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seductiveseavey · 5 years

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dessert // jonah marais

summary: jonah won’t stop until he gets what he wants, even if it’s in front of all of his friends.

request: none

pairing: jonah x female!reader

warning: fingering, public stuff?, lowkey dirty talk

lmao this was fun to write. also i could probably do a part two to this so just lmk if you guys want more!

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“babe, stop it.” you whispered, swatting jonah’s hand away from your inner thigh for what felt like the thousandth time that night.

it was pretty clear that jonah was horny, but you were not having it given the fact that you were out at a fancy dinner with the boys and all of your friends. as much as you wanted jonah, you were not about to get caught and humiliated for the rest of your life.

“but i want you,” he pouted, his hand snaking it’s way back up to your thigh. his fingertips danced on your skin, slowly getting closer and closer to the hem of your panties. you cursed, feeling arousal bloom in your stomach. why couldn’t have you worn spandex?

“i don’t want to be teased for the rest of my life by our friends jonah! just wait another hour and i swear you can have it all when we get home.” you whispered hastily, attempting to swat his hand away again, but this time he was determined.

“but what’s the fun in waiting?” his finger ran along your underwear, grazing your clit through the fabric. your breath hitched in your throat, the slight contact sending fire through your veins.

you looked around, seeing that everyone was engaged in a conversation, not even paying attention to the exchange that you and jonah just had. fuck it.

jonah smirked up at you, and you gave him a slight nod to keep going. he slowly moved your panties to the side, allowing him full access to your pussy. his finger circled your clit a few times before pressing down firmly on the nub, sending electricity though your body.

fuck. he knew your body better than you did, even the softest of touches bringing you to the edge. his hand began to move faster, causing you to grip the edge of the table like it was the only thing keeping you stable.

you closed your eyes, legs beginning to shake as the sensation began to intensify. jonah’s pace increased, and it took ever bit of control in your body to keep from moaning as loud as you wanted to.

“hey y/n, are you okay? you’re looking a little pale.” your eyes shot open, but jonah’s hand didn’t stop moving. daniel’s bright blue eyes stared at you with concern, the whole table stopping their conversation to look at you.

“y-yeah, i’m fine,” you took in a deep breath, fighting down a moan as jonah’s relentless attack on your clit still continued. “i-i just have a headache.” you cleared your throat, closing your eyes once again as pleasure coursed through every inch of your body.

jonah adjusted his hand so his thumb pressed steady circles on your clit, his middle finger swiftly slipping inside of your entrance. you bit back a scream, grabbing onto jonah’s thigh so tight that you though that your fingernails would rip through the fabric of his pants.

“oh okay, do you need some ibuprofen? i have some in the car-” daniel began to get up from his chair, but you quickly stopped him.

“no!” you stopped him quickly, cursing as your voice wavered. “no, thank you daniel, i can already feel it starting to go away.” you cleared your throat, legs beginning to shake as a tightness began to form in your stomach. oh shit.

jonah pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, so chaste that it almost seemed innocent.

“let go baby, i wanna see you cum right here, right now.” he whispered in your ear, sending a shock down your spine. his fingers moved at a pace so rapid that you thought you were going to pass out from the sheer pleasure that was coursing through you body.

fuck.

the tightness in the pit of your stomach exploded, shock waves of overwhelming pleasure racking your body. you bit your lip to prevent any moans from leaving your mouth, burying your head into the crook of jonah’s neck as your back arched off of the seat. his fingers still moved steadily inside of you, riding out your high before swiftly slipping out of your wet pussy.

you opened her eyes after a few seconds, feeling your heartbeat steady as your grip on jonah loosened. by some grace of god, no one had noticed the intense orgasm that you had just had, and was instead having a heated discussion about who knows what.

“let’s get out of here, and then maybe i can return the favor at home.” you leaned up and whispered into jonah’s ear, being met with an eager nod. the two of you quickly gathered up your belongings, standing up from the table.

“hey guys, i think y/n and i are going to head out now.” jonah announced, being met with disappointed groans from the rest of the table. he placed some money onto the table to pay for your meals, saying quick goodbyes to everyone else.

“you’re not even going to stay for dessert?” zach asked, a pout evident on his features.

“no, we’re good,” jonah replied. “i’m going to get plenty of dessert when we get home.” he whispered into your ear, sending a tingle down you spine at the thought of whatever he had in store when you got home.

jonah laced your fingers with his, pulling you towards the exit of the restaurant.

“bye guys!” you called back to the table, waves and choruses of goodbyes being sent your way before you exited.

you and jonah speedwalked to the the car, quickly getting in and buckling up. jonah backed out of the parking spot, swiftly exiting the parking lot and beginning the drive back home.

you sat quietly for a minute or two, listening to the radio before a devious plan began bubbling in your head.

you leaned over the center console, beginning to kiss up and down jonah’s neck.

“babe, what are you doing?” he asked, gripping the steering wheel a tad bit tighter as you began to nip at his sweet spot.

your hand drifted down to his crotch, palming him slowly as your lips traveled up and down his jugular.

“payback.”

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swervavery · 5 years

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Chocoholic | Daniel Seavey

Pairing: Daniel Seavey x Reader

Summary: An alternate universe where you crave the food that your soulmate eats. The more one eats, the more the other will crave it.

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 1430

A/N: I really liked the idea for this imagine, but I’m not sure how I feel about the finished product. Please let me know what you think, any kind of feedback is highly appreciated.

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I get off the phone with my friend and turn on the TV, glad to finally hear about something other than her impatience to meet her soulmate and get them to stop eating shrimp. Apparently, this is the third time her soulmate has eaten it this week, which wouldn’t be a big problem, if it wasn’t for her shellfish allergy. It must suck to crave something you literally cannot eat. Luckily for me, my soulmate doesn’t have any weird food habits. I do find myself craving apple juice quite often, but that is about it.

I get up from the couch to have another chocolate chip cookie. While on my period I usually resort to ice cream as my comfort food, but lately I’ve gained an obsession with chocolate. This week has been especially bad, and I have eaten every single piece of chocolate in my house. I am now on the second to last cookie, and I groan as I realize I’m going to have to leave the house and get more chocolate. I have been living on the couch for the past two days and I know that I look like a mess. The thought of having to shower and make myself look somewhat acceptable triggers another groan to leave my throat. What one does for chocolate.

Daniel’s P.O.V.

We are finally finishing up in the studio after a long day of recording, and I’m packing up my stuff when Jonah suggests we order take-away pizza to bring back home with us. We all agree and settle into the car while Jonah is on the phone. The drive to the pizza-place takes almost ten minutes, and we’ll have to wait at least another fifteen before our pizzas are done. Corbyn spots a grocery store further down the street and asks me to go with him to get us something to drink. I agree, and we head over to the store. Inside, we walk towards the sodas, but I stop short at the sight of the chocolate isle. I’m pulled towards it, my feet moving like they’ve got minds of their own. I have had an insane craving for chocolate the past three days, and it has been annoying the hell out of me, because I hate chocolate. Yet here I am, looking at all the colorful bars, not wanting but seriously needing it.

Y/N’s P.O.V

I push open the door to the grocery store close by my house. I had showered, put on pants, and “fixed” my hair, aka made it look slightly less like a bird’s nest. Even though I didn’t really want to leave my couch, I really wanted chocolate. Walking through the mostly empty store I make my way to the candy section. My stomach cramps up, and I hardly notice the other person standing in the isle, only focusing on getting my chocolate and going home to my couch and Netflix.

My hand instinctively reaches towards a bar of plain milk chocolate, and I am surprised when instead of getting hold of the chocolate, my hand crashes into another. I look up to see a tall, blonde boy with eyes so startlingly blue I almost gasp out loud. We look at each other for just a second too long, making the air around us thick with awkwardness. He clears his throat, and I avert my gaze, suddenly finding the floor remarkably interesting.

I glance up at the boy again, opening my mouth, hoping my brain can come up with something to defeat the awkward silence. Thankfully, I’ve been in a lot of social encounters, and my brain naturally comes up with witty, intelligent comments, fitting the situation I’m in. A couple of hours after the interaction. For now, all that comes out of my mouth is a low “umm” sound. The boy in front of me simultaneously starts with an “ehh,” and I see redness cover his cheeks, no doubt matching mine. He moves his head and hands in a weird little gesture, and I interpret it as a silent offer of the chocolate. I smile slightly, grab the bar off the shelf, and automatically tell him “thanks”.

I contemplate turning around and leave, but something is holding me back. “You’re a chocoholic too?” I ask the blonde, mentally applauding myself for managing to form a coherent sentence. He shakes his head, something between a smile and a grimace forming on his face. “Not really, I’ve just been craving it lately.” I nod my head in understanding, before responding, “I usually prefer ice cream, but I’ve recently been getting more into chocolate.”

Daniel’s P.O.V.

Another awkward silence settles between us, but I can’t bring myself to end the conversation, if you could call it that. Suddenly, Corbyn comes around the corner, calling out to me, “Dan, I’ve got the drinks! Should I get you some apple juice as well?” I don’t know if I want to hug him or yell at him for the interruption. “Yeah, that would be great, thanks.” The cute girl in front of me lets out a tiny laugh, and I glance back at her as she says, “That’s so weird, I don’t love apple juice, yet I somehow always crave it.”

Studying her standing there, bar of chocolate in hand, something inside my brain clicks. “You don’t think…” She looks at me quizzically, not understanding where I’m going with the conversation. “That, like, you and I are…” Her eyes widen and her mouth opens slightly as she catches on to my thoughts. I quickly realize how weird and creepy I must seem to her, and mutter out, “never mind, of course not, that’s just stupid….” I turn around and walk away, embarrassment flooding through my body.

Y/N’s P.O.V

I hastily walk after him, softly calling out “hey” as I grab his arm. He turns around, and for a second I’m speechless once again, but my head clears enough for me to tell him, “I never caught your name”. He looks both hesitant and relieved at the same time, staring at me with his captivating blue eyes, “It’s Daniel.” I hold out my hand for him to shake while introducing myself, and once our hands touch I feel a chill run up my arm and spread through my whole body. “Well, Daniel, I don’t know if we’re soulmates, but I think you’re cute and I’d love to hang out sometime.” He takes a moment to react, and then he quickly pulls his hand away, fumbling around in his pockets. “Y-yeah, for sure, sounds great! Just let me, umm”. Daniel pulls out his phone, and I get my own, opening the contacts app and handing it over to him. I type my number in his phone and he types his, then we swap phones again. Silence enfolds us again, but this time it feels less awkward. There is an electricity in the air, fueled by the knowledge of what we might be to each other.

Our moment is once again broken by Daniel’s friend, who yells “Daniel, stop flirting and let’s go!” Warmth spreads over my face, and Daniel takes a small step backwards towards the entrance. “It was nice to meet you Y/N”, he says, slowly walking towards the doors. “You too Daniel”, I tell him, watching him reunite with his friend who smirks and mutters something to Daniel, earning himself a punch in the arm. I smile to myself and walk to the register to pay for my chocolate.

I’m finally back in my couch, remote in hand and scrolling through Netflix while munching on chocolate. I consider finding a new movie or series to watch, but

decide against it. Instead I pull up Brooklyn Nine-Nine, and re-watch old episodes of my favorite comedy-cop show. My phone beeps, indicating a new message. Reaching over to the table, I pull it up and see a notification for a new message from cute grocery-store-guy. I smile as I open Daniel’s message, the TV and chocolate forgotten. It was really nice to meet you today, Y/N. I have to work this week, but what do you say I take you out to lunch or dinner on Saturday? I’m about to respond, when three bubbles pop up, showing Daniel is writing another message. Also, I don’t know if we’re soulmates, but I actually can’t stand chocolate, so maybe you could stop eating it, just in case? I chuckle to myself and settle in for an evening of chatting with Daniel, no longer needing chocolate to distract me from my period cramps.

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youngbloodseavey · 5 years

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sleeping beauty // daniel seavey

request: nah but i saw this pic of daniel on tumblr last night and was immediately inspired so here’s this short little fluffy thingy

pairing: daniel x reader

triggers: none

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“daniel? babe, you got to get up,” you lightly shook your boyfriend, who was dead asleep on the sofa. it was already past two in the morning, and you had just got back from your night shift at the hospital that you were doing your residency in.

daniel didn’t respond to your words, instead snuggling his cheek farther into the couch cushion he was using as a pillow.

you had to admit, he looked like an angel while he was sleeping. his eyelashes fanned across the top of his cheeks, his lips turned up in a slight smile. he was at peace when he was asleep. all the worries and stresses that accumulated in him throughout the day disappeared, leaving only the soft, carefree boy that you had fallen so deeply in love with.

“c’mon babe, let’s go to bed.” you ran your hands through his hair, the strands like silk between your fingers. you leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, causing daniel to stir in his slumber.

“y/n?” his voice was soft and groggy, and his eyes slowly opened to reveal a cerulean color that was clouded with sleep. daniel slowly pushed himself upright, rubbing his cheek where it was previously pressed against the couch.

“hey there sleeping beauty,” you teased, admiring the disheveled state of your sleepy boyfriend.

his clothes were askew, the simple t-shirt and joggers that he was wearing looking completely wrinkled. his hair was nothing short of a complete mess, tangled and matted down to his forehead. the skin on his face was pink where it was pressed down into the sofa, and his eyelids drooped ever so slightly from waking up.

he was a mess, but god, he was the most beautiful mess you had ever laid your eyes on.

“when did you get here?” he mumbled, lifting his hands to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

“only a few minutes ago.” you replied, gently moving a stray strand of hair away from daniel’s face. “you were so deep in sleep that i wasn’t even sure if you were breathing,” you let out a laugh.

“wait, i fell asleep? shit,” daniel groaned, running a hand through his hair which worsened it’s state. “i wanted to stay up and wait for you, but i guess i dozed off while trying to figure out some lyrics.” he gestured to the array of papers and his guitar that was laying on the coffee table.

“i try and be romantic and this is what happens,” he grumbled to himself, causing you to let out another laugh.

“well you know how you can make it up to me?” his face lit up at your words. “if you came with me to bed and we could go to sleep.” you proposed, eliciting a light laugh from the blue eyed boy.

“deal.” he took your hand in his, standing up from his spot on the couch. he stretched, a yawn escaping his mouth before he began pulling you towards your shared bedroom.

you went to quickly change from your scrubs into your pajamas, returning to see daniel already sound asleep on the bed.

you smiled to yourself, shaking your head sightly as you slid into bed next to him. he instinctually cuddled into your side, causing your insides to melt into a puddle of mush.

“goodnight sleeping beauty.”

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colbybrocksbitchh · 6 years

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I hope you’re Happier with him

After you and Colby break up you start falling for Corbyn Besson, one of your mutual friends

@simonsbluee

•Just a heads up this isn’t related to the other imagines but I thought the photos on his wall from the other imagine would work well for this one as well•

~Your POV~

Corbyn held my hand as he led me inside and to an empty table. It was near the row of windows, which gave us a great view of the sun going down over the city. I told him what I wanted to drink and he gave me a nod of his head while smiling, just before he bent down to my ear.

“You know what they say, nothings fun about being sober.”

I laugh as he says this. It’s one of our many inside jokes we share that honestly make no sense, but they make me laugh every time.

He walks away and I lean my head on my arm and sigh, smiling. I hadn’t been to this place in forever, not since my third date with my ex boyfriend.

~A little over a month ago~

“Seriously Colby? Are you fucking kidding me?! I’ve asked you to stop hanging out with her!”

I can’t hold it in any longer as I scream out these words. He has the nerve to stare me in the face and say he’s sorry he couldn’t have made our anniversary date because of her.

“God why are you so difficult?! She’s my friend, my best friend! I’m not gonna stop hanging out with her!”

He rolls his eyes and yells back, sticking one hand in his pocket.

“First of all I should be your best friend! If you had known her before we met I would understand, but you only met her three weeks ago! Second of all the fact that you stood me up today is such bullshit! You always plan the dates and today was my turn to do something for you, not to mention the fact that it’s our two year anniversary and you stood me up for fucking Layla!”

“Ughhh!”

He sticks both hands in his hair. He plops himself down on the bed, puts his head in his hands, and breathes heavily in anger.

“Sometimes you’re can be such a bitch...”

Colby mumbles this through his hands not looking up at me. When I hear those words my blood starts to boil and I decide I’ve had enough.

“How dare you, fuck off Colby! This is fucking over!”

I walk out and slam the door behind me.

~Now~

Corbyn snaps me out of my flashback by handing me a beer.

“Aww thanks Corbs, you’re the best!”

I giggle and take a sip from the bottle, it burns slightly as it goes down.

“Anything for you cutie.”

I blush as Corbyn grabs my hand and leads me to the dance floor. Corbyn was my rock after Colby and I broke up.

I’d been a huge WDW fan since I was nineteen years old, for my twentieth birthday Colby took me to one of their concerts. He bought tickets up front, backstage passes, the works. When it was our turn to meet the guys we found out that they all watched Sam and Colby, but Jack watched them the most.

This led to a friendship between all of us, as we exchanged numbers that night. For a while we all would hang out when they were in L.A from touring, but eventually the only people who we still hung out with and texted often were Jack and Corbyn.

Being that Jack was such a big fan, I often found myself talking to Corbyn while Jack and Colby would play video games and ask each other questions.

He became one of my bestfriends, however I always put Colby first, until Colby stopped putting me first. After he skipped out on our anniversary date that I had planned to hang out with Layla, one of Kat’s besties whom he’d only known for a few short weeks, I knew it was over.

Corbyn stepped up and became the most amazing friend a girl could ask for, and as of three days ago, the best boyfriend a girl could ask for.

I wrap my arms around his neck as we dance, running my fingers through the hair on the back of his head.

He smiles and leans down to kiss me, making this the best night I’ve had in a while.

~Colby’s POV~

I’m not gonna lie and say I don’t miss her. Since the moment she walked out of my room every moment has been a constant struggle. Today was the worst.

I was feeling extra down today after seeing a video of Y/n backstage waiting for Corbyn at one of WDW’s concerts, so I decided to take a walk down some of the busier streets in LA.

That’s when I saw it. Corbyn holding my girls hand, pulling her inside some bar as I watched from the curb on the opposite side. That’s where I took her for out third date, and she’s just gonna let him do that?! I just stood in sadness and honestly, anger, as I watched him whisper in her ear.

She laughed and he left, presumably to get her a drink, before she began gazing out the window. I quickly ducked behind a car before she could see me.

Wow, she looked happy... happier then I’d seen her in a really long time. I hadn’t seen her smile like that In months... I guess I hadn’t realized how much I’d started pushing her away.

I back up, sliding down to sit on the sidewalk and leaning my back against the brick wall. Fuck... I hurt her.

Honestly I guess I hadn’t realized how much I had done, and how bad it really was. I never liked Layla as more than a friend but I’m not gonna pretend she didn’t give me a thrill that y/n didn’t. Y/n was always super focused, I guess at the time I hadn’t realized she was super focused on planning our anniversary date. When I hung out with Layla It didn’t bother me that y/n was always so busy.

Eventually I decided I couldn’t do it anymore. I’d been spying on her date with Corbyn for the past forty minutes and I couldn’t handle it anymore, so I called an Uber.

The moment I walked in the front door I grabbed a bottle of vodka. It was half full, left over from one of Brennens stupid drinking videos, but it would work for me.

I brought it to my room, sat in my editing chair, and drank. I had finished the bottle in no time. My wall was still covered in our photos, our memories from the moment we met to the moment we said goodbye.

In no time I had finished the bottle and was close to passing out. I’m literally so in love with her.

I was never much of a crier but I let the tears fall down my face, honestly it was probably a biproduct of me being drunk and emotional.

At this moment Sam walked in, curious as to whether I would help him film for his prank.

“Colby?”

Thirty minutes after I had spilled my heart out he gives me one piece of advice and leaves.

“One day you won’t feel like this anymore. Eventually you’ll be able to move on like she has. Just stay strong bro.”

In my drunken state I decide to type out a text.

Hey Love well I guess you aren’t really my love anymore, I can’t do this anymore, I can’t pretend it doesn’t bother me. Y/n I’m so utterly in love with you that it kills me every time I see you with Corbyn. I saw you guys today while I was taking a walk. You seemed really happy, and I’m sorry I could never make you feel like that. You’re so beautiful and amazing and I hope that he treats you the way I should’ve. I hope you’re happier with him.

~Hey guys it’s Tay! So this was a request and so I hope I did it justice! Much Love 💕~

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vitacorellystuff · 5 years

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letscathylynn · 5 years

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bbycmb · 6 years

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N O M O R E ♧ V E R Z A C H E

♡I’m tired of the same old story It’s going right over your head And next time that I’m feeling lonely I’ll find somebody else instead♡

Zach herron ♢ black×white

l y r i c m o o d b o a r d

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noodles-send-n00ds · 6 years

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i love you - jack avery

pairings: reader x jack

warning: is there cussing?

requested by anon: heyy :) could you do a imagine for me with Jack that we date and he is very jealous of me and Daniel and suspect that I betray him? (btw my name is julia but you can put y/n)

summary: y/n starts hanging out with daniel a lot. jack returns from a family trip and suspects the worst.

a/n: i was going to put this into my jealous preference but i forgot. so the description of how jack reacts when he’s jealous is different from how he reacts here. also, this is far from my best work.

not my gif

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daniel and i hit it off immediately when we first met. probably even more than jack and i did. i, however, fell for jack and when i’m with him they are the happiest days of my life. but when jack left to go visit family for a week or two, daniel and i started to hang out a lot like we used to.

it’s not like was replacing daniel with jack. that was not the case at all but it was nice to be able to hang out with daniel more. according to jack though, i was starting to like daniel and i happened to be cheating on him.

“i’m home!” jack shouted from the front door of the why don’t we house. you were in the living room talking and laughing with daniel.

“in the living room, babe!” you called out to him, trying to contain your laughter.

“what are you guys doing?” jack asks, concerned to why his girlfriend was laughing so hard at his bandmate’s joke.

“just talking,” you patted the spot next to you on the couch and he sat down. you pecked his lips, briefly.

“how’s your family, dude?” daniel asked him.

“they’re good. was missing y/n/n though,” he smiled down at his gorgeous girlfriend.

“oh, please. you probably had loads of fun without me. i know i did,” you joked and wiggled your eyebrows.

jack frowned a little bit but brushed it off and put on a smile.

“i’m going to go unpack,” jack faked a yawn and went upstairs to go unpack his stuff.

ever since that day, he got a little distant but you didn’t pay much mind to it. you just kept hanging out with daniel. you kept asking jack if he wanted to hang out with you and daniel or even just with you but he always refused. so you just hung out with daniel instead.

after a week of jack refusing to hang out with you, you decided to confront him.

“what’s up with you?” you asked him as you sat down on the edge of the bed. jack was sitting at the desk, writing some songs.

“what do you mean?” he responded, not looking up at you.

“you’ve been ignoring me and pretty distant since you got back. is everything okay? did someone get hurt?” you were pretty concerned at this point.

“stop.”

“stop what?”

“stop acting like you care.”

“what? what are you saying? of course, i care about you,” you were really confused. jack was speaking nonsense.

“if you did, then why would you be cheating on me?”

“jack, are you insane? why would you even think-”

“because you hang out with daniel all the damn time! ever since i got home, you just ditch me for him!” jack ran his hand through his hair, trying to calm himself down. “it’s- it’s just why would you betray me like that?” his voice cracked.

“jack, babe, i would never cheat on you. especially daniel, your best friend. that’s a low blow. i’m honestly hurt you would even think that i would do that but i’m sorry i made you feel that way,” you walked over to him and pulled him into your arms. he sobbed into your shoulder.

“i’m so scared,” he told you, still crying. you have never seen jack this vulnerable. it was a side you never thought you would see but it feels good to know that trusts you enough even after his accusation.

“scared of what?” you rubbed his back in circular motions.

“of losing you.”

your heart broke that his words. you would never leave him because he makes you the happiest girl in the world. you love him with all of your heart, every bone, and every ounce of your soul.

you pull away from the embrace and bring your hands up to his face, “i’m never leaving.”

he gave you a slight smile and tackled you in another big hug.

“i love you so much.”

*** kinda edited :))))))) sorry it’s not the best!

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libbycv-blog · 6 years

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OH MY GOSH! I am writing another imagine book. Staring my favorite boys, the WHY DON'T WE boys!!! Tune in to find out when it's released. ♡

#wdw #whydontwe #imagines #corbynbesson #zachherron #jonahmarais #jackavery #danielseavey #fanfiction #whydontweimagines #fluff #smut #cute

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aestheticwhydontwelover · 6 years

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How I am after I read some mature ff, scenarios, reactions

GIF IS NOT MINE. CREDIT TO OWNER

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seductiveseavey · 6 years

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what he’s like in bed // j.a.

jack avery is a horny piece of shit lemme tell you that

he’s an ass man, and would love admiring your ass anytime and any place

js he’d love spanking and hair pulling and just being a dOm

his hands would be all over you all the timeee, from your back to your neck to your ass to you tits

he’d love it when you would pull on his curls, or when your fingers would tangle themselves in his ringlets as he ate you out

cONSTANT PET NAMES

“babygirl” “baby” “kitten” “angel”

he’d always take your pleasure seriously, and you’d always come first (literally and figuratively)

and while he loves pleasuring you, he would always appreciate a good sucking off

he would be vocal as hell. have you heard those runs he does? yeah. he’s a moaner for sure.

he’d pull your hair back into a ponytail and guide your head, and sometimes he’d just go for itttt

“fuck babygirl. you’re so good for me baby, goddamn.”

he’d love taking you from any position, but doggy style was a favorite for the both of you.

when he would cum, his eyes would close and his eyebrows would scrunch together and his moans would be loud and proud, occasional curses being let out between noises.

“fuck babygirl, you feel so good, fuckfuckfuck”

once the two of you would finish, he’d roll over and take you in his arms and kiss your forehead and the two of you would lay there, basking in each other’s presence.

“i love you so fucking much baby.”

#why dont we #why don't we #whydontwe #why don't we imagines #why don't we smut #whydontweimagines #whydontwesmut #wdw #wdw imagine #wdw smut #jack avery #jack avery smut #jackavery #jackaverysmut #jack avery imagines #jack avery imagine

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swervavery · 5 years

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“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.”

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youngbloodseavey · 5 years

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the last time we kissed // daniel seavey

request: can it be something where you're dating daniel but he just kind of forgets about you because of how busy he is and it just becomes really distanced?

summary: y/n is tired of being daniel’s last priority, and after he forgets their anniversary, she tells him exactly how she feels.

pairing: daniel x fem!reader

triggers: hella angst and cursing, some? alcohol

i changed the prompt a little bit but i feel like it still stays true to it at the same time?? so enjoy lol and i hope i didn’t disappoint

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y/n looked down at her phone for what felt like the umpteenth time in the past few hours, seeing the same exact text splayed across her screen.

no new notifications

she groaned, resisting the temptation to chuck her phone across and room and into the wall. it had been three hours since she had last heard from him. three whole ass hours. where the hell was he?

her eyes glanced up at the clock, seeing that it was now 9 o’clock. two hours past when daniel was supposed to show up for dinner at her apartment. tears of frustration began to well up in her eyes, threatening to smudge the mascara that she had carefully applied just for this occasion a few hours prior.

she hastily wiped away the tears before they fell, restraining herself for calling her boyfriend for the twentieth time that night.

happy two year anniversary to me. she thought, rolling her eyes and getting up to grab the bottle of wine that she had placed out for dinner. it wasn’t going to be drank anytime soon, so might as well drink it now right?

she grabbed a wine glass out of the cabinet, pouring herself a generous amount of the burgundy liquid before settling back on the couch. she took a sip, breathing deeply before settling back down on the couch. y/n grabbed the remote, flipping through channels before settling on a random reality tv show. it wasn’t like she was actually going to watch it, the show was just on to momentarily distract her from the anger and hurt that was building up in her chest.

the meal that she had so carefully cooked and laid out had been left cold on the table, looking just as cold and sad as she was.

10 o’clock.

that’s when y/n heard the lock on the front door turn, and she looked over to see a tired and disheveled daniel walk through the door. he didn’t even bother greeting his girlfriend, instead beginning to trudge straight to their bedroom to go to sleep. but despite his wish to go to bed, y/n had other ideas on how to spend their glorious two year anniversary.

“where the hell have you been?” y/n’s voice was stone cold, and you could practically smell the anger radiating off her body. he barely even mustered up the energy turned around and look her in the eye.

“i was at the studio.” he deadpanned, turning back around to begin the trek to bed again.

“and you couldn’t bother to send me a quick text to tell me that? because to me it just seems that you’re completely okay with leaving me in the dark.” she crossed her arms and stared accusingly at the boy.

“i don’t have to tell you where i am all the time y/n. you know i’ve been super busy lately, i thought you understood.” his tone began to rise, and he whipped around to give the girl an annoyed look.

“i do understand! but when you leave me wondering if you were alive or not for three hours, i feel like i have a reason to be angry.” she snapped, her face furrowing into a deep frown. daniel sighed exasperatedly, anger beginning to bubble up in his own stomach.

“you’re so damn dramatic! you need to calm the hell down and then we can talk in the morning. i’m fucking tired.” he snapped back, his normally clear eyes turning a dark, stormy blue. he turned his back on her again, succeeding in only fueling her fire.

“tell me what day it is today.” y/n said steadily, but her tone was like fire and ice all at the same time.

“what? why?” daniel’s stopped in his tracks, his previously angry tone replaced with a confused one.

“tell. me. what. day. it. is.” she narrowed her eyes at the boy, her steely tone sending shivers down his spine.

“friday?” he offered, but only seemed to make her even more furious. y/n could feel the anger in the pit of her stomach, the feeling so intense that she felt on the verge of tears.

“no. tell me the date.” daniel had never heard y/n sound so serious, and the anger he had felt merely 30 seconds ago had melted into something close to fear.

“it’s april 5th-” he paused, the realization hitting him like a train. “oh.”

“yeah, oh.” y/n snapped, taking a step closer to daniel. “happy fucking two year anniversary daniel.”

“y/n i-” he started reaching out to y/n but she took a step away.

“no. don’t even try. i sit here and wait almost every night for you, looking at my phone to see if you even bother to send a quick text that you were going to be late. it’s not just tonight, it’s every single fucking night. and i’m sick and tired of it. i get that you’re busy, i get that you have work, but that doesn’t mean you have to treat me like the dirt under your feet.” y/n became louder and more passionate with each word she uttered, the words flowing out of her mouth with ease. she had been keeping them in for so long, it was almost a relief to finally have them in the open.

“i wait here for you, but the moment you come home you immediately just go to bed. it’s almost as if i’m a ghost to you! it’s like i’m fucking invisible and i’m tired of it.” she took in a deep breath, tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

“y/n, i never wanted to make you feel that way, i-i don’t know what to say,” daniel whispered, his body filling to the brim with guilt.

“tell me the last time we had dinner together.”

“i-” daniel racked his brain, but was left speechless as he couldn’t come up with even an idea of an answer.

“or the last time we went on a date.”

“well,” god, was he this oblivious?

“or the last time we kissed.”

“i-” he sighed, casting his eyes down to the floor. “i don’t know.”

“exactly, you don’t know.” warm, salty tears began to trickle down y/n’s cheeks, but she did nothing to stop them. “the last time we ate dinner together was a month ago.” she took a few steps closer to him. “the last date we went on? over three months ago.” she took another few steps. “and the last time we kissed?” she took a final step, resulting in her being a mere foot away from daniel’s paralyzed form.

“two weeks ago.”

daniel was speechless. wow, he was such a dickhead.

“y/n, i-” she cut him off, not wanting to hear a single ounce of bullshit that was going to come out of his mouth.

“i don’t want to even hear it anymore. you lost your chance daniel. and i’m tired of being invisible to you. i’m tired of being your last priority. i’m fucking done.” she took one last look into his eyes, which had turned back to their normal, clear blue color. but this time, they had tears brimming on the edges.

y/n turned around, knowing that if she looked for one more second into those beautiful eyes that she would fall in love again. and she couldn’t. she couldn’t go back after everything she said, after everything he had done to her. she grabbed her purse off of the couch, taking a second to wipe away her tears before making her way to the front door.

“y/n, wait,” she was interrupted as her hand went to turn the door knob, and a hand was placed on her shoulder. she spun around, expecting foul words or a final insult.

but she was instead greeted with his soft, pink lips being pressed on hers, leaving her absolutely shocked. he pulled away after a second or two, a sad smile painted on his face as the tears began to roll down his cheeks.

“i wanted to make sure that the last time we kissed wasn’t two weeks ago.” daniel whispered, before reaching behind her and opening up the door. “i love you y/n, and i’m sorry i ever treated you that way. you deserve so much better than me. i’m sorry.”

y/n felt her breath caught in her throat, and it took every single ounce of strength in her body not to jump into his arms and press her lips to his.

“goodbye daniel.”

“bye y/n.”

and she walked out, closing the door behind her.

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tpwkfender · 6 years

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There are two types of people in the world

#whydontwe #jonahmarias #corbynbesson #zachheron #danielseavey #jackavery #whydontweimagines #zach herron #jack avery #daniel seavey #beautychickee #christina marie

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