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friends with what? pt.2 - z.k

He does it all the time. But, he never forgets anything. He remembers a lot. Which is why he is passing all his classes without doing much work. “Just remember that you can tell me.” Y/n reassures Zion. “It’s constantly eating at me. I don’t know how to feel.” Zion barely talks about his emotions much.

One thing, he is insecure about. “You wanna talk about it over ice cream?” “Yea.”

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running away pt.3 - a.p

“I’m sorry.” Y/n mutters. Wiping the tears away from her eyes. “Fuck,” he swears under his breath. Before Austin could realize his actions, he was wiping away the tears off of y/n’s face. Repeatedly telling her, “Please don’t cry.” Only making y/n burst into tears.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs. Carefully wrapping his arms around her. A nurse walks in. “Her father is here.” She says. Y/n turned her head from the door. She wasn’t going to see her horrible father.

“Please don’t leave me alone with him,” y/n whispers to Austin. Making his guard go up. Letting go of her to only pull a chair closer and hold her hand. “Y/n. What happened?” She just stared blankly at her father. The father that showed no love to his own daughter.

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Butterflies | N.M

Request: “If you are taking requests can you write a nick imagine where you two aren’t really dating but you guys know you like each other and he slaps your butt? Lol thanks!”

A/N: This one was requested genuinely sO LONG AGO (like prolly early September) and I’m so sorry it took so long ): Idk who requested it bc it was anon but I hope you still read my stuff & enjoy this haha. Sorry for the late update i’ve been really sick and had no motivation to write ):

Words: 268

Warnings: None (:

Y/N’s POV:

“Hey dipshits” I say as I walk into the boys house with food for us all. I place it down as all the boys surround me, looking through the bags for their food. “Mara” I say as he sticks his head up from the boys and looks at me. I stick the bag out on front of me as he takes it from my hands and pulls me into his chest. I feel butterflies swarm in my stomach and my chest tighten as he kisses my cheek. I laugh it off as I place my food down and walk towards the fridge to get a bottle of water.

As I pick up my bag and walk to the couch I feel a hand on my butt, I frantically look around me to find Nick standing next to me. “Well hello to you too” I giggle as he keeps his hand there, as if it were normal. I feel my cheeks start to tingle as they turn a bright pink, as do Nicks. We all sat around eating our food while watching Netflix until everyone got tired. I laid my head on Nicks shoulder as all the boys sleepily walked to their bedrooms. “Ya know, (Y/N), I really like you.. And if your down, I’d like to take you out for dinner” He says while combing his fingers through my hair. “I’m down” I say as I start to yawn. “Great” He says as we cuddle into each other and pull a small blanket onto our bodies, not caring if the boys see us cuddling in the morning..

anonymous asked:

okay so imagine zion making a deal (?) with you that for every kill he gets in fortnite you have to take one of your clothes off and for everytime he gets killed he has to take something off and things get,,,,,,😶😶🔥🔥

“You suck at this game.” You’re lounging with your legs across his lap, the only clothing that you had to take off since your little bet started being your shorts.

“Alright, bet in ten minutes you won’t be saying that,” Zion boasts will false bravado. His right leg is shaking, jostling yours slightly. No matter how long y’all been dating, he still gets a little twitchy having you so close. You smile and reach a hand over to his locs, softly scratching at the back of his head. The tv screen suddenly lights up in colors and explosions. Zion leaps off the couch, whooping and hollering.

“LET’S GO BABY, LET’S FUCKING GO!!!” He does a funny little spin and turns around to face you, a victorious smirk on his face. You roll your eyes in exasperated fondness, pulling your shirt up and over your head.

“Well a deal’s a deal,” you laugh and then squeal when Zion picks you and wraps your legs around his waist, and giggle as he kisses your neck all the way to the bedroom.

(Sorry that this sucks, I haven’t done this in a while😅)

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zion speaking spanish >>


Hello Loves!

I hope each and every one of you are enjoying your day/evening wherever you are. I also pray you’re receiving the love you deserve in this cruel world.

It appears to me that your fellow writer (me) needs a bit of help with a tale she’s writing. My story follows soft-spoken black girl, Gemma Evans, as she travels back in time to fix the mistakes she made in high school; from missed opportunities to wasted “situationships”.

During my time of not working on the story, I’ve dabbled with a few titles. We have Changing Gemma, Gem’s Past, Finding Gemma and some others that I’ve forgotten about now. Anywho, the help needed is a book cover idea.

Now, I titled the post ‘Calling All Artists’ because I know the artists would love to help me out in this project of mine. But this post is open to everybody, whether you believe you’reartistic or not. If you’d like to pitch in with the help, the instructions are simple:

  1. Create the book cover with either of the titles listed (if you have an idea for a different title, that’s fine as well).😊
  2. Make sure the cover fits the summary of the story.
  3. Give credit to yourself and list the authors name (Diana Marie).

Once you’re finished, you can send it to any of these social media contacts of mine:

  • Instagram: nas.marie
  • Snapchat: lovely.aniya
  • Twitter: NasLuvsU
  • Email:

I‘m planning on posting this on Wattpad at some point so whatever covers I receive will be posted throughout the book itself. Of course I’ll be choosing one but I want to show appreciation for all of your work as well.

I love you all! Have a good night/blessed day!💕

Mother Knows Best (2) | A.P.

Summary: Its been a year and a half since the split of reader and Austin. Ever since then, she’s made a glorious name for herself and has moved on from her old life. Well, that is until she runs into an old acquaintance.

Word Count:

Pairing: Porter relative x Reader

A/N: Austin isn’t exactly included in this part but you need to read it to understand the next fic. If not, you’ll be lost. Not too lost but a little bit. Anyways, hope you enjoy this one. Feedback is much appreciated! 💕

“So how exactly did you land the role for Black Widow?” Ms.DeGeneres asked.

I quickly lifted my brows. “Well, it all started with me having one of the lead roles in We Are Not These Hands and my agent, Mitch, happened to be at the first showing that evening. Of course, he was searching for someone to play my role in Black Widow and I caught his eye. Afterwards, he came up to congratulate me and we got to talking. Next thing you know, I’m at my first audition for a film two weeks later.” I elaborated. The audience proceeded to whoop and applaud my story.

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beautifullybeau  asked:

I absolutely loveeeeeeed “Mother Knows Best” you’re a phenomenal writer! If you get the chance can you please write a part 2?

Thank you so much, that means a lot! I’m just getting back into writing so I was a bit hesitant on posting the fic.

Of course I’ll do a part 2 to “Mother Knows Best”! Once I finish writing it, I’ll tag you and the other readers who enjoyed it.

You have a blessed day! 💕

Mother Knows Best | A.P.

Summary: A visit back home to see Austin’s family suddenly turns sour when readers life is exposed.

Word Count: 1.2k

Pairing: Austin Porter x Reader

A/N: This is a bit of an AU fic. I know Mama Porter would never be like this towards Austin’s lovers but the idea came to mind while I was at work today. And I used him because our hearts need more Austin content on here so here you go.

“Be yourself, he said. She’ll love you, he said.” I angrily muttered as I tossed a T-shirt of mine back into my suitcase. “Love me my ass. I’m getting the Hell outta here.”

In the few hours I’d been inside of Austin’s childhood home, I believed everything was going according to plan. We flew from Los Angeles to Charlotte, North Carolina because somebody had been begging to meet me, Austin’s girlfriend of six months. I bonded with Ryan over simple guy topics; sports, TV shows, the latest video games, you name it. Mason wasn’t here due to prepping for his wedding but Austin promised to FaceTime him later for the introduction. Mr.Porter resembled my father; chill but made sure to remind his sons who the man of the house was. Mrs.Porter? Well, she was a different story.

I went along with Austin’s words prior to us flying out here: being myself. And I believed she accepted that. Like any other kid with their parent, I revealed my goals and dreams as an individual, how school was panning out for me, what I did to earn money, what my parents did for a living, and so on. His mom attentively listened, like she was genuinely interested in the life I was raised in and built for myself when my parents set me free. She offered advice when my struggles were exposed and throughout her speaking, Austin held my hand like the caring boyfriend he was.

I scoffed. Caring. It didn’t even fit him anymore! He was more than likely downstairs plotting how to tell me things were over.

Moments before I commenced my repacking, I was headed downstairs for the dessert Mrs.Porter promised was “the best in the household”. What stopped me from entering the kitchen was hushed but frantic whispering.

“I don’t know Austin. Something doesn’t feel right.” whispered his mother. “I don’t think she’s the right one for you.”

“Mom, what the Hell?” he responded. I knew that phrase with him. When said, it was laced with confusion and frustration because Austin was currently at a loss for appropriate words to fit the scenario.

“Watch your tone! I am not one of your friends.” A deep sigh was heaved. “Sweetie, I don’t think she has her life together yet. From the looks of it, she’s having a difficult time with obtaining auditions.”

“So? What does that have to do with me?” By then, he was probably crossing his arms.

“Your career Austin. You’ve been placed in a band by one of the greatest music critiques on the planet. Y/N is just your average girl trying to make it as well but it’s not working for her. She’s not getting anywhere.”

“Mom, one of my duties as a boyfriend is to support her in anything she’s determined to do. Of course, she’s struggling but at the end of the day, I’m picking her back up so she can try again and eventually make it.”

“The last thing you need to be doing Austin is taking care of a child. Y/N is still in college and you’re not. You’ve got a job as a singer and you can’t let her lifestyle pull you down. The minute that happens, there’s no coming back up for air.”

Then there was silence and my stomach dropped. Austin wasn’t saying anything and when he didn’t say something, it meant he was mulling over his opponents response. It’s what he did with me before he agreed that I was right.

The silence was cut but the words pooling from my so-called boyfriends mouth didn’t cure my nerves. “Alright, I’ll um… I’ll talk to her. I mean, I didn’t even think of it like that.”

“Good. I just hope she understands that what you’re doing is for the best. For you and her.”

Who was this woman? Who was she to be judging my relationship with her son? Oh, that’s right: she’s Austin’s fucking mother. And like the old saying goes: “Mother knows best.”

I had just zipped up my suitcase when the bedroom door opened. Knowing it was Austin because we were supposed to be staying in his room for the time being, I refused to look at him as I heaved my bag off of his bed and onto its wheels.

“Wh-what’re you doing?” was the first thing he said. The nerve of this guy, I tell you.

“I’m leaving.” I simply answered.

“And going where?”

“Back to Los Angeles, Austin.” I turned around to finally look at him and immediately regretted doing so. His eyes held sadness behind them, something I rarely caught a glimpse of when he was doubting his skills as a singer. But then I remembered why my hand was gripping the handle of my luggage so hard that my knuckles lightened. “Don’t try to play the Guilt Card on me. I heard every single thing downstairs between you and your mother.”


“Yeah, you forgot that I was coming back down for dessert? Seriously, if you’re going to talk about me, the least you can do is wait until I fall asleep or I’m at least a five minute drive from your house. You and her both had the audacity to question my life and how it would affect yours.”

He sighed in realization, placing his head in his hand. “Y/N, it’s not what you think.”

“Then what is it exactly that I’m thinking Austin? I heard her clearly: I’m not the one for you because I can’t get my shit together. And instead of you defending me, you side with her. What kind of bullshit is that?”

“Baby, you have to understand–”

“Don’t call me that, you do not get to call me that name after what I heard down there.” I snapped with my index finger pointing directly at him.

He huffed. “Fine. Y/N, you have to understand that she’s only looking out for you and me.”

I shook my head, appalled at his response. “Are you fucking kidding me right now? I’m the last person she’s thinking about. I’ve only known her for a few hours and she’s judging how our relationship is gonna end up because I’m not like you. I’m not famous and living on my own. I’m just a kid trying to graduate college and begin my career and she’s assuming my young adult life is going to ruin yours. Austin, she’s only thinking about you.”

“No she’s not!” he argued.

“Yes she is! And you’re too oblivious to see it because she’s your damn mother!” I yelled.

Both of our eyes widened in shock. I’d never raised my voice before, let alone Austin. And thinking about it now, my cheeks were wet from tears. Fuck, this is really screwing me up.

I shook my head and wiped my cheeks. Austin made a move to come forth and comfort me but I shoved his hands away, grasping the handle of my bag again.

“I have to go.” I spoke, a quiver obvious in my voice. Before I could exit the room, I faced Austin one last time. “When you finally go back to L.A., don’t even bother trying to hit me up on some friendly bullshit because that’s not what I wanted between us. Delete my number right now and don’t even think about getting your friends to contact me.”

He only stared with furrowed brows and watered eyes. All I could do was shake my head in shame and move on.

Part 2????



Brandon Arreaga

Edwin Horonet

Austin Porter

Nick Mara

Zion Kuwonu

Dolan Twins

Grayson Dolan

Ethan Dolan

Why Don’t We

Corbyn Besson

Daniel Seavey

Jonah Marais

Jack Avery

Zach Herron


Jack Johnson

Jack Gilinsky

Alex Aiono


this is a side blog where i’ll be writing most of my stuff :)

i have a wattpad but at this point i never use it

i write for:

-prettymuch (woohoo) ☀️

-the dolans 🌻

-alex aiono 🌙

-wdw 💫

-jack & jack ⚡️

-and i’ll write for most requests! 🍯

im working on a masterlist but yeah should be stuff coming soon!

Snow Day With Austin Would Include....

-you’d both be chilling at his house and the weather would show that it was expected to snow later on

-you’d take a nap and wake up to snow outside the window

-Austin’s just a big kid so he’d be like “COME ON BABE LET”S BUILD A SNOW FORT”

-you can’t say no to him, so you steal a pair of his sweats and a hoodie and head outside

-mans would drag you outside and then be nagging at you to stop taking so long

-he’d be so excited y’all

-anyway you’d both be playing in the snow and he’d be kissing you randomly

-he’d intentionally try to make you cold so you’d go snuggle with him

-you’d start heading back inside after an intense snowball fight and he’d throw something at the roof so the loose snow up there would fall on you

-you’d go and take a hot bath while he’d make hot chocolate

-you’d spend the rest of the evening cuddling under warm blankets and watching movies

Monster Among Men A.P.

Based off of the song Monster Among Men by 5sos

I was headed to Y/N’s house. She had just told me she loved me and I left. There had been too much silence to relieve the awkwardness, so I left. It wasn’t that I didn’t love her, it was the exact opposite, in fact. I loved her very much. I knew the truth though, and my toxic relationship past made it very hard to admit my feelings, so I just stood there. The look on her face was etched into my mind, the immediate pain and confusion, followed by a blank expression, then tears that she didn’t let slip down her face.

My past haunted me, I couldn’t risk leaving another girl because of one word. I couldn’t risk hurting my love again, either. So here I am, pulling into Y/N’s driveway. I parked the car and stopped the engine, gripping the steering wheel a bit tighter and throwing my head back into my seat. I let out a deep breath. Here you go, Austin, you have to make this right. I didn’t give myself time to turn around despite the huge knot in my stomach telling me to stop pushing the door open. I approached her front door and knocked.

“Coming…” Her voice spoke weakly and I heard her dragging footsteps approaching. She cracked open the door and almost shut me out of her house. I stuck my hand between the door and the door frame, which caused a burning pain and a loud crack to ensue.

“Wait, Y/N. Let me fix this please?” She sighed and let me in as I gripped my hand to stop the throbbing. She noticed my hand and mumbled that she was going to grab some ice for me and told me to sit on her couch while I waited. She returned shortly after and wrapped the ice pack around my hand gently while I hissed at the contact of the weight and coldness of the ice pack. I let out a sigh and turned my body towards the girl, taking a good look at her. She had obviously been crying for the past few hours, and her makeup was smudged slightly against her face. I reached my free hand out to touch her face as I opened my mouth.

“Y/N, look, I’m such an asshole. I never meant to hurt you, it just took me by surprise. No one ever expects their world to say they love you and when they do it shocks you sometimes. I just don’t want to break your heart again, I don’t want to be a monster among men.” She sighed and opened her mouth, but I cut her off.

“And guess what? I love you too. I really do, and I just don’t wanna lose you.” She shook her head and laughed.

“You’re such an idiot, Dale.” She leaned in for a kiss and I reached up with my other hand to cup her face, but was quickly reminded of the stinging pain. I winced again and she laughed.

“Come on, you big goof. I’ll take you to the ER.”

anonymous asked:

can you do a fluffy prettymuch austin imagine? anything you wanna do with it rly, love your blog!! 💕

Sure, love!! Here’s a lil sum’in sum’in inspired by Austin’s iconic look at the VMA’s :) x

“Can you please stop fretting? I’m trying to make you look good here.” You scold your boyfriend, your fingers tightening around the soft lavender button up he chose for the VMA’s. 

“I already look good,” he grins cheekily up at you through his messy blonde, finally standing still so you can straighten out his outfit. 

“That’s because I’m damn good at my job.” You roll your eyes due to his comment. 

The living room at the PrettyMuch house was filled to the brim with clothing options and hair and makeup products. Professional people you have been working with for the past year are moving around you in a familiar wave of productivity. Your eyebrows are slightly furrowed, partially from focus and from knowing that Austin likes to mask his nerves with humor. You’ve spent so much time with him as both his stylist and his girlfriend that his habits have become hard to miss .

“That’s very true.” he hums, running a hand through his hair yet again (another nervous habit). The hairstylists had already given up on Austin. There was no point in styling it, he’d just run his hair all over it within the first five minutes. 

“Yeah, that Naruto band was a sick idea, (Y/N).” Nick pipes up from the couch, finally looking away from his phone. The other boys make noises of agreement in unison. 

“Thanks, boys.” You roll your eyes yet again, but a smile appears on your lips.

“It’s a forehead protector, actually.” Austin interjects, putting a hand on his hips. 

“Nerd!” Zion calls out, making the boys laugh. Austin replies with a childish mocking face. 

The continued laughter and hollering dies down a little once you’ve moved on to straightening the forehead protector on Austin’s arm. 

“Does it look okay?” He asks, and you can tell that the nerves are coming back from the hand he’s running through his hair yet again. 

“You look perfect.” You say softly, soft enough to make him look up at you and snap out of his anxious state. 

“Really?” He sounds a little breathless, like he’s in disbelief. 

It’s crazy to you that your boyfriend never seems to catch on to how attractive he really is. Austin isn’t insecure, per say (well, at least not unlike everyone else). But it gets to him sometimes, the pressure of having to be a certain image to fit what everybody thinks a boyband member should be. So, as both his stylist and his girlfriend, you’ve made it your mission to make sure that you always include Him in his outfits. The whacky colors, the anime references, the little pieces of Austin’s character that could be communicated through fashion. 

“Really. Courtesy of my talent, but perfect as always.” You tease. Austin sees right through it, though. He sees the sincerity in your earnest eyes. 

“You’ve got impeccable taste babe,” he grins, dropping down to give you a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you.” He whispers in your ear, low enough that only you could hear. 

“Of course,” you nod, cheeks ablaze. 

Ooooh! Get it, Austin!” Brandon hoots from the clothing rack. The boys whoop in the background. 

“Shut up, guys.” Austin rolls his eyes, but there’s a smile playing on his lips, too.