#zach herron

[fratbrochrisgf]

my roman empire is why don’t we going on “hiatus” right before the peak of their career. they were on their way. ellen, kimmel, mtv. the talent and potential that they had as a group will forever shock me. as much as i loved and still love 1d, i wasn’t a teen during their era, so i hold why don’t we so close to my heart, and the fact that they’re probably never getting back together is so sad. PLEASE SOMEONE TELL ME U REMEMBER THEM

[shirtlesscelebsofdaworld]

[mssmarais]

im so sad 😭

[shiftingwithmars]

WHY DON’T WE LOST THE LAWSUIT!!😭😭😭

[writingwithciara]

Fics

Corbyn Besson - crazy - biggest fan - the yellow sundress - break your heart [1][2] - can't keep fixing you - thoughtful - revelations - invitation

Daniel Seavey - baby blues - please [1][2][3] - accepted - diary disasters - heather

Jack Avery - the bike crash - just friends - speechless - forget it - heather

Jonah Marais - yellow - it's a texas thing 🔇 - coffee shop soulmate - glitter & crimson

Zach Herron - new girl - skateboard - birthday - shut up - mystery

Surprise - forever valentine

Fake Social Media AUs & Texts

All - pick up lines they use

moodboards

[vexieeeee]

Zach Herron - When it matters

Pairing: Zach Herron x Female Reader

Fandom: Why Don't We

Requested by: @1luvkarina

Request: zach x reader?? angst with a fluff ending 🙂‍↕️

Summary: Your relationship with Zach could be complicated at times but you loved him no matter what - even if he could be a total idiot sometime.

A/N: I guess I can write some stuff for your boyfriend bestie ❤️

3rd's POV

The room felt more cold than usual. It could be just another symptom of your cold but the weight pressing on your heart told you that it had something to do with your yet another argument with Zach.

You loved your boyfriend but he could be stubborn and sometimes his words hurt you more than he realizes. You shut your eyes trying to forget about the last argument when you heard keys jiggling and a sound of footsteps coming up - Zach was back home. He stopped in front of the door for a few seconds before knocking a few times despite it being also his bedroom.

"Baby are you in there?"

You stayed silent.

You heard a slow opening of door before he went inside. You had your back turned to him and you tried to pretend to be asleep. The space on the bed beside you dipped and soon you felt his touch on your forehead.

"I know your awake. Corbyn told me you seemed sick over the phone. You look awful"

You opened one eye to look up at him, his face was regretful and worried and it made your heart ache. You let out a bitter laugh.

"Thanks, just what every girl wants to hear Zach"

"That's not what I meant. I know that I fucked up but please let me take care of you tonight"

You were hesitant as the events of the previous night came to your mind but at the same time you couldn't deny the warmth you felt whenever he was near so you let him.

His hand caressed your cheek before he stood up and went to grab some medicine and water for you.

"Here love"

He made sure you took the medicine before laying down next to you, his arm draped around you as he pulled you close against him.

"I didn't think you'd care after-"

"I messed up, I hurt you with my words and I'm so mad at myself for making you feel like that. You're my world Y/N, I love you so fucking much, I'm sorry" Zach leaned his forehead against the top of your head, his arms tightening around you.

"You're lucky I love you"

You muttered it quietly but it was enough for Zach to hear and a weak smile appeared on his face before he kisses the top of your head.

Your relationship was far from perfect but Zach was worth it because despite everything - he was always there when it mattered.

[col0rlord]

Lotus Inn (D.S)

who: Daniel Seavey x reader summary: Coming to this bar was a bad idea, or a good one. You seem to find that everything is going back in time. The universe seems to be in favor with someone, but also fixing what could go wrong with you meeting Daniel. word count: 1.3k a/n: might want to watch the music video if you haven't. I low key was having this idea as I was showing my friend the video.

1:38 ————|——— -3:15

“Y/N, HURRY UP!” Sophie yelled, her voice slicing through the room as I fumbled with my left earring, trying to make sure it was in straight. I glanced at myself in the mirror, adjusting my black dress, pulling it down just a bit to smooth out any creases.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming!” I called back, tossing my hands up in mock surrender before heading toward the door.

We had rented a room at this funky spot called the Lotus Inn. It had the whole 70’s club aesthetic going on — velvet, neon lights, and a vibe that felt like it belonged in an old movie.

The bar downstairs was buzzing with life. The music was loud, the air thick with heat and the scent of perfume. People were scattered in every corner, talking, laughing, and swaying to the rhythm of the night.

I scanned the room and noticed two guys on stage, pointing at a girl in a silver dress. She was dancing, and I’ll admit, her dress was stunning — she was stunning. I turned my gaze around the room, and then my eyes locked on a guy near the jukebox. He was wearing a brown jacket over an orange patterned shirt, and his hair was already a mess. He turned around, unsteady on his feet, but when his eyes met mine, he stood up straighter, trying to act sober. The song he picked started playing, the lyrics about moving on the dance floor just barely cutting through the noise.

A few moments passed, and the guy on stage tripped, stumbling down the stairs. I blinked and then opened my eyes again.

“Y/N, HURRY UP!” Sophie’s voice snapped me out of it. I blinked, finding myself staring into the same mirror again, earring in hand, the left one missing.

“What the hell?” I whispered, confused, as I quickly placed the earring back in and rushed out the door to catch up with Sophie, who was already halfway down the hall.

When we walked into the club again, the scene was the same. The two guys were still on stage, the girl in silver was still dancing, and the guy at the jukebox — he was still there too, looking over at me. Sophie danced her way over to the bar with some people, leaving me to watch as the night seemed to unfold again.

The guy on the stage turned, walking down toward the girl in silver, but just as he was about to approach her, another guy wrapped his arm around her. 

The moment froze, rewinding.

The song restarted.

This time, the guy from the stage made it to the girl without interruption. I glanced back over at the jukebox, and there he was, eyes fixed on me now, stumbling but trying to look smooth.

“Hey,” he said, finally making his way over. “I saw you and thought you might want to dance. Want to dance with me?”

I shrugged. “Sure, Y/N,” I said, instinctively reaching out for his hand.

“Daniel,” he grinned, taking my hand and leading me to the dance floor.

We danced for a while, laughing and spinning with the music. After a bit, we made our way to the bar, where I spotted that same girl and the guy from earlier, now chatting at the counter.

“What do you want to drink?” Daniel asked, leaning on the bar with a casual air.

“Cranberry vodka,” I replied, scanning the crowd again. The guy and the girl at the bar were still there, laughing, the world spinning just a little.

Daniel glanced at the bartender and held up two fingers. “Two Gin and Tonics,” the other guy ordered, his voice slurring slightly. The girl across from us turned to the bartender, her voice sharp and clear: “I only drink Tequila.”

The drinks came, and we cheered, clinking glasses before taking a sip. The warmth spread through me, and I saw Daniel slide a $30 bill to the bartender.

Rewind.

The song played again, and I found myself back at the bar. The same sequence unfolded: The other guy ordered Tequila this time, the girl in silver taking hers. The bartender handed us our drinks, and I caught the guy cheering for the new year. The girl looked uncomfortable from that.

Rewind. 

“To friday?” He tried again in the same scenario. “I only cheer for world peace,” she said, her voice light but intense. “Wait, What's happ-” I tried to talk to Daniel but everything shifted again.

Rewind.

Back at the bar, same song, same situation. The drinks were in our hands, and this time, when we cheered, I felt it — the warmth creeping through me, the buzz taking over again. We danced again, careful not to spill our drinks, laughing with each other, each round of shots only pushing us further into the haze.

Soon enough, we joined Daniel's friend, Jack, Corbyn and Zach. the four of us were taking shots in quick succession, the night blurring around us. Corbyn, one of their other friends, stumbled into the guy from earlier, spilling his drink all over him. The girl stood there, awkwardly trying to hide her smile. Daniel and I burst out laughing, and I let my head fall onto his shoulder.

Rewind.

Back to the bar.

The scene unfolded differently now. Corbyn stumbled into the guy, but this time he caught him, making sure he didn’t fall. The guy was standing straight now, smiling, his eyes flickering to the girl before he moved back toward us.

The room spun, the lights flashing in wild colors, our bodies swaying and moving to the beat. It wasn’t just the alcohol anymore; something else was in the air — something strange and intoxicating. I danced with Daniel, lost in the rhythm, barely able to keep my eyes open as Jack, across the room, wiggled his fingers in front of his face. I laughed, copying him, the world feeling like it was bending around me.

We found a spot to sit, my head resting on Daniel’s shoulder. The club was still alive, but everything felt distant. Daniel’s friends slumped over tables, nearly out of it. The guy from earlier and his girl were still laughing together at the bar.

I watched Daniel get up and head to the jukebox, flipping through the options with a thoughtful expression. I followed, resting my hand on his shoulder as I peered at the glass case. He tapped it lightly, and the ripples inside grew larger as the music swirled around us, hypnotic.

The green light inside the jukebox grew brighter the longer I stared, and I turned around, noticing his friends sprawled out on tables, their bodies tangled. I looked back at him, his gaze fixed on the spinning disc, his movements slow, deliberate.

Rewind.

“Y/N, HURRY UP!” Sophie yelled again, pulling me from the trance. I blinked, feeling dizzy. I turned around, looking at her through the mirror as she struggled with her earring.

“What?” she asked, her brow furrowed as though I was crazy.

I ran down the hall, still trying to get the earring in, my steps quick and heavy as I rushed to catch up with her. I paused in the doorway to the club, taking it all in again. The same feeling. The same people. Daniel, at the jukebox. I smiled, walking up to him.

He looked at me, squinting as though focusing through the haze. I saw him pick a song.

I saw you movin’ on the dance floor, I caught you lookin’ over at me and my friends, Got my attention, now I want more, I think we both know how this night’s gonna end…

“Great choice,” I said with a grin, leaning in as our eyes locked. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, trying to focus through the alcohol.

“Want to dance with me?” he asked, his voice low, playful.

[seavey-siren]

Not the result I was hoping for 💔

[fawnkissed]

Wasn’t gonna drink tonight, but then I missed why don’t we 🙁

[tanktophotties]

[dandebbfan]

@wildernezz LISTEN TO LOVE BACK BY WDW

[shirtlesscelebsofdaworld]

[cherryb0mb-s]

Whoever made this beat needs their dick sucked

[shiftingwithmars]

STOP THE FACT THAT JONAH MENTIONED CORBYN AND ZACH IN TWISTED LULLABIES😭

ALSO THAT SONG IS SO SAD AND I’M STRUGGLING NOT TO CRY

[thepeachyhub]

man, i miss why don't we...

[beaglebites27]