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pretty-much99 · 3 years

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Boys

Brandon × Reader

Angsty

Plot: Brandon helps you get through your boyfriend's breakup.

Side note: I couldn't bring myself to try to write Brandon in as a love interest because I respect his and Maggie's relationship so much.

(Y/N POV)

You're in your room having a good time jamming out to some music. You check your phone and you have a text from your boyfriend. You look at the text thinking that he is going to be late for coming over to your place because both of you planned on meeting and hanging out. But it was not what you were expecting nor wanting him to say to you. "I know that we have known each other for a long time now but I feel as if we are growing apart. I don't feel the same as I once did, you are a great person don't get me wrong but I don't see myself with you anymore. I will still always love you- (insert an ex's name)."

Devastated is an understatement as to how you currently feel. How could he not tell you about how he was feeling and see if y'all could fix things, why break up over a text message and not to your face? There were more questions than answers and you tried to call him and by then he blocked you. So you feel completely defeated, you group text your guy best friends who were in Prettymuch. Nick answered immediately but he said that he was back home and he wished the best for me and to call if I wanted to talk. Then Brandon answered the text shortly after and he says that he is coming over.

You didn't want anyone to come over because you didn't want them to see you ugly cry. So you text back and just ask why do guys do that, and that he doesn't need to come over because you don't want to be around people right now. The other boys reply and ask if I am okay. You lie and tell them yes even though you were not okay at all. You felt like the walls of your life were crashing in and you felt as if you weren't good enough for anyone at that point. Zion called and you answered slowly, trying to not let him hear the hurt in your voice and see that you had been crying over facetime. Zion always tried to cheer you up but he was currently out with his mom. So his mom realized that you were hurting. She asked what was wrong but it hurt more to go back and explain what happened. So Z tells her and she gives you some advice but it was all too much to take in for that moment.

You hear a knock on the door and you drag yourself off of your floor and answer the door without even looking. Brandon is standing there with your favorite flowers and a smile on his face. His smile disappears when he sees your eyes are really red from crying and that you had tears currently streaming down your face. You quickly try to hide it by wiping the tears away but it is too late. He steps in and gives you a hug and he hands out the flowers to you. You smile and both of you walk and sit on the couch placing the flowers on the bar counter as you walk by. He wipes your tears away and you let him read the message. The whole time you are slowly crying replaying how much time you and your now ex had spent together.

He turns off your screen and says "He is an awful person to not realize that you are an absolutely amazing person that deserves to be treated better than how he treated you. Some guys are not ready for a relationship and if he knew that then he should not have misled you into something he knew he wasn't ready for or ready to commit himself to. I am sorry that you have to go through this because you don't deserve it." You smile and thank him and then you start spewing out questions that you had since he sent the message to you.

He tries to answer them but they were not the answers you were hoping for. Then you ask him the final question of if you are good enough for anyone else. He stopped and looked at you as if you were crazy, " absolutely don't let something like this bring down your confidence, you are beautiful, strong, and independent. I don't want to ever hear you question that again. Honestly you are too pure for this world and he did not deserve to be a part of your life, smile because you know that someone that is your soulmate is coming in the future. They will love you beyond measure and they will deserve to be graced by your presence." You smile and laugh to slow your past emotions down, but you have a good ugly cry session while he hugs you the entire time. After your cry session you decide to make popcorn and have candy on the side. For the rest of the day you watch tv with Brandon and laugh trying to cope with how you are feeling.

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darlinvandijk · 4 years

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MASTERLIST

Key:

fluff ♡ angst ✦ sexual ✲

Ruel Van Dijk:

If my Masterlist were a movie... (coming soon). the order my masterlist would be in, if it were to be one long and chronological story.

Pregnancy Prank ♡ pranking lil baby ruel into thinking he’s gonna be a dad because we love freaking him out :)

I Just Need You ♡ ruel needing a little extra love and reassurance when days get a little rough

Jealousy ✦ best friends with ruel, but some more than platonic feelings lead to a jealous revelation

Obvious ♡ obvious crushes for two oblivious singers, causing the fans to make sure their ship happens

Tour Bus Cuddles ♡ ruel being stressed from tour and needing a little extra comfort, while also being a complete teenage boy

Just Friends ✦ best friends with ruel, but secretly in love with him, leading to some jealousy on both ends

Not Ready ♡✲ not ready for sex yet, but ruel being the amazing boy he is reassures you that it’s okay, because you don’t have to do what everyone else does to fit in (implied smut, but not actually smutty)

Not Ready Pt. 2 ♡✲ deciding you’re ready to take the next step with the love of your life, in the city of love :) (implied smut, but not actually smutty)

Phone Call ♡ really missing ruel, which causes him to call you and comfort you as much as he can on tour, with a lil surprise towards the end :)

Wrong About You ✦ working with ruel when there’s a mutual dislike towards each other, but maybe there’s a little more beneath the surface than you thought

M&G ♡ going to his concert only to end up with a special connection when we meet at the m&g

What About Me? ✦ ruel feeling jealous and neglected since his family is taking up all you’re time together

Hickey Prank ♡ pranking ruel with coco, but the prank goes a tad too far, causing a prank war to start?

Tired ♡ fluffy daydream i had about our australian boy who’s very sleepy and cuddly

Thrift Shop ♡ thrifting a sweater that was accidentally donated, only for the owner to be a beautiful boy willing to do anything for it

Don’t Talk To Her Like That ✦ small group of rude fans causing ruel to make them leave a m&g, because he might love his fans, but you’re relationship is his everything

Baby You’re Drunk ♡ just a tad too tipsy and telling him about how amazing your boyfriend is, even though it just so happens to be him, also is this the krusty krab?

Christmas Photos ♡ christmas photos with the van dijk siblings, leading to a blushy mistletoe caused relationship

Always Been You ♡✦ long distance didn’t work, but maybe after four long years, we’ll finally find our ways back to each other

It’ll Be Okay ✦ mental health can be difficult, but there’s always hope. things do get better.

Secret ♡✦ public doesn’t know about our relationship, since management wants it to be a secret, not realizing how much it affects ruel

Valentine’s Disaster ♡✦ Valentines is the day where you get the excuse to excessively shower your significant other with gifts and love, while of course posting all over the internet, but what happens when Ruel forgets? Can he make up for it?

Stars in the Sky ✦ Every heartbreak is a step closer to a happily ever after, it’s just hard to see that sometimes. But maybe, just maybe, the boy you had forced yourself to not have feelings for, has loved you all along?

Sun in her eyes ♡ (to be determined) Going through the process of getting over a breakup is rough, but maybe having the person you’ve been in love with all along by your side can make it easier. Maybe he can be the one to help you see that loving yourself is always the first and most important step. With a side of romance of course.

Secrets & Rainy Days ♡✲ What happens when a certain lanky boy finds out you can sing on a rainy morning? Well the answer is lots of freaking out.. and maybe lots of making out too?

Good Girl ✲ All I have to say is car makeout sessions. That’s it. That’s the whole post. Literally just making out with Ruel in a car and uh really enjoying it. (No smut, but very touchy and whatnot)

After Care ✲ Lets just say this takes place after good girl, because Ruel always gets what he wants in the end. Even if it means having to deal with the rag.

After Care: Soft Version ♡✲ Takes place after good girl, because sometimes you gotta love on your girl. I mean who said the rag can’t be kind of soft sometimes? Sometimes face masks and tea spilling is the best form of after care.

Smile please ♡ Quarantine sucks, especially when you aren’t with your other half. Social distancing is important though, even if you have to sacrifice cuddling and kisses from your favorite lanky boy. Our love will never change though, no matter the complications. Right?

Empty Love (coming soon) ♡✦ A relationship turned shallow and empty. Maybe it doesn’t have to stay like that forever though. Sometimes a reality check is all you need to realize what you might lose.

Feeling blue ♡✦ We all feel a little blue sometimes, it’s okay though. Sometimes letting someone in, as scary as it can be, is just what you need when you feel like you’re alone. You’re never alone, there’s always someone out there who cares.

What’s your fantasy? ✲ ✦ This is just the mini prequel to fantasy, it’ll be hinted at during fantasy, so read it if you want to. Kinda hot tbh

Fantasy ♡✲ Lets just say you should put a little faith in Ruel, I mean he can take you wherever you wanna go.. just take his hand, to your fantasy.

Baby Lotion ♡ Nothing but a soft boy who smells like baby lotion and the dazzling smile that graces his skin as he comes out of the shower, damp hair and glowing eyes.

Late Night Swim ♡ Just a little bit of tree and some nice light night swimming... but with a fun twist, because I mean less clothes the better right?

Wish ✦♡ Sometimes my day dreams are better than my reality, so here’s a peek into the things that float through my brain on a bad night. Also, just remember, you’re enough. You’re the sun in a sea full of stars.

i wanna be yours ♡✦ the feeling and desire of just utterly wanting to be yours. i just wanna be yours.

I just wanna feel ✦ An overlooked part of mental health is that one of the most common feelings is the feeling of nothing. A feeling of complete and utter numbing nothing. Sometimes feeling numb is worse than feeling everything.

Spill or Fill (coming soon) ♡ james corden loves to push people with his questions, but when it comes to hollywood’s favorite couple, will he be able to get some interesting info out of them?

Spill the tea (blurb) ♡ Jane, or Janet as Ruel likes to call her, never knows when to quit and of course Ruel wants to know the tea, but in typical boy fashion decides to ignore all the main details of the story

Quarantine Vibes (blurb) ♡ I mean what’s better than being in quarantine with a lanky boy who doesn’t know how to stay quiet but who also knows how to make you feel like the only girl in the world

Can I hold you? (blurb) ♡ (coming soon) Sometimes you just have to share a bed and get through the awkward ‘should we put a pillow up’ phase before you can get to the good stuff. Which is wholesome cuddling and whispered compliments.

Hickey Prank: Ruel Edition (coming soon) ruel finally gets his revenge, but officially starts a prank war that he might not win, because we all know who the queen of pranks is

Pressure (coming soon) fans seem to think ruel doesn’t get the love and attention he deserves, leading to some insecurities and extra clinginess, but turns out ruel loves you the way you are

School Sucks (coming soon) school can suck sometimes, but with a protective green eyed boy, maybe it’s not as bad as it could be

Holiday Trip (coming soon) holiday trip with both families, but only one room left, maybe sharing a bed will lead to some interesting late night confessions

Tipsy Confessions (coming soon) drunk kissing your best friend is always interesting, but maybe our drunk adventures were all we needed to find our way to each other

Brandon Arreaga:

When The Party’s Over ✦ it’s been 3 months, but maybe the relationship isn’t quite ready to end yet

The Moon ♡ writing a song, which just so happens to have some major clues to the glasses wearing boy about who you’re in love with

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hellohellohellobingmetropcs · 4 years

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PrettyMuch as babydaddies 😊

Brandon

- sings the baby to sleep

- studio sessions with his little one

- samples his baby’s voice on the track

- records every little moment (talking , walking , singing , dancing , sleeping)

- very good at co-parenting

- bringing his baby on stage with him

Nick

- cautious parent

- doesn’t let anyone kiss his baby

- keeps his baby hair done

- happy his baby looks just like him

- showing the baby him dancing on abdc

- still flirts with you

- FaceTimes you when he’s drunk to see the baby

- teaches the baby little dances

Zion

- hates your new boyfriend

- both your families still wanting you together

- “I mean I’m already here, I can just stay the night— to watch the baby” finding ways to spend the night with you bc he misses you

- sneaky hookups with him

- still childish himself

- talks to the baby about you allll the time “your mama is gorgeous .. you think I can get her back?”

Austin

- private parent

- keeps his baby off the media

- gets a home in the country to raise your little one

- play dates with the other PrettyMuch babies

- dates with just him and the baby

Edwin

- fun parent

- let the baby curse

- never misses his day to get the baby

- fucking up his and the baby’s sleep schedule

Masterlist

#prettymuch imagines #zion kuwonu imagines #edwin honoret imagine #nick mara imagines #brandon arreaga imagines #austin porter imagines

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naptoons · 4 years

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May I ask for an imagine of Brandon making a song about you cause he misses you during quarantine :(

Big bet I got you, I love these cheesy concepts.

Butterflies - Brandon Arreaga

Summary: Brandon has been missing you so much during this whole shutdown, so to ease his need to have you next to him, he writes and produce a song solely about you.

Warning(s): Nothing Fluff is all

A/N: so I wrote a song/poem for someone long time ago cause I had a crush on them but I ended up not giving it too them lol so I’ll put it too use.

Proofread: yes/no

Laying on your bed, you went through the pictures of you and Brandon, you were reminiscing on all the good times you spent with him, pressing on the pictures to hear what happened in the background, smiling everyone you heard Brandon yelling “that’s my girl!!” Or “damn you look really good” as you were going to text Brandon his caller Id popped up to FaceTime you.

“I was just thinking about you” you state, seeing his smile appear followed by the giggle you’d always melt over, you watch him fix his hair for what seemed like the third time.

“You’re just everlastingly perfect” Brandon’s voice hits a lower octave, rolling my eyes You hear his soft scoff “aye none of that! You’re beautiful end of discussion okay?”

You scrunch my nose up “but I didn’t even say anything!”

“Baby, I’ve been with you for a year, I know all your facial expressions” Brandon fights you on your debate, he licks his lips moving his bangs out of his face.

“I wish you would’ve dyed your highlights that color, you’d look even hotter” you state, grunting as you get up from your bed walking towards the kitchen. You hear nothing for him after your sentence so you looked back at him just to see his dazed orbs on you. “Jesus Brandon it’s been a year and you’re still zoning out while looking at me?”

“You act like I’m still not nervous by your presence y/n, you’re beautiful to me no matter how long we’ve been together”

“You’re going to still say that when I’m covered in wrinkles?”

“Fuck yeah, wrinkles don’t stop your beauty” he laughs, You grab a bowl for ice cream then open the freezer. “What you’ve been up to babygirl tell me about your day”

“Oh just looking at pictures of us and missing you even more, I also broke a nail” you show him the band-aid wrapped around your index finger. Brandon pouts at your injury and adorable you are.

“Aw my baby I’m sorry about your finger, how’d that happened?” Brandon softens, his fave coming closer to the screen giving his undivided attention to you.

“I bought new furniture to decorate my room” You pout

You guys spent quite some time talking hearing what one another has done for the day, you guys ended up watching a horror movie together, which made you slightly mad at Brandon, knowing full well that you couldn’t sleep without him around to hold you after a horror movie. But here you were in bed three hours later falling asleep.

“I won’t leave, I’ll stay until you fall asleep babygirl, stop fighting it” Brandon laughs slightly

“Wouldn’t be in this situation if we didn’t watch it, you’re just a sadist” you mumble, only fueling his laughter even more, you turn your back towards the camera hugging the teddy bear he bought you.

“Aw pretty girl, look at me I’m sorry” Brandon pouts, you look at him over your shoulders seeing him take off his sweatshirt “I’m sorry babygirl, let me see your face beautiful” Brandon’s voice sounding serious.

“Fine only cause you’re adorable, and I need to sleep” which makes Brandon beam bigger, you saw him sitting in front of a computer, sighing you just knew he was constantly working, but this time he was working on something for you. Brandon looked over once again to see your eyes were closed. His smile growing the more he wrote and erased, changed the beats on his laptop, strummed his guitar. He was determined it be perfect. Not only for his sake, but for you. He wanted to let you know you’re loved. And those kind gestures doesn’t stop after he asked you out. It was for a lifetime.

The next morning you woke up to your phone constantly vibrating, confused you thought your phone would’ve died from how long you were on FaceTime for, but it turns out you put it on the charger while talking to Brandon. Pressing the lockscreen you see you’ve been tagged in so many posts. So many twitter mentions. Did Brandon post a screenshot of you from FaceTime last night? Ignoring it you thought to yourself it wasn’t the first time he’s done something like that. Walking towards the bathroom, more and more notifications ringed.

Curious to know you walked back swiping on of the mentions, and typed in your passcode.

“ Just when you thought their relationship couldn’t get any cuter!!! 🥺 @y/n @brandon_arreaga STREAM IT GUYS!! “ you read one tweet. You favorited it then moved onto the next one.

“The beginning of the song starts off with her giggles when he visited her from tour......I’m soft dont touch me😩😩😩😩 go stream this people @y/n @brandon_arreaga” you favorited a couple of tweets, sliding down your notifications you stumble open his SoundCloud that he’s uploaded something. The cover art was a picture of you two on your first date. the Polaroid picture that is in his wallet till this day. Turning on your speaker you press play.

The intro was just as they said, you giggle when he came and visited you with your favorite flowers, you were crying if pure happiness. The guitar strings comes in right after you said “I love you”

‘Babygirl, got a heart like a garden, but she’s too scared to ever let it bloom’

‘Don’t wanna cave into love if it’s to soon,but she’s the girl I pray about to the moon’

Your eyes started to welt up in tears, he wrote a song for you? He used to love singing to you and still does, but now he gets to sing a song for you.

‪‘She doesn’t realize the pull she has on me‬

‪Honey golden eyes that just melts on me‬

‪A fragile sunflower in the garden sweep by the sea’ ‬

‪‘No matter what the tides bring, you gotta know you’re still my baby’ his soft voice brings the tears down your cheeks, after the song was done, an audio was played at the end, you remember exactly what it was. The day Brandon took you out to watch the lanterns. ‬

‪“I’ve never been this deep in love, ain’t these like the butterflies your mom tells you to run away from?” You hear you’re voice ask ‬

‪“Yeah, doesn’t mean they’re dangerous, just means you’ve found the right one, and you know they are, cause everytime you see them the butterflies just won’t stop” ‬

‪Smiling you wiped you face, calling Brandon on facetime, in a matter of a minute he answered seeing you wipe your face with his hoodie sleeve. “Hey babylove you okay?, what happened?” Brandon’s voice honeyed in on you, making you miss him even more.‬

‪“your song is happened” you choke through‬

‪Brandon feeling a sigh of relieve giggles through the phone “god you really are beautiful, I’ve missed you so much so I thought I’d write a song about how much I loved you” ‬

‪You heard your doorbell ring in the background “give me a minute baby” you tell Brandon, clearing your throat you walk across your wooden floor towards the front door, unlocking it there he stood, with his sultry eyes, he pulled his mask off to show you his beautiful smile. “And drove all the way here just to see you” in one hand he held a self care basket for you and his overnight clothes. In the other was his hand on your lower back, while your tears fell on his shoulders.‬

‪“I’m here baby” Brandon mumbles kissing your neck, backing away you let him in, as your dog runs and jumps on his legs “oh hey princess/prince I’ve missed you” he coos at your dog, placing the basket on your kitchen counter and his overnight bag on the living room floor.‬

‪“You’re staying baby?” You pout ‬

‪“Yeah, you thought I was just coming by and not staying? You’re crazy” Brandon chuckles you run over to him but this time he catches you his fingers hooking underneath your thighs.‬

‪“I love you so much” Brandon mumbles softly on your skin, kissing every part of visible flesh his lips can reach. Giggling you roam your fingers through his hair.‬

‪“I love you more”‬

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babyczk · 5 years

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all my writings

IMAGINES/ONE SHOTS

“you deserve to relax” — zion kuwonu

“ice skating” — nick mara

“unexpected i | unexpected ii” — zion kuwonu

“feels like home” — brandon arreaga

“playing games” — nick mara

“morning cuddles” — edwin honoret

“just friends i | just friends ii” — zion kuwonu

“take care” — nick mara

“what could go wrong” — zion kuwonu

BLURBS/CONCEPTS

“face masks” — edwin honoret

“making up” — zion kuwonu

“paper rings” — zion kuwonu

“retwisting his dreads” — zion kuwonu

“dating a short girl” — nick mara

“study break” — austin porter

“can’t sleep” — brandon arreaga

“napping with simba” — zion kuwonu

“disneyland” — zion kuwonu

“not in the party mood” — zion kuwonu

“gone 2 long” — zion kuwonu

“watching basketball” — nick mara

“long distance” — brandon arreaga

“dating a shy girl” — nick mara

“bad news” — austin porter

“dance teacher” — nick mara

“baby bump” — nick mara

“national boyfriend day” — nick mara

WRITINGS BASED ON THIS PROMPT LIST [closed]

22&46 with zk

19 with zk

2&10 with zk

34&47 with ap

26&27 with zk

25 with nm

4&9 with ba

17&25 with nm

18&24 with zk

9&28 with eh

ROYALLY SCREWED SERIES

introduction

cast

part one

CHRISTMAS WITH PM

christmas with you — edwin honoret

a christmas miracle — zion kuwonu

brothers best friend — nick mara

#masterlist #prettymuch #prettymuch imagines #zion kuwonu imagines #nick mara imagines #austin porter imagines #edwin honoret imagines #brandon arreaga imagines #writing

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morningfears · 4 years

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Talk It Out

Rating: PG

Summary: “Hi can I have a Brandon angsty fluff with prompt 6 like either he’s away or you guys have broken up because of distance and he calls or literally anything I need it more than my next breath” | “Sorry for calling so late. I just really needed to hear your voice.” for Anon.

Word Count: 1.9k

Brandon stared at his cellphone, the device a heavy weight in his hand as his thumb hovered over your contact information. He glanced at the time, close to two in the morning for him, though he knew that it would be an hour later for you, and hesitated. He desperately wanted to talk to you, he needed to hear your voice, but he felt that he had no right to call. It had been two months since he’d heard your voice, four months since you’d seen one another in person, and the distance hurt more and more with each passing day.

He knew, deep down, that he only had himself to blame for the breakup. Things had been going great for the two of you, your relationship had been stronger than ever and he was more in love with you than anyone he’d ever been with, but he’d been selfish. He had been so focused on his own career, on following his own dreams, that he’d expected you to put yours on hold.

You were always there for him. You were always a steady presence in his life, a voice of reason whenever he needed one, and he took that for granted. The nights that you spent waiting for him to come to bed only to end up having to drag him from the studio, the dates that he cancelled or forgot because something work related came up, the days that would pass without talking because he knew you’d be there when he finally called you back; those were all things that he took as a given. They were proof that you’d be there, no matter what, and he was sure that when things finally settled down, when he was ready, you would still be there.

However, life hadn’t worked out that way.

You had dreams of your own. You’d talked about them with him when the pair of you first started dating. He remembered you talking about your desire to move to the east coast and spend at least a year living in a city that gets all four seasons. He remembered your desire to get an internship with a specific company, based in New York. He remembered your desire to do something with your life, to make a difference in the world, and he always admired that.

As he sat in the back lounge of the tour bus, the door shut so that whatever noise he made would hopefully not wake the others, he remembered that you hinted at being willing to compromise. You suggested, once upon a time, that you’d be willing to go for a three month internship, maybe while he was on tour, so that you wouldn’t have to be away from home when he was. Or maybe you could find something similar in L.A. because it was the experience that really mattered.

You had been willing to compromise if he had just given you a little indication that he was as serious about your relationship as you were. You had been willing to make the long nights and the long distance work if he’d just tried a little bit harder. But he got caught up in the pressure. Everything had to be perfect, every song and every tour. He didn’t have time for you then, mostly because he imagined that you’d always be there when he finally got a second to breathe, but, as he sat alone in the back of the bus, he realized that he should’ve made time.

He realized that he should’ve tried harder, that he should’ve made you a priority, but you always put such a focus on being happy and trying your best to keep it together that he hadn’t really realized how bad things were. He hated to admit it, hated it even more because everyone else saw it but him, but you were the sole reason your relationship seemed to run so smoothly in the end. You never complained, you never did anything other than be yourself, and he wondered if that would’ve changed anything. If you had complained, if you had yelled at him or called him an inconsiderate asshole, would he have realized his mistake before he lost you? Or would that have only sped up the end?

He huffed a deep sigh as he realized that dwelling on the past wouldn’t change anything. In the end, you’d still been yourself. You were encouraging, thoughtful, and told him to focus on music as you informed him that you’d gotten the internship and had opted to spend a year in New York. You told him that things would be better this way, you both could follow your passions without worrying about one another, but it had hit him like a punch to the stomach.

Four months ago, almost to the day, you gave him a kiss on the cheek and wished him well before you left him in the studio. Three months ago, he’d taken to sending you little snippets of songs he’d worked on for you over the course of your relationship. Two months ago, you’d called him and asked him to stop. You appreciated the thought, you did, but it was a little late. You, again, wished him well and promised him that if he wanted your approval for a song (he always promised you that he’d ask before he attempted to put anything out into the world about you), you’d be willing to listen.

And that was that.

But as he sat, alone with his thoughts and the photos of the pair of you still in his camera roll, he desperately needed to hear your voice. His chest felt tight, his heart pounded, and his hands were shaking as he tried to keep his breathing steady. He was overwhelmed, exhausted, and the only person he thought of that would make him feel better was you.

So he called.

He didn’t really expect you to answer. At the very least, he expected you to tell him to fuck off for calling so late, but you answered on the third ring with a tired, but worried, “Brandon? Is everything alright?”

“I, uh, yeah,” he breathed, his chest loosening slightly as he listened to the sound of your voice. “Everything is fine. Sorry for calling so late. I just,” he paused for a moment, toying with the waistband of his sweatpants, before he admitted, “I just really needed to hear your voice.”

You were silent for a moment, only the shuffling of sheets could be heard, and Brandon almost apologized again but before he could, you spoke. “Where are you guys tonight?” you asked, your voice sounding more alert as you moved to lie on your back.

“Chicago. It was crazy. The show was amazing,” Brandon assured you, his voice small as he fought to keep himself calm. It had been so long since you’d spoken, really and truly spoken, that even talking about the little things made him feel those familiar butterflies in the pit of his stomach. “How’s New York?”

“It’s good,” you hummed, “cold, but good. The internship is going well. I’m starting to get used to the routine and everything so I feel a little more at home.” Brandon hummed his acknowledgement and any other time, you’d have wondered if he was paying attention. However, the tone of his voice when you’d answered the call told you everything you needed to know. He was listening, you were sure, and he needed you to talk to him. So, you did.

Brandon would ask a question, about how work was or how you liked your new apartment or if you’d caved and gotten one of those puffy jackets, and you would answer it at length. You did the majority of the talking, a sort of unusual feat for your relationship, but it was nice. You hadn’t really had many people to talk about it with. Your parents and friends were happy for you, of course, but there were things that you couldn’t share with them that you felt comfortable telling Brandon.

And as much as he needed to hear your voice, you found that you had really needed to just talk to him.

It wasn’t as if you hadn’t missed him. In fact, you missed him more and more every day. You were homesick but not for California. You missed the comfort that came with being with Brandon and, even if things hadn’t been the easiest in the end, you missed him. He’d been nearly perfect, the only issue was his difficulty at dividing his time, but you hadn’t said anything. You hadn’t let him know that it was such a problem and you sometimes wondered if just talking it out would’ve saved your relationship.

However, it didn’t do to dwell on the past so you’d left well enough alone. This, however, made you curious. And it wasn’t as if you had anything to lose.

So, when there was a lull in the conversation, as Brandon thought of another question, you asked, “If I’d said something, if I’d asked you to spend more time with me or make us more of a priority, would you have done it?”

“I’d have tried,” he answered, his voice quiet as he slumped in his seat. He’d asked himself the same question a few times, wondering if he’d have done anything differently had you talked to him, and he wanted to believe that he would have. But he also knew that he was stubborn and set in his ways so he very easily could’ve ended up slipping back into old habits. “But maybe I needed you to do this so I could see what life would be like if I didn’t try hard enough.”

You were silent for a moment and Brandon wondered if that was the wrong answer. However, before he could attempt to clarify, you whispered, “I really miss you, B.”

Brandon was surprised but relieved as he heard those words leave your lips. “I miss you, too,” he returned, his voice earnest as he thought about the distance, both physical and emotional, separating the two of you. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of this was the right thing to do, but he decided he had nothing to lose. So, he said, “We’ll be in New York in a few days. Maybe we could get lunch and talk?”

You didn’t know if that was a good idea but you were willing to do just about anything to see his face again. So, instead of listening to the rational portion of your brain that reminded you there was a reason you’d left, you found yourself agreeing. “Let me know when you get to the city. I know a place that I think you’ll like.”

“I’ll see you in a few days, then,” he breathed, feeling lighter than he he had in months. You should go back to bed. It’s, what, close to four there?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, “and I have to be up in a few hours. But I guess I just really needed to hear your voice, too. Good night, B.”

“Good night,” he returned, “I’ll see you in a few days.”

Neither of you knew how your first encounter in months would go, neither of you even knew what to expect, but you both went to sleep feeling hopeful. You both felt lighter than you had in months and, for the time being, that was all that mattered.

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Author’s Note: I don’t know how I feel about this. I haven’t written angst in SO long and I just. I dunno. All I know is that when I first saw PM, I thought Brandon would be my favorite because of his look (I’m super into the fucking emo boy thing). I still like him, though. He’s cute. Anyway, today was a day. I’m tired. I’m gonna go continue cleaning my apartment because my parents took me literally when I said they could come visit whenever they wanted and they’re coming tomorrow. So.

#prettymuch imagine #prettymuch imagines #prettymuch fic #prettymuch fanfiction #prettymuch angst #prettymuch concepts #brandon arreaga imagines #brandon arreaga imagine #brandon arreaga fic #brandon arreaga x reader #brandon arreaga x you #mine

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ybnmara · 4 years

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foreign language | n.m blurb

author’s note: I enjoy writing little blurb like that way too much. The French part is real french since it’s my native language and I tried to translate it the better way! Btw I do take requests so slide them in & if you wanna be friends just dm me I guess lmao. Anyway hope you’ll enjoy it xo

words count: 0,5k+

warnings: cursing; pure fluff

“Stop talking to me in french y/n.. You know damn well i can’t understand a thing” The brunette boy start saying.

You knew that talking to Nick in french would do nothing else but trigger him. When you were mad at him, wanted his attention or wanted to annoy him, it was the first thing you would start doing. You were bilingual english/french since your mother was french and your father american. You had been going to France every year on summer holidays for the longest you could remember and that’s how you practiced your french. Your french wasn’t as perfect as someone who would be living in France 24/7 but it still was ok. You understand it pretty well and could hold a conversation pretty easily. Back then you were quite insecure with your french because it wasn’t perfect as your friend’s one and you had an accent but your french friends always told you that your french was perfect so you became more and more confident while speaking french with others.

“Et donc? C’est pas comme si tu m’écoutais de toute façon” [trad : And? It’s not like you’ve been listening to me anyway]

“Oh fuck off man!”

And now Nick was pissed. Seeing him like that made you giggle a little cause you knew it wouldn’t last long. Nick, next to you, put his airpods on, going back to what he was doing on his phone previously. You just got up from the sofa you were sitting in and went to the kitchen of his shared house with the other member of his boyband. You were getting yourself a bottle of water in the fridge when a voice surprised you.

“Yo y/n, why is Nick all mad?” Edwin’s big voice made you let out a little scream. “Did i scared you? Oh my god i’m sorry.” The boy lightly laughed at your reaction.

“It’s ok, it’s ok” You giggled “He’s just mad because i been talking to him in french.. But you know he’s just sitting there with his airpods on, not answering any of my questions so i had to annoy him a little”

Edwin rolled his eyes and let out a sigh at your explanation thinking it would have been something way more serious before you left the kitchen. You went back sitting next to Nick, him being still tense from you speaking to him in french. You leaned in next to his hear and took off his right airpod which cause the music to stop.

“Tu boudes encore?” [trad : You still mad at me?]

“I said fuck off y/n” Nick said while pushing you slightly away from him not even bothering taking back his airpod.

“Nick i was kidding...” You whined brushing his hand off and making your way back close to him.

“Mon coeur?” [trad : My heart?] You tried knowing that he liked when you were calling him that way. You kissed his cheek gently, then continued making your way to his lips when you weren’t getting any reaction to all those kisses. A smiled formed on his lips when you reached his with yours, making you smile too.

“You’re such a cry baby” You giggled pulling yourself away from him.

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oceansdeepa · 4 years

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Lunch and dessert

AN: A light smut with Brandon, so mature content ahead. Mobile, but i just wanted to write this before i forgot.

“Do that shit one more time.” Brandon warns after the third time you pushed the menu to his side. He’s already picked what he wanted and you both knew this but you wanted to annoy him. Your eyes sparkle with mischief. “What are you gonna do about it.” Brandon only smirks as a reply. Pushing the menu back to your side. His phone in one hand, scrolling through some emails.

When you get home, barely is your bag placed inside before Brandon pushes you against the corridors walls. Your back feels the material of the walls against your thin dress. Brandon rubs against your thighs as your dress hikes up with his needy fingers. His hands touches your ass, squeezing it firmly.

You yelped but Brandon only chuckles mischievously, pushing down your panties. He relieves himself from his pants, already hard. For a second, you inhaled your breath waiting for him to enter you. But Brandon toys at your entrance as a punishment for your behavior at the restaurant. You wordlessly beg through action, pushing his hips inwards towards you.

"Ah, not so fast sweetheart", Brandon replies pushing your hands down, he grips your thighs, lifting up one leg before aligning himself at your opening.

"Shit!" you mustered, feeling the weight of him fully. Brandon forgets how tight you can be and mutters "Fuck". It starts off slow, with back and forth motions and your yelps of pleasure fills the hallway. Hands delve deeper into the coils of his hair.

Suddenly, he's picking up pace and your body trembles to keep up. "Brandon, I." you start to plead the rush of climax pushing hard. Brandon coaxes you into the release with a "just like that baby". You come shortly after and he's not far behind you. Both your sweaty bodies are out of breath begging for air. Brandon's the first to speak up, kissing the corners of your jaw quickly. "Thats for being a pain earlier."

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ohreyyy · 4 years

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I really be wanting to write and always have like the most amazing concepts in my head. But as soon as I start typing everyhthing looks weird and all over the place.

#prettymuch #prettymuch preference #prettymuch imagines #zion kuwonu imagines #zion kuwonu #brandon arreaga #brandon arreaga imagines #nick mara #nick mara imagines #edwin honoret #edwin honoret imagines #austin porter #austin porter imagines #niall horan imagine #one direction #5sos imagine

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portersfilms · 4 years

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hesitate (z.k)

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

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

warnings: none

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#zion kuwonu imagines #zion kuwonu #austin porter #nick mara #edwin honoret #brandon arreaga #prettymuch x reader #prettymuch imagines #austin porter imagines #nick mara imagines #edwin honoret imagines #brandon arreaga imagines #zion kuwonu blurb

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kait-is-always-late · 4 years

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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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