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One Of Their Siblings Walks In On You The Morning After ♡ Preference

Daniel; Waking up with Daniel kissing your neck, you smiled instantly. “Good morning, beautiful” He smiled, you trying to wake yourself up a little more. “God, You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Daniel smiled, even thought you look like you had just been to hell and back, but he still thought you looked like the most beautiful girl in the world. He had just gotten home from tour, his manager letting all the boys go home for a week or so, and of course, you had to come visit him while he was home. “Baby, I look like trash” You chuckled, as Daniel shook his head, disagreeing. “You’re” “Beautiful” He said, in between kisses. You shook your head, wanting to disagree more, but before you could, Anna barged into the room, having plans for the day. “You slept in, Daniel. Mom wants us to go to a fami- wait, y/n slept over?” She questioned, shocked that she didn’t see you come in. “Hi” You smiled, awkwardly waving your hand. “Can’t you see we’re in the middle of something here?” Daniel gestured towards the both of you.”Wh-Ohhh. Well still, Mom wants to go out for lunch, y/n, feel free to join” She smiled, leaving you two alone and exiting the room. 

Jack; The sun shining in your face you opened your eyes, revealing a still sleeping Jack. You smiled to yourself, taking in all his small features, like the freckles on the bridge of his nose, spreading out to his cheek, how his hair still seamed perfect, even though he was sleeping. You roamed your hands around the bed for your phone, not knowing where it went from last night, everything happening so quickly. Getting up off the bed, you where quickly pulled back, Jack pulling you back towards the bed. “Babygirl, where are you going?” He questioned, his voice raspy from just waking up. “I-I’m leaving. You don’t want your family to know about us, I’m just trying to leave before your mom or one of your sisters walks in. “Just come cuddle, five more minuets” He propositioned, eyes still closed. 

You gave in to his protests, snuggling yourself back into Jack’s arms. Isla somehow saw you sit up in Jack’s bed, instantly rushing over to see if you wanted to play with her. She rushed to your side of the bed, pulling your arm. “Oh y/n! You want to come play dolls with me?” She questioned, eyes lighting up at the thought. “Maybe Later” You smiled, trying to get her to leave the room before something happened. As she continued to beg for you to get up and play dolls with her, she somehow moved the blanket from your upper body, revealing you’re not wearing any clothes. “Mom! Jack and y/n are naked in bed!” She screamed, instalty running away from you and Jack and into Jack’s mothers room. “Well, our family knows about us now” Jack whispered, smiling as he kissed your nose.

Jonah; “Jo, Mom made breakfast, she wan-” Esther barged into Jonah’s room, waking you both up quickly. “Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” Jonah hissed, covering up his upper body, you doing the same. Her gaze instantly went to the floor, a blush appearing on her cheeks. “uh, hi, yeah, um, Jo mom made breakfast, u-uh, hi y/n” She rushed, slowly backing out of Jonah’s room, not being able to get out fast enough. “That was a way to wakeup” You chuckled, sitting up in the bed. “You’re really going to leave me?” Jonah fake pouted, you turning around giving him a quick peck on the lips. “Breakfast sounds amazing, Jo” You smiled, throwing on one of Jonah’s oversized shirts and your shorts from the night before.

You both making your way downstairs, Jonah’s mother had already set your all your food at your designated seat, always placing you and Jonah next to each other. Making your way to the table, you noticed everyone’s eyes on you and Jonah, Ester must have said something. Jonah must have not noticed, because he went straight to his seat and started eating. You felt so embarrassed, his whole family now knowing of your actions. “Jo-Jonah is that a trail of hi-hickeys trailing down your stomach?” His mom choked out. All eyes turned to Jonah, watching as he finished his pancake. “Yeah?” He questioned, shrugging it off as if it was nothing. 

Corbyn; “That was..” Corbyn trailed off, not being able to finish his sentence, just wanting to enjoy the time he had with you while he could. Living in LA had it’s perks, but it also had it’s downs. Corbyn was moving out in a few months, forming a band with his four best friends. Corbyn couldn’t wait another month until he moved to LA, he wanted to see you now. He randomly bought you a plane ticket at one in the morning, just a spur of the moment thing. “I missed you” You smiled, smile forming on your lips. Corbyn’s door swinging open sent you both into a panic. You flew in late, so Corbyn’s mom didn’t know you and stayed the night. Lucky for you both, It was Corbyns sister; Ashley. “So, I was thinking, today we could go to the mall, since you always want another pair of shoes,” She walked over to his swivel chair, spinning it a few times as she continued her thoughts. “And then maybe we could go to the carnival? I heard it ends tonight, so we should 100% go.” 

While she was talking, your face turned bright red, while Corbyn jus sat their, watching as she rambled on. “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed” Corbyn chuckled, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek, Ashley just continued to ramble on about the plans she had for the day. Finally finishing her thoughts, she finally noticed you in Corbyns bed. “Oh my god, y/n, have you been their the whole time? I thought you wren’t coming until tonight” She confessed, you just nodding your head. “Nope, I flew in late last night.” “And why are you- oh my god” She blushed, “She slept over, what else did I expect” She laughed, “We’re leaving in 20 minuets, you both better be ready” She stated, finally leaving the room.

Zach; Zach’s alarm waking you up, you turn towards Zach, snuggling into his chest, struggling for warmpth. Zach propped himself up on this shoulder, using his free arm to draw random figures along your arm, causing you to finally open your eyes. “So?” Zach chuckled, you both not breaking eye contact. “So?” You both said nothing, just staring into each others eyes, until you where interrupted by Reece. “Zach, Mom wanted me to tell you-” You both turned towards her, trying to cover yourself up as much as possible. She just stops in her tracts, before turning and running out of Zach’s rom, calling for her mom down the hall. “Well that’s a way to wake up” Zach chuckled, giving you a quick kiss on the neck, seconds later, Myta walking in, completely oblivious to you and Zach. 

“So, I was thinking you could we-” Finally noticing you and Zach tangled up in the covers. “You didn-” Myta exclaimed, raising a brow at you both. You and Zach exchanged a glance, before Zach looked back to his mother, not saying a word. “Zachary Dean” She exclaimed, tossing the button down shirt she had in her hands on you and Zach “Well that was quite the way to wake up” Zach chuckled, you hitting him on the shoulder, before getting off the bed and starting to get dressed.

a/n: another preference! I actually got this idea when I was drifting off to sleep last night, and thought it would be a really good idea, so I wrote it down, and of course, didn’t go to bed for like 2 more hours :’). and, as always, feel free to leave feedback/requests here :)

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Short Corbyn Imagines ;

- Imagine Corbyn turning to face you, smiling, and then taking a million pictures of you to keep them for when he had to go on tour. - Imagine being cuddled up close to him, the dark of a quiet room and him not being able to take his eyes off you despite a movie playing. - Imagine chocolate milk dates, Corbyn having a chocolate moustache that you lean over the table to wipe off for him, hearing "Thank you, my love." with a smile. - Imagine butterfly kisses, laughing against your skin and then pulling you down to lay on top of him. - Imagine him chasing you out of a room after you eavesdrop on him recording a song, attacking you with tickles. - Imagine Corbyn picking you up, spinning you around and supporting you up with his hands under your thighs, your hands lacing his neck.

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toes (i swear this isn’t based around foot fetishes, no shade tho) ~ daniel seavey

a/n: major swearing like wow oh my goodness gracious please prepare yourself for the amount of swear words that are about to be typed into my keyboard i’m so sorry

“holy fuck shit dick! jesus christ! ow!” i screamed, holding my foot and jumping up and down, my voice echoing off of the walls of the why don’t we kitchen. 

“what happened?!” daniel asking, running into the room and sliding across the wood floor because of his socks. he tapped my shoulder once i didn’t look up at him from my fetal position ball on the kitchen floor.

“you good?” he repeated. 

“no,” i shook my head while continuing to hold my foot. 

“what the hell?” jonah asked, coming into the room while rubbing his eyes. he had undoubtedly just woken up, which is understandable since it was quite early. i pulled an all nighter last night so i have been up the whole time and i am realizing now that it was very inconsiderate of me to start screaming this early in the morning. to be honest, i didn’t surprise me that daniel was awake since he is an early bird, but jonah is the soundest sleeper of all time and the fact that i woke him up is saying something. 

“aw i’m so sorry, jonah!” i exclaimed as soon as i saw him in the doorway. “i didn’t mean to wake you up!”

“you’re chill, it’s gucci,” he grumbled, walking to the fridge and grabbing the carton of chocolate milk and drinking straight from it. “so what just happened?” he asked as soon as he put the cap back on the chocolate milk and returned it to the fridge. 

“that’s what i’m wondering,” daniel added, lifting himself up onto the counter and resting his head on his hands as he stared at me in anticipation for a response. 

“i stubbed my toe on the leg of the chair,” i mumbled while rising from the ground. 

“i’m sorry, love. can you repeat that?” jonah asked tauntingly. 

“I STUBBED MY TOE ON THE LEG OF THE CHAIR!” i repeated, half yelling, not really planning on waking up the rest of the boys. i’m not about to be held responsible for them all being in awful moods today. 

“alright, well. good luck with your toe. i’m going back to sleep,” jonah half smiled, walking back towards the stairs. 

“thanks. pray for my toe!” i called out as he left the room. 

“i will!” he replied. 

“okay babe seriously,” daniel smiled at me, climbing off of the counter top and walking towards me. he then backed me up against the nearest wall and put his hands on either side of my body. 

“i can distract you from the pain in your toe. ya know, if ya want,” he taunted, his face so close to mine that i swear i felt his lips brush against mine somewhere in the middle of his sentence. 

i was at a loss for words, my eyes not leaving his as i was taking in everything. my hot boyfriend had me pinned against the wall and my toe is in excruciating pain but the toe can wait, goddamnit. i smirked before pressing my lips to his soft ones in a passionate kiss. 

“oh good god!” jonah screeched from the doorway. “i just forgot my chocolate milk!” jonah groaned, grabbing the carton of chocolate milk and bringing it with him. “god, i leave these kids for a minute,” he mumbled to himself as he shook his head and walked out of the room yet again. 

“my toe hurts,” i whined to daniel. he rolled his eyes before tackling me to the couch and attacking me in tickles, completely distracting me from my toe. 

this boy. god, i love him. 

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guys can be dicks ~ zach herron

a/n: lowkey the first part of this is inspired by something that is currently happening to one of my friends but they worked it out so it’s all good

i love zach, i really do, but sometimes he can be a complete and utter dick. all guys can be, but recently zach has just been being terrible. not terrible to the point where i want to break up with him or anything like that, it’s just i wanna smack some sense into him but i don’t know how to do it nicely. 

here, let me explain what zach has been doing lately. 

he has hardly been texting me, which i know sounds like no big deal, but we are either always texting or always hanging out, and since he has been ignoring me in person as well, even when i’m at his house, texting is the least he could do. but no. when i am at his house, i come over to hang out with him. however, when he is always on his phone or giving me little to know response when i talk to him, i just go and hang out with the other guys. don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with hanging out with all of them, but i really just want some quality time with my boyfriend, ya feel?

it is almost like he doesn’t even want to associate himself with me anymore. he used to always post pictures of me or tweet about me, and no, i am not trying to sound like that is all i want out of a relationship, but he used to, well i don’t know. he would sorta show me off i guess, and now that he’s not doing that, it makes me feel like he is ashamed to have me. 

maybe i’m overreacting, but this has really taken a toll on me emotionally. don’t even get me started on my anxiety. when i even get the slightest idea that someone may not like me, i flip out and have a full blown panic attack. this is not because i expect everyone to love me, it’s just that i don’t want anybody to hate me. 

so, currently, i am sitting in my room in complete darkness, having an anxiety attack and crying my eyes out. naturally, i want to talk to somebody about this, zach was my first instinct, but he will not talk to me, so he is out of the question. normally, i would go to christina, but her and corbyn are on a date currently, so i am left with texting the first boy’s contact that i see, which just happens to be jack’s. 

me - hey, sorry to bother you but i’m kinda freaking out. could you maybe come over?

after sending this text, i put my phone face down on the bed and started to regulate my breathing between sobs. zach is the best thing that has ever happened to me and if i lose him, i don’t know what i will do. i know this sounds cliche, but he is my everything. if i didn’t have him, i would have probably accidentally walked in front of a bus by now. as my breathing is gradually starting to speed up for some unknown reason, my phone vibrates. 

noodles - of course. i’ll be there in eight minutes, tops.

i smiled the best i could considering my circumstances at how sweet he always is to me. i swear to god that boy is a gift from heaven above. 

five minutes have passed and i have gotten the tears to stop and the breathing to slow down. however, my heart is still beating out of my chest. just then, i hear my front door open harshly and i sigh in relief, happy that jack is finally here as a shoulder to cry on and an ear to vent to. i stand up out of bed, wrapping a blanket around me as i do so and i begin to walk towards the stairs to greet jack. but when i get there, i see something that i would have never expected to see. 

zach, storming towards me and jack, talking to my parents, most likely trying to explain this situation to the best of his abilities. before i could even react, zach is standing right in front of me. he didn’t even notice me standing there until he was less than three feet from my face. he was staring at the ground as he ran up my quite lengthy stairs. we maintained eye contact for a few seconds before he brushed past me, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into my room behind him, not bothering to shut the door. 

‘zach, wha-” i start before i am harshly cut off. 

“why would you ask jack to come over and not me? do you like him better than me? i thought that we were supposed to always stick together! goddamnit, y/n! what’s been going on with you, lately?” he fumed. 

“i-i-” i stuttered before being cut off yet again but this time by jack. he barged through the door before exploding with word vomit. 

“i’m sorry, y/n. i know that you just wanted to talk but as i was leaving the house zach said he wanted to come and he jumped in the car and i wanted to get here as fast as i could so i didn’t bother trying to get him back inside. i’m so, so sorry,” he said in the fasted voice i’ve ever heard someone talk. 

“i swear to god, jack! you’ve already done enough!” zach shouted, roughly pushing him out my bedroom door before slamming it hard enough to rattle the walls. zach paced back and forth in front of the door before i heard what sounded like jack trying to explain, yet again, what was happening to my parents. 

“why the hell-” zach begun, cutting himself short before basically growling, for lack of better word. “i just don’t get it! why on earth would you do something like this!?” 

“i don’t know what you-” i spoke again. good lord, he is just not in the mood to let me talk tonight, is he. 

“no! i don’t want any excuses!” zach yelled, throwing his arms in the air. out of instinct, i flinched, stepping back a bit and raising my hands up in the slightest motion. right after i did that, my eyes widened, surprised by my own actions. 

“oh, no no no no no,” zach whispered, his voice and eyes simultaneously becoming a lot softer. “baby, i would never,” he said in the most innocent and pure voice i’ve ever heard. he enveloped me in a huge hug and it felt really good. i haven’t had any physical contact with him for the longest time and it felt good to be in his arms again. 

“please don’t be scared of me. i promise i would never do anything like he used to,” zach spoke into my ear, referring to my last boyfriend. i nodded, nuzzling my face into his neck, trying to soak up the moment in fear that it might be ripped out of my grasp just like it had been before. 

“let’s talk about this tomorrow, but for now let’s just cuddle, alright?” zach confirmed with me. i nodded and we parted only to walk to my bed. once we were both situated and wrapped up in each other’s arms, the door creaked open. 

“aw, lovebirds,” jack smiled before closing the door and leaving. my eyes started to get droopy so i closed them. i missed this. being tangled in each other. i missed his scent. i missed everything about him. 

“i love you,” were the last words that i heard that night, and the next morning, i woke up to the absolute most beautiful sight. something i want to wake up to every morning for the rest of my life. my boyfriend, sleeping peacefully, his face just centimeters from mine. 

i needed this. i love this. 

a/n: k soo this was weird af, long af, and probably confusing af but its whatever, i’m posting it anyways. 

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1-800-273-8255 ~ jonah marais

warning: mentions of suicide. i am in no way trying to poke fun at people who are dealing with depression, anxiety, or any other sort of illness. trust me, i know what you are going through and i know that it can be incredibly tough and if you ever need anybody to rant to or to just be there for you, i will always be there. 

***

“i’m going to go to the bathroom,” i whispered in a barely audible whisper, interrupting zach from telling a funny story about what logan texted him. 

“uh- okay, jonah. have fun?” daniel laughed. i faked a small smile before walking up the slightly spiraled staircase, making my way to the bathroom. i shut and locked the door behind me once i got in, not even bothering to turn on the light. i spun on my left leg so my back slammed into the wall across from the mirror. i looked at myself in the dirty mirror. i could hardly see my face considering how dark it was in the room, but i could tell that i looked terrible. my hair was a complete and utter mess, there were incredibly dark circles under my eyes. 

jack had asked why i looked like i had just crawled out of a sewer when i first woke up, but my excuse was that i had stayed up on live all night and hadn’t got a wink of sleep. that story was partially true, considering i had not gotten any sleep at all, but the part about me going live was a lie. i had been sitting in my dark bedroom all night, staring at the wall thinking horrible thoughts. 

i was thinking about the worst things that could come to mind. and yes, as much as i don’t want to admit it, i thought about taking my own life. not only had i thought about it, but i had a plan to go through with it. 

i stared at myself in the mirror for an unhealthy amount of time before lunging forward and pulling open the cupboard under the sink that i shared with daniel. i ruffled through it, looking for something, anything, that i could take that would allow me to finally be done with all of the pain. 

then, i saw it. the small, yellow bottle of some sort of prescription medication that corbyn had. i didn’t even bother reading the label, but i just assumed that since they had been prescribed that taking all of the remainders at once would do it for me. i struggled to open the bottle, and just when i thought i almost had it, i heard footsteps climbing up the stairs. i stopped in my tracks, losing all the progress on opening the bottle that i thought i had gained. 

on any normal day, i would have been able to open this bottle, easy. but since i haven’t been eating much and have stopped working out, i had lost a large amount of the muscle that i had once had. 

“um, jonah? you good in there, bro?” i heard zach’s innocent voice ask. i felt a tear hit my lips at the sound of his voice. it would be the last time that i would ever hear it.

i decided on not replying to him, since i knew that i would never be able to find the right words. even if i were just to say something like ‘i’ll be out in a minute’ i knew my voice would have cracked and he would have suspected something. i stared at the plain white door and at zach’s feet that were hardly visible through the crack under the door. i then looked back to the bottle in my hands and went back to trying to open it. 

“jonah? why is the light off?” zach asked. i stopped again, trying to think of what to say. 

“jonah? you’re worrying me. please answer me. are you okay?” zach whispered again. 

“no,” i muttered, my voice cracking in between. i put all of my strength into opening this bottle but it was no use. zach must have heard me struggling, which clearly would have confused him but i think what really worried him was the loud sob that escaped my lips. 

“guys! please come help! i think jonah needs us!” i heard zach call out as he relentlessly slammed his fist against the door to the bathroom. 

“please, jonah!” zach screamed. i didn’t know that he would ever catch on to my plans until it was done and over with. but i guess now that he was in the situation, he realized how unhappy i had been lately. i gave up on the goddamn pills and threw them into the empty bathtub before slamming the cupboards back open and shuffling through them for something else to use. 

“jonah!” i heard one of the others call out once they had all gotten upstairs. i couldn’t make out who’s voice it was like i usually could since there was a loud ringing in my ears, my head was pounding and my vision blurry from all the tears pouring down my face. 

“jonah! if you don’t open this door i am going to fucking break it!” i heard one of the scream. i did not reply. i didn’t really even process what was being yelled at me, i was just looking for a razor or another bottle or anything like that. 

the next thing i know, the door is ripped from the hinges. maybe they unscrewed it or something, i don’t know, but the door is now gone. however, i continued looking. 

“jonah, please,” i heard another one of them mutter as i was pushed away from and cabinet by daniel. he sat on top of my chest and pinned me down, trying to restrain me from doing anything else. 

“oh my god,” corbyn muttered when he saw the pills in the bathtub. i lifted my head up a bit to see zach with his head buried into jack’s chest, crying. everything went incredibly blurry and two of the final things i heard were ‘call 911!’ and zach’s sobs. then, everything went black. 

a/n: sorry guys, that was really sad but i was just in the mood, i guess.

comment or reblog whether or not you want a part two, and again, if ya’ll need anything, i’m here. ily :))

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badass ~ jonah marais

a/n: i don’t know if this is a zach herron or jonah marais imagine, but i’m just gonna go with jonah loll

“why do you always look so cute?” jonah sweetly commented, looking down at me from the position he was in. if you know jonah, like, at all, you know that he is the cuddliest person you will ever meet, next to me. we are both such touchy feely people and whenever we are at home, we are cuddling. it’s just a fact. 

just as i was about to respond, i was cut off by screaming coming from behind the door that leads to the kitchen. i looked up at jonah questioningly to see he looked just as confused as i did. we sat there for a second, both of us trying to pick up on the conversation that was going on behind closed doors. 

“get out of my house!” we heard zach shout. after that, we heard a bit of bickering. loud, bickering. jonah pushed me off of him lightly, standing up and walking to the kitchen but grabbing my hand and taking me with him so that we were still attached. 

“we aren’t dating anymore, melody! we were over a long time ago! please, leave!” zach screamed. oh, melody. melody is zach’s crazy ex girlfriend. they didn’t date that long, maybe a month or so, but melody made sure to milk the relationship and the breakup. 

zach met melody at one of his shows in idaho. she is pretty, and she was sweet, but that was all an act. zach soon discovered that melody was just using zach for the attention. she then began to get very clingy, overprotective, and she didn’t trust zach in the slightest. all of the other guys and i saw the flaw in the relationship, but for some reason, zach didn’t. it was like she brainwashed him into thinking that she was some perfect angel. 

she would come over and take a few pictures of him, post them with a cute caption, and then ignore him for the rest of the evening. she would take his money and treat herself to a shopping spree with it. she would yell at zach for doing nothing. she was just all around always very bitchy towards zach. this obviously concerned all of us, but we didn’t want to step in until she turned her back on all of us. 

she wouldn’t let zach hang out with christina or i anymore, even though we are two of his best friends. she hardly let zach hang out with the guys, even, which is crazy considering they are in a band together. 

finally, after a week or two of trying to open zach’s eyes to this toxic relationship, it clicked for him. he suddenly realized that she was terrible. i have no idea why he didn’t realize it sooner, but i’m just glad he finally processed it. 

jonah pressed his ear against the door, trying to listen in as best he could and pulled me behind him, still holding my hand incase the door were to swing open so i wasn’t right in the way. 

“i swear to god melody if you get one step closer to me i’m calling the cops,” zach warned. 

“try me,” she taunted in her venomous voice. we heard rustling around and that is when jonah decided to go in.

“stay here, alright?” he confirmed with me before he walked in the door and more yelling started. 

“melody, i think it’s time for you to go,” jonah told her in the calmest voice possible. just as he said that, corbyn walked down the stairs. 

“what’s all that about?” corbyn asked, motioning to the kitchen. 

“melody,” is all i had to say before he knew exactly what i was talking about. melody had her own key made to the house and would straight up walk in at any time of day, or night. she acted like her and zach were still together. it got to the point where zach is considering filing a restraining order, no joke. just as i heard melody scream jonah’s name, i turned around and walked right though the door. she isn’t about to get away with saying shit to jonah. not when i’m here. 

“i told you to stay there,” jonah said. i shrugged before leaning my back against the counter behind me as if nothing was happening. i wrapped my arm around jonah’s waist before asking a simple question. 

“what’s happening here?” i asked, raising an eyebrow at melody. 

“nothing that concerns you,” melody scoffed. 

“oh, really? cause i’m pretty sure i heard you say my boyfriend’s name. and since he is my boyfriend, i think that concerns me. ya know, just a little bit,” i sassed. i could feel jonah smirking at me. he always loved when i got all sassy and protective over him, i don’t know why. 

“i was just trying to ask zach a simple question but it seemed to have escalated,” melody claimed innocently. 

“hmm,” i hummed. “well, i don’t care what the intentions were, i’m gonna have to ask you to get out,” i smiled at her. 

“no thanks,” she smiled back. melody and i had some back blood ever since she tried hitting on jonah, so we don’t get along too well as you can probably tell. 

“funny,” i mumbled, pushing myself of the counter and unraveling myself from jonah’s grip. before melody could process what was happening, i had one hand on her shoulder, the other holding both of her hands as i pushed her towards the door. 

“bye bye now!” i called out as i shut the door and locked it behind her. 

“her purse is here,” zach laughed. i walked over to it, opening it and taking the key out that was painted red with white hearts over it. assuming it was the key to the house, i took it out and put it in my pocket. 

“she isn’t getting back in here anytime soon,” i smiled, putting the purse back down on the table. 

“thanks,” zach told me as i walked towards the door that led back to the living room. 

“you’re welcome,” i smiled, pushing through the door and plopping down in my previous spot on the couch. 

“god,” jonah groaned as he sat down next to me, wrapping his arms around me, his face just inches from mine. “you’re such a badass. i love it,” he whispered before connecting my lips to his incredibly soft ones. i told you, he loves when i do stuff like that. 

a/n: wtf was this idek but i just wrote whatever came to mind i guess :/ 

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[boomboomboomwayhoo]

game night ~ jonah marais

just as i finished throwing my hair up into a messy bun, my phone dinged for the second time in five minutes. i walked over to my bed and picked it up, seeing that it was jonah who had been texting me. 

jonah: baby, are you sure i should come tonight? 

jonah: i feel like i’m getting all up in your family’s business by coming and that’s the last thing i want to do :(

i rolled my eyes at how clueless jonah is to how much my family loves him. my parents love him because he makes me happy. my two little sisters love him because he plays with them all the time. and my little brother loves him because he looks up to him as a literal god. 

me: please come? it will make me so happy! pleeeeaaaseeee? 

jonah: if it’ll make you happy i’ll be there

jonah: see you in fifteen minutes, baby cakes

me: alright <3

i smiled and threw my phone back onto my bed before walking over to my closet to find an outfit to wear. i’m not trying to impress my family, nor jonahso i decided on a pair of black leggings and a black rolling stones crop top. i threw this on before walking to my dresser and shuffling through my sock drawer so my feet didn’t freeze. my feet are always cold and i have no idea why. i pulled out a set of mismatch socks because they were the first ones i saw. one had donuts and the other had cats farting rainbows. 

by this time jonah should be here any minute so i decided to head downstairs. i adjusted by messy bun before grabbing my phone off of the bed and heading downstairs. just as anticipated, the doorbell rang as soon as my foot hit the bottom of the staircase. all three siblings knew he was coming but elsie and jenny were the only ones who sprinted to the door. charlie stayed invested in his call of duty game.

backstory on my family... i have two little sisters who are five and seven. jenny is five and elsie is seven. i then have a fourteen year old brother named charlie. my mom’s name is allison and my dad’s name is david. jonah is real close to my family so he has no problem with being completely open with them.

“jonah!” jenny and elise screeched when they saw him in the doorway with two bouquets of flowers. 

“hey, baby,” he smiled, reaching over my siblings to give me one of the bouquets of flowers and to plant a kiss on my forehead, causing me to blush immensely. 

“eww!” elsie and jenny shouted, causing jonah and i to both start cracking up. jonah squatted down and picked up jenny, placing her on his hip. he winked at me as he walked past me and towards the kitchen to where my parents are.

“hey,” charlie mumbled when jonah walked past him, earning a smile from jonah in response. charlie tried to act cool but i could tell he was excited that jonah was here. they get along super well. 

 i watched him walk and smiled ear to ear. the fact that him and my family get along so well makes me fall more and more in love with him with each passing day. i followed him into the kitchen and rested my chin on his shoulder as he was talking with my mom. 

“these are for you, allison,” jonah smiled, holding out the flowers to my mom. once she took them, he swung his arm behind his back and spread his fingers, indicating me wanted me to intertwine our fingers, which i did. 

“aw, sweetie,” she awed. “they’re beautiful!” she turned to put them in a vase of water. 

“oh! could you put mine in a vase too?” i asked once i realized what she was doing. she took them from me and jonah put jenny down and she ran over to the couch along with elise to sit with charlie. 

“i missed you,” he whispered once they had all run off and nobody was paying attention to us anymore. 

“i missed you too,” i replied, leaning in and connecting our lips. i know that i saw jonah yesterday but i already missed his lips. the softness, the warmth, everything. i could kiss him forever. 

“yo, jonah!” we heard charlie call out, causing us to pull away from each other reluctantly. jonah kept his eyes on my lips for a moment before whipping his head around. 

“yeah, bud?” he asked, walking towards the couch and leading me by his hand. 

“wanna play call of duty with me?” charlie asked. 

“heck yes!” jonah exclaimed, kissing your hand then dropping it before sliding onto the couch next to your brother. you were just watching them as they got more and more into the game, completely blocking out their surroundings. 

“y/n!” elise whisper yelled. i raised my eyebrow at her as i was of asking what she wanted. “come here!” she whispered again. jenny had lost herself in her stuffed animals so i left her side, shooting one more loving glance at jonah before walking in the direction that elise did. 

“what’s up?” i asked, crossing my arms and putting all my weight onto one leg. 

“do you love jonah?” she asked suddenly. i was taken aback. jonah and i had never said those words to each other. however, we have been dating for quite a while and i have been wanting to tell him that i do love him for a few weeks. 

“i do,” i nodded. elise gasped and made a run for the living room. i tried to stop her but i couldn’t. once i got there she was already leaned over the back of the couch and whispering into jonah’s ear. when she pulled away, giggling, he looked up at me and smiled. he stood up and walked over to me and pulled me into a huge hug. 

“i love you too,” he whispered into my ear, sending chills down my spine. he kissed below my ear before pulling away. 

“monopoly or life?” my mom asked, walking into the room, holding both games in her hands. 

“monopoly,” we all mumbled before bursting into a fit of laughter. 

i want to spend the rest if my life with this boy.

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[boomboomboomwayhoo]

i need you ~ corbyn besson

a/n: this is going to be told from christina’s pov incase you get confused lolll

my phone continued to ding but i chose to ignore it until i couldn’t stand it anymore. once i finally put my laptop aside, i picked up my phone to see that i had three snapchats from some of my best friends in the area and two texts from corbyn. obviously i answered the texts first since he is my boyfriend and i miss him terribly. also, i have to take advantage of whenever he texts me because his schedule is always packed so we hardly ever have time to talk anymore, but we make it work. 

corbyn: hey baby :)

corbyn: i have a break right now so i thought i’d text you. i have about ten minutes left on break. wanna facetime?

he had sent that six minutes ago. great. now he only has four minutes of a break but i decided to call him anyways. the phone rang three times before his gorgeous face popped up onto my screen. 

“hey! you look cute!” he exclaimed, happily. i smiled a bit but for some reason, no words would come out of my mouth. i just sat there and stared at him as his eyebrows began to furrow in confusion as to why i hadn’t said a word for the entire minute that we have been facetiming. 

“um, babe?” he questioned. i shook my head slightly, snapping myself out of my thoughts. 

“i’m so sorry. what were you saying?” i asked.

“are you okay?” he asked but interrupted me before i could respond. “actually, i know you’re not. the better question is what’s wrong?”

“i-i just realized how much i miss you now that i see your face,” i sighed, nto taking my eyes off of his perfect lips. 

“aw, christina,” he awed. “i’ll see you next month, remember? i’m coming to visit you!” he exclaimed, trying to get me excited but it clearly wasn’t working. 

“no,” i shook my head. 

“what do you mean?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“that’s too long. i need you here now,” i spoke in a completely monotone voice. it was as if i was in a trance. i didn’t even know what was coming out of my mouth, i just let it flow i guess. 

“i know. i want to be there now too but-” he begun. 

“no, corbyn!” i interrupted him. “you don’t understand!” his eyes widened at my unusual outburst. “i’m so stressed right now with uploading and family and hate and,” i spoke hurriedly. 

“what do you mean, ‘hate?’” corbyn asked me. 

“well, some of your fans haven’t been being as nice as they could be lately,” i informed him but i moved on quickly. i could tell that he was angry but he just wanted to let me talk i’m assuming since he didn’t say anything else. 

“i also have a paper due on monday and all i want todo right now is be running around that goddamn battlefield with you and making more memories! i want to cuddle, i want to watch the office with you, i want to be with you corbyn. i want you to be here with me right now,” i said. 

“okay, baby,” he nodded. “i’m supposed to be going to a meeting in about a minute but i can try to dip out. i want you to turn off your laptop and put it on your desk, alright?” corbyn said, instructing me on what to do as the facetime continued. 

“wait! you can’t ditch a meeting for me!” i exclaimed, that realization hitting me. 

“i can and i am. go put your laptop away, please.” i stood up and did as he said. “you’re already ready for bed, right?” he asked to which i nodded once i was back in the frame of the camera. “okay. i want you to turn your light off and climb into bed, alright, sweetie?” he told me to which i obliged. 

“i’m in bed,” i whispered after i actually was. 

“i really want you to get a good night’s sleep tonight. alright?” he confirmed with me as i was dozing off. 

“will you please sing to me?” i mumbled as i was just falling asleep. 

“of course,” he replied and i could hear the smile in his tone of voice as he began to sing one of my favorite songs by shawn mendes, roses. 

somehow, corbyn managed to completely wash away all my worries. before we facetimed i was truly about to have a panic attack from all of the constant stress in my life but just his face made it seem like everything else had vanished. his voice was so perfect it shook me to the core every time i heard it. i’m so lucky that this is what i get to fall asleep to. 

“hmm” i hummed as i felt someone touching my face all over. but, my dumbass didn’t realize right away that those were indeed kisses being peppered all over my face rather than soft pokes. my eyes shot right open when i realized that the only person who would be kissing me in corbyn. 

“well look who’s finally awake,” corbyn chuckled as i sat up quickly and wrapped my arms around his neck. he put his hands under my thighs and lifted me onto his lap so that it was more comfortable for the both of us. 

“i know i’m dreaming but i’m just gonna take advantage of this,” i mumbled into corbyn’s neck as i pulled at the roots of his hair but not hard enough to hurt, just enough so that i could wrap my fingers around it and enjoy the softness of it. whenever i did this he always said that it relaxed him, so it just became a normal thing for me to do whenever i had the opportunity.  

“it’s not a dream, baby girl. i’m really here,” he smiled, pulling away so we were face to face. 

“you didn’t have to come,” i whispered as it dawned on me what he had just done for me. last night he was in another state, in nonstop meetings and shoots and rehearsals and now he is here just for me. 

“i know i didn’t,” he whispered back. “i wanted to.” a huge smile creeped it’s way onto my face at how adorable he was. 

“please don’t leave,” i mumbled into his chest again. 

“not planning on it, sweetheart.”

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[boomboomboomwayhoo]

parents ~ daniel seavey

i woke up to the sound of the most perfect laugh i’ve ever heard in my life. i could recognize who it belonged to from miles away. it was daniel’s. i rolled over in my bed and rewrapped myself in my blankets but shot up when i processed the fact that daniel is in my house currently and i’m still sleeping. i rolled out of bed reluctantly but knowing i had to and walked over to the mirror to tackle my appearance before going downstairs to be greeted by what i already knew would be my boyfriend. 

i could be imagining things since there is no logical explanation for why he would be here right now, but i’m nearly positive that he is here. i rubbed my eyes in the mirror and then wiped under them to remove all of the mascara that had flaked off of my eyes in my sleep. as much as i wanted to put on makeup before going downstairs, i fought the urge. daniel always had said that i looked better without it anyways. i thought my outfit was fine even though it was pajamas so that just left me with my hair. 

i took it out of it’s previous messy bun and threw it into a new one so it looked just a bit more put together. i grabbed my blanket and wrapped it around me like a cape and held my phone in my left hand as i walked down the stairs. with each step, i became more and more positive that it was daniel who was in my living room. 

the second my foot touched the floorboard at the very bottom of the stairs, all heads turned to me. and by all, i mean my mom’s, my dad’s, and daniel’s. 

“hey baby!” he exclaimed, jumping out of his seat on the couch and came over to me. he enveloped me into a huge hug and i returned it.

“what are you doing here?” i whispered mid hug. 

“what? who said i can’t just come over to my girlfriend’s house to hang out with her parents?” he asked jokingly. 

“it’s fine but like...why?” i asked again. 

“well good morning to you too, hunny,” my mom joked from the couch that was placed to the left of the one that daniel and i were now situated on. 

“good morning,” i smiled before turning my attention back to daniel. 

“i came over to take you out on a surprise date but i forgot that you aren’t an early bird like me so you were still asleep and i didn’t want to drive all the way back home so i just decided to chill here for a while,” he explained. 

“how long have you been here?” i asked. 

“he’s only been here for a little over than an hour,” my dad spoke. my eyes widened. 

“good lord, an hour? what did you guys do that whole time?”

“cool it with the questions, babe. we were just talking,” daniel smiled at me, exposing the tooth gap that i had always loved. daniel and i got lost in each other’s eyes to the point where we weren’t even talking. neither was anybody else. or maybe they were and we were just tuning them out. 

“that’s our queue to go!” my mom called, leaping up and dragging my dad along with her. “have fun, kids!”

“not too much,” my dad joked as he was dragged out the front door to god knows where. 

“did you seriously talk to them for an hour?” i laughed. 

“i did. you know i love them!” he told me. 

“i love you,” i sighed after a moment of taking in and memorizing his features. 

“i love you too,” he whispered, pulling me closer to his warm body. our legs soon became tangled with one another’s and let’s just say that neither of us got off of the couch that day. 

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[boomboomboomwayhoo]

a/n: please do not read if you are sensitive to mentions of abuse, mentions of self harm and mentions of suicide. if this imagine isn’t for you, i’ll be hitting you with another one soon, i promise :) 

“babe,” i chuckled, squeezing daniel’s hand just a bit tighter as i could tell that he was incredibly nervous. we have been parked in my grandparents’ driveway for a few minutes now and he has been stalling and rambling and he refuses to unbuckle his seatbelt. 

“you’re going to be fine. they’re going to love you just as much as i do!” i assured him. “i mean, why wouldn’t they love you? you have the cutest little tooth gap i’ve ever seen, you have gorgeous eyes, you have good style, you’re incredibly respectful, and best of all... you love me. that’s all that my grandparents want. my brother likes you, they will too. i promise.” by the end of my little speech, daniel was blushing majorly. 

“god, i love you,” he mumbled, putting his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me into a passionate kiss. we stayed like that for a minute or so, our lips moulding together perfectly. i could have stayed there forever but i knew that we should probably go into the house. 

here’s a bit of the backstory on our current situation. i live with my grandparents because neither of my parents are really in the picture anymore. my dad used to abuse my mom when i was younger, and i’m not gonna lie, it scarred me for life. i’ll never be able to forget it. my dad was a monster and my mom stood strong, defending both my older brother and i from the beast that we referred to as our father. 

after years of my mom being beaten for no reason, being both mentally and physically abused, she couldn’t take it anymore. and i couldn’t blame her. the things that i saw were horrific. when i was young, i would always tell her to just take my brother and i and we could run away but she never did it. it had always confused me until just a few years ago when i realized that the reason she never left was because she knew it would only make it worse. my dad had hit my brother a couple of times but he never laid a hand on me. he tried, but my brother would say things like ‘don’t hit her. hit me’ and then he would. 

it was an awful mess of a childhood that i never want anybody to experience. like i was saying, my mom couldn’t take it anymore. one morning when my dad was off at work, she dropped my brother and i off at my grandparents house. then, she told us that she was going to go grocery shopping and that she would be back in a few hours. she didn’t come back. that was the last that i ever saw of my mother. i remember my grandma telling me the next morning that my mom’s dead body had been found in her car somewhere in the woods. i’m not going to get too into it, but let’s just say that she did take her own life in that car and it was not on accident.

my grandparents tried to take my brother and i back to our dad but my brother, who was about eight at the time, two years older than me, he protested, he told them everything and my grandpa called the cops immediately. he reported the abuse and before we knew it, our dad was taken into custody by the county jail and was sentenced to twenty years in prison. he was sentenced for mental abuse, physical abuse, homicide, and possession of drug paraphernalia. it was a mess. that’s how i ended up here with my grandparents. i am eighteen years old and have seen more than what most people will see in their entire lifetime. my brother, who is now twenty moved out last year and is engaged to a woman that i love dearly. i’m happy for him and his relationship and he is mine. 

daniel knows about this entire story. that’s one of the reasons why he thought it was about time that he met my grandparents after we have been together for a year. he has met my brother, as i mentioned but he was always really nervous to meet my grandparents. daniel was my first real boyfriend and he didn’t want to mess up his first impression. 

here we are, now standing on the front porch, hand in hand. he insisted on knocking since it is apparently a more respectful thing to do even though i live here. honestly, i think it’s kinda cute how he is so freaked out about this. his hands are sweating and he has wiped them on his black skinny jeans more times than i can count. while we have been waiting for them to answer the door he has been tapping his white vans against the dirty concrete to some random beat and he has been pulling on the bottom of his flannel with the hand that is not gripping tightly to mine. 

“breathe,” i chuckled just as the door was swung open by my grandma. 

“hunny, why didn’t you just walk in?” my grandma laughed, pushing open the screen door to let us in. 

“i don’t know. ask daniel,” i replied to which he blushed. before daniel said a word, he pulled off his white vans and left them on the front porch. he then stepped in the door and shut both the screen door and the main door behind him. 

“it’s lovely to meet you, mrs. y/l/n,” he smiled, sticking out his hand so that she could shake it. 

“you as well, sweetie. ah, you’re just so gosh darn cute!” she exclaimed, patting his shoulder before slowly making her way towards the bottom of the stairs. 

“benjamin! come down here, will you!” she called up the stairs. “y/n’s boyfriend is here!” she winked towards us. we were both seated on the couch, his arm wrapped around my shoulder comfortably. 

“oh, hello there, son!” my grandpa exclaimed as he made his way down the short staircase. daniel jumped up to greet him. 

“it’s great to meet you, sir,” daniel said, shaking his hand and making me smile. i love how respectful he is towards everyone i care about and i love it more than anything. 

“great to meet you too, daniel,” my grandpa smiled, shaking his hand and walking towards his designated chair that he always sat in. he plopped down in the chair and my grandma on the couch to the left of him. daniel made his way back to his original spot and placed his arm back around my shoulder, allowing me to snuggle into him as we all talked with one another. 

daniel talked to my grandparents for the longest time. by the end of the night, they knew everything there was to know about each other. even some baby pictures of me were pulled out, making my face go red instantly. 

“aw, baby,” daniel fonded. “you were so cute. still are, don’t get me wrong but look at this! how cute were you!” he exclaimed the last part as more of a statement than a question. 

before we knew it, it was nearly midnight and they were still chatting away. 

“well, i think i’m going to hit the hay,” my grandpa sighed, standing up and saying his goodbyes to daniel before heading up the stairs. 

“you can stay the night here if you want to, daniel,” my grandma smiled before heading up the stairs. 

“thank you!” he exclaimed, now much more comfortable with them and the house in general. 

“of course! you’re welcome here anytime you want,” she smiled before heading up the stairs. 

“goodnight grandma,” i called. she said her goodnights to daniel and i before we heard their bedroom door close. 

“you see? that wasn’t so bad, was it?” i asked daniel. 

“you were right. i really like them,” he smiled, exposing his tooth gap. 

“good,” i said, standing on my tip toes to plant a kiss on his cheek before i took his hand and lead him to my room that was on the bottom floor. 

“i’m so happy that you guys get along,” i whispered as i sprinkled kisses all over his collarbone.  

“me too” he replied, planting a kiss on my forehead as i fell asleep.

see. i told you they would get along. 

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[boomboomboomwayhoo]

drunk ~ jonah marais

“jonah, dude,” jack laughed, pulling him from the group that he was previously standing in.

“what’s up?” jonah asked, swaying back and forth a bit from the amount of alcohol he had consumed.

“you should you sit down for a bit,” he suggested.

“why?” jonah asked, furrowing his eyebrows and taking another swig of whatever was in his cup.

“you’re drunk, man,” jack chuckled, leading him over to a corner in the corner of the living room of the house we were at. “here, uh,” jack stuttered. “sit here and-uh-play with the dog,” jack instructed before walking back over to the girl he had perviously been talking to.

“i’m not that drunk, am i, bud?” jonah asked, looking down at the white lab and rubbing his head. “am not!” he gasped at the response that was never even said. he then proceeded to laugh to himself for whatever reason.

“mhm, you’re such a good boy. you really are!” jonah exclaimed to the dog that had somehow ended up on his lap even though he was far from a lapdog.

“you good bro?” corbyn asked, walking up to jonah with zach on his heels.

“take the survey,” zach added, laughing at his own joke.

“i’m good. i just made a new friend,” jonah assured them, going back to telling the dog how good of a boy he was.

“okay, dude,” corbyn laughed with zach, rolling his eyes at jonah’s drunken state and walking away.

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[boomboomboomwayhoo]

assumptions lll

i ended up texting my mom later that night telling her that i would be spending the night over here since jack was gone. i wanted to talk to him when he came home about what happened, but he didn’t. that night turned into two which turned into three. yes, i have stayed inside of this house for three days, living off of everything i had ever left here whenever i came over to hang out with jack. i don’t know where he stormed off to that night, but he hasn’t returned since.

i have been staying with zach, corbyn, daniel and jonah for the past few nights and i have no idea how much longer i will be staying. i guess my plan so far is to stay until jack comes back so that we can work it all out but i’m not sure. they have been texting him and calling him nonstop however i refused. the only reply the boys have received from jack said…

“i’m fine. please stop trying to call me. i’m going to be okay.”

we were all extremely worried, me the most. i couldn’t get the idea out of my head that it may have been all my fault. well, i know that it is all my fault and i have been beating myself up about it, but the fact that all i can think about is that maybe he hadn’t even done anything. i might have completely demolished our relationship because of my major trust issues. maybe he was just really into a new game, who knows. but of course, i had to go out and overreact about it and now i have most likely just lost the love of my life.

“y/n” daniel sighed, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“sorry, what?” i asked him.

“i know that you really don’t want to, but could you please text jack? we think he would respond to you if you were to talk to him,” daniel questioned.

“please y/n? would you?” corbyn begged.

“guys, i think he hates me,” i explained in what was almost a whisper.

“oh hun, of course he doesn’t hate you!” zach exclaimed.

“he loves you,” jonah muttered.

“really? cause i’m not too sure of that at this point,” i sighed, sinking into my seat some more.

“please? for us?” daniel asked once again. i looked back and forth between all of them before groaning and pulling out my phone.

“thank you! not only is this hard for you but it’s hard for us too and i’m grateful that you’re doing this for us,” corbyn smiled, giving me a side hug as i typed the text that i was going to send to jack.

it read “hey, i know you probably don’t want to talk to me right now but i just wanted to say that i’m worried about you. can you please come back? i really want to work this out with you. i can’t lose you.”

“that’s good,” corbyn told me, having read it over my shoulder the whole time i was writing it.

“are you sure? i think it sounds a bit needy,” i sighed, trying to erase it but the whole was ripped from my hands from jonah.

“what the hell?!” i yelled. he then tossed it back to me.

“sorry, i just had to send it. he has to know how you feel. okay, y/n?” jonah told me to which i nodded reluctantly.

four hours later here we are, everybody still in the same position. daniel had fallen asleep at about 1AM, all the other guys following that. however, i was sitting here, playing with corbyn’s hair as he slept, wide awake as ever. i couldn’t sleep. i was too worried about where jack has gone and why he wasn’t even responding to me at this point.

as all of these thoughts were flooding through my head, the front door slammed open, hitting the wall creating a loud bang, causing me to nearly jump out of my seat and all of the guys to jerk awake. i turned to face the door to see jack standing in the doorway staring at me. i hadn’t even realized that it was raining, but apparently it was because jack was dripping wet. i jumped over the back of the couch and ran over to him, giving the biggest hug i have ever given.

i was squeezing his ribcage so so tightly that i thought he might stop breathing but i just wanted to keep hugging. after a few long seconds, his arms finally snaked their way around me and he was giving me an equally large hug.

“i’m so sorry i stormed out,” he whispered into my ear in a voice that only i could hear.

“i’m sorry for assuming you were doing something you probably weren’t even doing. i shouldn’t have done that,” i softly spoke into his chest. i’m surprised he understood it considering my face was entirely buried in his soaking wet chest.

“it’s okay. let’s talk about it later. all i want to do now is stay right here,” he spoke into my ear to which i nodded. before long, i heard the footsteps of all the guys going up to their rooms. jack began slowly pushing me backwards while still making sure i didn’t fall and the next thing i knew my back hit the couch and jack was laying on me, but being sure to not put all of his weight on me.

“i-i thought you were cheating on me,” i stuttered, a tear escaping my eye.

“oh baby,” he sighed, wiping my tears away. “i would never do that. ever. you wanna know what i was doing though?” he said sweetly and i nodded.

“i was planning a surprise for you. i was going to have your entire family fly in for your birthday and they’re going to. i would never cheat on you. you hear me?” he firmly states the last part. i closed my eyes and nodded as i leaned into his hand that was placed on the side of my face.

“alright, good. get some sleep, okay?” he clarified before getting off of me and heading upstairs.

“where are you going?” i whined

“to shower. i feel like a wet rat,” he told me, causing me to giggle slightly.

god, why did i ever assume such things of him? he would never do that to me.

i’m so lucky to have him.

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assumptions ll

i had stretched out this grocery shopping trip long enough by driving as slow as i could on the way there and taking any road that could extend the trip. i had forgotten everything that i had come here to get, besides daniel’s fruity pebbles. i went into the store just so i could get his fruity pebbles, nothing more. however, i ended up getting three boxes, don’t ask why, i was just feelin it i guess.

as i had three boxes of fruity pebbles in my arms and i was walking towards the checkout lines, my head turned towards the floor, i ran into something. someone. my fruity pebble boxes went flying to the ground and i bent down quickly to pick them up. when i rose from the ground, i saw a familiar man standing in front of me.

“y/n? is that you? oh my god, it’s been too long! how are you?” my high school sweetheart.

“jason, hey!” i exclaimed, being pulled into a hug while still trying to not crush the beloved boxes of cereal that i still held tight in my arms.

“it’s been so long since we last saw each other!” he repeated.

“i know! you look great!” i complimented him. i didn’t mean to be flirty, i just meant to give a casual compliment, but he seemed to take it as flirting. also, when i said that, i felt like a thirty year old woman who was seeing someone who she went to high school with when in reality i am just a nineteen year old who is running into the guy she dated for her last three years of high school.

“what are you doing back?” i asked, suddenly processing the fact that the reason that we originally broke up was because he was leaving for new york to go to college.

“well, i got to college and you know how i was gonna take photography courses in new york?” he asked rhetorically but i nodded along anyways. “well, once i got there i realized that the writing that it took to explain the picture is what i really loved, so yeah. that’s how i found my passion for writing and LA supposedly has the best writing schools, so here i am!” he rambled.

“oh. well that’s cool! i’m glad that you found your true calling,” i told him, giving him a genuine smile.

“thanks. i, uh, better get going but why don’t you give me your number? that way we can stay in touch,” he offered. we both pulled out our phones and passed them to one another before returning them to their rightful owners. we said goodbye with a hug and then we parted our ways. i walked up to the checkout line, and as i was paying, i realized that jason had made me forget everything that happened with jack earlier. i don’t want to assume anything of jack, but i am truthfully expecting the worst and jason helped me take my mind out of that dark hole for at least a few minutes.

“ma’am, ma’am!” the clerk called at me, snapping her fingers in front of my face as a last resort to get me out of whatever sort of trance i had fallen into.

“oh, i’m sorry, uh,” i stuttered, looking up at the monitor that said my amount due so i didn’t have to ask the poor woman who had probably already told me at least twice. when i saw that the total had come to $9.47 i reached down towards my purse that wasn’t there. i realized that in my rush out of the house,  i had not grabbed even a dollar.

“i gotta go, sorry!” i exclaimed, running out of the store. this probably looked absolutely idiotic to everybody else in the line behind me or the ones next to me but i didn’t want to have to explain the fact that i didn’t have money on me so i just booked it all together.

once i reached my car, i jumped in and locked all of the doors out of instinct. i sat there, staring at nothing. i hadn’t even realized i was crying until i felt the salty taste of the tear hit my lips. i wiped it away quickly before pulling out of the parking lot and getting lost in my thoughts again.

i didn’t even know why i was crying. there was nothing to cry about. at least not yet. there is no proof that jack has even done anything wrong. maybe i’m just jumping to conclusions! even though i kept trying to give myself alternate excuses, i couldn’t stop crying.

instead of taking all of the back roads and the long ways, i just drove straight to my second home. the why don’t we house. i didn’t want to go home crying because my brother would flip out. my brother, mark, has never truly trusted jack, and if he were to see my tear stained cheeks let alone fresh tears flowing down my face, jack would not live to see another sunset.

i walked into the why don’t we house and shut the door behind me, leaning on it and staring at absolutely nothing. i probably looked dead, but to be honest i didn’t care at this point.

“y/n! where the hell were you?!” zach exclaimed, jumping up and running towards me. all of the boys followed but i didn’t reply.

“we were worried sick! the store is only ten minutes away and you were gone for three hours!” daniel yelled, but not in a rude tone. as they got closer to me, they noticed the tears.

“oh hunny,” corbyn sighed, pulling me into a hug. i flung my arms around him and dug my face into the crook of his neck as i cried some more. this is what i loved about corbyn. he didn’t even know what was wrong, but he was there as a shoulder to cry on, literally. i heard footsteps and then an all to familiar voice.

“what the fu-” jack started but i cut him off, finally speaking after being mute entirely for at least twenty minutes.

“out!” i screamed, my head shooting up but refusing to make eye contact with jack.

“oh baby, what hap-” he begun again.

“i said out!” i yelled at the top of my lungs, finally making eye contact with him and pointing towards the back door. his eyes widened when he saw the tears streaming down my face.

“why are you cr-” jack spoke yet again.

“do you not speak fucking english!? i told you to get the hell out!” i yelled, not breaking the intense eye contact. he didn’t budge. i pushed away from corbyn and began to walk closer to jack, but not any closer than five feet apart. jack and i stood there for what felt like an eternity while i felt each of the boys’ stares burning through my back like lava.

“i’m not leaving until you explain to me why you’re crying,” jack argued, not moving his body in the slightest and not changing his facial expression.

“you, jack! you’re the reason why i’m crying! i don’t know what’s happening with you lately but i’m fucking over all of your shit! there, now that you know, i need you to get the hell out,” i spoke in a loud yet shaky voice. his stare was stone cold. he looked emotionless. i noticed that he looked behind me to the boys but i didn’t dare turn around. i didn’t want to know what was happening.

“when you’re ready to be a good girlfriend and put actual effort into our relationship, let me know. alright, princess?” the way he said princess was not how he usually said it. he usually said it in a tone that made me feel loved. the tone that every girl wants to hear for the rest of her life. but this time, he spat it out of his mouth as an insult, and i could tell. he stormed out of the house and i stared at the door he left through for what felt like forever. i didn’t move. i couldn’t move. i was completely numb.

did i just lose the best thing that has ever happened to me?

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assumptions

“hey babe, i’m gonna run to the store. do you need anything?” i called to jack as i hopped down the stairs while pulling on my vans. he didn’t reply. hmm, that’s weird. he couldn’t have left. he would have told me if he left. i walked down the stairs and into the kitchen to attempt to figure out where jack went, if anywhere.

“have any of you seen jack?” i asked all the boys who were huddled around the island in the kitchen and talking.

“last time i saw him he was on the couch,” daniel shrugged, his mouth stuffed to the brim with fruity pebbles. thank god i have known daniel for a long time and learned to understand his language because what he just said was complete and utter gibberish but i somehow managed to comprehend it. i laughed and shook my head at daniel’s pure stupidity that i loved more than anything.

(italics indicate a flashback)

i have known daniel, along with the other three for a little over a year. however, i have known jack for about a year and a half. when jack and i first met, we were in a mall food court. romantic, i know. the way we came into contact with one another for the first time was… interesting to say the least.

i had gotten up from my seat at the table i was sitting at to throw away the left over french fries that i had not eaten. jack spotted me from a few tables away and took it upon himself to leap up and yell at me for coming so close to throwing away perfectly good french fries. he then offered to eat the rest of them if i was planning on just throwing them away, so he ate them and i sat with him. so technically, our first nonofficial date was of him eating my left over french fries before even knowing my name.

we did hit it off really well though, and exchanged numbers. we just kind of went from there and after our first few dates we made it official and he invited me over to his house that he shared with his four bandmates. i clicked with them really well too, and we all became the best of friends.

now that you have a bit of a background of how i ended up here, you would understand why i would never want to lose any of it. they are all so incredible and i couldn’t imagine my life without them.

“okay, thanks,” i smiled, turning to go towards the living room that was connected to the kitchen by a door on the other side of the room.

“oh, before i go,” i remembered, turning back around and leaning on the door frame to face the boys.

“yes, bean?” corbyn asked. i chuckled at him before saying what i was about to say.

“i’m going to the store, do you guys need anything?” i asked them kindly.

“some more fruity pebbles please!” daniel yelled, even though there was no need to yell because of the fact that nobody else was talking.

“i swear, somebody needs to contact my strange addiction cause boy,” i joked, causing him to pretend to be offended by my statement.

“other than that i think we’re good, thanks y/n,” jonah flashed a smile. i nodded before pushing the door open to see, as expected, jack sitting on the couch. his eyes were glued to his phone. they have been for the past week and i can’t figure out why.

“oh, um,” jack stuttered when he saw me walk into the room. he powered off his phone and sat on it all in one swift movement. “whatcha need, baby?” he asked in a shaky voice.

“i-uh-just wanted to know if you wanted anything from the store,” i mumbled.

“no thanks,” he told me, forcing a closed mouth smile, which was nothing like him before pulling his phone out from under him and turning his complete and utter attention back to it.

“um, okay then,” i whispered, walking back towards the kitchen since you had to walk through the kitchen to exit through the front door.

“i’ll be back,” i huffed before jogging across the kitchen and sprinting out the front door. i could hear the boys’ confused banter behind me as i ran out the door, but i chose to ignore it. i just need to clear my head.

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grocery store ~ daniel seavey and corbyn besson

daniel: hey corbyn... guess where we're going.

corbyn: the grocery store, daniel.

daniel: guess what they sell at the grocery store?

corbyn: i don't know, daniel. groceries?

daniel: they also sell beans, corBEAN

corbyn: i'm done *tuck and rolls out of the moving car*

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