#Zach Herron fluff

[vexieeeee]

Why Don't We Masterlist

(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff, (s) - smut

Jonah Marais:

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Corbyn Besson:

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Daniel Seavey:

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Jack Avery:

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Zach Herron:

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[upindreamland]

Part 2 of: In My Arms - Zach Herron

Zach Herron x fem!reader (she/her pronouns) last part of part 1

Summary: Your husband is back after being gone for a while. (angst to fluff)

AN: I couldnt keep it angsty the whole time lol. I'm a sucker for a happy ending. Go read the first part if you want. Angsty at the beginning but turns fluff. Come talk to me once you're done.

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(This takes place after Zach gets back from the writing session and the kids are asleep)

Y/N’s POV

There’s an amazing amount of tension in a room that just has two people in it. It’s just me and Zach in the kitchen. The kids have been put to bed hours ago.

I’m sitting on top of the kitchen island, while Zach stands at the entrance of the kitchen. Not knowing what to do, I picked up the glass I was drinking water out of. While I walk over to the dishwasher, I can feel his eyes on me. I just continued with what I was doing. Focusing on my hands and tuning him out. Trying anything to forget that Zach is right there.

Zach got back from the writing session just a couple of hours ago. He spent the time with the kids while I stayed off to the side. I didn’t want to start anything in front of them. They don’t need to experience that. Now that they’re asleep, I don’t have to pretend that everything’s alright.

“Hello? Are you even going to talk to me?” my husband’s voice resounds all around the kitchen as he walks closer to me.

Quickly walking out of the kitchen, I hear Zach slam his hand on the countertop before following after me into the living room.

“Babe, what is going on with you?” he asks. Just by the way he said that, I can tell that he’s becoming increasingly worried.

Sitting down on the couch (that I spent most of the nights crying and sleeping on. I couldn’t sleep on our bed because it brought back so many memories. But, he doesn’t need to know that) I fold my arms and look at anything but him. That is enough for him to know that something is seriously wrong.

“Oh, the silent treatment. Really?” he scoffed while shaking his head.

“Real fucking mature Y/N.” he said sarcastically.

That’s what caught my attention. Quickly standing up and making eye contact with him I can’t help but say,

“Says you, the one who was out partying at a club and chea-“ I cut myself off before I finish the sentence. If I say it out loud, I’m afraid that it might come true. That would be horrible for me and the kids. I know what it’s like to grow up with divorced parents. It's literal shit. I do not want my kids to experience that.

“No, go ahead and say it Y/N. Say it to my face” he responds with malice in his voice.

When I open my mouth to speak, the words get stuck in the back of my throat.

“If you’re going to accuse me of cheating on you at least have the decency to say it to my face” he yells angrily, taking a step towards me.

Shaking my head no, I look down so he won’t be able to see the tears forming in my eyes.

“No what Y/N? You need to talk to me,” the way the tone of his voice changed surprised me. I was expecting him to still yell at me and have that angry look in his eyes. However, when I looked up I saw the worried and caring eyes I fell in love with all those years ago.

Zach walked closer and pulled me into his arms.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you babe. I’m just tired and haven’t been feeling the best without my amazing family by my side. I know that’s not an excuse, but I really need you to talk to me. What’s going on?”

Sniffling I look up at him and I can’t help but to let it all out,

“That night when I called you there was a woman in the background. She asked if you were ready. You hung up right away and said that you didn’t want me to hear her and that was what started it all. I tried telling myself that I was being irrational but then…”

“Y/N, honey…” Zach says

“No, let me finish, please,” he nods, “then I remembered that you didn’t call or answer our calls for five days before that. That put a big toll on me and on our kids. It just hurt so much,” I take a deep breath before continuing. “Then to top it all off, you call me from a club and criticize my parenting,” my voice becomes bitter “when you know how hard I try especially when you’re not here.

“You want to know what really made it worse, I hear that woman’s voice again. I don’t get to see my husband for who knows how long and then, having to hear this woman’s voice every time I call. You weren’t here and I didn’t have anyone's support. That’s why I’ve been…” I get cut off by my own sob.

“…why you have been sleeping on the couch and crying most nights,” Zach finishes for me.

Shock passes my face. I stumble out, “how did you know?”

He can’t help the smile appear on his face, “your incredible kids did. Riley and Sophia told me they saw you crying on the couch one day. And that you never went up to bed and they always heard crying noises,” the smile disappears, “Okay I’m going to explain now but it might be long so be ready,” he finishes.

“You don’t hav-” I start but get cut off.

“Oh no missy don’t even start. I know you want an explanation and you deserve to hear from me.”

He takes a deep breath before continuing.

“I know that you think I was cheating but it was nothing like that. The woman you heard was a realtor. I was looking for a house to buy since I know you wanted a place to travel to during the summer and winter time and that you love that part of the country. I was so busy that when I was done it was already so late that I didn’t want to call. That’s why I didn’t call for those five days. Then when you called, we were just getting ready to go look at a house that I had a good feeling about. She asked if I was ready to leave and I responded how I did because I didn’t want you to hear her because I was afraid she was going to spoil the surprise. I hung up quickly just in case. I’m sorry for that. About what I said in the club, I was drunk and I was just taking my insecurities out on you. I know you’re an amazing mom and those kids wouldn’t be who they are without you. There’s a reason why I put four children in you,” he gives me a cheeky smile.

“I just so happened to run into her at the club with her girlfriend. She said that I had to figure out what I wanted before I left in regards to the houses we saw. I know it must have sounded wrong but it meant nothing. I’m sorry if you felt like I was lying and I’m sorry if it felt like I broke my promises. I know what you were probably thinking at night all alone Y/N. So I’m telling you this right now and I mean it truthfully, you will always be safe in my arms Y/N. Nothing, not even a fucking house can tear us apart.”

I smiled at him, thankful for his explanation. I knew I made the right decision in saying yes when he proposed. All of my worries seemed to disappear. We were going through a hard time in our relationship, but the important things stayed the same. He is an amazing husband and father just as I am an amazing wife and mother. Relationships are never easy but when they get hard, it’s up to the two people in love to make up for it and I think Zach and I did an amazing job. “I understand Zach, I'm so sorry for how I reacted.”

“It’s alright babe. Come on let’s go cuddle upstairs in our bed together, before the kiddos wake up.

And that’s exactly what we did. In each other's arms.

(And yes Zach got me the most amazing vacation house ever. I can’t wait to check it out.)

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AN: Ahhhh okay here it is. I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you think down below. Love you all and have a great rest of your day!

- Kara (upindreamland)

[heartbreakgrill]

hi bb! could I get a cute zach x reader fic? you can take this in whichever way you like but I was thinking some fluff like a movie night at Zach's or he teaches the reader to play video games? you can do it either way/come up with something of your own too! xxx

Slow Down; Zach Herron

a/n: hope you like it, queen!! 💘

You knocked gently on your boyfriend’s front door, feeling insecure in your leggings, your sweatshirt, and sneakers. You’d been to the boy’s house before, but this was still only your second time, and you’d never dressed so casually in front of Zach. Your relationship was still fresh- only 8 dates had happened so far- so you were still holding back parts of yourself you were afraid of him seeing. The lazy, messy part of you that some guys were turned off by.

You wrung the sleeve of your sweatshirt between your fingers. The door opened a moment after you knocked, drawing your eyes from your feet. Jonah, tall as a tree, stared down at you, a sleepy smile growing to his dark features.

“Hey, Y/N, good to see you.” Jonah swept an arm through the air and you walked into it’s path.

The house was noisy, as per usual. Lights were on all over, Corbyn and Jack were shouting over the shooting noises of a video game on the tv, music was streaming from the Bluetooth speakers, Tessa sat at the kitchen island. Daniel was probably out in his studio, and his brothers were strewn around the living room, watching Corbyn and Jack beat each other.

You felt so out of place in the group’s familiar Friday routine. Jonah could tell, harboring the same feeling of social anxiety, and gently touched your elbow.

“I’ll go get him, okay?” You’d been in Zach’s room, he must’ve not have been in there, because Jonah walked outside after you nodded.

You busied yourself with removing your sneakers. You squatted and gently set them beside somebody else’s shoes on the rack. You peaked around at the door and shut it all the way. Somebody finally spoke up when you turned back around.

“Oh, hey, Y/N! Come sit,” Corbyn patted the spot next to him on the couch.

“Shit, sorry, we just completely ignored your existence,” Jack added on, laughing into his headset.

“No worries,” you smiled at everybody, carefully stepping over Christian’s legs to sit next to Corbyn.

“How ya doing, Y/N?” Corbyn glanced at you.

You folded your hands. “I’m okay, thanks. How are you?”

Corbyn went to answer when something happened in the video game and everybody yelled. That’s when you noticed Zach making his way across the room. He pushed Christian’s legs out of the way, earning a playful punch to the thigh. You stood up as he did, giggling at the laughter the two boys exchanged.

Zach threw his arms up when he laughed, one of his cutesy quirks that you had learned yet. His hands landed on you- shoulder and hip. He gently pulled you into his chest, your hands moving to his back.

“Hey,” he laughed in your ear, fingers moving to your back, but landing on your mini backpack.

“Hi,” you leaned away. His fingers slid down your shoulder and gently held your fingers.

He tugged you behind him, guiding the two of you to his room. “Sorry I didn’t answer the door. Daniel was having me record something.”

You shrugged, “No worries. I got a warm welcome from everybody.”

Zach sighed, letting go of you to shut the door. You sat on the edge of his bed. He said, “Yeah, they can be overwhelming at first.”

“No!” You disagreed. “They’re all really great. I like the energy.”

Zach smiled at you as he walked over to you. “You look very cuddly.”

Your anxiety settled in your subconscious, no longer a part of your worries. Instead, a blush painted your face. “We have never cuddled before.”

Zach sat beside you, setting a hand on your knee. “We don’t have to.”

“No, I want to,” you assured him, grabbing said hand and squeezing the knuckles. “I know you’re probably used to moving a little faster, but I’m just nervous. I’m sorry.”

Zach shook his head, carefully studying your eyes. He brushed the hair from your face, behind your ears, “I think I need to slow down anyways. With my career and looking back on my past relationships, I think it’ll keep me grounded. You’ll keep me grounded.”

Your stomach whirled with adoration. You found yourself leaning forward and kissing him. It wasn’t your first kiss- actually, it was your second. But it felt like the first. You hoped that feeling would stay.

Zach cupped your cheek, thumb just barely pushing your chin up into him. Your hands found his jaw, fingers molding between his hair. You kissed for a moment longer, and intended to keep going, but someone knocked at the door.

You jumped back from Zach, laughing from your naive fright at the sound. Zach pecked your lips and went to the door.

“Hello?” He opened it towards him, leaning against the door frame.

That was hot.

Jack waved from his side of the door. “Can y’all go pick up the pizza?”

Zach rolled his eyes, huffing. “Really? There’s, like, 10 other people here. Why can’t they?”

“Thought maybe you wanted alone time with your girl,” Jack shrugged. “Also, Jonah and Tessa just left, Daniel is busy, the rest of us are playing a game. Please?”

Zach obviously wasn’t going to argue with his band mate in front of his girl, as jack had put it. So he agreed.

Zach went to the closet as you waited on the bed, picking out a hoodie. He slung it over his head and sat beside you again to put on his shoes. As he did, you told him about something you did earlier that day. He was a good listener and conversation came so well between you two.

Zach stood up, offering you his hand. He pulled you up, purposefully tugging you close to his chest. He held you by the back and kissed you again. You giggled into his mouth, feeling his fingers squirm against your sweatshirt. He pulled away, to your disappointment, and looked at your sweatshirt with furrowed brows.

“No, this won’t do,” he tugged at the hem of your sweatshirt.

You looked at him with utter confusion, “Huh?”

He walked back to his closet, voice echoing from inside. “If you’re gonna be my girl, you gotta wear my sweatshirt.”

He settled back in front of you, holding out the hoodie.

You carefully grabbed it. “Is that you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

Zach tipped his head at the sweatshirt, “Is that you saying yes?”

You answered by taking off what you had on and replacing it with a hoodie that the The Invitation Tour logo on it. You followed Zach out the living room again and sat down on the floor to put on your sneakers while he found his keys. He helped you off the floor, like in his room, and led you to the garage.

He opened your door for you like a gentleman, passing by with a sweet kiss. You let out a deep breath once you were settled in the seat, feeling a weight of emotions in your stomach.

Zach got in and then you guys were gone. The pizza place was ten minutes away, but they didn’t offer delivery because of COVID. And, of course, you forgot your mask. Zach just shrugged it off while you felt bad he carried two pizzas and a bag of 2 liters to the car. He put it all in the back seat before joining you again.

On the way back, Zach told you to put on music. Meanwhile, his hand sneakily found it’s way to your knee. He didn’t want to automatically place it upon your thigh, genuinely meaning what he had said earlier.

You wrapped your hand around his, letting your intertwined fingers rest in your lap. When you got back to the house, Zach didn’t allow you to carry anything again. As soon as the pizzas hit the kitchen counter, the boys went ravenous. Even Daniel appeared from his cave to get food.

You stood off to the side, feeling rude just diving in. Corbyn noticed you and automatically spoke up over the crowd of men.

“Hey! Guys, we should probably let Y/N go first,” he motioned to you.

Your face flushed and you felt your neck started to clam up. “Oh, I’m okay.”

Zach, who was caught up getting cups for everyone, sighed. “I’m sorry, I should’ve told them to wait.”

“No, it’s no worries, guys. Please, go ahead,” you insisted again.

Daniel shook his head and handed you a plate, “No, Y/N, go ahead.”

You carefully took it and joined the hoard at the island. You took a single slice of cheese pizza and circled back to your spot.

Christian disagreed with your sad plate, “Oh, cmon. Get another slice, and some chips and a drink.”

You began to protest when they all spoke over each other, insisting. Daniel slapped another slice onto your plate, Corbyn held up two bags of chips in your face, and Zach had already poured your favorite soda into a glass. You tapped on the Dorito’s in Corbyn’s right hand and he poured some on your plate.

You had a restless, wide grin on your face the entire time. “Thank you so much.”

Everybody went back to being savages. Zach quickly got in and got out, leading you back to his room. He crawled across the bed and leaned back on his headboard. You carefully sat beside him as he turned on the television.

“You wanna watch that movie you told me about the other day?” He held out the remote to you.

Your mouth fell agape for a moment and then you nodded. “Yeah- uh, yeah.”

How was he such a good listener?

You found the movie on Netflix and put it on. Zach finished his food quickly, but you ate carefully and slowly. Zach simply layed out on the bed, waiting for you to finish. Once you were done, you stood up from the bed.

Zach paused the movie, “You good?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Wanna give me your plate?” You held out your hand.

Zach jumped up suddenly, grabbing his plate and yours before walking out.. You caught up to his long-legged strides with protests.

“Zach!” You called after him, tugging on the back of his sweatshirt.

He finally turned around after he set everything in the sink. “Yes?”

You tried to glare at him, but his smile was so sweet, you broke into a grin. “I was gonna take them!”

Zach shrugged. “I got it, babe.”

You lifted a finger to point in his face, but froze when the pet name registered. Your face went red again.

Zach’s innocent smile turned even cheekier- if possible. He kissed your cheek and left you standing there. You followed him to his room, stopping him in the middle of the hallway. You tugged him around to face him, practically launching yourself into his arms as you cupped his jaw and kissed him. He held the curve of your back, leaning into the kiss.

You broke off, breathless, with matching smiles. “Wanna finish the movie?” You jerked your head in the direction of his room.

Zach nodded in a less than calm manner and followed you inside. He shut the door, splaying back in his spot on the bed. You carefully lay beside him, resting your head on his bicep, which he extended out beside him. His hand clasped around your shoulder and tugged you into his side. You got comfortable over the span of a few minutes, at first slightly stiff. When you were in position, your leg was tossed over his, your hands on his chest.

The movie ended and you began another before your breathing evened and your eyes couldn’t keep themselves open. Zach noticed and carefully shut off the lights and tv with the remote. He pulled the blanket at the end of the bed over you.

“Want me to take you home?” He whispered into your ear.

You hummed a disagreement back, curling further into him. “Is that okay?” You sleepily said.

Zach responded by kissing your forehead and mumbling a goodnight.

[swervavery]

“Hey” | Zach Herron

Pairing: Zach Herron x Reader

Summary: An alternate universe where everyone has a tattoo of the first thing their soulmate says to them.

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 890

A/N: Hi guys, this is my first Why Don’t We imagine. I am aware it kinda sucks, and I do take constructive criticism, so please hit me up with any tips or advice to help better my writing.

I’m walking down the street behind my friend Maya. She’s been ranting about her soulmate tattoo for the past three blocks when I spot a tiny coffee shop, ushering her inside in the hopes of a conversation changer. “I mean, I don’t even like frappes!” Maya exclaims while slightly lifting her shirt to reveal the tiny black words engraved on her skin. I give her a small smile as my eyes are drawn to the sentence her soulmate first said to her. She giggles at the memory of first meeting Christopher, and his sudden outburst; Please dear God, do not order a Frappuccino. It is kind of funny, but after hearing the story for the twenty-seventh time, I can no longer force a realistic laugh.

Lately, I have felt myself begin to give up hope of finding my own soulmate. For all I know we may already have met without either of us knowing it. There are too many first encounters that start with a “Hey”.

For a while I tried to respond to every “Hey” with something unusual, but that never ended pleasantly. I did not find my soulmate, and I did not make a lot of new friends. I still attempt it once in a while, because if I respond with another “Hey”, how are we supposed to know that we are soulmates? For instance, when Maya and I get to the counter, the barista is a guy at around our age. He looks up at us and says nothing more and nothing less than that one little word that has been haunting me since my birth, “Hey”. Before my brain can think of a normal, yet uncommon response, my mouth decides to go with whatever my brain has lying around. “Marvel: Endgame was a straight up masterpiece.”

The barista looks at me strangely for a second, then turns towards Maya and asks, “What can I get for you?” I feel my cheeks heating up and look down at the floor, staying quiet while Maya orders coffees for us. We walk off to the side of the counter, and while we wait for our drinks, I start to feel my whole face heat up, but this time out of anger. Why couldn’t my soulmate say something I can recognize?I think to myself. It could be literally anything, just something less common than “Hey”.

Once we get our drinks, we leave the coffee shop and keep walking down the street. I worry Maya may keep going with her rant about her perfect soulmate, when she suddenly exclaims, “Look it’s Jack!” She drags me over to two guys standing by the corner of a store and hugs them both before introducing us. “Y/N, you remember Jack”, she says it like a statement, not a question, yet I nod my head in confirmation. “And this is Zach”, Maya gestures to the other, slightly taller, yet younger looking boy. “Hey” he smiles at me, and I feel a sudden burst of anger push through my body. I have been holding it in all day, and that one little word said to me for the trillionth time, finally pushes me over the edge. “Well fuck the universe!” I yell out before I can comprehend what I’m doing. Both Zach’s and Jack’s faces drop, and Maya looks about as shocked as I feel. My face grows hot once again, and I lower my gaze to the ground, mentally scolding myself for being an idiot. I take a breath and look back up, meeting Zach’s brown eyes. He’s looking at me strangely, it feels like he is searching my face for something. Probably signs of some mental illness. “Sorry, I’m just having a really bad day”, I mutter before turning around and walking away, silently wishing the earth would open up and swallow me.

“Y/N wait up!” a voice call after me, but I don’t stop. A couple of seconds later I feel someone grabbing hold of my hand. A rush of electricity runs up my arm, and I turn around, finding myself standing face to face with Zach. I look questioningly at him, not understanding what he could possibly want from me after my abrupt hysteria. “Umm, I just” he begins, stumbling over his words. “I think… It kinda…” I just stare at him, unsure of what he’s trying to say or what to do. He takes a deep breath before saying, “just look”. He slowly pulls down his T-shirt to reveal a small tattoo below his collarbone. Right there, in thin black cursive, it is writtenWell fuck the universe. I let out a small gasp, and frozen in place, I stare at the words I just uttered minutes earlier. “Wha-what does yours say?” he looks at me nervously, letting go of his shirt as well as my hand. I hadn’t realized he was still holding it, yet my first instinct is to reach over and grab his again. I pull my sweater down to reveal the soulmate tattoo on the back of my shoulder, a tiny written Hey. “Wow”, he chuckles, his demeanor becoming relaxed as he smiles at me, making my whole body feel warm and tingly. “I really didn’t make it easy for you, did I?” I shake my head, laughing slightly. “You owe me so many embarrassing first encounters.”

[alwaysmarais98]

First Night Together | Zach Herron

A/N: Okay this is some cute Zach one shot for all of you out there!! I got this idea that morning and I just had to write it directly. I hope you all enjoy and please make sure to leave me some feedback and share if you liked it! And now let’s go 

Warnings: None! This is PURE FLUFF

Zach smiles up from the bed as he sees you walking out of the bathroom wearing shorts and some t shirt, “You look gorgeous babe” “Zach I’m wearing pjs.” “Doesn’t matter you always do and now come here cuddling.”

You make your way over to his bed sitting down on the soft mattress, “Is it okay when I sleep on the left side? I always do, in every bed”, you say and lean your back against the headboard.

Zach nods his head as he lifts himself up more wrapping one arm your shoulders, “Of course whatever side you prefer love. I’m just so happy you are here tonight. I wouldn’t have let you sleep next to the door, I mean just in case someone wants to murder us, you have the higher chance of surviving”, he nods all serious but you can’t help but laugh at his silliness, “sure thing yeah. But I knew you would protect me.”

He grabs the remote and turns on the movie you two decided to watch before going to sleep. It is some part of the Avengers you haven’t seen yet, not your favourite movie series but all you want to do is snuggling with your boyfriend. You grab the sheets placing them over both of your legs before you tangle yours with his making him grin at you.

It was the first night Zach and you ever spend together and you have to admit you are a bit nervous. You are dating for a few weeks now but staying at his place is really something else again. Do you sleep the same as him?  Is it okay for you when he holds you the entire night or does he even want you so close while he is asleep? Questions over questions go through your mind the entire day already, also about all the horrible scenarios that could happen.

You getting your period and staining his sheets, impossible though as you had it just a week ago but still. Then he could push you off the bed or you could take too much space. And what if he wants to kiss you in the morning but you got a bad breath?

“Are you alright?”, Zach asks his head turning over to study your side profile. He feels you aren’t as relaxed as usual. He places his hand on your thigh stroking gently over it, “I won’t pressure you to do anything tonight baby. We won’t do things that make you uncomfortable, I also won’t touch you in any inappropriate ways you don’t want me to okay. We will just cuddle.”

You slowly nod your head, “No, no Zach I trust you with all that. It’s just I’m a bit anxious. It’s our first night together and I don’t wanna mess up”, you mumble playing with one of the bracelets on his wrist.

He chuckles some lifting your chin with his index finger so you look into his eyes, “Y/N… you worry always way too much you know”, he says with the softest voice, “You can’t do anything wrong like you just sleep and we will snuggle that’s all I want and I hope you do too. I’m the happiest when you are around and having you in my arms the entire night just makes it all a hundred times better.”

A wide smile spreads across your face as his words make your heart flutter. There hasn’t been a guy before that treats you with so much care like Zach does, “You are the best”, you whisper and press your lips to his full ones.

“I’m pretty great yeah”, he smirks, one hand cradling the back of your head as he kisses you back, “But nothing compared to you.”

You can’t help but laugh at his comment but a small whimper leaves your lips as he squeezes your upper thigh, fingers stroking along your skin. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. Your skin is way too soft.”

After the movie is over you both walk into the bathroom to brush your teeth. Zach standing next to you making you laugh constantly as he makes funny faces at you through the mirror, “Stop or I will choke myself with toothpaste”, you smirk and bump your hip against his almost making him stumble over. He spits out and grins at you, “You will get this back babe.”

Zach leans against the sink watching you curiously as you put some moisturizer on your face, “And you do this because of?”

“So my skin is soft and not so dry. You should give it a shot as well”, you put some on your finger and tap it onto his nose leaving a white spot, “Perfect”

He laughs and spreads it over to his cheeks, “Feels nice and now I smell like some sexy coconut.”

“Sexy? Really?”, you roll your eyes and put your hair up in a bun as always when you go to bed. “Exactly, you got it. You can’t deny that fact though”, he comes up behind you squeezing your butt playfully just to hear your adorable giggle again.

Back in his bedroom you both crawl under the sheets. As you are settled in he turns off the lights only the moon just shining a little through the blinds. He lays on his back while you rest on your side, your head is placed on his chest and his arms are both wrapped around you.

“Are you comfortable enough?”, he whispers earning a nod from you, “Yeah and thank you for letting me stay here tonight”, you place a kiss on his skin as he is shirtless.

“Always baby. Sweet dreams and if you need anything just wake me”, he presses a kiss on your forehead while you close your eyes falling asleep faster than ever in his arms.

This definitely isn’t the last night you will spend at his place.

[blueeyedbesson]

Hooked ~Why Don’t We~

summary: sometimes, a second chance and a fresh start are all you need

word count: 1k

pairings: zach herron x reader, jonah marais x reader, corbyn besson x reader, jack avery x reader, daniel seavey x reader (all potential pairings)

warnings: a few bad words. i could’ve sworn the story of what happened at her last school was in there but it must’ve been in the plans for this because i remember it so vividly

a/n: okay this was part 1 of an undetermined amount of parts (probably would have been 3-5 parts long) and it might have had some alternate endings. but sadly, this will be the only part

posted on: july 11 2018

masterlist

you got a bad reputation in my neighborhood

You thought that being new to town would mean a clean slate.

You wanted desperately to go back to your old town. But you knew you would not be accepted back there and it was for the better. Maybe you could start a new life here in Los Angeles.

That is until you met your neighbor. At first, she seemed sweet but when you told her why you had to leave your old school, she started acting rude.

After she and her father left, you helped your parents unpack what hadn't been unpacked yet.

The next day at school, as you walked down the hall, you felt everyone staring at you. You spotted your neighbor standing and laughing with her friends. All of a sudden, everything started hurting. You gripped your backpack straps tightly & ended up outside.

"Don't listen to what they're saying in there. We all make mistakes & what happened to you wasn't entirely under your control." someone said politely as you noticed a pair of black converse approaching. You looked up at the friendly stranger, only to be met with a curly haired boy.

"You heard too?" you sighed and he nodded sadly. "All I wanted was a clean slate. I never should've said anything to Alyssa."

"She's a bitch. She would've found out eventually & you'd probably be in this exact position about 5 months from now. So, in a way, it's better that everybody knows now."

"I guess. But now I wish, more than anything, that I could go back and change the past."

"Would you really?"

"Yes. I want to not have this guilt and embarrassment hanging over me. Maybe I'd have a better life."

"Yeah, but you never would've met me & that would suck because I'm awesome." the boy spoke so easily to you.

"Who are you exactly?"

"Oh, right. I'm Jack. Jack Avery."

"I'd introduce myself but I'm sure you know who I am already." you shrugged.

"Actually, I don't. I know your story but I have yet to hear your name."

"Oh. Well, I'm y/n."

"Nice to meet you." he smiled and helped you up. "My friends and I are in a small band. Maybe you could stop by sometime to watch us rehearse."

"Thanks, Jack."

"We usually rehearse in the music room after school on Tuesdays, Wednesdays & Fridays. Other than that, we usually rehearse in Jonah's garage. Here's my number, just in case you can't find us." he smiled and wrote his number on your arm.

"Sounds fun." you offered him a small smile.

"So I guess I'll see you later?" he smiled as you walked inside.

"Of course." you smiled at him before you both parted ways.

Later that day, you decided to take Jack up on his offer & check out his band rehearsal. You made your way to the music room and looked through the window on the door. Jack was sitting on a chair, tapping away on his phone.

"Do you need something?" Someone asked from behind you. You turned around to see a few taller boys with dark hair.

"I'm here for Jack. He told me to stop by sometime to watch him rehearse with his band."

"Oh. Right. He mentioned you in Math class." the only blonde kid responded.

"He talked about me?"

"Yeah. He said you were a sweet, misunderstood girl who has a bad reputation because of what happened at your last school."

"Did he say anything to you about it?"

"No. But I heard it from Alyssa." the tallest boy sighed. "She told me this morning and I told her that she should mind her own business."

"So she dumped his ass."

"Shut up, Zach." the blonde kid laughed.

"Alyssa never mentioned a boyfriend."

"They weren't really together though. Just a hook up deal." the kid I now knew as Zach laughed.

“Okay guys, enough with my love life. At least I can get a girlfriend.” the taller boy shook his head and walked into the band room. We all followed and when Jack Jack saw me, he stood up.

“You made it.” he smiled. “And I see you’ve met my friends.”

“Yeah. They’re....odd.” I said, making the others gasp. “But I like them. They’re funny.”

“Okay good. I was a little worried my new friend wouldn’t like my old friends.”

“What you do if I didn’t like them?”

“Drop them.” he replied without hesitation, before cracking up at the looks on his friends faces. “I’m kidding. I’d try my best to get you guys to like each other.”

“It’s a good thing we do the, right y/n?” Jonah smirked while sending me a wink from behind Jack. 

“Yes. Absolutely.” I nodded. 

“Jack, did Jonah tell you that Alyssa dumped his ass this morning?” Zach piped in.

“No. But tell me how it happened.” Jack questioned while putting his fist under his jaw and leaning against the piano in the back of the room.

“Cut that out. It’s creepy.” Jonah replied while looking at his friend in an odd way.

“Tell me why.” he smirked again, patiently awaiting his friends answer. When it didn’t come, I noticed a smirk on Zach’s face.

“She dumped him because she was telling him about what y/n did. Then he told her to mind her own business. So she dumped him & I heard she’s got a new guy.”

“Wow.” Jack looked over at Jonah, who was setting up the microphones. “I never liked her anyway. She was kind of a whore anyway.”

“Well, you WERE the first one to sleep with her anyway.” Jonah stated.

“Ew. Don’t remind me.” Jack shuddered and grabbed his guitar. 

“You know you liiiiiiiiiked it.” Zach teased, the other 3 boys joining him while mocking Jack.”

“I can tell I’m going to absolutely love hanging with you guys.” I smiled and sat back as the boys argued.

[21burritoseavey]

baby-proofing everything not because they have a child or are planning for one but because one character is clumsy as hell and the other is a worried mess alllll the time because of it with corbyn

a/n: thank you for sending this in anon! i don't know if it's just because i haven't posted in ages but i really like this one, and i hope you do too<3

Baby-proofing the house (c.b.)

“This really isn't necessary, Corbyn.” You say matter-of-factly, your mug paused in the air below your lips as you watch him bring a filled bag to the counter. 

He glances up from the ‘unnecessary’ bag of items at your comment, absent of his usual sweet nickname, glowering. “Are you sure about that, Y/n?” His eyes dip to the fresh, worsening mark on your elbow - evidence of your clumsiness - and merely waits for your sigh of reluctant agreement before returning to unloading the items. 

“I’m not a baby.” You pout ironically, furrowed brows deepening wordlessly as you take another irritated gulp of your tea from across the counter. “I don’t need those...” you pause, unable to retrieve the name, settling on “thingies” as you wave a hand vaguely in the direction of the kitchen where he stands, edges and corners of cabinets being donned with foam protectors. 

“I just don’t want you getting hurt.” He meets your eye over his shoulder, half smiling, half biting back the chuckle trying to escape his lips. “You know I care about you.” Unfairly, the sweetness of his honest words sends a scorching sensation trailing along your cheeks. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Your gaze drops to your mug on the table, eyes inspecting the cluster of tea leaves floating on the surface, the heat upon your face lingering long after he turns away. 

It’s only a few minutes until Corbyn lurches back, standing before the newly embellished kitchen as if admiring the ‘Y/n proofed’ room. He feels your eyes on him, the hint of disapproval in your “is that it? I don’t want people thinking we have a baby when they’re over.”  

He turns, laughing lightly. “For now.” He scrunches the packaging in his hands before tossing it in the bin. “I’ll see if we need anything else around the house.” Behind the facade of annoyance, you can’t hide the small jump your heart makes as Corbyn swings around the counter to meet you, thumbs coming up to both sides of you face, softly caressing your skin, before he rests his smile on your frown, giving you a kiss. 

“Well, we won’t.” You pull back, your gentle smile straightening with seriousness. As you get up from your seat, your forearm hits against the cold hard edge of the counter.

“Ow!” As soon as the sound tumbles from your lips, the realisation sinks in, but you don’t bother to meet his eyes, and just turn to the bedroom without a second look, ignoring the string of his laughter in your wake. 

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the lotus inn (d.s)

pairing: daniel seavey x gn!reader summary: sneaking out with your best friend on the sunday night two days before your exam might have actually been the break you needed, but you would've never realised how special that night would've ended up becoming. inspired by: 'hotel' by claire rosinkranz and 'lotus inn' by why don't we. word count: 1.7k trigger warnings: trespassing on private property, sneaking out, exam stress, reckless behaviour in general. some swearing too i think a/n: i stumbled upon the beginnings of this while cleaning out my drafts and i really wanted to finish it so.... also i haven't written something in ages so pleasee go easy on me! (i also apologise for how short this is)

This was not how you wanted to spend your weekend. The dim, barely plausible light emitting from your lamp desk was the only source of illumination throughout the whole house and was barely enough to unjumble the mess of words printed on your textbook pages. Running another hand through your hair, you let out a frustrated groan. Nothing was sticking in your mind and the constant ping and glow of your phone screen wasn't benefiting you in the slightest.

With a heavy sigh, you finally gave in, reaching for your phone to check the onslaught of incoming messages that had been distracting you all night. You found yourself staring at more than enough texts from all your friends, each one questioning your whereabouts.

You swiped right on the top notification on your phone, opening a thread of messages from your best friend, Daniel. All while choosing to ignore the little flutter your heart gave you.

11:02 pm Hey, are we still meeting at my place or do you want me to drive you? Are you still coming? ??? Hello?

“Shit,” you mumble to yourself. It was a Sunday night and you had promised him and a few other friends the week before that you'd go out with them again, only problem was that you weren't exactly allowed to. With the massive exam that was coming up in just two days, your parents had forced you to take time away from your reckless activities and focus on getting a passing grade. Which of course, you knew was the right thing to do and so far you had been sticking to the newly enforced rule pretty well; but now, at almost 10 minutes to midnight with your sanity tipping over the edge, you were almost craving to feel any ounce of fun or adrenaline that you had been so deprived of. So, without letting yourself think twice about it, you typed in a quick “meet me at my place” before hitting send and pressing your phone to the wooden desk softly to avoid making any loud noise.

Gnawing lightly on your lip, you stared at the black screen expectantly and when it lit up with it’s bright white glow you snatched it up without haste and swiped open the message, “be there in 10 :))”

Your belly did somersaults, both from the rush of adrenaline you got from sneaking out and from meeting up with Daniel. 

As you carefully moved around your bedroom, pulling on a jacket and a pair of shoes, your mind couldn’t help but wander back to the thought of him. Although you’d never admit it to anyone that asked, you found yourself falling for the blonde. The way he smiled, the way he talked, the way he laughed, everything had you falling - helplessly, hopelessly.

Stuffing your phone in your denim pocket, you slid your bedroom window up, the cold gust of night air engulfing you, as if welcoming you back to this familiar practice. You swung your feet out the window, your old converse hitting the roof of the bottom floor of your house. The slanting roof made for a difficult surface to steady yourself on, but you had done this enough times before that you quickly regained your sloppy balance. You lowered your body closer to the cold roof tiles, before sliding down it, carefully maneuvering yourself until your feet landed in the garden beds. 

Letting out a sigh of relief you walk towards the footpath, the smile consuming yourself at the successful escape only grew at the sight of Daniel’s car slowing as it neared the corner of your street. The two of you had planned enough of the Sunday night sneak-outs that he knew well enough that driving right to the front of your house was a bad idea.

Your walk turned into a jog that broke into a run as you approached his car, butterflies swarming your chest as you opened the passenger door and relaxed into the familiar seats. 

“Shit, that looked like you were escaping from a prison,” Daniel joked, an amused smile playing on his lips and you had to remind yourself not to stare.

“Sure felt like it,” you answer, letting out a pleased exhale, both excited and relieved to finally get away from all the stress and worries that have been clouding your mind.

“Ready to get outta here?”

“Never could be more.”

As you watch your little house on the end of the cul-de-sac disappear from view you feel a sense of almost relief.

Guess old habits die hard.

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The car ride is a far from silent drive, the two of you playing your favourite songs as loud as possible, windows rolled down as you drove down the  highway. The moon glistening over the crashing waves made for ethereal scenery to this forever memory.

His fingers drum to the beat of the music on the steering wheel, you nodding your head as your eyes trace the outlines of the waves. Swiveling your neck so you're facing him you ask, “you still haven't told me where we’re going.”

Daniel smirks, eyes still on the road as he exits off the highway. “It’s a secret.”

You exhale loudly in dismay, “come on Dani, please.”

“We’re almost there, goof,” he chuckles as he turns the car down another street, “just be patient.”

You grin at the nickname - the one he only has for you - trying your best to hide it as you roll your eyes at him.

It takes less than 20 minutes before Daniel slows the car to a stop. You look out the window, surveying your dodgy surroundings. There’s not much besides an iron gate and some European-style stone walls. The rest of the vicinity was tree and bush besides the road in front of you that carried on for a little ways more.

Daniel lets himself out of the car, before walking around to your side and opening your door for you.

“Daniel, are you kidnapping me,” you joke as you step out of the vehicle, analysing the iron gate closer, the red sign on it reads ‘Staff Access Only’ in bright white letters.

He laughs again, and your heart does a stupid little jump at the sound. “No, actually,” He says, passing you a torch, “now be quiet and follow me.”

Flicking your torch on, you follow the blonde as he jumps the fence, before navigating what seems to be the backyard of a small hotel house. The house itself reminds you of a beach house, and the backyard has a small pool and garden area.

Finding random old hotels to sneak into actually wasn’t out of the ordinary for your small group of friends, it might’ve been a reckless and dangerous activity but it’s not like you have ever been caught. Anyways, what’s life without a little adrenaline?

As you approach the hotel-beach-house you can hear the muted laughter of your friends and the faint sound of music. The light pouring out of the tall glass windows shines and shimmers over the pool's surface. Daniel takes your hand softly in his, your fingers weaving together before he pulls you into the house behind him. The two of you navigate the small crowd of your friends together, saying the occasional hi and hello to familiar faces. 

The both of you find yourself in the middle of the room, Daniel swaying you playfully to the music as he takes both your hands, and before you’re aware of it, half the night has escaped you. The both of you are dancing and singing to whatever songs your friends are playing over their small bluetooth speakers for what feels like hours. Your feet ache and you're drunk on the night air. You’re laughing and smiling like an idiot, all caught up in the feeling of him, his presence, the way he makes it feel like only the both of you exist in this moment.

You can’t help but get lost in the little details of him. His blonde hair all messy from the dancing, the way the lights shine off the surface of his face, his stupidly cute smile as he sang along to the lyrics of the song, and you loved the way he looked like that. It’s a smile that reminds you how much you feel for him, how deep your love runs. 

And you hate that he doesn’t know, and you hate that he won’t know because you’re too scared of the outcome not being what you expect. For him to say no or step out of your life completely.

But then he grabs your hand, pulling you in and twirling you around, he’s saying stuff, his mouth running excitedly but none of it processes in your mind. You’re too caught up with the drumming of your heart, the feeling clouding all your senses, ears too loud, mind too foggy. But then he looks at you with that smile, the one that lights up the room and puts sparkles in his eyes, it’s so wide that he’s squinting and he’s looking at you. 

Not anyone else, it’s you that brings out that smile.

You feel light at the realisation, like you're floating on a cloud. You’re not sure if it’s the fact that tonight feels so dreamy and magical, but you don’t want to waste the moment. You don’t want to hate yourself for the rest of your life because you didn’t take the chance to kiss Daniel Seavey.

So you wish your secrets farewell.

You reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to your level before pressing your lips to his. The millisecond of fear and regret is immediately overcome by warmth when he grabs your waist, easing into the kiss as he pulls you impossibly closer.

It feels electric, which you find cliche and stupid but it does. Like every fibre of your being is on fire, like fireworks are exploding over your skin. You hope to God that he feels this way too.

When he pulls away, he’s smiling, grinning so wide it’s contagious. He’s easily the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

“I’ve wanted to do that since forever,” he confesses. His hand is still on your waist.

You’re absolutely lost for words. Still running high on the ecstasy from the kiss and now his confession makes your knees buckle and mind fog over.

But he doesn’t seem to mind. He reels you in, kissing you again, it’s soft and sweet and you're drunk on the taste of him. You feel his smile against your lips, in turn making you do the same. You don't ever want this night to end. It feels good, it feels right. It feels like home.

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One Last Time | J.M.

a/n: hi im back with a new fic even tho it kinda sucks (???) because my skills are rusty but y’all better still love me <3

summary: after countless painful heartbreaks, jonah swore to never love again but for you, he might give it one last try.

warnings: angst with fluff in the end hehe

word count: 2250

Jonah was perfectly fine with living alone in LA. His career took flight after his last breakup and he was free to live his life as wildly as he desired without having silly romantic relationships tying him down. He moved out from his old house and chose to settle in a cozy little apartment with his pet cat for a new start; he went to every single party he was invited to and usually ended up kissing way too many girls, getting way too drunk or waking up the next day with way too many gaps in his memory of the previous night; he got to put all his focus into making more music now that he had no girlfriend to put as his number one priority. Life was never better for the 23-year-old singer and he had never been happier. He was thriving on his own and he definitely didn’t need to…

“Can’t sleep again?”

…head to the neighboring apartment—your apartment in the middle of the night just because he couldn’t sleep. He was strong enough to deal with the inner demons that kept him up at night by himself.

Yet there he was anyway, doing exactly that and falling into your arms the moment the door opened wide enough for him to pass through. You weren’t the least bit surprised with his actions though, since it wasn’t unusual for him to engulf you in his tight bear hugs at the most unexpected times. Or visit you, that is.

He was grateful that you never complained about them.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, his voice muffled with his head buried in the crook of your neck. He couldn’t stop himself from inhaling a lungful of your scent. It wasn’t until then he realised how much he missed you, although the last time he saw you was this morning when you were about to leave for work and him for Daniel’s house. Hours apart felt like eternity when you weren’t around. “You?”

“Lost track of time while working, nothing new,” you admitted, rubbing his back in familiar strokes that put him at ease.

“Who the fuck works on a weekend?”

“Your favourite girl is a workaholic, apparently,” you joked and a smile involuntarily spread over his face and against your skin.

“Are you sure you’re my favourite girl?”

“I better be, or I’m kicking you out of my home right now,” you tried to make your threat sound less serious by adding a light laugh but Jonah knew you weren’t joking this time. You meant everything you just said (you never gave blank threats) so to some people you might be come across as intimidating, perhaps, but to Jonah, well…have you seen how small you were compared to him? He doubted you could do anything to make him leave your home if he didn’t want to. But you wouldn’t have to do anything because…

“Yep, you’re definitely my favorite,” he chuckled and felt how your body tensed when goosebumps started to form on the side of your neck where his hot exhales caressed.

Right. “Just friends“ equals personal space unless you say otherwise. He reluctantly removed his head from its previous comfortable resting spot on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry. I was too close—“

You shook your head. “It’s fine,” your hands found their way onto his face, cradling it between them gently, the simple gesture knocking his breath and all his problems out of him. God, he loved the way you touched him. “I like it when you’re close to me. It’s just that…”

“I know,” he said when you trailed off, unable to say your thoughts out loud. He understood what you meant. It’s just that it hurts when he does all these things to pull you closer, further blurring the line between friends and lovers, only to let you down again and again in the end. He resisted the urge to apologize once more, knowing that you’d merely brush him off with another ‘it’s fine’ if he did. You put up with his bullshit too much. He wondered why you hadn’t blocked him out of your life after all the emotional distress he had bestowed you. Yet.

A beat of silence passed with him watching you as you studied his face. He knew what you’d see. Tired eyes, unshaven beard and disheveled hair. In short, a mess. He hadn’t bothered to make himself look presentable lately. He wanted to but he couldn’t find the energy to. To be honest, he had been too emotionally and physically drained to do anything lately.

He knew you’d notice and a selfish part of him desperately wanted you to fuss over him. He was an asshole, really, for wanting and taking everything from you but not giving you anything back in return. The thing was, you didn’t want just anything. You wanted his love and he didn’t think he was in the right state to give you that. You deserved the special kind of love that would last for a lifetime, not a pathetic one coming from a broken heart that was still in the process of healing like his.

Guilt ate him away bit by bit, especially as you did exactly what he yearned for.

“When was the last time you slept well, Jonah?” you asked softly, thumb brushing over his cheekbone. All traces of playfulness were gone from your eyes and were replaced by concern, worry and everything else of the sorts.

“Can’t remember,” he admitted frankly, licking his lips and taking a gulp for extra courage before adding, “Been traveling a lot lately and sleeping in foreign hotels aren’t the same as…sleeping by your side.”

It was true. He didn’t know whether it’s the domesticity of preparing for bed together and the shared ‘goodnight’s before heading on a journey to dreamland, or maybe it’s the soothing feeling of your body pressed flush against his that made it easier for him to shut all the negative thoughts out, just for the night. Either way, he ended up growing addicted to holding you in his arms as he slept, which was why the nights without you had been torture for him.

A faint blush dusted your cheeks at his confession. You were oh so beautiful, he thought to himself. It scared him sometimes—how much he adored and wanted you even when he shouldn’t. “Glad you missed me.”

You sounded glad, relieved even. It was as if…you really thought you meant nothing to him.

“I always do, Y/N,” every second of the day until I’m back in your arms. He hated himself for not having the guts to say his true thoughts out loud.

You shook your head while smiling as if you found his reply incredulous. “You’re tired. C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”

“I meant every word I said, Y/N,” he insisted. “I didn’t say that because I was delirious.”

He received no answer but he noticed how your smile seemed forced after the words left his mouth.

At this point, you probably knew better than to let yourself believe in any of his sickeningly sweet but honest words. He didn’t blame you for that.

“Thanks, I’m flattered. Now, sleep time.”

He watched as you built your defenses up around you again. It was one of the most painful things he’d ever witnessed, that’s for sure.

“Alright.”

#

The bed dipped, followed by the rustling of the comforter, before a familiar warmth hit Jonah as you nestled against his chest. This wasn’t the first time you had done this, nor would it be the last time, but the effect your action had on Jonah would never cease.

Eruption of butterflies? Check.

Increase of heartbeat rate? Double check.

Suddenly having the overwhelming urge to make you his? Triple fucking check.

Habitually, he wrapped an arm around you, his hand casually resting on the curve of your waist. He could stay like this with you forever, he realised and he didn’t like it one bit.

The last thing you needed in your perfect life right now was a dumb, broken man for a boyfriend. One who only knew how to turn his life experiences into songs and getting led on by girls with bad intentions because he craved the feeling of loving someone and being loved in return, even if it’s fake.

But God, it was impossible for him to not fall harder for you each day when you were the one who lights up his world with your smile, the one who’ll drunkenly blabber about how big your crush on him is in the most adorable way after accidentally having too many drinks, the one who is always there to help him catch his breath whenever he feels like drowning and most importantly, the one who sees all his flaws but doesn’t love him any less because of them.

You don’t deserve her, a voice in his head said as he silently looked at you. Yet why were you here, resting in his embrace?

It must be another sick joke made by the universe to taunt him. To show him how close you were to him yet still so unreachable. Even if he did manage to reach you in the end, then what? All his past relationships either ended with him accidentally breaking his significant other’s heart or the other way round and he wasn’t going to risk it with you.

He didn’t want to lose you like how he did with them because…he wasn’t sure if he could ever recover from that loss.

Instead of continuing to lay on his side, he shifted his sleeping position so that his back was fully pressed against the mattress, with your head remaining on his chest.

Your bedroom was dead quiet save for the sounds of your breathing and the soft swish of the curtains that were slightly billowing in the chilly night breeze that entered through the opened sliding doors that led to the small balcony. You always slept with the curtains drawn because it let you get a clear view of the wide expanse of the night sky and if you’re lucky, you got to see stars that were littered across nature’s dark canvas. They were your only company during the lonely nights before he came along, you had once mentioned to him.

Now that he slept on the side of the bed that blocked your view of the outside world, the only thing in your line of vision was his chest, his neck, or if you tilt your head a little more upwards, his face.

Which was exactly where you’re looking at now.

“What’s on your mind?” Your voice was soft but it cut through the silence all the same, tearing his attention away from his racing thoughts.

“You,” he answered swiftly, offering you a weak smile that you didn’t reciprocate, causing his to eventually falter.

“For someone who said he wasn’t interested in a romantic relationship when I confessed my undying love for him, you sure think about me far too much,” you tisked and he couldn’t quite tell whether you meant your words in a teasing manner or were they pure sarcasm?

“That doesn’t mean I don’t feel anything for you, Y/N,” he was as torn as he sounded. One part of him yearned for you whereas the other wanted to push you away, to keep you safe. From his mess of a life and the pain it might inflict on you. “I just…don’t want to hurt you.”

“But you’re hurting me now by not letting me in, you know that?” You sighed. “Look, Jonah,” “I can’t wait forever for you to make up your mind.”

“Because it hurts like hell to be this close to you,” you reached up to run your thumb across his jaw, “but not being able to call you mine. And if the pain gets too unbearable one day, who’s to say I won’t leave?”

He hated that you were right.

So for a moment, he let himself picture what it would be like in a world where you belonged to him and vice versa; where he could have slow, lazy mornings in bed that consisted of intimate kisses, touches, and words that warmed hearts; where he’d be able to return to a home that wouldn’t be empty anymore due to your bubbly present; where he could keep you close in public with an arm securely looped around your waist or a hand holding yours without worrying that paparazzis would spread rumours that you were dating because it was true. You are his.

Life still wouldn’t be perfect, but at least it’d be complete with you in it and he’d definitely be happier than he was before.

That was when he realised he was a coward for spending too much time fearing what could go wrong, instead of thinking of all the beautiful things that could go right.

Sure, he had messed things up in the past and hurt the people around him in the process but his relationship with you was the present.

That should mean something right?

Maybe…just maybe…the only way to truly mend his shattered heart was by learning how to love again. By giving love one more chance. One last chance.

So with a shaky breath of nervousness, he admitted, “You’re right. I’ve kept you waiting for too long.”

“But not any longer.”

Then he closed the remaining distance between your lips.

And nothing had ever felt so right.

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GREY — djs

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𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒...!

— when daniel forgets his relationship more the he likes to admit, his girlfriend, alaska, is done being put on the back burner of his life. ultimately deciding on breaking up with him, will daniel realize his mistake? or will we be left with only feeling grey?

ONE.

alaska was young and inexperienced when it came to dating, but she knew one thing in her life.

this should've never been this hard.

she shouldn't have to feel like she was constantly fighting for any kind of attention. and if that made her sound clingy, well to bad. it still wasn't right.

daniel seavey. yes the daniel seavey, daniel seavey from why dont we. the love of alaska's life.

or at least that's what she initially thought.

the daniel that tried so hard to get confidence to ask alaska out, coming up with idea after idea with input from the guys to get you and him to confess feelings for one another. was now suddenly ignoring alaska, and she had no idea why.

she used to smiled when she saw his contact that read, 'dani baby💞' but now text after text she would send would be left on delivered with now response. she rolled her eyes and sighed as she changed his contact to, 'dani🥀' 

alaska knew daniel was living his dreams with his best friends, and had responsibilities. she knew that and most of all understood all the stress. especially after the nine month hiatus break that felt like it would never end, the hate, and all the chaos the world has come to. she knew that fans would want him to speak up about everything even if he already has. she knew limelight's needed him and the boys more then ever.

but alaska's tolerance was really being strained when he decided not to show up to dates without telling alaska, leaving her for hours on end just to receive a stupid half-assed from daniel.

and with every single texted unread, and calls unanswered, to time after time fighting for daniel's attention at home, alaska felt her heart break more and more, with pain and annoyance.

especially in this very moment, laying on their shared bed for about five hours, her phone held loosely to her ear as she tucked a strand of her brown hair behind her ear, she listened to his voice mail for what felt like the millionth time that night. alaska felt her heart break more.

alaska didn't left a voicemail to him, he never checked them anyways. well, he didn't check hers. with a small sniffle alaska rubbed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, she hung up. she fought back the tears in her eyes, 'why should i be crying over someone who's basically forgotten about me?' alaska mumbled as she cleaned up the fort she made in their room, taking down the pillows that were comfy. taking down the fort daniel used to love.

it shouldn't be this hard.

a/n !! this is my first ever series i’ve written! i hope you guys like it!

[corbs-seavy]

“i love you”

a jonah maris fic: thanks @randomlimelightxxx

warnings:fluffy overload and like 1 

you and jonah had been together for 4 years and today is the day you guys got engaged. it was late and you and jonah were slow dancing under sparking fairy lights,it was the prettiest scene you’d ever seen everybody else was back at the wedding having fun drinking,talking and other things. while you and jonah were slow dancing under the lights he started to speak “y/n” he said softly. “yes my love” you said “can i say something”. “ya what's on your mind honey”you say softly. “you know that i love you right and that you mean everything to me” he says as he lifts up your chin so you can meet eye to eye, “yes you have mentioned it a couple times” you chuckled, he says “no seriously y/n you mean the world to me your funny,sweet,adorable,amazing and sometimes awkward but i like that about you, i would rob all the stars just to make you smile,i know i can be a dick but your still there for me. marrying you was one of the best things that's ever happened to me y/n you are beautiful in so many ways, i love you so much y/n.  when he stopped talking tears started to swell in your eyes you were amazed by those words coming out of his mouth.  “jonah i love you too” your voice cracked a little. he says “i'm sorry baby i didn't mean to make you cry” “trust me baby these are happy tears” you chuckle. you both kissed each other under the magical lights above when you both pulled away you put your head on his shoulder and you danced the night away.

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Why Don’t We: Masterlist

Daniel Seavey

Like Real People Do: You and Daniel are just friends. But, late nights are made for confessions.

Ruin My Life: You hate him with a burning passion- and that was dangerous to be played with.

Corbyn Besson

Love Song: You made things weird by admitting your feelings, but then he wrote a song.

Zach Herron

Slow Down: New relationships are tricky- but he was trying his best.

Jonah Marais

Say it Back: Your take on a TikTok trend.

Main Masterlist

[swervavery]

Zach Herron Soulmate!AU

I feel myself begin to give up hope of finding my soulmate. For all I know, we may already have met without either of us knowing it. There are too many first encounters that start with a “Hey”.

[smolboiseavey]

“Hey, that’s my song!” // Daniel x Reader

word count: 1k

warnings: cheesy, kind of gross, wrote it in literally like 45 minutes, also inspired by tiktok

soulmate au where you can hear what your soulmate is listening to and vice versa. really fluffy and there's like no plot at all lol

hello I'm back from the dead

call me Taylor swift (Bri added this in)

Okay so 

Basically this doesn't make any sense logically but its a tiktok thing and i wanted to write about it

So

Here we go

One day, you’re just chillin

And all of a sudden, you hear quiet music in the back of your mind 

Like it wasn’t playing out loud like you originally thought, but rather playing inside your head

Confused, you turn to the internet for answers

A quick google search later, you find out its a type of soulmate link

The link allows you to hear what song they’re listening to

And whoever they were, definitely had good taste

It didn’t sound familiar, but it slapped

You couldn’t hear it well, but you did pick up a few lyrics

So you wrote them down immediately, determined to find said song

Because it slapped 

THAT hard

Like she was a banger

Bopping

You were jamming along, when it suddenly stopped

With a shrug, you decide to go along with the rest of your day

The song, beyond any doubt, has stuck in your head since then

Meanwhile over at Daniel’s…

He was working on a song in the studio, but what's new

Absolutely nothing

Nada

N e way

Humming along to the beat he was creating, you could say he was really in his divine state

Slowly but surely, he heard a melody in his noggin

A familiar tune filled his earsIt was a song by lauv, who happened to be his friend

He didn’t really remember the name of the song, but he was definitely familiar with it

“Good choice, soulmate.” he mumbled to himself

“What was that?” Jonah asked, “Did you say something?”

“Yeah,” he replied, “my soulmate is listening to a song right now.” 

“Oh cool, i didn’t know you had that link but it's very fitting for a very musical mans like you.”

“Yeah man.” Daniel says with a small smile, “she has nice flavor.” 

Okay back to you

A week has gone by, and youre on your way to a cafe

Fast, right? Well I'm lazy

We zoomin

Also pretend we aren't in a pandemic and they can actually go outside and go to cafes and interact with people without dying

After hearing the song, you tried looking it up

But to no prevail, you came out empty handed

Maybe the song wasn’t out yet?

Was your soulmate a musician???T

hat would be pretty sweet, if you ask me

Anyway

You know what’s super funny? 

Daniel is also there

Crazy!!! Its totally not like i’m writing this to make it work

You walk up to the cashier 

Humming the tune you originally heard

Because she do be stuck

Get some goo be gone

Because she's sticky

Daniel happens to be right in front of you, but since you happen to have no clue who they are for some reason

you don’t notice theres a lowkey famous person right under your nose

As you’re humming away, attention on the menu in front of you

Daniel NOTICES

He notices something…

Sus

He hears a melody, which sounds new but also very familiar

When suddenly it hits him

Its his song!!!! 

But the one that isn’t out yet

How would they know??? What is this?? What am I???? 

He turns

!!!!!

And he’s faced with you

You, who by now has spaced out, does not notice

Come on man, why 

I guess thats on me tho

He taps your shoulder

“Hey.” he says

“Hi.” you reply, “Can i help you?”

“Yeah, actually. What is that you’re humming?”

You look down at your feet with a sheepish smile. 

“I actually dont know.”

He gives you a weird look, but shrugs.“It’s a good melody, I like it.”

“Same here! I think my soulmate played it, thats the only reason why i know. Do you happen to know the song???”

He grins at you

And breaks out into a laugh

Haha

“Actually, that's my song you’re humming! Its not out yet tho.”

And then you go :000000

“No way! That’s crazy man.”

“Yeah,” he says, “i have no idea how you know it. Maybe your soulmate is like one of my producers or something.” 

“Yeah...crazy.” 

You frown a little to yourself

The man before was pretty good looking

A swell looking fellow if you do say so yourself

You definitely would not mind if HE was your soulmate

he probably isn't tho, he’s way too hot

“I can take who’s next!” the barista at the cashier yells.

“Oop, i guess that’s me.” mystery man says, before turning away.

After that you get your drink and sit down, and realize mystery mans is sitting across the room

Putting your headphones in, you decide to get to work and stop thinking about the boy

Humming along with the song playing, you type away at your assignment or whatever you’re working on

That's up to you, its your work not mine

Daniel, sitting there also happens to think the same thing as you

What if YOU were his soulmate? That would explain why you knew the melody to his song when it wasn't scheduled to come out for another like month

All of a sudden, a song cuts into his thoughts

He looks up at you, and sees that you are also listening to a song

And…

Happen to be humming along to the exact song he hears right now

Wow

Thats crazy

Totally didn’t see it coming

Right??? Sure

Immediately, he jumps up from his chair

I’m pretty sure it like fell and made a loud sound

But he’ll worry about that later

He BOLTS over to you

You, on the other hand, do not realize anything that’s going on because you have airpods in (or whatever headphone you use idk)

A song by your FAVORITE ALL TIME BAND who definitely is NOT why dont we…

Is blasting as you work away

So loud you don’t even realize daniel slide into the seat in front of you

When he gets there, he realizes it’s definitely you

Your music is so loud, he can hear it from where he’s sitting

He taps your laptop, and you pause your music, taking an earbud out

“WHy are you here? Can i help you?” you ask the stranger from before

“Hi, my name is daniel. Daniel seavey, to be exact. I think i’m your soulmate.”

That's it the end cliffhanger

And then kiss kiss fall in love 

Maybe 

[hongjonghosblog]

When he is jealous (Why don't we reaction)

Genre: Reaction

Word count: Unknown

Gifs are mine

Jonah:

~you had gone for a walk together and you suddenly saw a familiar figure from far away

~you tried to look at the person while being more focused on him and you noticed that he was your best friend from college

~you tried to catch his attention and, as a result, he saw you and he came near to you and Jonah

~you were talking with your old friend, while ignoring Jonah, and he became really mad at you

~after your friend left, Jonah started to ask you about your past and if you had a relationship or anything with this boy

~he only chilled out when you told him that you were just best friends

Corbyn:

~you were going to the hospital, where both you and your boyfriend, Corbyn, worked, and you stopped to a self-service cafeteria, where you order coffee for you and him

~the barman seemed to like you and you felt really nervous when you understood that

~Corbyn was outside the cafeteria, so you thought that he didn't notice

~suddenly, when it was time for you to pay, Corbyn came and stood in front of you. "Take these and have a nice day!", he said, while paying the man and bringing your coffees and you outside the store

~you were really surprised by his sudden actions, but you didn't say anything, as he did the same. You two went silently to the hospital

Daniel:

~you were at a party and you were drunk. You actually knew that Daniel was sitting with Jonah in front of the bar and you were dancing

~you had told Daniel to dance with you, but he said that he was really bored

~suddenly, you felt two hands holding you around your waist from behind and you thought it would be Daniel, so you continued dancing, without paying any attention

~not a long after that, you felt someone pulling you outside the party. It was Daniel...

~"What happened, Daniel?", you said and he started yelling at you

~"Sorry, baby... I was drunk... And I am still drunk... I didn't understand it wasn't you... Can you forgive me, please?", you said him in a very sweet way. He held your hand and he smiled, bringing you back to the party

Jack:

~it was Zach's birthday and you had gone with your boyfriend, Jack, to his best friend birthday party

~you had worn a dress, which was a little bit revealing, and Zach's reaction to this was a little bit nasty for Jack to hear

~"Man, if your girlfriend were my girlfriend, I wouldn't let her dress up like this! The other men can become very dangerous, because of her hotness!", Zach said in a nasty way.

~"She is not your girlfriend, though! And now... STOP LOOKING AT HER!!! OR I AM GOING TO MURDER YOU!!!", Jack said and Zach turned his face away from you

~Jack looked at you and gave you his brightest smile

~you did the same and you moved there to sit next to him

Zach:

~you were talking with your male best friend on the phone for one hour by now

~you started talking when Zach left home and now Zach was back. And you were still on the phone....

~he came close to you and without telling you a word, he took the phone on his hands and he turned off, leaving in on the kitchen's table

~"Zach, what happened? I can't understand why are you acting like that!", you shouted at him and he told you about him being jealous, because you were talking with your friend for such a long time

~you started apologising, but he stopped you by putting his hand in front of your mouth

~"I am the one who has to apologise! Sorry, my love! I know that he is your friend and there's nothing between you and him! I trust you! But, I get really angry and I sometimes lose myself! I won't do this again! I promise!", Zach said and he hugged you tightly

The end

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Bathtime || Why Don’t We

You don’t always take baths because it’s a waste of water, but on stressful days you run it with bubbles and enjoy your solitary time chilling in the bathtub. Sometimes your boyfriend would come in as well, but you can’t say that you’re upset about your disrupted solitary because you absolutely love his company.

Daniel Seavey 

“Hi baby,” Daniel said as he entered the bathroom and gave u a peck on the cheek. “How’s your day? Not very well?”

You nodded sadly, sinking lower into the tub of water. “Ugh i just need to relax so bad.”

Daniel smiled. “I know just the cure for you,” he said and left the bathroom.

You closed your eyes, but when you opened them you saw that Daniel brought your favorite chocolates.

You eyes lit up at your favorite brand of chocolate as Daniel unwrapped one and popped it in your mouth.

“Mmmmm,” you moaned in satisfaction as the chocolate melted on your tongue.

Daniel sat down on the tiles next to the bathtub and ate the chocolate as well.

“Feeling better?” Daniel asked.

You smiled. “God, how do you always know how to cheer me up...”

Daniel chuckled, then told you about his day. And as you listened to his voice, your worries slowly melted away from your mind.

Jack Avery 

“Aw baby, hard day?” Jack asked when he saw you in a bubble bath, your eyes closed as you relax. You fluttered your eyes open and gave your boyfriend a tired smile and nodded.

“In that caseee, how does some music and wine sound to you?” Jack proposed.

“Aw that would be perfect, babe,” you smiled.

Jack kissed your forehead and left the bathroom but came back with a guitar and two glasses of wine. He handed you one and sat on the toilet seat opposite from the bathtub.

He smiled at you as he ruffled his curls so they don’t block his vision. His fingers plucked the guitar strings as he sang in his heavenly voice,

I'm in too deep

Can't touch the bottom with my feet

Don't know what you did to me, I can't breathe but I'm living

I'm in too deep

Can't touch the bottom with my feet

Don't know what you did to me, I can't breathe but I'm living

Being so entralled in his voice, you didn’t even realize you were crying until you feel your cheeks get wet with your tears, but you were smiling just as hard.

“Jack...” you murmured when he finshed the note. “You’re gonna be the death of me. That was beautiful...”

Jack smiled, his eyes glittering like a million stars. That’s how you know how much he appreciates your praise. You took a sip of the wine.

“But not nearly as beautiful as you..” your boyfriend replied, winking, causing you to choke on the wine.

You coughed with your cheeks flushed, then laughed and sloshed some water at Jack.

Jonah Marais

“There you are,” Jonah said after he spotted you in the bathtub. “I’ve been looking for you, babe.”

You smiled, your worries instantly melting away when you saw your boyfriend.

“You know, I really need my babygirl to melt my stress away too,” Jonah sighed.

“Join me,” you invited.

“Really? Isn’t it your solitary time though?” Jonah asked skeptically. If you wanted alone time he was going to respect your wishes.

“Well, solitary time is still better with you,” you winked.

Jonah wasted no time after getting your approval. He slowly sank himself into the bubble bath and pulled your frame into his broad chest, kissing the crown of your head.

His big hands roamed your body and settled on massaging your shoulders. You sighed and melted into his hands.

“Better?” Jonah murmured.

“Much,” you replied, closing your eyes and smiling.

As he massaged a particularly tight spot on your back, you hissed and moaned, the feeling of your muscles loosening up being heavenly.

You can feel Jonah tense up behind you so you turned around and saw how red his cheeks are flushed.

“If you’re gonna keep on moaning, I’m going to have a boner that you need to take care of...” he mumbled in your ear.

You laughed as you blushed furiously and playfully shoved him back.

Zach Herron

“Hey babe,” Zach said as he entered the bathroom.

“Hey...” you mumbled, too tired even smile at your boyfriend.

“Aw babe, can I do anything for you?” Zach crouched down and smoothed out your hair.

“Mmmm dunno,” you said. “But stay here please.”

Zach chuckled and sat on the floor.

“Hey, wanna hear a joke about paper?” he asked.

“What?”

“Never mind, it’s tearable,” he said, laughing, causing you to smile back a bit.

“Wait, wait, I have another one,” he said as he composed himself. “How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?”

“Ummm, eight?” you guessed.

“No, it’s ten-tickles!” Zach said. You laughed at his lame puns.

“There’s the beautiful smile,” Zach continued, making you blush, your terrible day instantly becoming better because of Zach.

“You’re so lameee, Herron,” you half complained, hitting his chest.

Zach smirked. “I know, but you love me for it.”

Corbyn Besson

“Corbynnnn,” you called from the bathroom.

“Yeah?” he answered, his head popping in.

“Join me,” you smiled, pointing at the bubble bath you’re currently running.

“My pleasure baby,” he smirked, then basically jumped into the bath, causing a lot of water to slosh out. You shrieked as the water hit your skin.

You smiled and shook your head at how childish Corbyn is being, but you can’t deny that it tugs your heartstring more.

Gingerly, you stepped into the hot bath and sank your body in it.

“Ahhh,” you sighed, a lazy smile on your face. “So this is what luxury feels like.”

Corbyn smirked. “That tired huh?”

Corbyn waddled to your side and put his arm across your shoulder, having you lean into his chest. Then your boyfriend proceeded to scoop a handful of bubbles and dumped it on your head.

“Mmmm, what are you doing...” you mumbled.

“I’m making a crown for the best girlfriend in the world,” Corbyn replied.

You chuckled, your heart warm. “But it looks nothing like a crown,” you teased.

Corbyn faked a gasp. “Use some imagination!”

“All right, all right,” you said. “But a queen gotta put down her crown for a while,” you said as you transferred the bubbles on your head to Corbyn’s. “And give it to a King like you...”

“Wow, didn’t know you’re that smooth,” Corbyn replied smiling, his cheeks tinted pink.

~~~

Hey hope you liked this imagine :)