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Taylor's guitars on the Eras Tour

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A year ago today I was seeing them in concert😭

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Daniel the surfer boy

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swerve

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it’s not him//ds

Hello!! I write imagines now woo! This is my first one in a while so I hope you guys like it! Please send in requests and tell me what you think, it’ll mean a lot. I hope you enjoy :’)

warning: light swearing I think but that’s it lolol

It was irrational, really.

The changes in his behaviour started out small, it was practically unnoticeable. But as time went on, it wasn’t hard to see the change in him. There was something bothering him and you knew it.

Daniel was never possessive over you, at least not before. You were always his best friend and he knew that. He never felt threatened by anyone because he knew at the end of the day that he was your best friend and no one else.

His move to L.A didn’t even effect our friendship, if anything it made it stronger. Not to mention that you were only apart for about a year because as soon as you graduated you moved out to L.A to go to school and be close to him.

To be frank, you were surprised he didn’t realize how in love with him you were when you moved your entire life at 18 just to be with him in L.A. But regardless, you had left home and moved into a one bedroom apartment in Los Angeles.

The boys had helped you settle in, bought furniture with you, moved all your stuff in; they did so much for you. It hadn’t taken long for the boys to become your second family, your home away from home. You had gotten extremely close to them and it was one of the best parts about L.A.

It was all fine the first few months; everyone was friendly and everyone was having a great time. It was no secret to Jack, Zach, Jonah or Corbyn that you were hopelessly in love with your best friend. You didn’t intend on telling them but one day they just cornered you and you had no choice but to confess.

Soon after that everything started going downhill. Daniel started to pull away, not only from you but from the boys. At least, when you were there. It wasn’t noticeable at first, excusing himself to do something during serious conversations or leaving the house completely while you were cooking dinner. You had even heard hushed arguments behind closed doors of the house.

You were at the house today, you promised Jack you’d bake brownies with him because he was really craving some. You walked through the front door just like you had thousands of times and saw Daniel sprawled out on the couch.

“Hey!” You exclaimed, a big smile playing on your lips.

“Hey! I didn’t know you were coming by today? ” He said, slightly confused as he started to sit up from his previously laid out position.

“Yeah, Jack and I are baking!” You explained, holding up the paper bag full of ingredients that was in your hands.

“Y/N! You’re here!” Jack walked in, giving you a hug and picking the bag out of your hands.

Daniel’s expression went blank as he muttered some excuse as to why he had to leave and walked out without another word.

“I don’t know what’s up with him, Jack.” You sighed, shaking your head as you walked into the kitchen.

“Honestly, none of us know either.” He replied as he placed the groceries on the counter.

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The brownies were in the oven and Jack had popped in a movie to pass the time. Plopping down on the couch between Corbyn and Jack, it didn’t take long for you to get comfortable.

As soon as you started getting into the movie, Daniel walked through the front door. The two of you made eye contact immediately until he looked away shaking his head.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He scoffed, throwing his keys on the table and walking out towards the yard.

“I’m over this.” You said to no one in particular as you got up and followed him. Once you got outside you spotted him on the top of the hill, throwing rocks out into the city of L.A.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” You exclaimed as you reached his side.

He didn’t say anything, he didn’t even look at you.

“Daniel!” You yelled at the boy, who finally turned his face and looked at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

“What do you want, Y/N?” He said, sounding tired.

“I want to know why my best friend is treating me like a piece of dirt?! What the hell is up your ass, Dani?!” You screamed at him. His eyes softened on you as he heard you sound so broken.

“Y/N…” He sighed

“Don’t you Y/N me! Tell me! Right now.” You demanded.

He was quiet, contemplating what to say to you.

“Do you like Jack?” He spit out, talking at lighting speed.

The question took you back, you even took a second take. He thought you liked Jack?  Why would he even care, just because it’s his bandmate?

“No.” You simply stated

“Sure seems like you do,” He scoffed, turning around again to throw rocks into the unknown.

“Well I don’t, not that it’s any of your business.” You said, again.

“Sorry, thought being your best friend made it my business.” Sarcasm was dripping from his teeth at this point.

“You know, you haven’t been acting like a best friend lately.”

“Sorry, I forgot you have Jack now.” He shot back

“Daniel! I don’t like Jack! At all!” You sighed trying to make him understand.

“Really doesn’t seem that way to me.” He stated dryly.

“Daniel! What’s gotten into you?!” You exclaimed, growing annoyed at your best friends behaviour.

“Nothing! Nothing’s gotten into me, Y/N!” He yelled, throwing a rock as hard as he could over the hill. You didn’t even see it land.

“Daniel,” You started softly, slowly approaching him.

“Do you know how hard it is? I’ve been watching the girl I love fall in love with Jack for months now, and it sucks. It really fucking sucks.” He finally exclaimed, falling to .the ground.

You were quiet. That’s why he’s been acting strange, he thought you were in love with Jack?

You sighed and sat next to him on the grass.

“I’m not in love with Jack.” You whispered, running your hand up and down his arm trying to comfort him.

“Don’t-“ He started but you cut him off.

“Did I move all the way to L.A to be with Jack, Dani? He’s not the one I love.” You said quietly.

Daniel was quiet for a moment, taking in what you just said.

“Don’t tell me it’s Jonah! God Dam-nit, Y/N!” Daniel finally said, pulling out the grass he was playing with in anger.

“Daniel!” You exclaimed, causing him to turn his head and look at you.

“It’s you.” You finally whispered, putting your head on his shoulder as you gripped his arm. You felt his breath hitch as he looked at your head laying on his shoulder.

He kissed the top of your head and embraced the silence.

After nearly 20 minutes of just being there together, he opened his mouth to speak.

“Thank God it’s me and not Jack, I don’t think I could’ve competed with his hair if it was him. I was honestly one week away from getting a perm just to fight for you.”  He said

“God, I hate you sometimes.”

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jack robert avery is constantly making my heart explode and i’m not even mad💜

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Imagine having a roast off with your boyfriend Jack in front of Why Don’t We

You: Well at least I don’t have hair that looks like you can eat it ramen noodles

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Some pics of Daniels fit last night

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don’t change they said, bleaches hair and gets ears pierced dani said.

but it’s ok cause he looks really attractive so i’m not complaining🤷🏻‍♀️

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Jonah’s grandma would be so proud of everything that he’s accomplished ❤

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things I’m here for: this

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So many good screenshots 😍

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i can now say that daniel has a nice ass because, yes mom, i have seen it.

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daniel seavey x earth tones

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You’re not exactly following the conversation, your eyes slipping closed and your mind wandering, when your best friend lifts your legs off his lap and stands up.

You’re aware of what he’s about to do, and as inadvisable as it is, you don’t try to stop him, not today.

Jonah, however, does, “Zach, no. You are going to hate yourself tomorrow. All you’ve eaten today is junk.”

“Nah,” He responds, rustling through the bag of marshmallows and grabbing more graham crackers, “I’m good.”

“You’re gonna be sick, dude,” Jack says, uncharacteristically, attempting reason.

“Leave him alone,” You roll your eyes, “He can do whatever he wants, it’s his birthday.”

“Yeah,” Zach drawls, “Leave me alone, I’m a grown man.”

At that, everyone on the roof bursts into laughter.

“No, you’re not,” Jack snorts, “You’re just tall.”

“I’m eighteen!” Zach’s indignant.

“And you smell like smoke and burned sugar,” Daniel points out, “So I think you’ve had enough s’mores.”

“The fire is fake,” Zach protests, which isn’t entirely true, because the flame is real, but it’s one of those fancy glass ones that doesn’t burn wood, so there isn’t any smoke, “And this is the last one,” You can hear his pout, and that is absolutely not the reason you’re smirking.

“It’s probably from his safety hazard of a cake,” Corbyn decides, “We’re lucky we didn’t burn down the venue.”

The exhaustion of being in a time zone almost a day ahead of home has completely destroyed your brain to mouth filter, which is the only explanation for why you say, “No, he just always smells like that.”

“Smokey?” Daniel asks, and you hear more than see the way he leans over in the chair next to you, “Like it’s his cologne?”

“No,” You half-cover your eyes with your arm, “Like blown-out birthday candles. He always smells like that. Like it’s in his pheromones. It’s the best.”

There’s a pause, long enough for you to realize exactly what you’ve just admitted, and for Zach to drop his makeshift marshmallow roasting instrument and cross the space between the fire and you.

“Right,” Jack leaps up, “I’m just gonna,”

“Yup,” Corbyn scrambles towards the stairs, “There’s that,”

“We should,” Jonah agrees, hauling a silent Daniel with him, fleeing the two of you.

“Um,” You blink, lifting your arm up but focusing on Zach’s shoes.

“So,” He’s still holding cookies and a piece of chocolate in his hand, “You spend a lot of time thinking about my pheromones?”

“I,” You groan, “I didn’t mean,”

“No,” He immediately loses his bravado, setting down his fifth dessert, “No, of course not…”

You can hear him deflating, and your stomach sinks, “Z,” You look up at him, at his red cheeks and wild hair, the pieces of the boy you once knew better than anyone in the world, and at the cut of his shoulders and strength in his hands, the signs of the man he’s becoming, the person you love, no matter what, and that makes you brave, “I don’t spend a lot of thinking about what you smell like because I don’t have to. You smell like thunder and rain on tin roofs and soccer fields and trophies, like birthday candles all year around,” You bite your lip, knowing this is irreversible, that he’s given you one out, and might offer a second, if you laugh or pretend to fall asleep, but instead you choose to keep going, “You smell like safety, like triumph, like every wish I’ve ever made.”

“Oh,” He swallows.

“Yeah,” You close your eyes again, “Oh.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” There’s something in his voice you can’t comprehend, but you still refuse to open your eyes.

“Because,” Your laugh falls somewhere between bitter and hysterical, “I didn’t have space to write, ‘Happy Birthday, Zach, also, by the way, I’m stupid in love with you, and know you’ve never given me any indication that it’s mutual but I’m the one always stealing your shirts, not Jack, even though I let you blame him, and I’d really like to kiss you because I’m pretty sure that would be the best even if I’m too scared to say any of this to your face,’ on your cake.”

“You’re crazy,” Zach declares, but his voice is choked up, and not even a little bit teasing, “Crazy beautiful, crazy fun, and actually crazy-crazy, if you think I’m not in love with you too.”

“Oh.”

“Oh,” You can barely hear his echoing answer over the sound of your pulse racing in your ears, but you can’t mistake the smile in his voice as he says, “I really want to kiss you now.”

You reach for him, pulling him down on top of you on the ridiculously tiny loveseat you’ve been sprawled on together for hours, just not quite like this, whispering, while he’s still holding himself back, millimeters from touching you, “It’s your birthday, you can do whatever you want.”

“And tomorrow?” He asks, maturity, slightly unexpected but not entirely unfamiliar, so fucking hot, shining in his eyes.

“Birthday or not, I want to you to kiss me everyday for the rest of my life, Z.”

“Okay,” He starts to nod, “Good, I’ll just,”

You grab his hair and kiss him instead, and you were right,

Kissing him is incredible,

Worth waiting for,

Worth wishing for,

The best.

Happy Birthday to this adorable goofball. I hope at least eighteen of your wishes come true, and you have your best year yet. <3

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thank you jeff seavey for this beautiful of young, rich, and flexin on the haters jack, it was much appreciated😪