our days so far, considering it was only midday there wasn’t much to talk about. My nerves took over me as I spread out the food; a set of veggie burgers, sweet potato fries, apple slices, garlic bread, and a ray of, now, slightly melted cheeses. I was honestly surprised, it looked like Zion had put a lot of thought into this picnic date and it warmed my heart. I looked up at the man before me. Zion was kneeling on the blanket as he shifted through the cooler. He swore under his breath. “The ice melted,” he frowned as he produced two dripping wet bottles of beer and handed me one as a bead of sweat slid down his eyebrow. “Sorry.” He said and sat back down. “Don’t be sorry, you can’t control the weather.” I shrugged. As he took a bite of his veggie burger, he started to explain how he’d recently decided to go vegan because of a documentary he watched on Netflix with one of his roommates just a couple of days ago. He had this sparkle in his eyes that appeared whenever he talked about something, he was passionate about. I wished it never leave.      “You have to watch it,” Zion said as he took a swig of his beer.      “I just wanna see how long this phase is gonna last,” I said as I reached up to tie my braided hair into a bun at the top of my head.      Zion moved his blond dreads out of his face and rolled his eye. “It’s not a phase, mom... It’s a lifestyle.” He said before polishing off his plate.          We ended up having a great conversation, lasting hours. We talked about anything and everything, from our favourite movies to the way we like to sleep, to our families. At some point, the conversation died down and the sound of the waves crashing and the squawking of a colony of seagulls filled my ears. My gaze subconsciously drifted down to Zion’s lips. His soft lips. Oh my fucking god. “You wanna go for a swim?” Zion’s voice sounded, interrupting my thoughts. “Hm?” I asked shifting my gaze back up to his eyes. “Yeah, of course." Zion shamelessly shrugged off his shirt threw it on the blanket. Trying hard not to stare, I meekly took off my dress.          The tide was high, the cold water hit right above my ankles. Zion took in a big breath and then said, “Fuck it.” And rushed into the water, splashing me in the process. I waded slowly into the water behind him. Zion and I spent a couple of hours swimming together and playing Marco Polo. “MARCO?” I called out, waiting for a reply. “Polo.” A calm voice said right next to my ear. Alarmed my eye flew open to find Zion standing behind me sporting the largest grin. “Ziooooon,” I moaned embarrassed covering my face with my hands. “Don’t scare me like that.” I could hear the water around me move as Zion swam over and removed my hands from my face. “Come one, Y/N! It was a joke.” When I looked up at him his brown eyes searched mine. My eyes drifted back to his lips once again, I couldn’t help myself. Time moved slowly. I reached up to move the hair out of his eyes. He leaned in and his soft lips pressed against mine. Had me weak in the knees like jello. He put a hand behind my head deepening the kiss. I could feel my anxiety run down from my chest, to my toes and into the ocean. The taste of his lips lingered when came up for air. “Thank you for an amazing day.”

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[brandon-arreangel]

There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling

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Brandon held the door to the hotel room open as you hauled your suitcase in behind you. Setting it down with a grunt, you looked around the room you’d be cohabiting with your best friend for the next six days. 

A plush purple couch in the corner of the room, a stunning view of the city’s skyline from your balcony, crisp white sheets on the Kingsize placed in the middle of the room. 

You and Brandon seemed to make the realisation at the same time, because you both turned to look at each other. 

“I thought you asked for two beds,” you deadpanned. 

Brandon pushed his glasses up his nose. “I did! They messed up.”

Walking over to the glass doors leading out onto the balcony, you glanced out, feeling in awe of the view you had from this room. If moving rooms meant you’d lose this, it wasn’t worth the trouble of asking for a room with an extra bed. 

Brandon followed you, looking out the window. “Wow. This is nice.”

You giggled, nodding. “Yeah. I know.”

He took it in for a few more long seconds, before turning back to you. “This view is too good. I’ll just sleep on the couch.”

Although the plushy couch looked soft and beyond comfortable, no couch could replace an actual bed. And not for almost a whole week. 

You sighed, looking back at the bed in your room. “No, B, don’t be silly. The bed is huge! There’s plenty of room for the both of us.”

Brandon hesitated, pushing his hair back and resting his hands on his hips. “You sure?”

You nodded, giving him a playful shove. “Yes, Brandon, I’m sure.” 

*

You were sitting up against the headboard, on your phone, as Brandon got ready for bed in the bathroom after his shower. You were trying to stay calm. It’s just Brandon, you kept telling yourself. But that was exactly part of the problem. You’d liked Brandon for a while now, but you weren’t willing to fully admit it to yourself, let alone him or anyone else. 

You heard him flick the bathroom light off, and he appeared from around the corner, hair still damp. You gave him a small smile, then went back to mindlessly scrolling through your phone. After a minute, he flopped down beside you, and finally set your phone down. 

“I’m exhausted,” he said, pulling the sheets back and kicking his legs under the blankets. 

You agreed, shuffling further down as you both got settled to fall asleep. On the way home from dinner, Brandon had offered once more to sleep on the couch for your sake. You insisted that it was fine. As you both sat watching TV an hour earlier, he’d asked once more if you were sure. This time, you offered to alternate between the couch and bed for the next five nights, but you both made excuses for why that was a stupid compromise, and ended back at square one, with both of you sharing the bed. 

“Look at all this space we’ve got,” you joked, trying to subside the tiny butterflies fluttering around your ribcage by sticking your arm out across the mattress. 

“So much space,” Brandon agreed with a boyish grin, sticking his arm out too to rest on top of yours, his fingertips brushing against your shoulder.  

Well, that didn’t help the butterflies...

“You better stay on your side, alright?” Brandon teased, pulling his arm back in. 

You rolled over onto your side, using a finger to trace a line into the sheets down the middle of the bed. “That’s the line. Don’t cross it.”

Brandon laughed, turning over to take his glasses off and rest them on his bedside table. “You don’t need to worry about me.”

“You don’t need to worry about me.”

Brandon smiled again, and your heart almost skipped a beat. “Good night, y/n,” he said in an singsong tone, flicking the lamp off. 

*

You blinked your eyes open, squinting at the bright light flooding into the room, and took a few long blinks to realise where you were. The view looked good in the morning. Peaceful and fresh. 

You tried to arch your back to stretch a little, but something was blocking you. Your groggy, still-half-asleep body tried to turn to see what was preventing you from stretching, but you noticed an arm locked around your waist.  

You sleepily studied Brandon’s hand resting above the covers, and became increasingly aware of his slow breaths onto your neck, and his warmth all along your back. You laid as still as you possibly could, and just studied his nails and the curve of his fingers. 

You didn’t notice your eyes had closed or that you were drifting off again until Brandon shifted behind you, and his arm slowly began to snake off from around your waist. 

You softly put your hand over his, stopping his movements, and shuffled around so you were face to face. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled. He looked like he was going to say more, but his tired mind wasn’t working fast enough to find the words. 

“It’s okay,” you assured him, snuggling into his chest. His arm tightened around you, pulling you close against him. 

You’d have to talk about it when you actually got up, but for now, being in the hazy state after just waking up, you were both more than happy to spend your morning wrapped up in each other. 

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[temperaryheart-deactivated]

proposing to you with a ring pop :^ i'll leave the pairing up to you

this is so cute lol and somebody asked me for brandon fluff so...

• • •

you and brandon sat in the car outside of the 7-11, foraging through a bag of sugary junk and evading the sweltering heat outside. the air conditioning billowed out of the vent to cool you, it’s gust blowing coils of hair away from your cheeks.

“man i used to love these!” brandon chimed, ripping open the plastic encasing to a diamond shaped lollipop. you eyed his childlike excitment as he took a taste of the confection.

“remember in like...third grade when everyone used to pretend to be married,” he enunciated his words with his signature laugh. you shook your head, recounting your awkward elementary school memories.

“not i,” you denied, “i was a nerd, nobody wanted to mess with me,” you wiggled your ring finger above your face, barren as opposed it’s rose gold accented neighbors. a grin tugged at the corners of his lips, redder than usual as a result of the candy.

“you would’ve been my boo.” brandon teased, leaning to you over the gear shift. silver chains rustled about as he grabbed one of your hands, his dark nail polish contrasting your pink shimmery paint.

“i would’ve been like...” he turned on the machismo of a disney prince, half-smiling through his words. you rolled your eyes at the gesture, feigning shock with a hand over your chest.

“will you share your sixty-four pack of crayons with me?” you pushed your hand at his shoulder, succumbing to a fit of giggles in the passenger seat. he slid the lollipop onto your finger, a bit snug beside your other rings.

“i didn’t even say yes yet.” you argued, tasting cherries as you snuck a lick of the ringpop.

“you just said it,” brandon decided, stealing a peck from each of your glowing cheeks.

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[xtrataerrestrial]

summer love ; zion kuwonu

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[shytypeaq]

livestream | b.a.

heyoo, this for my filipino girls💛

Y/N' S POV:

"wassup guys?" i ask to my phone as i start a livestream. "where's brandon? he's home with the boys, probably working on stuff." i smile because of how caring the boys' fans were. "ask questions guys, i'm bored and lonely." i pout. then questions start showing up on my screen.

"are you a hundred percent american? no i am not. i'm actually just about a quarter american and the rest is filipino." i smile towards the camera, expecting to see comments like; filipino?, what's a filipino?.

and of course i see many of those kinds of comments, but i see about 5 or 6 comments saying; i'm filipino too!, wow d halata na filipino ka teh!

"seryoso pilipino ka? yeah i'm serious. my dad and my mom are filipino, but my dad grew up in america. i also grew up in the Philippines, and moved here when i was 16. so i've practically lived in the Philippines my whole life." i explain to the camera.

brandon joined!! ¦ brandon's watching!! ¦ love you brandon!

i furrow my eyebrows, and see carefully if he is watching; he is.

"do the boys know that you're filipino? yeah. they do. but i think they forgot, because you only hear me speak tagalog around family, childhood friends or when i'm seriously angry or frustrated." i say as i lay i read through comments

"alam mo po ba yung kantang malaya by moira dela torre? kung oo pwede mo po ba kantahin? ganda mo po:)) love you po💛 malaya? of course i know that. kanta yan ni ate ganda moira e. yiee congrats 'te sa engagement mo. love you mwah." i grin widely and take my laptop and start to play the song. i see a comment: "haha mas love kita bebe😘"

pasenya na, kung papatulugin na muna ang pusong napagod kakahintay

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malaya ka na

i sing the last lyric, and look throught the comments again. surprisingly there were no negative comments.

@//edwinhonoret : yo, y/n your boyfriend can't stop smiling, and his jaw's dropped.

"wait seriously? brandon babe join this live." he then simply joins still smiling.

"you liked it?" i ask smiling. "heck yeah! hell i even love it! i mean who woudn't be amazed by you?!" he squeals while i just laugh. "holy shit! your face is red from smiling!" edwin laughs to the phone, making the rest of the boys to see for themselves.

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[beanzybrandon]

ABSOLUTE CHAOS WITH PRETTYMUCH (PRETTYBRUNCH Ver.)

A/N: this very quickly became nothing more than a glorified food fight. enjoy, i guess pfft

• there's just something about being with your best friend(s) that can turn the quietest, most shy individuals into the most extroverted people to walk the earth • ‎video chatting with friends has a similar effect, especially when you haven't seen the other party for an extended amount of time • ‎what happens when you combine these two events is nothing short of absolute c h a o s • ‎in this case, the convening pals are you and the prettymuch boys. you had been out of town for a few weeks and wanted to meet up with them when you returned home. they were quick to agree and arranged for you to come over the day following your return (that way you'd have a little bit of time to yourself to relax and unpack your bags) • ‎the friends that the boys are video chatting with?? why it's none other than the beanz • ‎well, I suppose instagram lives don't really count as video chatting but you know what I meAn. it's still a viable form of communication and the absolutely adore interacting with the fandom. life's just been kind of hectic lately and they haven't had the chance to do much of anything with the beanz • ‎now that things have slowed down a bit and one of their closest friends is finally back home, why not do a live?? they all agreed it would be fun and you truly felt as if it would be a nice change of pace, too; interacting with people you love and who love you after weeks upon weeks of nothing but hecticness and disarray sounded like the perfect way to unwind • ‎ after a brief discussion, it was decided that you were to come over later in the morning (not everyone woke up at the same time and having you come over a bit later in the day ensured everyone was awake while also being well-rested) and would help them make brunch • ‎it would give you plenty of time to talk and catch up • ‎,,,, plus, they needed extra help cooking. edwin and brandon had unofficially been placed in charge of handling meals when everyone decided to sit down and eat together and sometimes it got just the teensiest bit tiring • ‎the moment you walked in the front door, though, you could see that things weren't going to be quite as laid back as you had assumed • ‎things were already lively and loud, all of the boys (except for caleb, who had answered the door when you rung the bell) having congregated in the kitchen. • ‎austin and edwin we're talking animatedly amongst each other, trying to set up the live. they were experiencing a series of technical difficulties (that really boiled down to some simple changes in the settings of the former male's phone. brandon and nick had begun to poke through the fridge, mulling over what they wanted to eat for breakfast • ‎it very quickly grew from a peaceful conversation to a loud (albeit friendly) argument over what kinds of breakfast foods were better • ‎you figured it would be best to help settle things between brandon and nick before things escalated further and became a full-blown food fight before you could even start cooking so you scurried over to them first, kicking off your sandals and dropping your bag by the door • ‎when they couldn't come to a decision after another solid minute and a half of conversation, you chose for them • ‎you had been dying for one french toast waffles. pair it with some bacon, fresh fruit, and hash rows and bAm, a whole meal • ‎pleased with your judgment, their bickering quelled • ‎at least for the time being • ‎it wasn't long before austin and edwin began the live and the six of you settled into everything • ‎you, Edwin, and brandon had moved behind the counter to start cooking, caleb was currently tending to music, and austin and nick were reading and responding to the growing stream of comments that trickled in • ‎it was pleasant enough at first. all of you were talking merrily amongst each other and answering whatever questions and comments happened to catch your eye • ‎and then caleb changed the song • ‎the action in and of itself isn't one that would bring about any unpleasant consequences • ‎it was the song itself that was the issue • ‎everyone has a hype song. this one just so happened to be a m u t u a l hype song • ‎meaning the moment everyone recognized what was playing, all hell broke loose • ‎caleb was the first to succumb to the excitement of the song. he had been pretty quiet this far, but the vibrations of the bass sank their talons into his being. he began to mouth the words, then sing along, then scream along as he gradually shifted out of his seat and began to dance • ‎nick followed suit shortly thereafter • ‎hip roll nation™ • catch half the boys jumping around and yelling 'Aye AYe aYe aYE ayE!" at the top of their lungs • it's like a frat party without the booze and loud freshmen • ‎brandon swayed along to the beat, eyes fluttering shut as he raised the whisk in his hand up to his mouth so that he could use it as a makeshift microphone • ‎which is fun, sure, but probably not the brightest thing to do when said whisk was just in a bowl of waffle batter • ‎needless to say, the front of his shirt was now caked in the liquid • ‎did he notice, though?? of course not • ‎because now he's got a whole performance going on and he's putting everything he's got into it • ‎which means he's really bustin down now. he's singing at the top of his lungs, he's hitting those runs, he's whipping around and throwing it back • ‎this also means that he has flung copious amounts of batter all over?? everyone?? • ‎this goes unnoticed by most but lordy lordy, he managed to get some in caleb's hair and that is a federal offense • ‎you k n o w the moment he feels a glob of sticky flour land in his hair he's gonna throw whatever he gets his hands-on • ‎given that there's an open container of eggs laying nearby and they fit so perfectly in the palm of his hand, it only makes sense that one is going to be airborne • he's huffin' and puffin', eyes firey as he lets out an exasperated "I know you didn't just-" and yeets the egg • ‎nothing ever works out the way they're intended, though, so it doesn't hit his initial target • ‎no, no, of course, it didn't • ‎you know who it d i d hit, though? • ‎y o u • ‎and you know what you're wearing?? • ‎a brand new shirt that is hands down the most comfortable article of clothing you own • ‎and now its sticky and wet and smells absolutely horrid • ‎and you know what you feel now?? • ‎nothing but pure, unadulterated rage. the fire of one thousand suns is blazing through your veins and you want nothing more than r e v e n g e • ‎aight, it isn't that intense but you reacted before you had the opportunity to process what had happened and develop a proper plan of action • ‎so, yeah, you started throwing food back • ‎you didn't settle for an egg or a spoonful of waffle batter • ‎you peeled open the lid of the whipped cream container that rested on the counter and sunk your hand in, scooping out as much of the sticky substance as you possibly could • ‎and, unlike some people, y o u d i d n t m i s s • ‎meaning that caleb is getting a face full of that sugary goodness • ‎by this point, no one is really paying attention to the comments on the live anymore (which were going insane, by the way. if everyone who viewed the live got a dollar every time someone said "hit edwin with the banana," they'd be rich) • ‎it wasn't long before all six of you were engaged in a battle of sustenance • ‎in layman's terms, a food fight • ‎it was?? horrible?? • ‎for a solid ten minutes, there was nothing in the air but choked cries and mushy food • ‎austin had managed to crawl onto the bar and was raining food down on everyone (quite the feat, actually, given how tall he is. if the ceiling were much lower, you were sure his head would have scraped the top of it). brandon and edwin had abandoned their positions beside you in favor of hiding behind the cabinets • ‎when their wooden shields didn't offer up enough protection, they sought out the lids of pots and pans for extra assistance • ‎caleb had armed himself in the hopes of deterring anyone from coming at him with more food • ‎his weapon of choice?? the kitchen towel, which he had wound tightly and was flicking at people whenever they got too close or looked like they were taking aim at him • ‎nick had taken up residence under the sink, hoping to wait out the fight • ‎which took an exceptional amount of time • ‎it wasn't until you had gone through about half of the food in the refrigerator that most of you came to your senses and called a truce • ‎it took a bit longer for the others to follow suit (cough cough, caleb and brandon cough cough) but they sooner calmed down as well • ‎the six of you could do nothing more than part for a while, faces flushed and hearts thumping erratically • when you cast your gaze across the room to the five men that were still strewn about like forgotten socks, you couldn't do much more than laugh • it reverberated off the walls, making everyone's bones rattle as warm grins split across their faces • it wasn't long before they, too, began to laugh • everyone but nick, that is • when the loud cries that tore themselves from everyone's throats had subsided into joyous laughter and lighthearted banter, he quietly crawled out from under the sink and stood, brushing as much food off of his clothing as possible • "hey, guys?" he'd chime, brows furrowing and lips drawing themselves into a thin line • "what are we gonna do about breakfast?" • all of you shared a look before moving toward the front door • you could shower and change later, you decided. none of you had been given the chance to eat and food was a lot more important than a few stains • no one noticed that austin's phone had been left on the counter, nor that the live stream hadn't ended.

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[brxndonxrrexgx-blog]

Brandon arreaga - Sorry

“Fuck you” you muttered through your gritted teeth and before he could even respond you pushed past him and made your way down the stairs.

“Yeah that’s really mature, just walk away instead of talking it out” he stated rollin his eyes in frustration as he followed you to the kitchen.

You opened the freezer pulling out a pint of ice cream and pulling a spoon out of the drawer making your way to the island.

“I’m done talking about this, this one is on you. Man up and take the fall for it” you said as you shoved a spoonful into your mouth.

“I’m not saying this isn’t my fault- baby just listen” he exclaimed. Moving around the counter to your side and gripping a hold of your hand.

“I’m sorry okay” he said bending down slightly to look into your eyes.

“Sorry for what”

“Im sorry for eating your cookies” he said with a sigh

“And...”

“And I’ll get you some more” he said gripping your waist

But you slightly pulled away looking up at him

“Right now” he mumbled pulling you in for a peck “but you gotta come with me for the ride” he whispered against your lips

“Fine” you said rolling your eyes playfully “only cause I love you” you let out while going onto the tips of your toes and placing a soft kiss onto his cheek.

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[bluewatersfairy]

isn’t she lovely? - b.a

Requested as a part two to ‘Zat you, Santa Claus?

Summed up: Brandon and reader family of three becomes a family of four

Warnings: none, fluff

Word count: 3.3K

•••

With four weeks to your due date, the Arreaga household was swirling with a sense of excitement and anticipation.  You’d finished working and were spending most days sat up watching bad television and doing what you could to get everything ready for when baby girl decided to exit your uterus.

The nursery had been half complete for a few months and it was starting to bother you.  You weren’t sure if it was you nesting or your anxiety but you were eager to get it finished.  The reality was that there wasn’t any rush, even after she’s born it would be at least 3 months till she’d be able to sleep in her own room.

Brandon could sense your need to get everything properly set up and had decided to intervene before you started trying to do it all yourself.  Sometimes it seemed you’d forget you were heavily pregnant and try to do things that 10 months ago would’ve been fine but now were the most difficult.  

He came home early from the studio one night and with the biggest smile on his face announced that it was the perfect night to finish setting up the nursery.  Hassan was the most excited, something that surprised both you and Brandon.  He was practically jumping for joy at the idea and no sooner than you agreed was he running to her room, Brandon calling after him to be careful.

3 hours later, you were standing watching Brandon check out the cot he’d just finished putting together.  Hassan had fallen asleep in the rocking chair you used to feed him in about 30 minutes prior.  It all felt very full circle at that moment and subconsciously, you rubbed your belly as you thought back on when you and Brandon had been doing this for the first time.  

“Why’d we have to get a new cot again?” Brandon asked slightly out of breath as he stood up.  He checked its stability and only turned to look at you once he was sure it was okay.

He was met by a rather annoyed stare, one he knew all too well and he smiled at you in the exact way that always made you weak in the knees.  How was it possible he was still able to awaken butterflies in your belly after all these years?

“What?” he giggled as he pulled you closer to him.

“You know exactly why we had to buy a new one,” you replied as he wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on top of your head, tucking you into his body.  

He giggled again at your reply before beginning to scatter kisses all over your face and neck.

The reason you’d had to buy a new cot was entirely his fault.  When you’d first gone back to work, Brandon had spent the weekdays at home with Hassan and after his nap around midday, Brandon would get in and lay with him till he was fully awake and ready to get out.  

You only found this out when you were pulling apart the cot once Hassan had gotten his big-boy bed.  The bottom frame was completely bent out of shape and the screws that held the frame together were all bent out of shape.  Brandon had confessed to you about what he’d been doing and you could only laugh in return, “you let him do everything I don’t and still he’s a Mama's boy, go figure.”

The day you ordered the new cot was also the day you warned him that he couldn’t do it with baby girl and ruin another cot but a part of you knew he would be doing the same thing with her and all your future kids.

You hid a yawn as you wrapped yourself around Brandon, enjoying his warmth as you both looked at your sleeping son.  It was uncanny how much he looked like his dad when he was sleeping.  It’d been close to 4 years and you were still wrapping your head around the fact you’d given birth to a mini version of your husband.

“I’ll take him to bed,” Brandon said with his lips pressed to your forehead, “and I’ll meet you back in the room.  I know your feet are killing you, babe.”

As promised, Brandon met you back in your bedroom where you were currently rubbing lotion over your belly in your underwear.  He couldn’t help but stop and watch you from the doorway, taking in the beautiful view of his wife.  He always swore that if he could, he’d freeze every moment in time he had with you just to make it last forever.

You took another pump of lotion in your hand and without looking at him spoke, “stop staring like a creep.”  

“Sometimes you don’t look real,” he said as he walked closer to you.  He picked up the lotion bottle from in front of you and began to rub the lotion on your lower back.  Cheekily, he rubbed his hands over your butt as well, enjoying the little extra plush two babies had brought to it for a quick moment.

“I think we should start thinking about names,” you said as your eyes met.  

He leant down and kissed you before kissing your belly, “we’ve got some already, don’t we?”

He offered you a hand and helped you into bed as you shook your head to him.  He sat down where your feet rested and began to massage them.  They were beyond swollen at that point and almost every day, like the kind gentleman he was, he’d try his best to make you feel at least a little more comfortable.  

“I was looking at them earlier and I don’t think they’re right anymore.”

“You said the same last time and Hassan was in our first batch,” he shrugged his shoulders while still skillfully relieving some of the pain that had built up.

“Yeah, but that kid looks like a Hassan,” you said with a little pout, “she just feels so different to all the names we originally thought of.”  He nodded his head to you understandably before standing up to kiss you.  

He started to get ready for bed, undressing while you settled into reading your book.  By the time Brandon was in bed with you, you were completely ready to cuddle up with your baby daddy and fall asleep but baby girl seemed to have other plans.  

The second Brandon started singing her a goodnight song, the same one he used to sing Hassan, she started dancing around in your belly.  He kept his hand on your belly and followed her feet wherever they went, letting her kick against his hand.  “Daddy’s right here baby, daddy’s got you.”

A tradition you and Brandon had started for your pregnancies, one that felt a little extra, was to make a video documenting the growth of your belly week by week.  Each Thursday night he would pull out his camera and you’d show off your ever-growing belly.  The first time around with Hassan you were more nervous around the camera but now it was almost second nature, after all, you were just saying what week you were at and answering silly questions Brandon would ask.

Finally at week 37, you were standing in front of the camera in a grey nursing bra and a grey pair of sweatpants.  You did a little dance while he filmed you, laughing quietly as you moved.  You turned fully to the side and let him emphasise your belly before you started speaking.

“We’re at 37 weeks today,” you said as you rubbed over the belly, your hands stopping low, “she’s starting to drop, I can feel it.  Not too long now darling.”

You got into bed not too long after you finished filming the clip.  You were exhausted like most days but things were starting to get more uncomfortable as each day went past.  That night, you’d reached a different level of discomfort and Brandon happened to walk in right as a familiar wave of pressure pulsed through your lower stomach.

“You good, baby?” he asked as he noticed the look on your face.

“Mm,” you hummed as it eased off, “just a Braxton.”

The look of worry didn’t leave his face as he crossed the room to you in a hurry.  He kissed the top of your head and placed a hand on your belly, making sure you were looking at him properly.

“I’m okay Honey,” you said with a little giggle, raising your hand to caress his cheek.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”  You kissed his nose before pushing him away, “come to bed, I wanna lay up with you.”

It was fairly easy to fall asleep with Brandon singing to you quietly and holding you as best he could.  His embrace and warmth made you feel at home, it always did.  Unfortunately, just past four in the morning you woke up to something you weren’t expecting.

The same sharp pressure had returned but to go along with it, you were in a puddle of amniotic fluid.  You reached your hand across the bed to shake Brandon’s shoulder as you said his name but he barely reacted and remained in his undisturbed slumber.  The second time you said his name a little louder and shook him a little harder.  

He groaned again but reached his arm over to you before speaking, “yeah?”

“My water just broke.”

“Okay baby,” he said sleepily before rolling back over and pulling the duvet up to cover him again.  You took a deep breath and waited patiently for him to realise what you’d just told him.

It took maybe thirty seconds before he was cursing as he jumped out of bed to get his glasses on.  He was by your side in moments, helping you get into some clothes and asking you where the stuff you needed was.  Your game plan had been set out for weeks but it seemed in the moment, Brandon had lost his head.  

It was as he began to exit his room that you called him back to you, hoping to ease his mind, “I know this is all very exciting but we have a 3-year-old to think about this time, please be quiet.”

He’d stopped in his tracks and came back to stand in the doorway, the giddy smile on his face never disappearing, “Right, I’ll be quiet.”  Again, he went to leave but you stopped him with the quiet call of his name.

“Yeah?”

“I love you so much.”

The smile he gave you before rushing off was the exact reason you were in that exact position and it almost made you laugh.  You probably would’ve if another contraction hadn’t started right at that moment.

7 hours later, your 6 pounds and 11 oz baby girl had arrived earthside.  Though she was only just full term, she was perfectly healthy and completely ready to take on the world.  

“You did it again baby,” Brandon said quietly from where he stood beside you, baby in his arms.  He had had his shirt off since he first held her, “you made the most perfect angel again.”  

His eyes never left the baby’s, his lips carefully brushing over her forehead.  He sniffed and in your half-asleep state, you saw his tears spill down his face.  “She looks so much like you, her perfect little nose and her perfect little lips.”  

You watched with tears in your eyes.  No part of you fully understood how you’d gotten so lucky.  You had the three most wonderful beings as your world, what else could you ever ask for.  

After a short nap for you and baby, Brandon received a message from his sister who was looking after Hassan saying that they were on their way.  Truthfully, you were enjoying the fact that you’d had no visitors yet.  Though in some ways, this birth was easier, you had gone through a hard trauma and really weren’t in the mood to see those you haven’t already prepared for.

You were burping baby when Brandon got a call saying they’d arrived.  He left quickly to go meet them, pressing a kiss to your head before he left.  Upon seeing them, he was pleasantly surprised to see Hassan holding his aunty Halie’s hand wearing his finest outfit, a button-up shirt and his church pants.  He looked like a true gentleman and it almost melted him right then and there.

“Daddy!” Hassan ran into his arms and clasped his hands together as an excited sound left his little lips.  “Do you like my fit daddy?” he asked as he stepped back to pose for Brandon, something he couldn’t help but laugh at.

“I think you’ve been spending too much time with your uncle Edwin,” Brandon commented which only made Hassan giggle and nod his head.  “I love your fit, you look so handsome, my son.”

With another giggle, Brandon let his serious-dad mode take over as he held his hand out to his son and he once again crouched down to his height.  “I need you to remember your manners when we go into the room to see Mumma and meet baby.  They’re both very tired and but you know how to be gentle and quiet, right?”

He nodded his head, his eyes never leaving Brandon’s, “another thing as well my son, mumma’s going to look very tired and you might think she looks a little sick but she’s so okay, I promise you.”

“Okay daddy, can I meet sissy now?”  Brandon couldn’t help but laugh at the excitement that dripped from every word the young boy spoke.  He could barely contain himself, he was practically dancing with joy.

“Of course baby, let’s go.”

Hassan knew to be quiet the moment they stepped into the room but he got so happy when he saw you with a baby in your arms, he almost jumped up onto the bed.  Brandon instead picked him up and carefully sat him on the bed next to you.

“Hi Mumma,” Hassan whispered as he very carefully moved a little closer to you, making sure not to knock your legs or baby who you were cradling in your arms.

“Hi my darling,” you whispered back before he kissed you on your lips.  “Daddy and I want you to meet your baby sister.”

Brandon helped sit Hassan so you could lay baby in his arms.  He helped support her neck while Hassan smiled down at her, his arms naturally cradling her and supporting her with ease.  

“Hey little baby,” he said quietly as he stroked his free hand over the top of her head.  He was barely touching her with how gentle he was being.  “She’s pretty like you mumma.”

That was enough to set off your waterworks, the tears that had welled in your eyes were painting silver streams down your cheeks.

“I love you,” he cooed to her, completely in his own world as he again brushed his fingers over her hair.

When you looked up from your babies to look at Brandon, you saw that he too was crying as he looked down at his kids.  He had so much love and admiration on his face at that moment.  You saw love and peace in its purest form.  His eyes unexpectedly met yours and his smile only grew when he realised you were already looking at him.

‘I love you,’ he mouthed to you and you nodded your head to him only to mouth the phrase back to him.  

The transition of going from a three-person family to four took full swing your first night back.  There was so much you were eager to do with both Hassan and Brandon but given the circumstances, you weren’t able to.

There were times when you’d fought to stay awake so you could spend time with Hassan but after a few days Brandon had had enough.  You were clearly on edge and he’d sent you off to bed for a nap with a kiss and a promise that he’d be able to hold down the fort while you were gone.

“You deserve it, Mama.  Go rest,” Brandon had told you after pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Have I ever told you that I adore you?” you asked, almost on the verge of tears.  He delicately placed his lips to your forehead and brought you closer to his chest.

“Almost every day for the past 9 years.”  You kissed once more before you departed to your room upstairs.  You crashed out almost the second your head hit the pillow.

You needed the nap more than you knew.  You were going through the baby blues with your hormones drastically trying to rebalance and the very little sleep you’d had weren’t helping.  However, the two-hour nap you’d managed to have helped to clear things up.

While you were sleeping the perfect name you’d been waiting for had finally come to you.  It had been a name you and Brandon had both liked the first time around before you’d known Hassan was well, Hassan.  You weren’t sure why it hadn’t hit the second you saw her but now it felt so right.

When you made your way downstairs, you walked into the living room to see Hassan dancing around Brandon to Stevie Wonder’s Isn’t She Lovely?  Brandon cradled baby in his arms while they both quietly sung to her.  It was an image straight out of a dream and again, tears were rolling down your face.

Hassan saw you before Brandon did and he ran to you and carefully wrapped his arms around you, his fear of accidentally hurting you clear in his actions.  “How was your sleep mumma?”

“It was wonderful, baby,” you answered as you bent down to pick him up.  He wrapped himself around you, embracing you in a tight hug and Brandon gave you a quick look of concern that you only brushed off.  “What have you been doing while I’ve been sleeping?”

Hassan spent the next five minutes talking to you about how he’d been showing baby all his favourite songs with the help of daddy.  Brandon had handed you baby to hold when you’d sat down on the couch with Hassan.  He slipped off somewhere else though you did wish he’d sat down with you.

“What song do you want her to listen to Mumma?” Hassan asked you once he’d finished listing all his songs.  You thought for a moment before a somewhat obvious answer appeared in your mind.

“Has daddy had her listen to Dream a Little Dream of Me?” he shook his head no and at that moment, Brandon came back in with a mug of tea for you.  He placed it next to you with a loving kiss and sat down next to Hassan.  

“Can you please go get daddy’s phone for me, honey?” you asked him and he was quick to spring to his feet and walk to the kitchen, leaving you and Brandon alone for a moment.

“I think I know her name,” you said quietly, wasting no time as you looked down at your peaceful girl.  You were flooded with the same feeling that flooded you whenever you looked at Hassan, that feeling of complete and utter happiness.

Brandon moved closer to you, his arm slipping around your smaller frame, “I wanna be looking at her when you say it for the first time,” he told you before taking a deep breath and looking down at her too.

“Penelope,” you spoke her name softly as if it was a secret only you and he could know.  

“Penelope,” Brandon repeated and it was as if everything fell into place, “she is a Penelope.”  He leant his head against yours as he spoke and you turned to look at him.

“Penelope Arreaga,” he said as your lips brushed over his.

Right then, Hassan came bouncing in and handed you Brandon’s phone.  

“Hey baby,” you said after thanking him quickly, “what do you think about Penelope as her name?”  Brandon pressed a kiss to your forehead as you spoke and once he’d let Hassan process what you’d said, he pulled him into his lap and pressed kisses all over his face.

“I like Penelope!” he exclaimed with the biggest smile, his hands clapping together.

His smile dropped for only a moment, “pretty Penelope,” he announced to her before turning to look at you.

“Precious Penelope,” you said to him and he clapped his hands and nodded his head to you.  

When he turned to look at Brandon you did too and were met with a beautiful smile that you were sure would always make your heart flutter.

“Perfect Penelope.”

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a/n: this was a great excuse to get in my bag over babies!  thank you for reading, I hope you’re all having a wonderful day!

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[babyczk]

hii can we get some brandon fluff? or even angst i don’t really know, i just miss reading about him

some brandon fluff coming right up!

“what’s wrong?” you turned over in the bed to see brandon’s half awake expression, his sleepy eyes regarding you with slight concern. you huffed, flipping onto your back and staring up at the ceiling.

“i can’t sleep,” you muttered. sometimes your brain went into overdrive at nights, causing you to think about everything and anything except going to sleep. and tonight was one of those nights.

brandon yawned, already used to your sometimes sleepless nights. he tugged on your arm gently, bringing you onto his chest, his fingers brushing through some of the curls on your head. you hummed in satisfaction, the feeling calming you down.

“how about some tea?” he asked. “i just bought some chamomile since austin said it helps people sleep.”

you smiled, finding it sweet that he went out of his way to try and find something to help you. “i’d love some tea.”

following behind him, you both ventured out into the kitchen, brandon’s feet sliding against the hardwood floors, as every once in a while he’d let out a big yawn, stretching his arms over his head in a way that caused his shirt to ride up, giving you a glimpse of his toned out stomach.

he stood facing the stove, flipping the kettle on. your arms were wrapped around his waist as he rocked you both back and forth.

“how is it?” he asked, once the steaming cup of tea was finished and in between your fingers.

“it’s perfect, thank you baby.” the warm liquid running through your body was already making you feel lethargic, as you could feel your eyes slightly drooping.

“back to bed?” you nodded, letting brandon move the cup of tea to the side, before grabbing your hand, leading you back to the bedroom.

cuddled up against the mountain of blankets, brandon hummed an unknown tune under his breath, drawing tiny circles on your arm as you drifted to sleep against his chest.

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[corbs-seavy]

See Through

Zion x Y/N

Warnings: nothing just Zion comforting you and kinda angst I think I guess swearing ?

You were standing in the bathroom mirror looking at your figure, You didn't like what you saw you hated what you saw, You thought your stomach was to big you thought that your cheeks were to big you just didn't like it, Then comments from Zions latest post of you "Zion could do so much better", "I don't even know why Zion is even with her smh", "She's not even that pretty", "she's so big", All these things rushing through your head you began to tear up, Then the front door opens from down stairs you didn't notice because you were to busy looking at your figure, then suddenly you hear Zion "Mamas I'm here" He calls from down stairs "Y/N" He runs up stairs "Baby, Baby were you at" He opens the door to see you in the mirror then he gets concerned when he sees your face, He walks in and wraps his arms around your waste "What's wrong mamas" "I don't know" You say, He says "What do you mean tell me baby" "I don't like the way my body looks I'm just not comfortable" "Oh well I think you fine like beautiful" "Z your just saying cuz your my boyfriend", He turns you around with his hands still on your waste " Baby I'm not just saying that ok everything say I to you I fucking mean it I meant that shit , your beautiful your fucking stunning no body could compare all these people saying shit don't mean nothing its just you and me baby, Your body is beautiful mamas don't ever forget that, Your curves amazing, Your face amazing, everything about you amazing I fucking love you Y/n", Zion had left you speech less all you could do was stare into his eyes, You kissed his lips "Thank you baby I really needed that" you smile " No worries baby id do anything to make you feel good" "Can we cuddle ? " you ask "Of course mamas" You and Zion cuddle "Love you baby" you say "I love you to Y/n".

Hey yall hope you like the new theme and i hope you have a great say/ night and I hope you enjoyed "<3 🤎🥺

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[brandon-arreangel]

alright so imagine it’s getting late, and you’re trying to stay awake for Brandon to come to bed, but it’s getting harder to open your eyes every time you blink and you’ve almost dropped your phone on your face about three times.

Putting your phone down, you shuffle out of the bedroom heading for the garage where Brandon would be sitting, big head phones on, really getting into the melody he was playing out on the connected keyboard. You stand and watch him for a minute, almost scared to interrupt his hard work, and consider going back to bed, when he senses someone in the doorway and looks over. Brandon nods towards you with a little smile, then almost frantically turns back to his computer. He raises his hand to pull his headphones down to rest around his neck.

“Oh no, babe. I’m sorry. I lost track of time,” he starts mumbling, stretching his arms out beckoning you to come over.

You walk over with folded arms and he puts a warm hand on your hip. You could be annoyed at him, but you know how he gets when he’s in the zone.

You uncross your arms to reach forward and push the hair on his forehead back, giving him a small, tired smile which said ‘it’s okay’. You nodded your head towards the screen, letting your hand fall to his shoulder. “How does it sound?”

You notice Brandon’s eyes light up, and he clicks around on the screen before sliding the headphones off from around his neck and passing them to you. You slip them on as he presses ‘play’, letting you listen to his latest work. All deep base and Brandon’s angelic runs with a catchy melody, it was really good and you couldn’t help but smile.

When it ends, you look down at him in utter adoration. “It’s amazing, B. Really good. I love it.”

He grins as you ask him to replay a specific part where his voice sounded particularly sexy, then hand his headphones back to him with a content sigh, telling him again how good the new song was.

“Yeah, I’ve still got to add the harmonies, and an extra-.” He looks up at you and fades out, realising you’re really sleepy and he said he’d be in bed almost two hours ago. He leans back, stretching his arms out above his head with a smile at you, then saves his work and leaves his song for the night.

As the computer powers down, Brandon gives you a quick kiss on the cheek, and interlaces your fingers as you finally head to bed together.

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